And here is the first chapter of my Teen Titan's fic. I wanted to get this out there and depending on the response will decide the future of my other fic.

Other than a lot more characters, I am looking for a co-author to help me out a bit. It would definitely help me. I won't take up anymore of your time, so here you go.

The word 'Hero'... The word 'Heroine'… Both are defined as a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. No matter how you slice it with gender, or anything else, that's what a Hero is typically.

"Help! He stole my purse!" A woman screamed, her purse being wrenched from her clutches by the hooded thug. He ran at full speed, shouldering people aside, some others blatantly ignored him. They spared him a passing glance, but that was it. Barely anyone tried to stop him…

There hasn't been any kind of 'Hero' for a long… long time. Well, not for Jump City at least…

People stood outside of a television store, watching the news that was playing from TVs in the display window, "Recent crime statistics given to us by the FBI show that the crime rate in Jump City is up six percent from last year's average. And, unfortunately, they say it seems to be rising…"

The word Hero… or anything denoting it just seems to be taboo… It's like venom to people's ears. They don't want to hear it…

"No… Please n- No No NO!" It was too late. He tried to beg for his life. There was a click, and a millisecond a gunshot exploded from the muzzle in flash of smoke and flames, tearing through the air. And the target's chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. He was looted for his wallet and anything expensive. The homeless took his boots, his blood-stained jacket, whatever was worth taking…

The Teen Titans. You would only hear about them now. How much of a menace they were, despite saving Jump City on several occasions. Sure, people spoke up in their defense, but that was in the past, now they fa ed being total social pariahs if they so much as tried. They used to have a statue in the city: Robin, Cyborg, Raven, Starfire and Beast Boy. A bronze statue. It was erected not long after they went their separate ways. It actually looked pretty cool back then…

But, like I said. They used to have one.

"Mr. McKinnion…" The teacher drawled. There was no response, "Mr. McKinnion…" The teacher called the name out a little bit more forcefully. He turned away from the chalkboard, and he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Mr. McKinnion!"

A young man jumped in his seat. He slid back, alarming both himself and the entire class when the legs of the chair ground against the tiled floor. The young man snorted, and shook his head, "True… Mm, four…" He answered, running both of his hands through his hair. The class went in to uproarious laughter, but that was ended almost as quickly as it began.

The teacher smacked his wooden ruler against his desk, effectively silencing the class.

"Mr. McKinnion, despite the other teachers putting up with your constant sleeping, I will not! Now wake up, and pay attention!" The teacher said sternly. His eyes were hidden behind the glare of the sun on his lenses, but the class could tell he was glaring. He always was.

The young man nodded, or it was his head bobbing as he tried to stay awake, 'Yeah… Sorry about that, teach…" He apologized.

The teacher 'hmphed' and turned back to his chalkboard, "Pay close attention class, we'll be having a quiz Friday."

That announcement received a simultaneous groan from the class. The teacher didn't even have to look this time around to silence them. A simple, loud smack with that ruler against the desk and the class was back to work, writing down notes.

The young man who had been scolded was one who decided not to. He rested his cheek in his palm, he sighed to himself, as quietly as he could. He was stuck in the middle of the classroom, and oh how he wished to be near the windows.

He glanced passed the two people that kept him from making his daydreams of daydreaming by the window a reality. From where he sat he could see some of the city.

He saw someone get mugged. They were just beaten; they were left on the ground while the two thugs ran away. No one came to help them.

There haven't been any heroes in this city for a long, long time.

He walked along. His hands stuff in to the pockets of his grey uniform pants. Amongst the masses of Jump City that were pandering about almost aimlessly, he blended in perfectly, the way he moved anyway. Slightly above average in height with messy grey hair atop his head, he didn't exactly blend in.

He yawned to himself and brought out a pair of blue aviator shades with red tinted lenses. He put them on and looked up towards the sky…

"Not a cloud in the sky… That's a shame…" He spoke to himself. That was the only person he could talk to. Himself. Around anyone else he was stuttering mess.

He loosed the black tie of his school issued uniform and unbuttoned the top button. He rolled up his sleeves and he was finally able to relax, if only for a little while.

"AAAAAAAHH!" A scream tore through the air followed by a horrible crash. Glass shattered. People scattered. They fell to the ground and covered their heads, or covered their children to protect them from danger. He cringed hearing steel grind against steel and he too fell to one knee, a couple loud bangs getting his heart racing.

He looked around wildly in his panic, while still trying to keep his head low. A truck had t-boned a tow truck on the road. The tow truck was still upright, but it's wheels were destroyed, in several hundred pieces of smoking rubber amongst black streaks on the ground.

Several people hopped out of the offending truck and ran away from the scene, stumbling and fumbling around like fools. He slowly stood up.

Those guys were drunk.

The people saw this for themselves. They murmured amongst themselves, cursing those drunken drivers and saying they'd do something about it.

'Unlikely…' He thought, flipping up his sunglasses and resting them on his head. He moved against the crowd, against his better judgment at that, he got closer to the scene. In his mind he was screaming at the people 'There could be someone in there' and 'Help him' but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

He glanced at the people. At least those people gathered around the scene, where the truck was stuck to the tow truck by its grill, seemed worried.

The sound of sirens could be heard not far off. It had been five minutes or so! Great response time!

He shook these thoughts from his head. He took a single step towards the scene and suddenly jumped. A blaze ignited, it roared to life and extended high in to the air. He was knocked on to his butt, many people ran scared. He scurried back, visibly shaking.

Then he saw it. A hand weakly slapping the cracked glass.

His heart rate increased. His breathing quickened and he clutched at his chest. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?

He hadn't known we he had done it. The next thing he knew he found himself inches from the door. He was looking I nto the half-lidded eyes, the terrified eyes, of the person trapped within. He didn't have much time, neither of them did with that blaze.

"H-hang on!" The young man croaked out. Over the blaze, he doubted the driver heard him. He grabbed the door handle and pulled out it, trying to force it open, but the handle gave way and broke. He fell on his butt. He yelped, and suddenly clutched his hand to his chest.

He looked at his hand. It was red. Blood ran from the gash in his palm.

His heart rate increased. His chest was getting tighter…

"Help… Me…" The driver found the strength to pound against the window. He was snapped from his trance. He got to his feet and looked at the door, until he finally found to places that he could grab it. He planted his feet firmly with one behind him.

He started to pull.

The sirens. The crackling flames that crept along the ground closer and closer. From where he stood he could feel the heat, the intense heat. Sweat dripped down his face from the exertion of energy. He pulled. He pulled again and again, but the door wasn't budging.

All of that noise. He couldn't think. He found himself panting, he leaned forward and put his forehead against the cracked glass of the car window. He couldn't think. His chest… It felt so tight… His heart was racing so fast that he thought it would burst from his chest. A high pitched whistle took over his hearing.

"….Aaaaah!" He suddenly found himself screaming, not in pain, but… He didn't know why. He pulled and ripped the door free. He tossed it away without a second thought. His arms fell limply to his sides, throbbing in pain.

He wobbled on his feet. He couldn't think straight. His world was a big blur…

"K – kid!"

He was snapped awake yet again. He saw the driver reaching towards him and the man placed a hand on his shoulder. He quickly helped the man out of the vehicle, and began sprinting away, despite the man's dragging along the ground because of their height difference.

The moment the police cruisers and the ambulances slid to a halt at the scene, the truck exploded, and took the tow truck with it. Everyone fell to the ground and screamed their lungs out in terror. Those who remained standing were knocked off of their feet by the shockwave, like the young man and tow truck driver.

The young man's head struck the ground. His body froze. His heart was still running, his body was tingling, but he couldn't move. His world went black…

-Later-

"I swear, that kid that saved me! Tore my door clean off of my truck!" The tow truck driver exclaimed while the paramedic was stitching up his wounds. He had a smile on his face, he looked as happy as he could be despite the injuries he had sustained. Other paramedics were fanned out amongst the people to see if anyone else had been hurt. Luckily it was bandaging a kid's scraped knee or elbow, and no shrapnel had caused any serious injury.

To the people. Some property was damaged though.

"Uh huh… sounds interesting," The paramedic replied plainly, as if he wasn't even listening.

The tow truck driver looked around for a moment, trying to peer around the ambulance, "Where did he go anyway? I think his hand was cut…?"

"One of the other EMT's patched up a kid's hand and then he left in kind of a hurry, we lost track of him in the crowd," the paramedic answered him, cutting the string to his stitches, "We should take you to the hospital in case you suffered a concussion or anything, just to make sure."

"Uh huh…" Now it was the tow truck driver that seemed to be ignoring the EMT. He hopped up and looked around, holding his hand over his eyes to shield them from the bright light of the sun, hoping it would help his search.

"Aha!" A grin spread across his face. He moved quickly, with a slight limp in his step, "Hey, hey kid, wait up!"

He did stop, though he had no idea why. He had just ripped a door off of a car. In public. In broad daylight. With a crowd watching. He hadn't realized! Whatever they wanted he probably wouldn't be able to stop them from taking, not with his right arm in the shape it was. With his adrenaline wearing off, he was definitely feeling some pain. Quite a bit.

He glanced over his shoulder and saw it was the driver. He was limping along away from the ambulance that was trying to help him. He was smiling…

"Kid…" He stopped, doubled over panting, trying to catch his breath, "Kid… You saved my life back there," The man finally said. He reached up and patted the young man's shoulder.

"That… that was a-amazing… What you did…" He said, beginning to laugh a bit, "I don't know how… How you did that, but it… it was definitely amazing!" He took the young man's hand and began to vigorously shake it, "I'm a mechanic in town kid, the name's Travis, and if you're ever… ever having some car troubles or anything, come and see me, Mike's Car Shop."

The young man slowly nodded, rather dumbfounded and his face expressed that well.

"What's your name anyway?" Travis asked him, letting go of his hand.

The young man blinked rapidly. When he finally came to, he realized what the Mechanic asked him. He rubbed his sore arm, and replied, "S-Seth… Seth McKinnion."

"Seth… Well thank you kindly, Seth. You're a hero today, kid."

And that's all for the first chapter.

An accepting OCs story and I'm looking for about 4 – 5 for the team. It's not first come, first serve mind you, so no need to rush to try and get a spot. I only take PMs, sorry to those without accounts, but I'd like to keep this story up.

Please submit a character. The faster I get them, the quicker I can make chapters :) The OC sheet is on my profile.

Until next time.