So, I got this out pretty quickly. I'll probably update every weekend due to my schedule, but my goal for this story is for it to be the best I have ever written. And of course it's Dick x Kori story, but there will be other couples. Right now I'm seeing 40 chapters, but we'll see how it goes.

I'm not Superman. I'm not Wonder Woman. I'm not the Flash. I don't have the strength to stop an asteroid from hitting the planet we call home. I can't fly faster than a speeding bullet. I can't run faster than sound. I have no super powers to speak of, but don't get me wrong. I am hero. The prodigy of probably the most feared man on the planet. The Batman. My name is Dick Grayson, the 19 year adopted son of Billionaire, Bruce Wayne and up until two and a half years ago I was the famed hero/side kick Robin, but I grew too big for Batman's massive shadow and struck out on my own in the city of Bludhaven, becoming the hero Nightwing. This is my story and my story alone... or at least it was supposed to be. Things change.

Dick's POV

Thursday, September 9th - 9:00 AM

Dick's apartment

Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound of my phone's nine o'cock alarm wakes me. I groan loudly as I roll over onto my stomach, my entire body aching as I do. I guess last night's patrol took more out of me than I thought it did, but in my defense I did stop Bane and about eight of his goons from smuggling drugs into Bludhaven without any assistance, so the soreness is understandable.

Normally I would lay in bed an extra thirty minutes or so after my alarm went off, but unfortunately it's Tuesday, which means I have and eleven o'clock criminology class later today, so I have to get up.

Sighing, I finally manage to get out of bed and am on my way to my small apartment's bathroom when I hear the phone buzz on the table beside my bed. I turn around to grab it, figuring it was just Wally, my best friend and the former Kid Flash, now having taken over for his uncle,Barry Allen, but am surprised to find that it isn't Wally who texted me, nor anyone else who I'd expect such as Babs, AKA Batgirl, or another one of my close friends. No, out of all people it could have been it was Bruce, otherwise known as the Dark Knight himself, though almost no one knew that to be the case. He trusted no one outside of very small list.

Now one might wonder why I'd find it odd to see a text from Bruce on my phone, but to understand that you would have to understand a big part of the last few years. You see, when I was ready to leave the Robin mantle behind and take on the Nightwing persona, Bruce told me I wasn't ready yet, that I still needed work, which I didn't believe in the least. I knew I was ready, so I left without his consent, moving to the crime filled city of Bludhaven and I began to clean it up, one criminal at a time. Within a year the crime rate had fallen dramatically, all of the low life scum in the city fearing the night, or rather, what they couldn't see in it.

I had done it. I had proved Bruce wrong. It was ironic really. I spent my entire childhood fighting for his acceptance, practically fueling myself on every small complement, and my biggest personal victory was overcoming the need for it. Even though it has been years since our fallout, our relationship never really recovered. We work together from time to time when the situation is too big for either of us to handle alone, AKA those rare shit hits the fan moments, but other than that, we don't talk.

Curiously, I read over the text. "Dick, please be at the office at eleven. My associates and I would like to discuss some important business matters with you." If a normal person read this text, they would think simply that Bruce wanted me to come in to Wayne Enterprises for a normal everyday business meeting, which is exactly what Bruce would want one to think if someone had intercepted the message or had my phone for whatever reason. What the text actually means is that he wants me to be at the Watch Tower, secret headquarters of the Justice League, to meet with him and it's top members about some sort of mission.

A mission from the Justice League is a pretty big deal, considering they're very picky about who they assign them to. I've been on a couple, which were both spy missions to gather intelligence on two prominent criminal organizations, my skill set fitting exactly what they needed for those. I imagine this is probably something similar to that.

Well, no class for me today, not that I'm complaining. Truthfully I'd rather be shot at by a gang of thugs or fight a super villain hell bent on world domination than sit in a boring lecture, so this is a relief if anything at all. Glancing at the clock, I decide it's time to get ready and head out. I hope whatever it is that they have for me that it's something good.

Dick's POV

Thursday, September 9th - 10:50 AM

The Watch Tower

The Watch Tower, the home of the Justice League and a place where most individuals will never even learn of it's existence, let alone step a foot inside of it. I myself have only been here a handful of times, it usually only being for the members of the Justice League.

Although, my time here has been limited, I still know my way around enough to make it to the conference room, where all the meetings are typically held. I walk down the hallway, just of the tower's main room, before coming to a large set of metallic double doors, which I push open, but stop in my tracks once I enter the conference room.

I thought it was just going to be me here, but I am surprised that's it's not only myself, but four other heroes that I have grown up with as well. In a seat near the front of the room is Donna Troy. She is the younger sister of Wonder Woman and looks exactly like her, which means she is absolutely gorgeous. She was Wonder Girl for many years, but eventually left he sister's side and took up her own identity as Troia.

Next is Kal, better known as Aqualad. He's a tall, mixed teen, with blue eyes and a great smile. When we go out together outside of our uniforms, he gets almost as much attention as I do from girls. Almost.

Roy Harper, now Red Arrow, having left his Speedy moniker behind years ago, is near them. He's about my height, standing about 6'1 and has about the same muscular build as I do. Like me, he is a hero without powers, so we both have to be in insane shape to keep up with everyone else.

Finally there is of course Wally. I'm guessing he was called just like we were. Considering the Flash is no longer one of the seven most tenured members of the league, he has no other reason to be here.

I see that all of them are sitting across from their mentors, but I refuse to sit anywhere near batman, so instead I sit down across from the Flash. "What is this?" I whisper to him.

He shrugs. "Dude, I literally been apart of the Justice League less than a month. You think they tell me anything? I just got a text asking me to be here."

I nod. "Same." We look across the room at our peers and close friends, and all make eye contact, agreeing without words that none of us has the slightest clue as to why we have been called here. I'm guessing the only one's who know the answer to that are the top members in League, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, and Green Arrow, who replaced Flash on the council when Barry retired.

Superman, who sats at the head of the table, stands up, catching all of our attentions. "Thank all of you for coming. I'm sure you are all wondering why you have been called here today."

"Damn right," the Flash whispers under his breath.

"Heard that," Superman retorts, giving him a disproving look. Wally should remember that the man does have super hearing. "Anyway, we have an opportunity for all of you to make a difference if you choose to. Look around," he instructs, examining each person in the room. "Every single one of you have been trained by someone in the Justice League, and one day when all of us are old and unable to do this anymore, you all will take over for us and become the Justice League, but let me ask you a question. How many of you are there really? You five are the oldest, most experienced but who's after you? Superboy, Robin, Batgirl? That's it right? Eight of you. Can eight of you defend the entire world?

"I'm guessing the answer you're going for is no," Wally chimes in.

Superman looks over at him and frowns. "Yes, the answer is no." He then gets back on topic. "The Justice League is now close to thirty members strong and yet even we have struggled to defend Earth at times, so how can it be expected for eight of you to do it in the coming future? Hence is the reason we called you all here today." He turns to a projector and the white screen in the room is filled with light before the words 'PROJECT TITAN' fills the screen.

"The majority of Teenagers with powers and abilities are considered outcasts. They're bullied and shunned because they're are different than the normal population. They feel alone, depressed, have no one to turn to and no where to go. Project Titan will give us the ability to not only recruit young meta humans to train, but it will also keep them away from crime and give them a place to call home. The Project Titan's headquarters will be at Mount Justice and will serve as a forward operating base, just as the Watch Tower does for the league.

"So, where do we come in?" Red Arrows asks and surely enough it's a question we all have been wondering this entire time, at least I am.

Batman stands. "We want all of you to lead it. The idea is that younger meta humans are more likely to connect with and trust you, rather than us. We want you to not only train them to use their powers, but operate as a team as well. I will be in charge of assigning you missions, preparing you and them for your future responsibilities."

"So, wait," Flash begins. "We actually get to be in charge of something and boss people around? Yep, I'm in!"

"Hold up," Aqualad says, raising his hand to silence Flash. "Where would we even find participants for this? It's not as if meta humans are a common thing."

"We have already found them," Batman replies. "I have been keeping a file on every known meta human for the last five years." Of course he has, I think to myself. He wouldn't be Batman if he didn't. If only the rest of the league knew the files he had on them. "We have already contacted them and got them to agree to participate. The only thing now is we are just waiting on all of you to agree to spearhead the project."

He presses a button on the projector, changing it to the next slide, which a picture of a green colored teen with one fang protruding from under his upper lip. He wears a red and white full bodied suit and can't be any taller than 5'6. "Garfield Logan, AKA Beast Boy. He's a former member of the African based group, The doom patrol. Has the power to shape shift into any animal either present or past. Animals maintain green coloring when changed.

The next slide shows a picture of a paled skin girl in a blue cloak, her face mostly hidden by her hood. "Goes by only the name Raven. Has the power to manipulate dark energy, levitate, and see into others minds. Possible other powers. No other data is available currently." So, basically they know almost nothing about her, even Batman. Great.

The next slide shows the picture of a giant robot/human hybrid, standing at least 6'6 and a literal cannon for one of his arms. He has one regular eye and red robotic one. "Victor Stone, AKA Cyborg. College star football player was pronounced dead after a horrific car accident that killed his mother as well. His father, an engineer at Star Labs believed that he could regenerate his son's body using experimental metallic nanites, but the experiment went wrong and the nanites fused with what was left of his body, turning him into a cyborg. He disowned his father for not letting him die and was in a bad metal state when we found him, but we believe he has a lot of potential. Along with superhuman strength and intellect, his metallic body is equipped with a number of weapons including a laser cannon and heat seeking missiles.

The next slide is of someone who looks very familiar to me and I'm sure everyone else in the room. It appears to be a Blue Beetle costume, but to my knowledge the last Blue Beetle, Ted Kord, retired back in my younger days as Robin. I guess the beetle scarab found a new host... I mean partner. "Jaime Reyes, a fifteen year from El Paso, Texas, found the Blue Beetle scalab a few months ago in a vacant lot. It didn't take long for him to be a local vigilante in El Paso. He's really raw, but has potential. He has all the abilities of past blue beetles including flight, super strength, and enhanced durability."

On to the next one, which shows an African-American teenager with dreads and black and yellow costume with a lighting bolt symbol on his chest. Wonder what this guy can do, I think ironically. "Virgil Hawkins. Calls himself Static Shock. Got caught up in a gang shoot out at a chemical factory. He was to close when one of the tanks exploded. He should have died, but instead he woke up days later in a hospital with the power to manipulate and create electromagnetic waves and magnetic fields. Like Jaime Reyes, he took it upon himself to fight crime and has been targeting the local street gangs specifically.

Last one. It's an African-American female with puffy black hair and a cocky smile. She is in a black and yellow suit, which resembles a bee and has insect like wings protruding from the back of the costume. "Karen Beecher, known as Bumble Bee. She wanted to do something about the corruption in her city, so she stole an experimental suit from star labs that gives her super strength, the ability to fly, and she is able to shrink herself to the size of actual Bumble Bee. Her attitude will adjusting, but she is on the right track."

"Superboy and Robin will also be under you on this project, but you all are already familiar with them," Superman adds.

"The group is very diverse with a lot of different personalities and backgrounds to manage, so getting them all to work together fluently will be the biggest challenge, but I think if we work together on this than we can collectively make this project a success and ensure the Earth's safety at the same time," Wonder Woman chimes in.

"So, who's in?" Batman finally asks with a blunt tone.

"Well, you already know how I feel," Flash says, leaning back in his chair with a smile on his face.

"If it is what is wished of me, I shall," Aqualad adds, obviously trying to please his king."

"It sounds like a good experience to me," Troia includes.

Red Arrow just shrugs in agreement. "Whatever."

Everyone's eyes in the room fall upon me, awaiting me to give an answer. Do I really want to be apart of this? I've worked so hard to build a name for myself, to do everything by myself. Do I really want to be associated with a team? Especially one in which I'm just teaching kids how to not die in combat? Plus, if you really think about it, I'd be working under Batman again since the missions are directly assigned by him. Well, that decides it. Pushing my chair back from the table I stand. "Look, I really appreciate the offer, but this whole team thing isn't for me right now. I wish you all luck though." Before anyone tries to convince me otherwise, I leave the room. I got enough of the 'team' stuff working under Batman and I don't plan on going back to that anytime soon.

Dick is not feeling this team thing right now, but things change. Next chapter we get introduced to the team and their first mission is more than they can handle when a ship crash lands in California and one pissed off, confused alien girl emerges from it. Will Nightwing have to step in and help the young team or will the Justice League be forced to get involved? Review and give your opinion and or criticism