Mental Magikarp does not own Teen Titans and never will.
Alarm bells rang as an orange haired, axe wielding villain made off with all of Gotham bank's money that was stored in its high security vaults, leaving the clerks unconscious on the banks floor. Little did he know that the most notorious crime fighter of his generation was watching.
"That's a lot of money for one man to carry. Maybe you need a hand, or should that be a foot!" Knightwing said as he leapt down from the rooftops and delivered a kick that sent the robber crashing into the floor. The crook got up and shrugged off the blow as if it were nothing.
"You obviously haven't heard about Eric The Viking! I've heard about you, Knightwing! I've made it a hobby of mine to study all of your habits and battle tactics so that the furious charge of long dead warriors will triumph over all your annoying interferences in my plans!" Whilst Eric The Viking had been delivering his long speech he hadn't noticed Knightwing aiming a freeze disc right at him. He still didn't notice until he was a giant icicle.
"They'll find you tomorrow morning," Knightwing told the block of ice, "That's when they usually collect the unwanted junk."
Steel city gym had gained another massive amount of cash from their most regular client. As he stepped out into the sunlight and bitter cold air, Cyborg stretched his genetically enhanced limbs. Since he had moved to Steel City he'd been in training a lot more to keep his joints from freezing in the perishing cold. As he walked, he checked the many new attachments he had on his robotic arms. He smiled to himself as he strolled through his neighbourhood. It was peaceful. Peaceful thanks to him. Ever since Titans East had moved away to their home cities to protect them, he and Bumblebee had been fighting every criminal who raised its ugly head. An explosion shook the ground and Cyborg grinned at the prospect of knowing hard training was about to pay off.
As he soared through the clouds, BeastMan thought back to the good old days when he was younger. He was still young at the moment, but back when he didn't live alone in the mountains. Although he surveyed the surrounding area and fought plenty of criminals, he still felt somewhat lonesome. He wanted his friends. He wanted them to laugh together and fight alongside each other again. They still got together every once in a while, but it should be more often. He sighed as he swooped down to do battle with the latest in a long of line of super villains.
Starfire swooped between buildings and trees as she giggled at what she had planned for that day. She pulled out her communicator as she settled on top of a particularly tall and out of the way skyscraper.
"Hello friend who is a boy!" She said as Knightwings face flashed up on the communicator, "I have missed you a great deal! I was thinking that maybe today would be a good time to have a gathering of reunion with our friends." A flashing light appeared from somewhere across the town, "Or maybe we should leave our reunion for a day in the future. I will contact you soon. Goodbye." Starfire leapt form the building and made for her base of operations.
Raven went spinning through yet another wall as the peculiar ray gun fired again. She had been defending Jump city on her own for an age now. It seemed like she never got a break. It was times like this that she was glad for the Teen Titans in the old days. Maybe it was time for a reunion to kick crimes ugly face out of this city and time for Raven to relax.
Somewhere deep in Paris, something stirred. Something that had not moved for eight long years…
Well, that's the Teen Titans lives after they defeated the brotherhood of Evil and went their own separate ways as adults. Chapter will reveal Raven's plan to knock crime out of the city. Until then this will have to do.