A/N: I'm trying not to waste that much of your time during this little Author's Note. Unlike most people, I wasn't completely devastated by the cancellation of Teen Titans, I was sad, but not a wreck. This got me thinking about what happened after that fateful episode seven years ago. So, yeah, this is the next generation of Titans and I can guarantee most of your opinions will be decided over the overall theme of the story. Well, that and some of you DC-purists might not like one character. Don't worry, he's not an OC.

Also, the new Teen Titans are not the original five's children, they are five completely unrelated DC heroes. I believe all but one of story's new Titans were actually on the Teen Titans at one point or another.

Finally, every event in the Teen Titans show did occur. The AU comes from the rest of the DC Universe, regarding origins, costumes, and appearances.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or the Teen Titans.

Chapter 1 - Hiatus

2:36 P.M.

March 3, 2016

Jump City, CA

"This is Lois Lane reporting for the Daily Planet on the recent, nuclear attack on the Bialyaian city of Amata," A slender, black-haired woman spoke through a television set, "The attack was reported early this morning. Qurac has denied any involvement and stated the nuclear attack was not in response to the airstrikes on the Quraci capital three years ago," Lois continued to speak professionally while pictures of rubble and dilapidated buildings were shown, "The attack has received no official word from the United Nations or the Justice League of America."

The television echoed throughout the empty apartment, its only viewer being one cybernetically-enhanced Victor Stone. He sat on the only piece of furniture in the one room apartment. His costume had not drastically changed over the last ten years. The only difference being the former blue highlights in his armor were now a neutral gray. He sat on the edge of a black couch, intently listening to the television set, focusing on each word that appeared on screen. His face didn't show surprise, however. He knew tensions were going to boil in the Middle-East again soon. Ever since the United States stepped up an even firmer military presence, the peace had been hollow and strained. Even the Justice League knew a storm was coming, a small group of Leaguers had been assigned to Bialya to uphold the peace.

Cyborg's thoughts were quickly subsided as violent tremors shook his apartment. The television fell off of its stand and shattered the screen. Cyborg himself hit the ground from the shaking, "What's goin' on?!" Cyborg asked seemingly no one. The tremors finally stopped after about thirty seconds, letting Cyborg recuperate his balance and composure, "That's weird, earthquakes don't normally hit Jump City," Cyborg rubbed the back of his head.

"That's because they don't," A muffled voice emitted from his couch.

Cyborg jumped a little from the scare, "Ah, c'mon man! I told you not to do that!" Cyborg dug through his couch cushions to find his shiny, new communicator. The new black and red Justice League design replaced the old yellow Titans paint, "Robin! How's it hanging man? I haven't seen you since-" Cyborg began.

"Cyborg, we have no time to chat," He responded, "And it's Nightwing," Robin, er, Nightwing had a complete costume redesign. His old green and red outfit was replaced with black armor with a dark blue 'V' on his chest.

"Oh, yea, forgot how serious you were," Cyborg rolled his eyes. Just like old times.

Nightwing shook his head slightly, "Listen, we have confirmation that this wasn't an earthquake," Nightwing reported.

Cyborg chuckled nervously, "What was it then? A nuke?" Cyborg joked.

"Precisely," Nightwing replied calmly, Cyborg's mouth gaped open and his eyes widened, "We believe it hit San Diego," Nightwing continued. Cyborg, however, did not get phased, he was still in shock. Nightwing sighed, "Look, you're the only one in Jump City, we need you to investigate, try and get some information."

"Uh, yeah, I'm still on the part when you said it was a nuke!" Cyborg finally spoke, "Why do I have to go? Can't Martian Manhunter, or Superman, or-"

"No, they're dealing with something a little more important at the moment," Nightwing revealed.

Cyborg furrowed a brow, "What can be more important than a freakin' nuke!?" Cyborg yelled to the communicator screen.

"Maybe the fact that there was no trace of ICBM's," He responded, making Cyborg even more awestruck.

Cyborg looked out of one of the apartment's windows, he could easily see the mushroom cloud over the San Diego area, "What? Then how would there be an explosion?" His voice started to lower.

"Adding to the problem is the fact there are no nuclear facilities near San Diego," Nightwing added.

Cyborg rubbed his chin, trying to make sense of this, "The whole thing doesn't make any sense."

"I know, but it doesn't have to make sense right now, Cyborg. We need you to get down to San Diego now," Nightwing demanded, "You can stay calm, we don't think this was an act of war."

"Stay calm? How can I stay calm when there was freakin' nuclear explosion!?" Cyborg yelled into his communicator.

"Listen, the Justice League isn't making that big a deal over this for some reason. Maybe there's something they're not telling us, but if these guys don't think it's that bad, you shouldn't either," Nightwing tried to calm his old friend down.

Cyborg groaned and his shoulders sank, "But why do I have to-" Cyborg randomly snapped his fingers, "Ah-a! Whose goin' to watch over Jump City while I'm gone?" Cyborg smiled, taking pride in his excuse.

Nightwing stood silently, "Dammit, you're lucky," He tried to hide his smirk from Cyborg, "I guess I'll get Changeling on this one."

"Changeling?" Cyborg asked.

"Beast Boy."

Cyborg's smile stretched from ear to ear, "BB!? Are you serious? Yes!" Cyborg started hopping up and down, "Aw man, I'm going to San Diego!"

"Uh, no, you're not," Nightwing abruptly stopped Cyborg's celebration, "You can't go to San Diego and watch Jump City at the same time," Nightwing said, making his voice high-pitched to mock Cyborg.

"Watchu talkin' about?" Cyborg pouted.

Nightwing started typing on an unseen computer, "Listen, I've already sent Changeling en route. All you need to do is stay put," He explained.

Cyborg flopped back on his black couch and sighed, "Man, things were a whole lot easier with the Titans, huh?"

Nightwing scratched his head, "Uh, yeah, Cyborg," He cleared his throat, "Listen, I have a lot to do, so uh..."

"Yea, bye," Cyborg said in a monotone.

"Uh, bye," Nightwing shut off his communicator, causing Cyborg's to emit only static.

Cyborg sighed and shut his off as well. He began staring at the broken television, remembering all the times he had with the Titans, good and bad. Their travels had taken them across the globe and then some, even if he did know Jump City like the back of his robotic hand. He remembered the last real adventure the five of them had before being accepted into the Justice League. They ended their title of 'Teen Titans' after they returned from Tokyo ten years ago. He remembered Terra, but he never knew what happened to her. All he remembered is getting betrayed by her. He remembered when they recruited all those new Titans for some reason.

"Wait," Cyborg sat up on his couch, "All those new Titans..." Cyborg's giant grin returned, "All those new Titans! Yes, we'll get new Titans!" Cyborg quickly grabbed his communicator and proceeded to smash buttons until he was connecting back to Nightwing.

"Hello- Gah!" Nightwing looked down at his communicator to see Cyborg with what looked like a very painful smile on his face. Nightwing awkwardly smiled back and waved, "What's with the smile?" Nightwing said slowly between his teeth.

Cyborg continued to stare into the screen, "We're going to get new Titans!" He yelled into the communicator.

"Uhhh, what?" Nightwing furrowed a brow.

"New Titans! We need a new Teen Titans!" Cyborg continued.

Nightwing threw this thought about in his head. Even if the Justice League did allow them to do this, where would they find members? They just don't make heroes like they used to, "Hey, I mean, I'll try and get them to pass it, but no promises my man."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Thanks so much, Robin!" Cyborg shouted out in glee.

"Hey, it's Nightw-" Cyborg quickly shut off his communicator out of joy.

Cyborg once again flopped on his black couch, this time in a much more optimistic mood, "Aw, man, this time tomorrow, I'm going to be doing so much stuff! Not sitting around in here all day!" Cyborg continued to cheer, "Ahhh! I can't wait!"

2:36 P.M.

March 4, 2016

Hall of Justice, Watchtower

"That is completely idiotic! Why would we need new Teen Titans?" Green Lantern was decimating Nightwing's request. Nightwing had kept good on his part and talked to the core members of the Justice League. They were 'discussing' it in the Hall of Justice, the very peek of the Justice League's Watchtower.

"Green Lantern, sir, Jump City needs an organized group to defend it against criminals, terrorists, and, well, bad guys in general," Nightwing continued his case.

Green Lantern face-palmed at the remark, "That's why we have Cyborg! Remember him?"

"Yeah, but just yesterday he was to report to San Diego to investigate the bombing, but he couldn't. Jump City needs more than one man watching it," Nightwing explained, trying to convince seven people to give him the 'okay' on this.

"We don't need more Teen Titans," Green Lantern sat back and looked at the rest of the table. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Flash, and Martian Manhunter discussed among themselves.

"With everything going on, we're going to need more heroes," Nightwing continued his case even though no one was listening.

Green Lantern shook his head, "Look kid, its not going to happen, we don't have the money to spend on a project like this," He explained to Nightwing.

Nightwing scoffed, "When was defending the world about the money?"

"It's not simply about the money, kid," Green Lantern said matter-of-factly, "We would be putting young lives in danger. Do you know how close Jump City is to San Diego?"

"They'll be fine, why would someone send another nuclear bomb to California? That would be way too predicable," Nightwing stated, "Also, they're out of the fallout zone."

"Look, I know you think that was a nuclear weapon, but little Justice League secret: it wasn't," Green Lantern revealed, sparking Nightwing's curiosity.

"Green Lantern, enough," Martian Manhunter stepped in to restore order. The entire case was only creating fierce debate between Nightwing and Green Lantern.

Green Lantern sat back in his chair and held back his anger, "Kid, I was once like you; naive, arrogant, clueless, and um... Well, yeah, you're all of those things," Green Lantern cleared his throat, "If the Justice League spends the money on these Titans, we may not be able to afford the Watchtower," He revealed, nodding to Nightwing's surprise, "They really mean it when they say the economy's hitting everyone," He let out a slight chuckle.

The group of tightly huddled superheroes disbanded and turned to Nightwing, "Nightwing," Superman began, "The Justice League will allow you to start a new branch of the Teen Titans and they shall be officially recognized," As Superman spoke, Green Lantern's expression turned to shock, "However, the Titans shall receive no funds from the Justice League and their first assignment will be to help with the San Diego relief effort," Superman spoke for the entire Justice League.

"Thank you all," Nightwing turned to leave the Hall of Justice.

"Nightwing wait," Batman stopped him in his tracks. Batman stood up from the table and followed Nightwing out the door, "I think I have your first member," He revealed as the two traveled throughout the Watchtower's never-ending maze of corridors.

Nightwing furrowed a brow, "You found someone already?" He said in surprise.

"Yeah," Batman abruptly stopped, "Tim."

"Tim?" Nightwing raised a brow, "God, people are so generic with their superhero names nowadays."

Batman held back the slight smile that tried to creep onto his face, "No, Robin."

"Hey, I told you, it's Nightwing now."

Batman sighed, "No, Tim is Robin."

"Ohhhh. Wait, there's another Robin?"

"Enough, Nightwing. If you need new Titans, I'll be glad to lend you Tim," Batman offered.

"Really? Are you sure he's ready?" Nightwing asked.

"I know he's ready, Richard," Batman grabbed Nightwing's shoulder, "He won't let you down, plus the interaction with other heroes will be a good thing."

Nightwing nodded, "I'll pick him up on my way to Jump City."

"Thank you," He shook Nightwing's hand.

"I'm just not sure how we can start this with no funding," Nightwing admitted.

Batman squinted his eyes, "You won't need to worry about money, Wayne Enterprises can certainly cover any expense."

Nightwing rubbed the back of his head, "No, I couldn't ask you to do that," Nightwing humbly stated, "This is my problem, not yours."

"Well, it's the Justice League's problem now," Batman teased, although it was in his usually serious voice, making it hard to tell.

"Thanks, Bruce," With that, Nightwing walked further down the corridor, leaving Batman's sight. Tim had been reliable thus far for him, being on his own shouldn't make that much of a difference. However, all he could do now is hope.

Nightwing himself had absolutely no clue as to how he was going to find new members for the Titans. Maybe there were some sidekicks he could steal, er, borrow for the new team. Not very likely, however. Ever since his generation of heroes grew up, the rate of heroes being born significantly decreased. Wait, this wasn't his problem. This was Cyborg's idea, he can find the kids himself. He'll just go to Jump City with Tim, drop him off, and then be on his merry way.

8:08 P.M.

March 4, 2016

Mojave Desert, NV

"Yo, man, pass the dipping sauce," A perfectly plump man said to his companion. The two were dressed in military uniforms, eating fast-food as they nonchalantly scanned over dozens of tiny computer screens. The other 'soldier' passed the requested sauce, "You see anything man?" He joked to his companion.

The other, thinner man kicked off of his desk and rolled across the room on his chair, "No, just like always," He replied, "Hey, do you know when the D-boys are going to be rolling through?"

The chubby man focused away from his intense chicken nugget binge, "Delta? Why the hell are they coming here?"

The other man shook his head, "I don't know man, they said something about San Diego."

"What? Why would they need to go to San Diego? It was literally shot into the sea," The chubby man explained what the other man already knew.

"I guess there's survivors," The other man figured, shrugging his shoulders.

"You know, when I signed up for the Army, I thought there would be more terrorists," The chubby man went back to observing his computer screens.

The other man laughed, "Yeah, you'd be hard to hit," He teased, "You're literally a broad-side of a barn."

"Yea, well, that's only because I'm stuck watching for meteors and freakin' UFOs," The chubby man tried to justify his complexion.

The other man chuckled once more, "Oh, yeah, totally. It has nothing to do with all the fast foo-" He was cut off by a rapid beeping from a computer to his left. The two gave each other blank stares before quickly fumbling with their tools for calculating the emergency.

"What's going on? What's happening?" The chubby man pelted him with questions.

"Oh," The other man said with a sigh of relief, "It's only some debris; it should burn up in the atmosphere," He went back to relaxing on his chair as alarms blared.

The beeping from the computer got more intense by the second. The chubby man took notice and rolled over to it. He carefully observed the screen; it showed what looked like a purple rocket hurling straight for Earth, "Uh, I don't think this is debris," The chubby man pointed at said screen, the other man looked in shock.

The other man quickly picked up a phone and tried calling his superiors, but the line's dial-tone was completely absent, "Oh man, game over, man! Game over!" The other man yelled to his friend as the rocket was now identified as coming straight for the base.

The alarms and beeping intensified as the rocket approached, "Get down!" The chubby man threw himself and his friend on the floor. In a couple seconds, the purple rocket smashed through their station from the night's sky, tearing off the top half and destroying all electronics in the small tower. The rocket continued to decimate its way throughout the installation, completely breaking through buildings and fences. Soldiers scattered to assess the situation at rapid speeds.

The rocket smashed its way out of the base entirely, skidding against the soft sands of the Mojave and pinning down any vegetation it hit. It finally started to lose momentum as it collided with several large boulders. As it pulverized boulder after boulder, one of the rocket's four engines erupted in flames and subsequently exploded. The rocket now violently tumbled, rolled, and thrashed about. The collisions and fuel from the engines allowed the rocket to gain some lift. This lasted for a record five seconds, until it sped into the ground nose first. It finally, and brutally, stopped in a small expanse of land between two mountains overlooking Las Vegas, leaving a trail of dust behind it.

The base's personnel started flooding out of their respective building either to help those trapped under the rubble, tend to their own wounds, or even flee entirely. Even though it showed its destructive force, almost no mind was put towards the purple rocket that had ripped through the base. With the medical building being destroyed by the rocket, medics and nurses on the base rushed to get the injured to the hastily-built, makeshift doctor's tent. In the few seconds in which all this happened, the doctor's tent was quickly set up with whatever supplies they could scavenge.

The purple rocket, for once, stood in place, smoke rising from the almost-destroyed machine. The air was eerily silent as the rocket rested on the Mojave sand. The top of the rocket's nose flashed a red light that would intensify then disappear entirely for a few seconds. A slight ring sounded and the red light turned a bright green. A hissing noise sounded as a hatch slightly opened and air was released from the inside.

The hatch automatically opened the rest of the way then fell of completely. A click sounded from inside the 'cockpit' and the ship spat out a young, blonde girl clad in a black jumpsuit. She was disoriented as she tried to scrambled on the sandy ground. She finally got on all fours only to feel an intense pain in her stomach. Before she could scream, she began vomiting profusely on the earth around her.

"What's the matter, little lady? Couldn't take the landing?" The girl looked up to the source of the noise. It was a man dressed in a general's uniform, his balding white hair contrasted his jet-black mustache and eyebrows, "That was some show you had at my base, so I'd suggest you come with us peacefully," He motioned to an entire armed platoon of soldiers and APCs pointing their weapons in her direction. The girl continued to stare at the general talking to her. She had no idea what he was saying, it seemed to be an entirely different language.

The girl did not move, she was petrified in fear. The troops turned on massive lights that shined in her direction causing the girl to bring her hand up to shield her eyes. Two soldiers ran up to her, one carrying a pair of handcuffs, the other serving as backup. The girl observed the two as they slowly and carefully approached her. The soldier with the handcuffs knelt down beside her and closed one cuff on her left wrist.

Once she felt the cold metal touching her skin, she instantly pulled her hand back, taking the soldier with it. Unable to get him off her wrist with that motion, she threw her arm forward, sending the soldier through the air screaming until he hit one of the APCs. The general watched as the man forcefully collided with the vehicle and instantly gave the command to open fire. The girl started to sprint away from the noise of the guns firing, but her steps started to lift her off the ground.

Now running in mid-air, she tried to find a way to get herself back onto the earth. Several bullets lodged themselves into her black jumpsuit, but did not penetrate her skin, surprisingly. She flailed about the air, screaming from pain as each round hit her. The APCs followed, shooting their mounted high-caliber rifles as they drove towards her. One of said rounds hit the girl in the back of the head, causing her to wildly spin downwards until she embedded herself back-first into the base of one of the mountains.

"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" The general screamed to his soldiers. Each troop and vehicle instantaneously stopped firing, "There's no way she could of survived that," He mumbled to himself as he approached her resting place with his hands behind his back. The whirring of a helicopter overhead invaded everyone's ears. He looked up to the helicopter and waved his arms towards them.

The girl started screaming in terror as her eyes produced a set of red beams. The shock from the scream was enough to make the general jump, but the beams caused him to dive out of harm's way. Unable to control the beams her head recoiled around from the constant heat beams. The beams tore the helicopter clean in half causing an explosion in the air and a ton of raining debris.

"Get down!" The general ordered his troops as he covered his head, bracing for impact. The soldiers stayed in the same position, awaiting the helicopter to finally hit the sand. That moment, however, never happened, "What the?" The general looked upwards to see the helicopter suspended in the air, still burning.

"Hey, Eiling!" A voice called out among the floating wreckage. The helicopter gently touched ground and the voice who had called Eiling's name gracefully floated over to him. It was none other than Superman, man of steel, "I believe this is yours," He smirked as he dropped the helicopter's pilot that he had also been carrying.

"Superman," Eiling acknowledged his presence with a touch of hate, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm here about that," Superman pointed to the girl who was currently on her back, shooting beams into the night's sky. Superman flew over to her with a sudden burst of speed. He put his hand over her eyes, taking the full damage of the heat beams while not even flinching, "Stop!" Superman clearly ordered.

The girl finally spoke, screaming in a language unknown to the rest of the soldiers, but Superman recognized it. His eyes widened as he matched the words together. It was Kryptonian.

"Sir, shall I commence?" A soldier clad in a hazmat suit asked general Eiling who simply nodded. The soldier rushed towards the two, Superman still deflecting her eye-beams.

Superman turned to look at the approaching soldier, "What are you doing? Get out of here!" He used his spare hand to point off into the distance.

"I'm sorry, sir," The soldier's words caused Superman to furrow a brow. The soldier opened one of his vest pouches and pulled out a glowing green rock, a piece of Kryptonite. He held it next to the two, finally ending the beams and burning Superman's hand in the process.

"What are... you doing?" Superman summoned all of his strength to yell at the soldier.

"My job," He simply responded, moving the Kryptonite closer to the man of steel. Superman let out an exhausted mumble, then he slumped over to the ground, unconscious.

A/N: And that's the first chapter to my first Fanfiction! Hurrah! Wasn't too bumpy, was it? Oh, and no, those were not fictional countries in the beginning. Well, they are, but they're DC's.