Wow! Out of all the stories on this site, you chose mine? I feel so special. Hopefully, you didn't leave this story right after reading that. Well, if your still here, this is my own take on the origin of the Teen Titans. I've always found their origin to be rushed, both in the comic and the cartoon, so I decided to expand upon it. I hope you find it to be a good expansion. I don't own Teen Titans because DC Comics does, and I hope you enjoy my story. Be sure to tell me what you think of it in the reviews.

Chapter 1: The Beginning Begins

"Are you sure there is no other way?"

"There is not, dear child. You of all living things know that the way to victory has no alternate paths. You have foreseen it yourself."

"We could fight back if we really wanted to. Together, we could destroy him once and for all."

"You know the monks. They believe that violence only begets more violence. They obtain peace, but only for themselves. They would never assist."

"It's foolish to just stand idle and watch as everything around them becomes rubble."

"That is why you must go through with what destiny has set forth. All of the dreams you told me about in the past. They were hardly mere dreams. They were premonitions of events to come. You cannot do this alone. The four warriors you spoke about. They will be your strongest allies. You just have to trust them."

"...Where will I find them?"

"The planet known as Earth."

"I'll miss you, mother."

"As will I, dear Raven."

Billions of miles away from Earth. It's dark, cold, and filled with millions of bright spheres made up of hydrogen and helium, which have been given the name ''stars''. We are not alone. Nearby, a ship drifts slowly among the stars.

Q'ST'R is the name given to the slave ship that holds many strange beings from many strange planets captive. It is run by an alien race known as the Gordanians. They are large, reptilian-like creatures with long tails, sharp claws, spikes protruding from their shoulders, and golden-yellow armor. Despite the many Gordanians and other aliens among the spacecraft, only one will be of importance at this moment.

We are taken inside Q'ST'R, where we see a Gordanian walking down a long and massive in size hall of containment cells, each containing a strange-looking alien lifeform with a guard standing in front of each of them. Shouting and banging can be heard from the end of the hall. This grows louder as the Gordanian makes his (or it's) way towards the commotion. He approaches two guards guarding a large steel door from which all the noise is coming from. They hold long golden spears in their scaly hands.

NOTE: The following is an English translation of Gordanian language.

"Has the prisoner seized her resistance?" asks the Gordanian.

More female shouting comes from behind the door, and it is preceded by loud banging at the steel. A small digital screen on the door reads: K-5891.

"What do you think?" one of the guards asks.

"The prisoner has been causing all this commotion since the moment we left Tamaran." the other guard explains.

"It's wasting its energy on pointless anger and useless violence" the first Gordanian claims as he turns his eyes towards the steel door. "We can't have her trying to resist being apart of our little experiment, can we?"

More banging and shouting is emitted from behind the door.

"What a vile choice of vocabulary coming from royalty." says Guard #2.

The Gordanian (and second in command of the ship) replies, "She may say what she wishes, but nothing she says will make us change our minds about going through with our plans. Commander Trogaar wants a one-man-army, and that is he is going to get." Behind the door, there is heavy panting and then silence. "Now I would say that our prisoner has gotten all of that nonsense out of it's system." he says as he turns to leave. "Call in assistance. Tamaranians are born warriors. You are going to need all of the assistance you can obtain." Guard #1 gulps. "Trogaar must be pleased with our results. Any alternative outcome is not an option." He takes a deep breath. "All right... let the procedure commence."

[For a better reading experience, listen to "I Get Around" by The Beach Boys for the first two paragraphs.]

Jump City. Earth. A light foggy day. This is a pretty good description of the setting of this second chapter if I do say so myself. A big white bridge connects the city to the rest of the world, and this is where we see a young man riding a red motorcycle towards Jump.

The young man is most likely in his college years. He's wearing a black leather jacket, red shirt, dark blue jeans, and a black motorcycle helmet with a design of a red flaming robin on top. He reaches the end of the bridge and takes an exit on the freeway. He drives down many streets and turns around many corners until he drives into a small building with a sign that reads: Geoff's Garage: Auto Repair Service (Satisfaction Guaranteed).

The boy takes off his helmet to reveal his spiky black hair and to put on a pair of sunglasses, despite the fact that he's inside on a foggy day. He scans the garage for Geoff, the owner of the establishment. Once he's found, the boy calls out for him.

"Hey, Geoff!" the young man exclaims. "I could use you over here!" To put it shortly, Geoff looks like Danny Trejo (If you don't know who he is, look him up.). He's in the corner, leaning back in a wooden chair and watching a football game on a small tv when he's called out by the young man. He nearly falls off his chair as he gets up to go towards the boy.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite customer, Richie Grayson!" Geoff yells out.

"Just Richard, Geoff." Richard Grayson says back.

"Well, what brings you back to Jump, eh? How's that transmission for your ol' bike runnin'?"

"Oh, it was running... until the gears decided to go their separate ways two days after I got it!"

"R-Really? Uhh..." Geoff takes out a handkerchief from his shirt pocket and wipes his forehead. "...wow! I'm sorry to hear that, Richie."

"Whatever happened to 'Satisfaction Guaranteed'?" Richard questions.

"I really need to take that sign down." Geoff whispers.

"What was that?"

"I-uh-duh-um... I said... uh.. so how's life treatin' ya back at Gotham?" Geoff asks as he walks toward a rusty old 60s Camaro as Richard follows.

"Was treating me. I decided there wasn't much in Gotham for me, so I've been travelling around, looking for a place to settle down, you know? Anyway, I came here to give you one last chance. There's som-"

"Could ya hand me that wrench right next to ya?"

"Uh, yeah. Here. There's something wrong with my bike again. It keeps-"

"uhh...that jack over there?"

"Here ya are. Uh, it keeps making all kinds of strange noises. This is your chance to redeem yourself after that transmi-"

"Uhh... sandwich, please?"

Grayson picks up a semi-moldy egg salad sandwich and hands it to Geoff. "No foul-ups this time."

Geoff gets out from under the car and takes a bite out of the sandwich. "Don't worry, Richie! I got this! Probably a loose gear or clogged up oil tank or somethin' like that. Satisfaction is one hundred percent guaranteed. Eh, but I do expect to be paid up front."

"I figured," Richard says as he pulls out his wallet and hands Geoff a fat stack of bills. "but I expect my bike to be strange-noise free by tomorrow morning, got it?"

Geoff is walking back to his tv and chair as he says, "Huh? Oh, yeah. For sure! You can count on me!" Richard grabs his duffel bag off of his bike, and as he leaves, an angry man passes him and starts to yell at Geoff.

"Hey, Geoff!" the angry man yells. "Where the heck's my car?"

Geoff is startled and nearly falls off of his chair as he gets up. "Oh, uh,.. hey! If it isn't my favorite custome-"

"Don't give me any of that bullcrap, Geoff! You said I'd be fixed by this afternoon!"

"Well, uhh... ya see..."

End of Chapter 1