Hello people!

Just so you know, I lived under a rock for the past five of so years, so I have only just discovered this magnificent thing called fanfiction. Therefore it can be inferred that this is my first fanfiction. So, I want to make a couple things clear;

1. Constructive Criticism welcome. Hell, even if you hate it, let me know why and I'll do what I can to inprove. But, I WILL NOT tolerate flames, or trollers, if thats even the proper term. People who post pointless stuff that didn't even read the story, that works.

2. This is about language and grammer, and is kinda complicated, so I will divide it into two sections a) I am Canadian, so you may think I spell words such as colour incorectly, when they are spelled correctly where I'm from. Just putting that out so I don't get five million reviews telling me that I spelled something incorectly, when I actually just spelt it the Canadian way. b) I go to a French emmersion school. That means I never started writing in English until grade four. I have a pretty good grasp on spelling, and I have a very good spell checker, but, alas, my grammer isn't so great... Just so you know

Well... I'm sorry for this outrageously long authors note. Hopefully, it won't happen again in the future. Thanks for your patience, now onto the story!

Chapter One: Collision

She sat on her bedroom floor, in the lotus position, concentrating very hard. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she says slowly and clearly, enunciating every syllable, "Teen Titans, current series. Volume two: 'Family Lost'"

She reached out her hand, brow furrowing. A beam of gold light shot from her hand and wove its way to the small, white bookshelf in the corner. The beam expanded to cover a relatively thin comic book and began to draw back into the girls hand, bringing the book with it. The girl opened her eyes when the book touched her hand. "Oh!" she said, sounding slightly shocked, ²It actually worked this time!²

The girls name is Christabel Conners, and these strange powers are still relatively new to her. She has long black hair that falls straight down her back and people tell her that it is as soft as silk. Her eyes are an interesting colour; a warm violet, bordering on bright purple, but when out in public, she hides them under plain blue contacts.. Her skin is very pale, which is surprising considering the amount of time she spends outside. She is soft, yet strong; open, yet reserved. You can almost see the essence of her entire being just in the way she holds the book.

Her small hands turn the pages almost reverently as her hypnotic eyes scan each one. She smiles faintly at something written there. Slowly, Christabel flips through the book, taking her time to savour each page, until she comes to the cover gallery at the back of the comic. Turning the pages at a slightly faster pace now, she stops at the second to last page. This is the cover to issue number eleven. The picture displays Raven with her cloak spread wide open while Rose Wilson (or Ravager III), Deathsroke the terminator, Beast Boy, and Robin the Boy Wonder come tumbling out. Christabel can¢t help but stare at that last one for longer than the rest… Robin has been her favourite character for a long time.

She didn't know what drew her to him. Her love for the character border lined on obsession; she had two posters, three t-shirts, twelve action figures, and too many comics to count. She could tell you the names of all the people ever to have been Robin in any universe, and what had happened to them. This particular book featured Robin III, Tim Drake. If she had to choose, he would probably be her favourite Robin, closely followed by the original Boy Wonder, Dick Grayson. It was slightly sad how obsessive she was, and she knew it. She just didn't care.

Ever so softly, Christabel brushed her fingers over the illustrated boys face, the edge of one finger touching Ravens arm. She smiled. Idly, Christabel wondered what it would be like to actually meet the characters in the book, and at the same time knowing that it would never happen, as the were works of fiction. Sighing softly, she made to draw her hand away and close the book, when she felt a strange force keeping her hand there. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get her hand off the book.

Just peachy, Christabel thought. Now my hand is stuck to a book. I already had a hard enough time explaining to mom why the books always flew off their shelves when I walked by, and right when I got control of that, THIS happens. Great. This day could not get any worse. Famous last words, as poor Christabel was about to see how wrong she was.

A small, solitary golden spark escaped the tip of her middle finger and absorbed into the book. That's when all Hell broke loose.

Christabels¢ entire body and the book became surrounded by the golden light that was her power. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and her entire body trembled. Christabels¢ eyes snapped open, but they were no longer violet, or even blue. They had turned purely gold. The agony continued to shake her body for several minutes, then, abruptly, it stopped. She collapsed to the floor, gasping air. Christabel was completely drained, blackness dancing at the edges of her vision. She blinked to clear it away, then looked around, intending to assess the damage, but everything appeared to be in its proper place. That's when she laid eyes on her book.

It was laying open to the page she had touched, and there were two swirls of black fog laced with gold hovering over it. They appeared to be attached to the book, and seemed to be drawing…something…from it, judging by how they were growing larger. The clouds glided to the middle of the floor, then bean to change, taking shape and changing colour. Before long, two figures had been created, one a boy with dark hair, a mask, and a brightly coloured costume, the other a girl wearing a dark cloak with a hood to cover her face in shadow.

Standing before Christabel Conners were the two figures her fingers had touched in her book.

Standing before her were Robin the Boy Wonder, and Raven, daughter of Trigon.

Oh. My. GOD!

Sorry this was kinda dull. It picks up a bit next chapter... JM