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It was silent, far too silent for the emerald hued boy as he looked around the area, him clad in black and purple. The walls were dark and jagged, yet also smooth as he grazed them with gloved fingers. Questions ran through his mind. Where was he? How did he get here?
Where were the others?
He looked down at the black and yellow bulky communicator, a capital 'T' in stark contrast of the black cover before grabbing it and flipping it open, pressing the button
Static.
There was no signal where he was.
His breathe hitched when he heard something. Claws on rock. He inhaled quickly a few times to catch a scent.
Canine. That wasn't so bad.
Quickly his body shrunk to that of a fly, buzzing around to make sure he was inconspicuous, far too small for it to see the odd coloration of it before zipping over, though with hesitancy. What he seen however, wasn't what he expected.
A large white wolf. What were the odds.
He had seen many animals, insect and dinosaurs even, and he could instantly tell that wasn't normal. For once, it was large and white, but had sharp blue eyes as he flew closer, so it wasn't albino. Second, from what it looked like, there was visible muscles underneath the ripped skin on the fore legs and hind legs.
Now that was just plain gross.
Once he was out of the canine's sight he went over towards a corner and changed back there, eyeing a camera that was fixed where it was, but didn't want to be in it's sight, the long tall shadows concealing him as much as it can before taking a short breath of relaxation.
"Warning; Unknown personnel. Intruder Alert." The sirens blared, him clutching the pointed ears with a grunt before looking around, trying to find what spotted him.
Of course. There was a camera hidden in the shadows.
Well the jig was up he guessed, turning into a cheetah and raced out of the area as fast as he could, the hallway behind him shutting as metal doors shut to keep him contained, but he was too fast.
He slowed down to catch his breath panting heavily before the sound of a snarl was heard and jumped out of the way, white where he once was. The wolf snarled at him, muscles tense as they circled around one another, eyeing each other.
"Is that a green cheetah?" A masculine voice questioned, causing his head to turn to face the figure briefly before the animal attacked, pouncing on the spotted creature before changing into a ferret and scurrying away, then into a dark green wolf and sprinted off, not paying attention to the figure that said that. He needed to leave and call the Titans.
A yelp escaped from him as he was sent to the ground, a figure knocking him down and pinning him, trying to wrestle out of the hold and growled.
"Guys, I found the intruder!" The voice somewhere above him yelled, feeling a faint breeze, a familiar breeze actually. The person that spoke paused, but he could not see him, "Well actually Superboy found him first, but I helped."
Wait what? Superboy?
Who was that?
He stopped wrestling with the person and looked up, seeing black and red lines, though it connected to curve in the middle of the pentagon.
No mistaking it. Superman's symbol.
Blue eyes gazed down at the green animal, or what he perceived as an animal. There was no way it was natural.
Animals weren't green, and they don't change into other animals.
A Green Martian maybe? But why was it here? His brows furrowed, the creases between the thick sharp arches forming, the creature just looking at him.
No, not at him.
The symbol.
He felt the animal change, the fur reclining and the body getting smaller and thinner, hands instead of paws, ears bare and pointed before looking down at the humanoid figure.
"Who are you?" He asked gruffly, the boys eyes snapping up at him, wide and confusion lacing in the large green eyes. His eyes narrowed. "I asked you a question."
The boy's gaze didn't linger, instead looking at the symbol before shifting and his grip on the boy tightening pulling him up, the others having joined him after Kid Flash rounded them up, Wolf joining him, though was wary of the intruder.
He couldn't stop staring. It was right there, and nothing came out, him mind just racing.
Superboy.
He was shaken, causing him to look up at the taller boy before a frown came onto his green face, a lower canine jutting out from his mouth before shifting, "What?" He asked the other, not having caught the question.
"Who are you?" The boy, no older than sixteen said slowly, hearing the other's patience wear thin.
His ear twitched before looking around at the motley crew of people. There was a tall dark skinned boy, short cut blonde hair and gills? There was the Atlantean insignia on his belt. But how?
His vision cut to the green skinned girl -like him he added in his head- hair a copper like color as was her eyes, freckles dotting her cheeks before looking at her outfit, which again threw him off. That looked like something off of Martian Manhunter.
Again he looked over and was blasted back by the familiarity of the short figure, one that seemed to be his height.
"R-Robin?" He asked, his voice croaking as he stared at the boy, younger than what he'd imagine, but at the same time was taken back, "What are you doing here?" He asked him, feeling panic build up inside of him.
The boy looked at him like he'd never seem him before, eyeing him wearily, "Excuse me?" He asked confused, though his voice wasn't the same. "Who are you?"
"What do you mean 'who am I'?" He asked, not believing his ears, "It's me! Beast Boy! You're our lea-"He stopped short, looking at the familiar yet also not familiar as he gazed at him once again. The outfit was all wrong. There was no green. Instead of green there was black, and the red was more subdued. Realization hit him. "You're not…"He trailed off before his face changed from shock to silent fury.
In an instant his body shrunk down to that of a falcon and let out a screech before flying off, not wanting to stick around any longer.
He wasn't Robin. He heard them a second later as he beat his feathered wings fast, dodging the whips of water that was shot at him and the dark haired strong boy's hands and other obstacles.
Where was he? Where were the Titans?
He shifted once more back into his old self when he rounded the corner and started sprinting, hastily pulling up the communicator and flipped it open seeing a static filled screen but pressed the button. If Cyborg could have sent a message when Brother Blood jammed most of the signal, then he could too. "Titans! It's Beast Boy! I'm in deep trouble!" He said quickly, looking back and seeing something zip past in a blur of yellow and red.
Yellow and red. Oh no.
"Quick!" He pleaded before snapping it shut and putting it on the bulky belt, staring at the person in front of him now blocking his path, his breath hitching once again.
Kid Flash.
He felt like he couldn't breathe again but forced himself to, looking around as he was surrounded by the people from before.
What was going on?