A New Guardian
A Teen Titans FanFiction by drsonicfan
Opening Notes: I am drsonicfan, I have considered making a FanFic for a while, now I have the opportunity, this story will be a combination of the Teen Titans and my own created hero (you'll find out his name soon, no prize for guessing it before the reveal). I'll try my best not to make it too generic. I will be glad to take any reviews and helpful hints to make the story better. Thank you for taking your time to read this, I am grateful.
Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own The Teen Titans or any DC characters, but my own hero belongs to me.
Chapter 1: Realisation
The city of Glasgow isn't anything special, not much to see. Unless, you happen to be a big football fan. The city was two-faced in it's own right: you had the nice city centre where it was usually clean, then the rest of the city were it was usually either dirty, or a good place for neds to hang out. Luckily for Dennis Roberts, he was in the city centre. It was an early Tuesday morning in March, he just got in from the cold (it never got warm) after climbing up the hill from the incredibly small Chinatown area in which his mum parked because construction was going on in the building next to school, and the builders used the school's car park for barracks. He went to go to his locker area. St. John Ogilvie College was a private school founded in 1865 by a group of Jesuit priests, the school has a proud history and he liked it here. It was the only school he ever went to, not to mention he was Catholic.
After climbing the small spiral stairs, he opened the door and he was moved through the wave of myrtle green blazers and white shirts. He finally reached his locker with a few of his friends standing there, he acknowledged them with a simple smile and a tired, "Aw'right?"
The furthest away one, Dan, replied "Fine... we have our meditation today in the chapel don't we?" He then questioned to the only one of the group who gave a shit in religion.
Instead from Dennis, he got his reply from the blond haired Jason, "Are you fuckin' retarded?! Of course, we do you fuckin' tool. This is what happens when you eat too much Chinese ya twat!" Jason felt proud of every comment he did and always thought he won every argument.
To his surprise, Dan didn't reply with another comment, but rammed him into the locker next to Dennis, who didn't even flinch. Dan hated any racist comment thrown at him since a majority of all people in the school had white skin, Dan may have been from Manchester, but he was of Asian descent. He held Jason by one hand and without a second thought he swung a fist at him.
Expecting the worst, Jason, scared shitless, waited for the punch, for some reason, it never came. Dan's fist was locked in the hand of Dennis. Both had shocked expressions, since Dennis never turned round. He still looked away from them. "He ain't worth Dan. Besides, I'm tired, got barely any sleep last night, and can we ever go through a day without any of us arguing?"
He released Dan's hand, which just flopped to his side. The only one who had not said anything yet, Italian-born Narciso laughed, "You start half the arguments with your bullshit, like the Wii is better than the Xbox and PS3!" To which, Dennis finally woke up and turned round and laughed.
The bell finally rang for registration form class. Saved by the bell thought Dennis, as he looked over at Jason and Dan's confused faces.
Usually the would go to class to be registered, but since their form teacher they had was a passionate Catholic and a teacher of R.E, they had to go to meditation. To Dennis, meditation seemed pointless (even if he was Catholic) as he was told to close his eyes and clear his mind. The sooner he did this, the sooner this would be done. He waited for the bloody woman to stop saying, "Clear your mind, embrace God within you." Three minutes went by with nothing happening, but still persisted to keep looking into the abyss of darkness inside his eyes. He then saw something, it was blue. The sort of blue you get when you clash light and dark blue together.
Then he saw everything in blue, he saw every person, but they were dark blue with a hint of lighter blue inside them. He was able to see the entire room, even himself. He wasn't like everyone else. He saw light blue all-around him, with blue getting drawn towards the person with light blue.
He tried to move but could not, he was not part of himself. It felt weird , but strangely exciting, this never happened before. He wanted to see more. He tried to focus further, then fading in was all these other blues. The dark blues of people moving around kept inside by the darkest blue in the shape of main building of the school campus. He went in to different classrooms and looked around them, seeing what was going on, he could hear everything. From breathes to the tweaks of the computer turning on, he was just waiting now to be found... but he never was.
This was astounding, but not fulfilling, he wanted to see more. He went up and up expecting to clash with into the extremely dark blue at the top. Then the chasm of the dark quickly changed to light blue with the dark blue at the bottom. He looked around, it was a sight to behold.
The light blue at the top, stood out from the dark blue at the bottom. It seemed like an abyss of blue at the bottom, he could see people's brightness from here inside the school campus on the tiny hill, to the mountain-hills only a journey away. Dennis could not believe it, he was asking himself a bunch of question: what is this? How am I doing this? Can anyone else do this? That question gave him an idea. He tried and looked for someone like him.
To his disappointment there was nobody.
People were usually pretty dark, there was the surprise of a few lighter blues appearing, but whenever he went to check his own. No-one even compared to his brightness of his own.
Dennis believed he was different from other people in this world, but to this extent? He never even dreamed that he was like this.
He went back inside the main school building and looked at himself for a while. Another questions, popped into his mind after he could find no-one else like him: Was he, what heroes seemed to be called, a metahuman!?
A sharp bell noise sounded and he went forward back into himself to see if he would wake up, he instantly opened his eyes, as his form teacher on how behaved they were and that they were a joy to have.
Dennis could tell he was drawing a shocked expression on his face, he could not comprehend what just happened. He slowly picked up his books and was getting up even slower, he was taken by surprise when Dan came up to him, "Dennis, you OK? Do you need to go to the nurse?"
He could see Dan was trying to be helpful, and he didn't want to seem rude, so he smiled a little and with a quiet reply, "Aye, I'm fine. I just don't feel well from last night."
"Do you need to go to the nurse?" said Dan trying to be helpful to his friend, who was pale, paler than usual.
Going along with his lie, he walked through the swarm of people getting to their first class and talked louder through the swarm of myrtle green, before going their separate ways, " I'll see what I'm like after the first two periods. Talk to you at break." His first two periods were history and computing, he loved these classes.
"Hopefully I'll have some time to myself to figure out what the fuck just went on." Luckily he finished his mumble before he got into history, he just played by the rules. He took his seat next to his other friend Donald, and sitting in front of them was another friend Johnny. "Lads... I see you have your iPhone out again Donald, who are you listening to this time: Cannibal Corpse, Suicide Silence, Slipknot?" After seeing his friend's headphones, the metal-head would be set for the lesson. Johnny would get down to work and this gave Dennis the perfect time to think about what happened.
He mumbled to himself "Who are you, Dennis Roberts?"
He finished up his report, as usual at late hours of the night . Another day, another idiot thinking he can outsmart this group. His group.
He let out a sigh. Life was now getting a bit repetitive for himself, he wanted the world rid of all them,the criminals that threaten society. "OK Dick, time to get some sleep." He said to himself staring at the computer screen, as he turned to turn on the security system of the Tower.
Dick Grayson was 16 years old. 3 years back he helped found the team today known as the Teen Titans. With the help of Victor Stone, Raven Roth, Koriand'r, and Garfield Logan.
Trained under Bruce Wayne and later the True Master. He was Robin. The acrobatic Kung-fu teen that everyone around the world knew as the leader of the Titans. The team first had five members at first but they grew and grew and now there were countless amounts all over the globe. And tomorrow they will all be in this building.
He had the idea that all Titans should meet up once a month to talk mainly over what they have done: who they have stopped, any Intel on terrorist organisations or gangs etc.
But they all knew it was any excuse for the Titans to just have a day where they could hang out, and be regular teenagers.
Robin liked the idea and so did everyone, even his mentor approved of it, not telling him about what they really did. But he didn't need to tell him, he knew. He is the goddam Batman.
Even though he liked talking to all the Titans and seeing them, he felt unfulfilled. No Titan has had a challenge since the Brotherhood of Evil was stopped a few months back and the new addition of more Titans made sure there would not be for a while.
After going up the elevator and waling along the familiar corridor, he went into the third one on the right. Entering his room he looked at all the pictures and newspaper cut-outs around the room. They were all about their victories and pictures with him and his team. Though a majority of pictures were of his girlfriend, Starfire. The newspaper cut-outs brought back memories when they had a challenger strong enough to stand up to the Titans.
Sometimes he wish he could even fight Slade again. Even though two of Slade's children are Titans. But they probably hate him more than he does.
"I just want another good fight." He told himself, taking off his mask. Even if he died in this fight, he would feel satisfied. He just wanted fight, that was pretty much all he knew to do other than being a leader and an acrobat.
One opponent to stand up to them.
Dennis went through both lesson and break without knowing what happened. He didn't even pay attention in both classes, but somehow all the knowledge about the U.S immigration problem in the 1920's and the teaching of what networks are stayed in his head.
The strange thing was that, he now felt that he knew everything about them. Even the stuff that was not taught in class. He felt he knew them like the back of his hand and knew it for years.
Midway through French he wanted to know that what he experienced this morning was real. Still looking pale as this morning, he knew he would be allowed to go to the toilets due to the fact that he looked ill. He raised his hand, "Mr. Tyler, est-ce que je peux aller à la toilette, s'il vous plaît?"
"Oui, do you need to go to the nurse's office?" Mr. Tyler asked to one of his star students.
"No thank you, I feel that I might throw up, and the toilets here are closer than walking to the building across the street." He nodded in agreement and Dennis nodded over to Dan and Donald at the front of the class then to Jason at the back (none of his other friends took French). He then walked out of the classroom and down three floors of stairs and then went into the toilets near the hall used for: year assemblies, plays, concerts, and P.E.
He closed the door of the cubicle he was in. And held his head in his hands. "What the fuck happened to me earlier?" He wanted for that to happen again, he wanted to see the blue which he saw. So, in effort to do what he did earlier, he closed his eyes in hope of seeing what he did before.
Five minutes went by and nothing happened, he concentrated as hard as he could, no-one else came into the toilets. He cleared his mind of everything. But, no.
He just couldn't, "Why can't I do it again? What was that anyway? ….Forget it Dennis, you probably fell asleep in the meditation. It just seemed so...peaceful. If only I could do it..." he took his hands from his head and kept them in the same position as they were.
But, he felt something run through him.
He kept his hands in the same position. The thing he saw next was ungodly to him.
The same light blue he saw around himself was slowly but steadily appearing in a sort of spherical shape in his hands, "OH...MY...GOD!" Dennis did it. This could not have been a dream. He was witnessing this right in front of his eyes. He stood up from the toilet seat still awestruck on what he was doing.
"I did it, I've done it, ya beaut..." he jerked forward with his hands, but that launched the sphere like a missile out of his hands and into the cubicle door in-front of him. It exploded with the blue energy around it.
The went flying forward into tiny pieces as it went all over the room. "Shit." This was all he could utter as he held out his hand as he saw his school life, his friends gone out the window in a second.
But, again to his surprise. He saw all the little pieces that was a door, become highlighted in the same light blue energy that he saw also on his hand. His hand looked like it was on fire as the blue energy, but luckily it didn't hurt him. His hand just felt warmer. Though none of the little pieces seemed on fire. Wondering what to do with them. He raised his hand, in doing so he also raised the pieces which moved at the exact same time as his hand did. More curious, he closed his fist, and the pieces started coming together.
Piece-by-piece joined together like a jigsaw. The puzzle began revealing itself, to the door began to reassemble pretty quickly. And in less than five seconds flat the door was rebuilt, and it looked brand new. He stepped outside the cubicle, and motioned his hand over to where the door used to be.
When he got it exactly where it was. He used his free hand and concentrated to get the blue flame as his right hand had. When it came, he pointed it at the door hinges. Which were curved over from losing the rest over the door, he thought about swaying his fist over to the right, when he did he happened to fix the door hinges into their original position, he then his fists together and the hinges and the door connected with each other.
He stopped concentrating and the blue energy left his hands and instantly the door and the hinges, and the door went stayed their. It looked brand new.
Dennis smiled on what he had done then realised he just missed about ten minutes of class. He ran out of the toilets keeping the smile on his face.
He was more than human, he realised that. "Thank you God."
The rest of the day went by quickly, somehow keeping that smile. Even with his friends laughing and taking the piss out of him. He simply did not care. He was in his mum's Chrysler driving home with his youngest brother, Joseph, his only sister, Orla and his mum, Bridget.
Dennis was thinking to himself in the middle of the car whilst Joseph was half-killing himself as Orla put on the One Direction CD which she idolised. Although Dennis couldn't see why Joseph was complaining, Joseph was far more annoying than Orla and the worst bit about him was that Joseph was a huge fan of Justin Beiber. Not to mention he shared a room with Joe and he had posters of Beiber in his half of the room. But, this wasn't what he was thinking.
Should he tell his parents? That was going through of his mind. Should he show them what he could do. It was getting to him. Did he want to risk putting them in any danger if the wrong people found he had a metahuman ability. Well? "What should I do?" he whispered.
He got home and did his homework in less than a hour. That was the perk of using a laptop instead of paper & pencil. He could type way faster than writing, it cost him time in exams and the fact he could use a laptop other than meant that he could never miss any notes. But that didn't really matter. It was only five o'clock. That still gave him a few hours to think about what happened earlier today.
Dennis thought back to when he turned 13. This was when he started to change, but really slowly. At 13 he realised he remembered every conversation he ever had and every little detail. At 14 he could remember every day that he lived through since he turned that age. He could even remember turning to stone, and a blood red sky appeared with demons made of fire appearing. At 15 he learned nearly everything instantly when it was said or seen, and somehow learnt everything about the topic been spoken about. Like if someone started talking to him about the start of a film they saw, he would instantly know about the entire film, even though he never saw it.
He was changing, but into what? This wasn't him just going through puberty, because no ordinary human being ever went through this. True, he was never completely normal, like most people to stay popular they would lie about one thing that they say they like which they actually hate, but Dennis. When he said he hated something, he hated it. He told his truth about everything: music, films, books, games etc. So why should this be any different? His parents needed to know. If he kept as a secret they would find out anyway, it is inevitable.
He made up his mind.
Joseph and Orla were in bed. Dennis was pacing up and down, and weaving his hand over his jet black hair outside of the front room where his parents and his elder brother, Daniel and younger brother, Stephen were watching the TV soap Coronation Street.
"Here goes nothing." Dennis walked into the room with only his mum, Bridget recognising his existence in the room.
"Hi Denny, something wrong?" she saw the expression of his face, he had news to tell. Not good.
"I need to show you something outside. All of you."
"What is it. What is it that you done?" asked Dennis' dad, Gerry. Finally noticing Dennis, Daniel and Stephen turned their heads, smiling. They liked enjoying seeing their brothers misery.
"Something important. You all need to see."
"Fine. Daniel pause the TV. If you have done anything I see as..."
"Nothing like that. Well are you coming or not?"
"Let us get up first." Spoke the smart Daniel. Clearly tired after all the studying for his higher exams which were coming up.
They followed him outside and almost instantly regretted the decision. Glasgow, Scotland during nine o'clock at night in a month that was particularly cold, was not a great place to stand outside.
"Hurry up and show us what you've done, we are freezing to death over here." shouted Stephen impatiently. He was nudged by his dad, meaning that he should stop before he went further.
Dennis then leaned back, put his hands in the same position as he did in the toilet cubicle, but his arms were behind the rest of his body, closer to the rest of his family than any other bit of his body. They looked at him like he was a man that just escaped from a mental hospital. Dennis quickly felt the same energy flow through him that he felt earlier.
The blue sphere appeared again, taking everyone except Dennis by complete shock. He wanted to stop the sphere before it got to big, and he concentrated to stop making it grow bigger, and he felt the ball no longer growing. He aimed it at the door at the back of the tiny garden. He launched it like he did with the bigger sphere he made earlier and it hit the door with a little less effect than the one created earlier. The door broke into pieces but the pieces were bigger than the ones in the toilets.
He then did the same procedure as earlier. With picking up the pieces and the fixing of the door hinge to fix the door. "Follow me inside." He ordered his gob-smacked family.
In the kitchen, he turned on the kettle to make tea, which he was addicted to. "I guess you all want to know what the hell just happened. Am I right?"
"YES!" They all replied in unison.
He turned on the radio in the kitchen so he could feel more relaxed. "For the past few years I have been changing and I haven't told you about it. At 13, I realised I remembered every conversation I've ever had and every little detail. At 14, I could remember every day that I lived through since he turned that age. And at 15, I learned nearly everything instantly when it was said or seen, and somehow learnt everything about the topic been spoken about. Like if someone started talking to me about a tiny bit about a video they saw on YouTube, I would know every little detail he told me and the rest of the video without him telling me."
"So why is this happening?" Gerry asked.
"I don't know, DNA in the family? Maybe one of our ancestors were the same as me."
"What did you do anyway. What was that?"
"I researched with my laptop to see what it was, I searched in "person's and other's own energy" and the answer I got was "Aura."
"Aura?"
"Aye, aura. I sort of released my own energy. You see earlier today during meditation at form class. I saw me but I was outside myself and I was light blue, whilst others were a dark blue. I tried to see what I did when I went to the toilets in school and the same thing you saw out there happened to me in there."
"Why you?"
"How do you think I know that?" he replied pouring his tea, getting ready to pour in the milk and three sugars, he had a sweet tooth.
"That is so unfair, you get fuckin' superpowers whilst we have to sit on our arses and look at you like a God."
"How many times do I have to tell you Stephen, watch your language!" he glared at him like he could cause his head to explode.
"Leave him alone Gerry. So what are you going to do with that aura you have." his mum asked gently.
Dennis was about to reply, then a particular news story made him listen to the radio, "In other news, armed robbery was stopped in Jump City by the famous superhero group "The Teen Titans" etc..."
They slowly looked at Dennis who was in thought, he wanted to help people all over the world in anyway he could. A servant if you will, but this...
Dennis looked at his family and cleared his throat then spoke, "I think there is only one way these powers can become useful. I will use them for the purpose of helping this world, and becoming a servant for those who live this life in fear. I will fight for the Greater Good."
Around two o'clock in Jump City the meeting had finished and in the main lobby. Everyone was talking to one another, drinking or eating food, or bragging about how great they were.
This wasn't any business meeting, but a meeting of an entire generation of superheroes. They were a family, and by far the weirdest and the most well-known. Every colour was on at least one of them. And every metahuman ability nameable was on at least one person of this group.
Some could control water and another could shoot lasers from his eyes. But that is why they stood out. The Teen Titans were the superhero group which saved the world countless times from everything. A little less known than the Justice League but able to hold their own fine against them.
They may be metahumans, but they were normal teenagers inside. Similar thoughts, similar habits, they could pass of as normal humans if they disguised themselves.
One of the Titans, Dick Grayson, the overall Titan Leader. Was wide awake even though and enjoying his conversation with fellow Titans, Isaiah Crockett and Roy Harper. Or Joto/Hotspot and Speedy.
"Hey how's things with Starfire? Are you abusing her body like mad?" Asked the very cocky but in no way hurtful Speedy.
"Shut up." Robin laughed with one of his best friends
"Yeah Dick tell us? 'Cause if you ain't happy with her, I now a bunch of people including yours truly who loved to satisfy her." Said Hotspot playing along with Speedy's act.
"Seriously, we are going OK, I guess. Though, right now has been an easy time for all of us. I'm just afraid I might get caught in work again and take my anger out on her. And stop calling me Dick, call me Richard." Robin said in a half-serious, half-humerous way.
"I get what you mean, us newcomers barely have had any fun." Said the tall muscular figure of what everyone calls Superboy, but they knew him as Conner Kent.
As if his wish was answered, the alarm went off. Signalling that someone in the city was causing violence. Robin went to the main computer and saw where the alarm was coming on the map of the city. When he found the place. He saw two dozen men armed with M4 Carbines, PPK Walther pistols, or in replacement of the assault rifle, a AK 47U sub-machine gun. The men locked down the bank tight and held hostages, threatening them with death if they didn't shut up.
Looking up from the monitor, Robin turned round, seeing everyone was asking to start a fight. He smiled in agreement then nodded to all of them, "We all know what to do. TITANS GO!"
Closing Notes- OK. This probably isn't the best piece of work you've ever read. If you want to leave a review of this chapter then go ahead and I'll improve on my work. Don't worry, I plan to give the Titans more screen time and I am working on chapter 2 as we speak. Thanks for reading and I hope to see you in the not too distant future.