A/N: Hey all! So for those of you who've read my previous Injustice story (The Bat and the Eagle), this is a prequel of sorts. The comics haven't quite stated how the the Teen Titans died, so I decided to do it myself! With that, here is the first chapter of Injustice: Titanomachy!

Titanomachy (n.) – In Greek mythology, the war between the Titans and the Olympian Gods.

Superman looked over the frozen tundra stretching past his Fortress of Solitude, now the headquarters of his new One Earth government. His eyes saw no snow and ice, however; with superhuman vision, his cold, blue Kryptonian eyes scanned the entire planet that was effectively his. There was still resistance to his ascension to High Councilor (a much friendlier alternative to "king" or "dictator", he reasoned), yet many opposers had either seen the light, or been re-educated within the Phantom Zone. The Justice League was no more, split between One Earth and Batman's ragtag group of insurgents and guerrillas. The thought of his best friend's betrayal and shunning of him made Superman set his jaw in indignation. No other groups stood in opposition to him: the Doom Patrol and Metal Men had been…subjugated, the Challengers of the Unknown had simply disappeared, most of the so-called "Suicide Squad" had lived up to the implication of their name and were buried in unmarked graves across what used to be the United States, the Titans…

The Titans. Nightwing and Red Robin's army of teenagers and young adults, most of which stood to oppose Superman after the death of Nightwing. Cyborg and Raven had seen the light and joined him, but so many others, unaligned with either himself or Bruce. As if on cue, Cyborg and Raven entered the balcony where Superman stood, followed by a young man in red and black armor. Superman turned to face the three guests. Cyborg and Raven had changed much since they joined: Cyborg's chassis had a sharper, fiercer look to it, more akin to the now-dead villain Shrapnel or a killer android. Raven had clearly given into the influence of her wicked father Trigon, with red skin and and glowing blue markings that were definitely not traditional tattoos. The young man had grown his hair out in the past three years, yet in the face still looked very much like his traitorous father, even sharing the man's ruthlessness towards criminals, albeit to a crueler degree. Superman couldn't decide whether he wore the title of Nightwing as a mockery or a reverence of his older brother, dead by his own hand.

"I called you all here for a special reason," Superman began. "More of our former comrades submit with each passing year, lessening the overall resistance to the One Earth government. However, one particular group refuses to yield…your former teammates in the Teen Titans. You three know them the best, so I want you to find them, wherever they are, and use any means necessary to get them to submit."

"What if they refuse?" Raven knew all three of them were thinking the same thing, and decided to say it for them.

"Then you are to eliminate them as criminals and rebels, no better than Batman's Insurgents."

"Understood, sir," Nightwing said, smiling darkly.

"Split up and find them. You know them, so figure out where they are. Dismissed." Once the three left, Superman turned back to his view, cycling through continents and cities quickly, until something caught his eye in Midwestern North America. "Found you," he murmured, and took off from the Fortress of Solitude with a sonic boom.

Superboy flew as fast as he could away from the Kent Farm as soon as he saw it. His Kryptonian DNA had really begun to kick in these past few years, and with the increase in powers came a boost in senses too. He saw Superman take off, and knew just where he was headed. In restropsect, he thought, hiding out in Smallville was a really stupid idea; why wouldn't Superman search for him here? He had to get away, find a new hiding spot, maybe on another continent or underground or in space…then his vision filled with blue and red. "Hello, my son."

"I am NOT your son, Kal!" Superboy clenched his fists at his side, futilely trying to slow down his racing pulse so Superman wouldn't know just how frightened he was.

Superman pointed to the "S" on his black t-shirt. "You wear our family's crest. You carry the last name El. My DNA made you, which is why you look just like me. Whether you like it or not, Connor, you are my son."

"Some job you've done as a parent, Dad," Connor spat the word at Superman. "Leaving me with Ma and Pa Kent here in Kansas, never checking in on me, or showing you care at all! You even tell people I'm your 'cousin Kon-El', for God's sake! What kind of father does any of that?!" Now you're ruling Earth, and it takes you three years to finally come and face me like a man?" Connor seethed just looking at the man…all he could see was himself, but older, and it made him sick. "What do you want, then? Are you here to kill me? Or maybe you're gonna exile me like you did Kara and Power Girl?"

Superman ignored the snide comment and looked Superboy straight in the eye. "I'm here to take you home, boy."

"I am home, Clark, and I like it here."

"Your place is by my side, Kon-El, as my lieutenant and eventual heir." Superman's gaze hardened. "I won't ask you again, son."

"Thanks but no thanks, Dad. You know where to shove your offer." Connor spat at the gap between the two. He went to fly past Superman, as far as fast as he could, but found that he had gone nowhere. He then felt the grip of steel tighten around his neck.

"Naughty children, even my own, will be punished." Superman hoisted the boy up even higher, gaze unwavering. "Don't make me kill another son of mine."

"Up…yours…man!" Struggling again the choking grip, Connor looked down at Superman, and unleashed the hottest, widest blast of heat vision he could muster. The ground miles below them boiled and warped, and the cornfields of Smallville burned hotly for miles. Superman swayed slightly, but his grip did not loosen. Connor blasted for what felt like an eternity, all rage and hate, not even noticing the two fingers moving toward his face until it was too late. Burning red was quickly replaced with agonizing blackness as Superman dug his fingers into the boy's eye sockets. The boys curses and pained screams tugged at the Man of Steel's heartstrings, but he could not waver now. The only family – and only son – he had left had betrayed him remorselessly, and he would not stand for it.

"You would have wanted for nothing, son," Superman said sadly. He gently placed his smoking hand on top of Superboy's head much like a caring father would…and with a mighty twist, silenced the boy's screams forever. Numbly, he took Superboy's lifeless body far above the planet and let it float towards the sun, tilting his head and giving rise to a scream in the soundless void, a scream only a grieving parent would ever know.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter! As always, drop me a review. If you wanna see a specific Teen Titan bite the dust, let me know in your review; the only off-limits Titan is Starfire. Stand by for Chapter 2, as the three former Titans go hunting!

- R.B.