Hello everyone! I just want to make a few things clear before you start reading. The Teen Titans that I'm going with is the Rebirth team. At the same time I'm kinda fusing that with the Season 2 Young Justice team. I just want to avoid confusion because I know they're two different timelines. This story will be more about the Teen Titans , but the other's will make appearances and whatnot. I'm probably making this more confusing by explaining this T~T! As the description disclosed, this will be about Adventure, Friendship, and of course Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or any of its characters! I do however own my OC and any OCs I may make up during the course of this story! Woo! Enjoy!

LOCATION UNKNOWN

September 17

2:23 EDT

"State your name, ability, and test number."

A profound voice echoed through the tumultuous intercom. The person's voice channeled from the microphone and into the opposite dwelling of double sided mirror.

All eyes were on the test subject inhabiting the other side of the wall. There were about 15 white coated onlookers crammed inside the 10x14 room.

The subject resided in a territory made of solid platinum. All was metal except the bullet proof glass separating the rooms.

Inside the room a loud sound of clanking chains scraping against its links could be heard. They were attached to the wrists of a young brunette girl.

As she stood before her awaiting audience, she shook out her freckled wrists. Only seeing her reflection, the 5'4 girl looked seemingly into the eyes of the man behind the microphone and bestowed upon him a chilling smile.

She moved her shoulder length hair behind her ears and continued her frosty stare down.

"My name is Summer Erin Wilde. I have the endowment of intangibility, and this is test number 87. I will now demonstrate my ability."

The girl turned around, and there were different sphere's about the size of a golf ball spaced out on a wooden table.

She picked up the first item, "Styrofoam."

Her bronze hand lifted the ball and showed it to the room. As she closed her palm, the ball fell through the back side of her hand. Catching it with her other hand, she continued to juggle the ball letting it pass through her upper thigh and tossing it around.

She grabbed the second ball, "Glass."

Her juggling proceeded and she added more balls, "Oak, lead, gold!"

A smile stretched across her face as she displayed her talents. There was only one element that she couldn't pass through, and that was platinum so she'd dare not pick up the last sphere.

For her grand finale she tossed all the balls in the air and opened her mouth. Each sphere went through her mouth and past the organs in her diaphragm before hitting the ground. The girl looked forward once more and took a bow. There was a silence with no response as Summer stood there. No feedback was given, and she settled in position waiting to be judged.

The man at the head of the microphone spoke, "Can you try the platinum ball?"

Without a word, the brunette picked up the gold ball and the platinum ball. Putting both against her arm, the gold fell to the ground, and the platinum stayed in place. Her shoulders shrugged and she placed the sphere back on the table.

"That's all for today Summer. We'll run some tests and see you again tomorrow when you're ready to take this seriously." The researchers on the other side of the glass seemed to be unamused. This was their 87th test, and her progress was relatively stagnant.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Her tongue clicked in a sarcastic manner. "Damn, looks like I really am just the one trick pony you all refuse to believe I am."

Summer looked up as the bright recess lights began to flick off. She stood there in the dark room feeling alone and helpless. Barely visible shadows could be seen from her side of the glass. People were packing up and heading back to their designated areas.

"Where ya going? You'll miss my encore!" Her nervous voice cracked as she attempted to get a reaction out someone, anyone in that room.

Without a second thought the girl ran at full force toward the window. Diving right in, her hands got caught on the other side by the platinum shackles and jerked her body back. She hung in the window with her hands above her head, and body facing outward.

The men and women turned around in fear. There was nothing she could do with her hands bound on the opposite side, but that didn't make her any less frightening.

A man with medium length blonde hair approached the girl. He was the person from behind the microphone. His veiny hands were tucked away inside his crisp lab coat. He approached the girl with caution, and his blue eyes looked into hers.

"Summer please. Go back to your room. The day doesn't have to end like this." His eyes were begging her, but the body language of his puffed out chest showed that he was still in charge.

"Kiss my ass." The grimace was plastered on her face as she spoke in a low. Her spotted freckled nose was scrunched from from the disgusting display of those who've been researching her.

The white coated man backed away and shook his head from disappointment. He stared at his subject for a moment with his lips pursed together.

"You've miscalculated. You're stuck in between the glass and you'll never learn your lesson if I help you now." A sinister smirk arose on the man's face. With eyebrow's perched high, this was his way of reestablishing his dominance between the two.

"No, you've miscalculated!" Her delicate fingertips entered from the other side of the glass holding the gold ball. She threw the ball down to her foot and kicked it as hard as she could.

The sphere hit the man on the right side of his neck and his body collapsed forward onto the floor. Holding her foot out, she inconceivably caught the key card around his neck. Clasping it between her boots, she pulled it off him and flipped back into her platinum cell.

Picking up the card, she raced to the door, but before she could use it the entrance was already being opened. Red lights reflected off her skin as an alarm sounded throughout the facility.

Self-destruct sequence has been activated for 5 minutes.

Awaiting whatever was on the other side of the door, the girl took a fighting stance with hands blocking her face.

The cell door lowered, and she saw a girl dressed in what looked like a black catsuit. It was Batgirl.

"Don't worry I'm here to help. I'm getting you out of here." She offered a hand of assistance and at this point Summer was in no position to refuse it.

Now it was clear why this facility had a bomb set to explode. The researchers have blown their cover, and they'd rather go up in flames with their work than to let anyone know what had been happening for the past several months.

The girls bolted out of the room and the ginger waved to the former captive, "Follow me!"

As the girls ran side by side, Summer's gray eyes looked at those of Barbara, "How did you know I was being held captive?"

"Small inkling of information. You're not the only one by the way. There are about 4 others being held here too, but my team is on that."

The girls turned the corner and was faced with a long narrow corridor. The fluorescent lights flickered down the hallway. The walls were scratched and battered; almost like someone tried to escape before but failed. Both girls were overwhelmed by the upkeep of this area.

Their run slowed down to a walk, and the concrete walls were now turning into glass windows displaying holding tanks. Each had a name on it, but no one was in them.

Going down a bit further, Summer saw a tank with her name on it.

She whispered in a breathy tone, "Summer Erin Wilde... Th-that's me!"

BLAM BLAM!

Before she could dwell on it too long, a bullet barely grazed past she and Barbara's eye line. Their heads turned instinctively, and down the hall came a fleet of armed solider's. They held up their guns and platinum armor showing no resolve to back down.

The alarm sounded once more: Sixty seconds until self-destruct.

These men were going down in a blaze of glory, and Summer was apart of that. She was their test subject and no one else's to study.

Batgirl grabbed Summer's hand and threw a smoke bomb down the hall.

"We've got the captives all secure down here! Where are you at Barb?" The voice of Miss Martian could be heard in the ginger's head.

"Almost out!" The blue eyed beauty was in a panic. This place was about to blow, and the quickest way out could also lead to their deaths if she wasn't careful.

A large windowpane stood at the end of the corridor. Barbara threw a batarang at the glass and shattered it completely. The two ran until they reached the edge. The back of the facility hung about 900 feet over the ocean.

The brown skinned girl looked down in absolute terror. The rough waves crashed high up onto the rocky mountain wall. If the fall didn't kill them, the sharp rocks at the bottom certainly would.

"Miss Martian! We're at the rear of the facility! I need you here now!" The girl shouted in a panic.

She looked at the brunette standing paralyzed in fear. "Don't worry, we're almost out of the woods!"

"We're headed your way right now Batgirl! Just hold on!" The disembodied voice of the green woman yelled out.

Ten.. Nine.. Eight.. Seven..

Summer looked at the red head with fierce eyes, "I don't know what your plan is, but we can't stay in here! Lord knows I have a phobia of heights, but if it's between that and dying I guess I have to face my fears!"

Time seemed to slow, and the brunette grabbed the hand of the masked heroine. "I know you don't know me, but right now I'm gonna be your best friend. So whatever you do, do not let go of me!"

Three.. Two.. One..

Without a second thought, the girls jumped out of the window, and the shrapnel of debris flew at them. Batgirl's eyes were amazed to see the pieces fly right through the two of them. Looking up, she could see the aircraft that would lead them away from this hell hole.

The black suited girl shot her grapple at the ship just before hitting the sharp rocks at the bottom. The two continued to link hands until they were safely inside the jet.

Collapsing on the ground, the team and other former captives crowded the girls.

"Whoa! You two alright?" Tigeress and Superboy helped the ladies to their feet.

"We are now." Barbara panted with her heart still racing from adrenaline. A smile of triumph was painted on her face as she couldn't put enough emphasis on her joy, "We are now."

HALL OF JUSTICE

September 17

13:57 EDT

It was like a museum for heroes, the Hall of Justice. Even after having being held captive for months, nothing was more intimidating than sitting next to the greats in their main quarters.

Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Hawkgirl, all of them. They sat at the round table, and all eyes were on test subject 0003; Summer.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her black pants. The twinge in her hand was undying from the nerves wracked up inside her. Swallowing her saliva felt like a handful of sand being shoved down her throat. She had to say something. She couldn't just stand here and waste their time for the next 2 hours.

"I... I would be honored to join the Young Justice team. I have nothing but adoration and respect for this acclaimed organization that you all have started. I am so gracious for the invitation, truly. But... I've been under captivity ever since I got these powers 5 months ago. I'm far too unrefined for this team. If anyone died on my watch from negligence I couldn't live with myself. With all do respect, I must decline."

The girl exited the room silently, and the young team awaited her answer. "I know you all didn't get a good chance to know me, but I'm afraid I won't be joining this team. Who knows, maybe I'll see you on the street saving my ass or something."

Barbara ran to the girl and placed a bold hand on her shoulder, "Are you sure?"

Summer ran her fingers through her brown hair and let the loose strands fall back into place. "Some people aren't cut out to be heroes ya know?"

Without any more words the girl let herself out of the Hall of Justice, and into the big city. She held back tears as she probably just threw away the greatest opportunity of her life.

"I'm such an idiot." The girl sat on the cold steps in front of the building and let the tears stream down her face.

"You're not an idiot, just calculating." She rubbed her tear filled eyes to clear the fogginess and saw Nightwing standing beside her.

"I read your file Summer, what was left of it anyway. Your mother trained you since the age of 7 to be a living nightmare. Your accuracy with stilettos is 97.81 percent."

He took a seat next to the melancholy girl, "I used to be a part of this team, but I distanced myself. That works for some people, but you are not one of those people. Fall too far from the tree and you become rotten."

Summer rubbed her eyes once more and gave a sniffled chuckle, "Wow, you're like a super senior. You just keep coming back even though you already 'graduated.'"

The man gave her a friendly shoulder bump, "You're unrefined, yes, but you need a place to sharpen your skills. You're right in your decision to decline joining. This isn't the place for you, but I think I know what is. All it takes is one phone call."

A second chance was being presented to the girl. Her odds of getting struck by lightening were higher than being offered another opportunity. This time she wouldn't decline. There was definitely something great for her in this world, and maybe what Nightwing was presenting was it.

"I guess having power isn't refraining from using it because you don't know how, but honing it so you know what to do when the moment comes."

She'd dust herself off and stand up from the steps, "As they say, strike while the iron is hot! Nightwing, thank you. I can't wait to see what's in store."

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I hope you all liked my story, if not that's perfectly fine. I'll continue the story no matter how the reviews, favs and follows pan out, so that's good if you liked it, but if you hated it... whelp, I dunno what to tell ya. Hopefully I can update at least once a week. Thanks all who read!