Before beginning this story, I should provide some warnings:

Firstly, the rating is as high as it is due to graphic violence and swear words.

Secondly, this story is actually a massive crossover between a wide range of cartoons and comics that fit into the theme of the story. Some characters will be immediately familiar to you and mentioned, others will be mentioned or seen in passing, and a few will only be referenced or seen in the background of events. Some of the other crossovers include the X-Men series (predominantly the movies since these are the ones I am most familiar with), the Batman series (pick your flavor, as I have no particular series or movies in mind for this part), the Justice League (again, pick your flavor), the Avengers (movies predominantly), Young Justice (some of these characters also appear in Teen Titans, so I will for the most part refer to the Teen Titans versions, but I might merge a few if I feel it flows better), etc. Again, this is a very massive crossover, but knowledge on any of the series I will mention will not be necessary. For the most part, this story can stand on its own, despite its use of characters and situations involving these series.

Lastly, I will provide notes at the end of chapters to provide some insights, explanations, and the like as I feel it is necessary.

To anyone who is not familiar with the real names of the Titans, they are as follows: Cyborg (Victor Stone), Beast Boy (Garfield Logan), Starfire (Koriand'r)

A bright light flashed; he could see it even through his shut eyes. Deafening noises filled his ears almost to the point where he thought they might explode. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't move, but he wasn't sure if something was wrong with his body or he just didn't remember how to use his limbs. He opened his eyes, letting in a bright white light. His vision swam and he squinted his eyes against the white rays as he tried to let his eyes adjust. He twitched his fingers, the feeling fascinatingly wonderful. Slowly, he began moving his limbs, amazed at the range of motion he had. Once his eyes had adjusted to the brightness, he looked down at his legs and began moving them up and down, bending his knee and stretching it out again. He stared wide-eyed and awed when he felt something touch his chest and push him back down. He looked up with amazement at the figure standing over him. He could only see a silhouette, but he could make out the mouth moving.

"…waking…u…seda…ve," the words were jumbled and unintelligible to him.

He opened his mouth and let out some noise, but only managed to make a choked rasping noise. He tried again, and as words started forming in his mouth, a rush of realization flooded his brain. Panic became all he knew as he scoured his brain for answers. "W-w-wh-where a-am I?!" he shouted, jolting up into a sitting position and looking around in alarm.

"Lay him back down," someone said. As ordered, several hands—somehow the hands felt wrong, although he could not discern why—pushed him forcefully back down onto what he now recognized as cold metal and strapped him down by his wrists, legs and chest. He fought them, flailing his limbs as he tried to get back up, but the hands were stronger than him and the control he had over his arms and legs was weak and he was strapped to the table with ease.

Thoughts continued rushing into his head; reason, awareness, suspicion… fear; all overwhelmingly clear to him now made him struggle and shout. He looked around the eerily all-white room where tall, slim figures typed on computers and wrote on notepads as they watched him.

Suddenly he felt a sharp prick in his arm. He shouted and tried to pull away, but the straps kept him from getting very far. He looked down to see a needle sticking out of his skin that sent some clear liquid into his body. Immediately, he became dizzy, his eyes losing focus and his head bobbing tiredly. Laying his head down, losing the energy to fight, he watched hazily as the figures took what looked like a gun and touched it to the side of his neck. Before he got the chance to feel the full sting of the gun, his eyes had closed, letting him fall back into a dreamless sleep.

5125. He continued to hear those numbers all through his sleep until he was able to open his eyes again. He sat up in the cot he was now lying in, which revealed a brutal headache that pounded loudly in his skull, and examined the room around him. It was tight, dark and colorless. The decor consisted of three cots- two of which were apparently occupied judging by the lumped blankets in the shape of bodies- beside his, a toilet and a sink. Even in the darkness, he could tell that everything in the room was white: the bunks, the walls, the floor, the toilet, all of it.

He foggily remembered the night before; the new sensations, the strange figures, the incomprehensible feeling of knowing nothing; remembering nothing. He had woken in a void of emptiness. It had almost felt like he had come into the world for the first time. Like being born.

"Psst!"

His heart skipped a beat and in his surprise he fell off his bed with a thud. Shortly after, he heard a laugh.

"Sorry!" the voice said, the laughter slowly subsiding. "Didn't mean to scare you."

He stood up shakily, having to relearn the process, and looked around in the darkness until he spotted a figure sitting up in one of the cots.

"Who are you?" he asked. The question was familiar and automatic, but it felt odd to him to ask it.

"2240," he answered. "Or… at least that's what they call me. My name is Garfield. But you can call me Gar."

"They?"

"Yeah. They," the figure- Garfield- answered and then paused. His head titled with interest. "You're new. What's your number?"

"My number?"

"Yeah. The number they gave you. Your ID tag. Should be on your neck. Here, let me see," Garfield said, jumping off of his cot and appearing in front of him. Closer, he could see that Garfield had pointed ears as the other boy brought him towards the door. He tried to follow Garfield, but found his steps clumsy and he tripped over himself several times as he desperately tried to remember how to walk. Garfield helped him patiently until he had brought him over to the door. Small rays of light peeked through the cracks in the door, giving him a glance of the green skin on Garfield's body. He stared at the other boy as the latter tilted his head to examine his neck. Something about the boy's green skin and pointed ears threw him and made him feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't figure out why or why he couldn't stop staring.

"5125," Garfield said, and then began counting on his fingers while mumbling something to himself.

"What is that?" he asked. He recognized the numbers very well, having just dreamed about them, but wasn't sure what they meant.

"Your ID tag. It's to tell you apart from everybody else. Oh, and you have to memorize these. Otherwise you'll never know when you're being called and they hate it when you don't do what you're told. You get in big trouble," Garfield said, turning and going over to one of the cots occupied by a large mound. "Vic, wake up. There's a new kid."

"So?" The mound rolled over in an attempt to ignore the other boy.

"So I need you to crack his ID tag."

The figure sat up, partially revealing the bulky mass of muscle and some sort of shiny material beneath the blanket. "What's the number?"

"5125."

The boy on the cot sighed, moved his arm and seemed to be pressing it like there were buttons there. After a few moments, he answered, "Daniel."

"Thanks," Garfield said, turning to him. "Your name's Daniel."

Another flash of memory invaded his mind, making his headache worse than before. The name was familiar, but he couldn't remember why. It was just a familiar word; it felt somehow uncomfortable and unnatural, but familiar nonetheless. "Daniel?" he repeated hesitantly, letting the word roll off of his tongue slowly as he came to grips with it and its meaning.

"Yep," Garfield answered. "They don't like taking time to figure out names for us, so they just code the name's we already had, which I think is dumb."

"Already had? W-what's that mean?"

Suddenly a buzzer began blaring above them. Daniel threw his hands over his ears; hoping that his headache wouldn't make his head explode. He felt sick and nauseous.

The heavy, steel door hissed as it opened to a tall, bulky, yet sleek looking creature. Its head had what looked like a long fin starting from the forehead and stopping again at the back of its neck. Its skin was an aqua green and was missing some facial features, such as ears and a nose. It was also holding something in its hand. The beady, all-black eyes of the creature regarded the three boys in the room with a sneer.

The lump on the last cot—who appeared to be older than both Daniel and Garfield—sat up and got out of the bed, revealing just how tall the darker-skinned was. Not only that, but Daniel also got a good look at just how unusual this other boy was. The shine that he had observed had come from the limbs and body parts of the boy that had been replaced with high-tech metal and circuitry. The tall boy walked out of the room with a glance Daniel's way. He was followed quickly by Garfield out of the room. As they passed the creature at the door, they bent their necks forward for the creature to put what was now obviously a scanner of some sort and scan the ID tags on the back of their necks.

"Come on, Da- 5125," Garfield said as he was shoved towards a long line forming in the hall. With the light shining through now, he could see the tall, metal-bodied teen who had decoded his name and the short, green-skinned and dark-green haired boy, along with several other odd-looking creatures forming up a line outside.

"Student, get in the line," the creature at the door demanded. Although the threat in its words were clear, Daniel could not help but notice the smooth, almost pleasant tone the creature's voice held.

Daniel looked up, squinting his eyes against the light. He couldn't move. The nausea was threatening to bring up the contents of his stomach—was there anything there to throw up?—and his head was pounding due to the bright light coming through the door.

After taking too long to decide what to do, the creature walked heavily into the cell, grabbed Daniel's arm and hauled him forward. Daniel instinctively tried to dig in his heels, but he was no match for the strength of the creature pulling him and only managed to irritate it. The creature, releasing its grip on Daniel's upper arm, grabbed his head, long fingers tangling into his raven-black hair as it tilted Daniel's head forward It scanned him and then tossed him stumbling into the line. A metal bar separating the walkway from the floor three stories below stopped his stumbling and he latched onto it as soon as he hit it to catch himself. He looked down at the floors below, where the walkways beneath them were filled up with other creatures and people who all looked to be about his age, lining up for some unknown purpose. At ground level, the lines dissipated and the various creatures were filing out of a heavy door at the far end of the room.

Not wanting to get into any more trouble, Daniel shrugged himself off and began following the line groggily as it went past cell after cell of beings he had never seen before. All shapes and sizes and colors, dressed in the same, dull grey jumpsuits that it was apparently required of them to wear.

The line wound its way down to ground level, where they were taken, twelve at a time, into a shower area. They were allowed five minutes to clean before being given a new set of grey clothing and laceless shoes and ushered back into another long line.

Daniel followed clumsily along until he eventually came to two huge, automatic doors marked with white words and lettering that read: C6. These doors were the entrance to an enormous, all-white room. It was filled with tables, chairs and another long line off to the right. The line of creatures held trays and bowls that they placed in slots along the wall that would be returned to them filled with different colored mushes. Daniel was carried down to this line and, simply following what everyone else was doing, took a bowl from one of the piles. He went up to the first slot in the wall, but it would not open to him, so he moved on to the next.

He passed eight different slots before one finally opened for him, taking his bowl and returning it seconds later, filled to the top with a brown, unappetizing mush. He frowned at the substance occupying his bowl before turning and looking around the seemingly endless room nervously. Most of the creatures around looked like they would gladly tear his head off if he dared approach them, so he decided to try and find an empty table. At first glance, however, it looked like the task would be easier said than done. It was clear that the thousands of table occupying the room were there to fill the thousands of people and creatures crowding to occupy them.

Just as he began heading off to find some remote corner, he felt someone grab his arm. He stiffened and an inexorable instinct came over him. In a swift motion, he passed his bowl to his left hand and grabbed the hand that was holding him with his right, only to find the green-skinned boy.

"Whoa, Dude! You almost broke my wrist!"

Daniel looked at Garfield's wrist, which was clasped tightly in his hand, blinking away confusion. He released him.

"What was that? Super-reflexes or something?"

He looked down at his hand with interest and then at Garfield again. "I- I don't know."

Garfield stared at him a few seconds more, pondering over his previous assessment, before quickly moving on. "So where were you going? Come sit with us," the green skinned boy said, leading Daniel by his arm through the crowds, casually passing the tables of monsters until he stopped in front of a table occupied by far less terrifying beings, all of which were very human-looking. There was the tall, mechanical-bodied, bald, black-skinned boy—likely the oldest—and two girls. One of them had red hair and orange skin with crystal-green eyes while the other looked rather pale with purple hair and purple eyes. Sitting side by side, they were a great contrast of each other.

"Hey, guys, this is 5125, aka Daniel. Daniel, aka, 5125, this-" he said, gesturing, "is 3157, aka Victor. The girl with the red hair is 1911, aka Koriand'r, the other girl is 1854, aka Raven. You know who I am," he said.

Daniel nodded and sat down beside Garfield uncomfortably, staring down at his bowl. A metal object had been placed in it, which although he at first did not know what it was, finally recalled it as a spoon. He picked it up awkwardly and stared at it for a moment and then looked down at the mush. Although the object was familiar visually, he couldn't remember what it was for. For several minutes he stared at the spoon and the bowl, trying to get a mental picture of what he was supposed to do with them when the red-headed girl, Koriand'r, reached over and took his arm.

"That is a spoon. I will show you how to use it," she said. She fixed the spoon so that it was sitting in his hand just so, and then guided it down to the bowl, dug a small spoonful and then brought it up to his mouth, enabling him to take a bite.

"You see?" Koriand'r said. "Now you try."

The memory returned quickly after having been shown and he managed to take the next bite with no help. Koriand'r clapped happily for him. "Very good!"

He smiled gratefully.

"So, do you remember anything?" Victor asked as he gobbled down a large spoonful of mush.

"Should I?"

"I guess that's a no," Garfield said with a good-humored chuckle.

"Some people remember their lives before this," Victor said, briefly looking up from his food as he stuffed it hastily into his face. "Most of us can remember bits and pieces. Raven remembers most of her life before this."

"What is this?" Daniel asked, the confusion worsening his headache more than ever. He rested his head in his hands and shut his eyes tightly.

"Oh, yeah. The headaches. Don't worry. They go away," Victor stated.

"My aching head has not gone away yet," Koriand'r said with a sad frown.

"You've only been here a week. They usually go away after the first month."

Daniel frowned at the thought of having to endure an entire month with his headache and frowned deeply. Rubbing his fingers against his temples in futile attempts to massage away the pain resonating there, Daniel asked, "The first month of what? What is this place?"

"I'll tell him," Garfield said.

"You're a horrible story-teller, Garfield. Somebody else tell him," Raven said, her voice dull and dry.

"I'll tell him," Victor said. "You've been picked up by Talent Scouts. As far as anybody can tell, they go from place to place picking up talented, skilled, or powerful teenagers."

"Why can't I remember anything?"

"They wipe everyone's memories when they get here, but like I said, it starts to come back after a while."

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a voice over a speaker-phone: "Attention new students. Report to the Wardens at the west entrance to the Assessment Center. All other students, report to the Enrichment Center."

"I hate it when they call us students," Victor commented irritably.

"Student 5125, report to the Wardens at the east entrance immediately."

It didn't register at first, everything being so new to him, but Garfield, quick to aid his new-found friend, hurriedly tapped Daniel's shoulder. "That's you! Go!" the green boy said, pushing him out of his seat.

Daniel glanced back at them nervously, but the group urged him on with short, urgent waves of their hands, so he turned and headed towards the entrance to the mess hall, where he had first come from. He could hear murmuring and whispering as he passed tables and the different monsters that occupied them, but tried to ignore them.

He came to the entrance and was met by two tall, slim creatures like the creature who had first dragged him out of his cell. They didn't say a word as they turned and began leading him down the hall he had just come from, but instead of heading towards the cell block, they turned down a secondary hall. This hall curved away from the direction of the cell block for several minutes, passing by doors that appeared on passing glance to have no purpose, before ending in a small room with six doors, three on either side of the wall. The Wardens stepped into one of these, which turned out to be an elevator. One of the Wardens pressed a button on the keypad beside the doors and the elevator moved, although Daniel wasn't certain if it was going up or down. When the elevator came to a stop, they stepped out and followed another, shorter curved hallway, which ended at a tall, steel-plated door.

One of the Wardens reached over to a pad on the side and tapped in over a dozen numbers and letters. The door opened and allowed them to pass, closing quickly again behind them.

The Wardens led Daniel down several more halls like these, typing in codes onto pads that allowed them to pass into another hall, each one requiring more effort to get into than the last: placing their hands on scanners, voice scanners, and various other scanners. Finally they came to a last short hall with another steel-armored door. Here, there was a pad with a microphone.

"Director," one of the Wardens spoke into it, "we have student 5125 here."

The door opened with a hiss of air. The Wardens took Daniel inside, the door shutting firmly with a second hiss behind them.

They now stood in a pleasant, almost relaxing room, filled with color, furnishings and decorations. There were sculptures and paintings all over the shelves and walls that made the entire room look classy and elegant. At the end of the room was a desk and a comfortable-looking chair. Seated in it was an extremely slim, green-grey skinned creature. It looked similar to the Wardens in that it was sleek and without ears or a nose, but it also had a gentler, smoother look to it. Its eyes were large and green-black and looked more intelligent. As Daniel stared at it, it suddenly occurred to him why all of the creatures he had been seeing were so unnerving to him—they weren't human. He had never seen anything like them. The particular characteristics on the creature in front of him gave undeniable evidence of it's species. Its arms were extremely long, same as its legs. Every limb moved with grace, like they were underwater. It was an alien. Now that his mind was finally discerning what it was seeing, Daniel realized that the Wardens were the same species as the creature in front of him, just with slight differences.

Another similar-looking alien stood beside the seated one—this one looking older due to its wrinkles and tired expression—and looked up as they entered.

"Student 5125?" the standing one asked the Warden, who nodded accordingly. It sighed, and then looked down at the seated alien. "Director, there has apparently been an error in our systems. We retrieved the wrong humanoid from earth. That student is an error."

"An error?" the Director said, it's voice very obviously female. She looked up at her colleague and laughed. "Our systems never error, Envoy."

The standing alien (Envoy) handed her a folder. She took it and glanced over it briefly. "What has been done about this?" she asked, her tone intensifying.

"The Recruiter has been disposed of, Director, and preventative protocols have been put in place. Now, shall I dispose of the error?" Envoy asked, looking at Daniel, who stared back boldly, undeterred.

She waved her hand in response.

Envoy bowed deeply and then turned to the Wardens. "Take the error to the furnaces."

They nodded.

Daniel felt a hand grip his arm and suddenly he wasn't thinking. The instinct he had felt before came rushing back to him tenfold. Quicker than the Warden could react, Daniel reached around, grabbed the hand on his shoulder and pivoted his body, landing a punch into the jaw of the Warden. He then kicked it, sending it away from him. With the first Warden momentarily out of his way, he turned and grabbed the fist that had been aimed for his face from the second Warden. Having a firm hold on the second alien, Daniel yanked it towards him, waiting for the Warden's back to come into his view, then stabbed his elbow down into the small of the Warden's back, slamming it to the ground.

The other Warden, now recovering, turned towards him, this time with a nightstick in its hand. The Warden raised it over its head to strike at him, but before it had time to react, Daniel had grabbed the stick with one hand and thrust his other fist into the Warden's stomach.

While distracted by the two aliens, he had not anticipated Envoy to attack. At some point during the brawl, Envoy had grabbed a tazer from a hidden drawer and jammed it into Daniel's side.

His eyes widened as his body was halted by the volts of electricity now spreading from his side to the rest of his body. His knees gave out and he doubled over, limbs twitching.

"Pick him up and take him away immediately!" Envoy commanded.

Standing weakly from the ground, the Wardens, who were now breathing heavily from the beating they had received, did as they were told and picked Daniel up from the floor, ready to take him away, when the Director spoke firmly, "Halt, Wardens."

They turned and faced her again.

The Director stared at Daniel intensely with her large eyes, tapping her fingers together thoughtfully. Finally, she looked at Envoy. "Such talent… especially for a human specimen with no skill or training. Perhaps he is more unique than I had originally thought. Do not dispose of the error. Take him to the Assessment Center and I will call on him soon."

With a bow from the Wardens, they turned and took Daniel away.

For anyone who read this and got confused, there is a reason I am using the non-hero names of all of these characters and an explanation will be provided further along in the story.

Raven's name, if you noticed, is not altered. That is due to the fact that each "student" is referred to by their formal or real name. Raven did have an alias named Rachel Roth in the comic series, but that is not actually her birth name, so that name is not used for her.

I will publish updates twice a week when possible. Probably Mondays and Fridays.