Hey peoples. All right, I really wanted to start posting this story when I was finished with my other story that I'm working on right now, but I just couldn't wait. No, the story that I'm still working on has nothing to do with this story, just to let you know. All right, so, without any further ado, here's my story! Hope y'all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Intro

Gotham City

Mar'i fell flat on her butt when Gary pushed her. She looked up at the brown spiky-haired punk and watched as he dumped all her belongings out of her black and red 'Linkin Park' labeled backpack and let them soak in the wet mud puddle in front of them.

"Stop it Gary! Stop!" Mar'i pleaded getting up from the ground and trying to retrieve her backpack. Gary laughed evilly, pushing Mar'i back to the ground. He slammed her backpack in front of her and stepped on it, his black Vans crushing the empty backpack.

Gary kicked it to the side, letting it land in another mud puddle as he looked down at Mar'i. His hands were shoved into his baggy army pants when he bent down and brought his face closer to hers. He gave Mar'i a crooked smile, his yellow teeth sticking from different directions.

Mar'i backed away slowly while glaring at him furiously with her light-green eyes.

"Ooh, the scary eyes." Gary taunted. He moved closer to Mar'i and placed his left hand on her cheek rubbing it with his thumb. "Did anyone ever tell you you're really sexy when you look like that?"

Mar'i pushed Gary's hand away from her face. She looked serious and bold but felt weak in the stomach. Gary always made her feel that way.

"Come on Mar'i, stop playing hard to get," Gary grinned pressing his lips against her ear and whispering softly as though he were trying to turn her on. "You know you want me."

Mar'i groaned miserably. She felt like she was going to puke.

"In your dreams." Mar'i spat.

Gary moved his face away from Mar'i's and glared at her offended. Mar'i gulped.

'Bad move Mar'i.'

Gary raised his fist and punched his right fist into his left hand giving Mar'i a sign on what he was going to do to her.

'Very. Bad. Move.'

Tamaran

"And the winner and new champion, and only on her fifteenth Starday, (Teen Titans Go! Comic #2) princess Kariand'r!"

Everyone cheered and hollered as Kariand'r stood in a heroic pose looking down at her loyal worshipers. She gave them all a smile and shot her fist in the air yelling out, 'YAH!' at the top of her lungs enjoying the glorious reward of applauding.

"Please, please my fellow subjects," She said braggingly feeling ten feet tall. "There's plenty of Kariand'r to go along."

"All right, all right people. Give the lady some room." A little puckish teenaged Tamaranian male ordered spreading his arms out guarding Kariand'r.

"Um, do I know you?" Kariand'r asked.

"Oh, hey. Kroger's my name. (Sorry Chad Kroger fans. His last name just sounds kinda out of this world to me. Plus, I couldn't think of a weird alien like name) I was wondering, you know, after seeing you kick butt back their, if you might want a manager if you plan on keeping your title as 'Queen of the Battle Arena'?"

"Kariand'r Grayson!"

Kariand'r flinched. There was only one voice in the entire planet that made her heart accelerate and courage melt and that was—

"Kariand'r Grayson, get your little butt over here this instant or I will have to ground you!"

Her mother.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Kariand'r grumbled.

"Ooh, looks like our little champion still listens to her K'norfka." A preppy Tamaranian about three years older than Kariand'r teased. Everyone then started to yell out fits of laughter while Kariand'r hovered towards her mother, her skin going from orange to red with unconsumed embarrassment.

'Perfect timing mother. Really, what would I do without you?'

Kariand'r looked back and saw all the Tamaranians that were just cheering for her now pointing and laughing at her.

Kariand'r glared at her mother with her light-blue eyes behind her back.

'We can cross being the toughest, coolest, youngest Tamaranian to ever win a tournament in the Battle Arena off the list.'

Jump City

The alarms screamed through-out the whole jewelry store when the robber tripped it. He quickly ran out of the jewelry store, crashing out through the front window and running down that alley before the police came.

He heard the sirens go off and saw the red and blue lights of police cars pass by as he pressed his body hard against the brick wall of the dark alley. He watched as the policemen went inside the building and started searching it.

The robber smiled to himself and quickly and quietly ran off with a huge sack of diamonds and rubies. He laughed victoriously shaking the sack hearing the wondrous sound of his prizes jingling loudly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't you crooks ever learn?"

The robber turned quickly and saw what looked like a small twelve-year-old boy. He was in the shadows, standing akimbo so the robber couldn't really make heads or tails of what this kid looked like.

"Hey kid, isn't it like, way past your bedtime?" The robber asked.

The twelve-year-old boy gave the robber a death glare. "Haha. Wise crack old man." He said faking a laugh while walking towards the robber. "All right, now I'm gonna ask you nicely; hand over the jewels and no one gets hurt."

The robber laughed. "Yeah right. Stick to robbing candy shops and toy stores junior."

The ten-year-old gave the robber a death glare. "I don't think you know who you're standing up to old man."

"I don't think you know either kid. I can wipe the floor with you in less than three seconds." The robber spat to the young boy.

"Is that a fact?"

"Yeah. Come on, you want me to prove it to you?" The robber asked setting down the bag of jewels and raising his fist up ready to fight.

The young boy smirked. "With pleasure."

The robber gasped in shock when he saw what came from behind the young boys back. He thought he was seeing things but realized he wasn't when the boy stepped from out of the shadows. He had long and sharp scythe-like wings that shone in the light of the street lights behind them and penetrating knife-like claws.

The robber backed away slowly, his body quivering with fear.

"W-what are you?"

The boy gave him an evil grin and a low, sinister laugh. "You're worst nightmare."

The robber then decided to run; run as far away as he could from this demon-like child, but when the thought of running off like a coward struck his mind, the young boy grabbed a hold of the robber with his dagger-like claws and dragged him into the bleak shadows of the dark alley.

The robber gave out a torturing scream.

Azarath

Shadow gasped, his dark green eyes shooting open.

"Shadow, are you all right?" A rather old women—about in her late sixties—asked while petting one of her white doves.

"Grandma! Where's mother?" Shadow cried, his breath accelerating and his pale colored face beating with sweat.

"She's inside the castle." She told him. "Are you all right hon?" She asked noticing the daunting look in her grandsons' eyes.

Shadow didn't answer. He quickly clasped his hands pale hands together and chanted briskly blaringly while shutting his eyes tightly.

"Azarath! Metrion! Zinthos!"

A glowing black orb quickly surrounded Shadow and closed teleporting him to his destination leaving his grandmother standing their dumbfounded, still petting her white dove.

The middle aged grandmother sighed, shaking her head slowly. "He's sensed him again."

Well, there was the first chapter. I hope you liked it. I'll be posting the next chapter as soon as I can. Catch ya later!