AN: Disclaimer, Disciple of Revan wrote this first, visit him for the original.

Outta This World: The Call Beyond Edition

Arc One: To Be A Titan

Chapter Two: The Rabbit Hole

"Ahg." I groaned as consciousness made its slow return to me. Blue light hit my eyes as I sat up and examined my surroundings. I was in some kind of tunnel of blue light that reminded me of the hyperspace tunnels from the Star Wars movies. In the center of the tunnel was a woman in a white cloak with purple hair and a red diamond in the center of her forehead. I didn't quite recognize her, but then she spoke with a voice that only echoed inside of my mind.

"Hello Sean. I have been looking for you for quite some time." She said, a small smile on her face.

My voice felt raw as I spoke. "Who…"

"I am Arella." She introduced herself. "And I have brought you to this place in order to ask something of you."

I took a moment to process this, and then decided that it would be best if I found out what the portal-opening lady—who was the mother of Raven—wanted from me.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked her.

"I want you to find and join the Teen Titans, and then kill the demon known as Trigon." She replied, a small smile on her face. "A rather Herculean task, but one I have faith that you can accomplish."

I fell to my knees, completely and utterly astonished. "…Why me?" I whispered. "I have no combat training or experience, no knowledge of comic storylines, and everything I know about the show is…foggy at best. One of the hardcore fans would have been a better choice than I am!"

My shoulders slumped as I began to shake my head. "I would just drag them down. Get left behind. Be completely useless."

I stayed there for a moment until Arella approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder. When I looked up at her, she had the smile only a mother could give. "Is that what you were told your whole life?" She said, "I see things differently, and I say that you are more special than you know. You empathize and help others in spite—or perhaps because of—the life that you have lived and the tragedies that came with it. You are willing to go the distance for those that you care about and are willing to put the happiness of others above yourself. You have gifts that only you can have. All you have to do is try."

She stood and began to walk to the other side of the tunnel. "I have provided the key, but only you can unlock the door."

With that, I made my decision. I stood to my full height and spoke. "I'll do it. I'll kill Trigon."

Arella smiled again. "Good. Do remember to speak to Light about your powers."

"Wait a minute. Light what is she talking abou—!"

Something pulled me backwards, and my vision flashed white.

Arella stood alone in the space between spaces, a small smile on her face. At least, until a voice with a British accent spoke up.

"So, you've finally found the one, eh?" Constantine said, a cigarette stuck in the corner of his mouth.

Arella let out a disappointed sigh. "Yes. I have discovered the anomaly. Hopefully, our future will change for the better."

"Unlikely." The dabbler said.

Arella blinked and turned back to him. "You have too little faith in the boy." She reprimanded.

John Constantine shrugged. "He's not the problem."

"…Then what is?"

The Laughing Magician's stare lost all amusement.

"Several people from Earth Prime have been abducted. Including…Him."

Arella's eyes went wide, and she began a silent prayer for her daughter.

I stared at the rushing blue clouds as I fell through the tunnel of light. Speaking of which…

"Answers, Light. I need them." I said, keeping my voice as firm as possible. "No bullshit, no avoidances, and no tricks. Who and what are you?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then Light let out a sigh. "Any chance we can talk about this later—!"

"No."

"Fine." Light huffed out. "To make things simple, you are not normal. You have the gift of being able to use ninety percent of your brain compared to the regular ten percent that most other human beings use. What that entails is that you can think faster, hold more knowledge, and remember things in greater detail."

"Bull!" I replied. "I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday!"

"There's…a reason for that."

"…What aren't you telling me?"

"There may or may not be an archive hidden somewhere in your consciousness that may or may have not prevented you from remembering a TON of things." Light paused, and then spoke again. "It may or may not also hold an abundance of information."

My right eyebrow raised upwards a little. "What kind of information?"

"Knowledge of every martial art known to man, all of the military tactics used throughout the centuries, and more recently, how to use your powers."

My eyes went wide. "…Powers?"

"You remember that character that you were drawing earlier?"

"…No way."

"Yes way. I'll begin to 'download' some of the information once we reach our destination."

"Why not just do it all now?"

"Because if I did, you'd be reduced to a vegetative state." Light replied. "Because of this, we will download the information at a slow pace that you can handle without some kind of meltdown occurring."

"…Last question then." I said, looking around the tunnel of light. "How did you even get this information?"

This seemed to give Light pause. "I…don't know. It's just always been there, and I've been scouring it ever since I came into existence. What I do know is whatever caused this event 'created' me and the other emotions."

I pondered this information for a moment. "Last, last question then. Is there anything else I should know about?"

"There is one thing." Light replied. "Once the archive has been downloaded, you will be able to use it like it has been open to you for your whole life. It will become second nature, but practice is advised before you do this. We will also be able to 'mind-meld'."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Our minds will become one for a short amount of time, increasing your power exponentially. However, we must be in complete synch, otherwise you will suffer great bodily harm. It will begin to happen more naturally as more information from the archive is downloaded."

"…Well. Alright then." I said, shaking my head at all of the information being fed into my skull. "Go ahead and start downloading some of the archive. I think we might be here for a while."

"And yet your stay couldn't be shorter." A new and evil voice spoke, sending vibrations throughout the tunnel and turning the once blue light red.

I turned my head slowly and was greeted by four, menacing eyes.

"Trigon!" Light hissed, fear and anger coloring his voice.

"Indeed." He replied. "And you are the weak mortal child the woman sent to defeat me."

"W-wha…" I gathered what remained of my courage and spoke again. "What do you want, demon!?"

The demon in question let out a deep, guttural laugh that echoed in my very bones. "Ah, you have spirit. That will make breaking you entertaining. But before that…" The demon trailed off as fiery tendrils emerged from the eyes and touched my head. After that, there was only pain.

"Let me help you with that memory of yours."

Jacob let out a gasp as he shot out of the hospital bed that he did not remember going to sleep in, drenched in cold sweat and tears in his eyes. He looked around the room, perturbed by what he saw. Every corner of the room was made out of wood, save for a fireplace and some of the stretchers and beds, which were made from stainless steel. The room itself had several pools of blood, but there were no bodies to be found.

On a nearby table was a note that read: Seek Paleblood. Transcend Hunt and find the Worthy Opponent.

Jacob pocketed the note. "So it wasn't just a dream." He whispered. The teen opened a door to his left and went down the stairs. Beyond the stairs seemed to be some kind of waiting room, also covered in bloodstains. The difference here though, was the fact that there were bodies. Eleven dead, one living.

And one of them wasn't human.

What lurked in the center of the room would have had the shape of a wolf if its limbs weren't so elongated. It fed on one of the corpses. The beast looked up at him, and Jacob remembered the nameless man's words.

"You're training to become a Hunter of Beasts begins today. Try not to go mad like the last four did, alright?"

I should have refused his offer, went home, and studied to become a dentist like I told mom I would.

The creature's teeth and claws were upon him in an instant.

When I returned to reality, my head…wasn't in the best of states. God, it feels like I've been kicked by a moose!

"What a strange fucking dream…"

"…Yeah, about that…"

I looked at my surroundings and realized that I was nowhere near home. "…Shit."

"Shit indeed." Light replied. "Before you ask, the archive is fine, as is the memory of our meeting with Arella. But I need you to tell me what you can remember so that we can assess the damage done."

"Well," I began. "I can recall the important moments of my entire life up unto this point. I…can't remember most of the events of the Teen Titans show, only character information on the Titans themselves, along with some villains and the identities of the members of some Justice Leaguers."

"Huh…" Light grunted. "I guess that he erased anything having to do with him. Arrogant bastard." He huffed. "Well, we can't give up now. No fight is lost so long as there is a single fool left fighting."

"So, where do we start then?" I asked.

"Probably with the duffle bag that landed behind us." He replied.

I checked the alleyway behind me, and lo and behold, there was a bag there. Thankfully, I still had my shoulder bag, and thus everything in it. With that secured, I opened the black duffle bag and checked the contents. The first thing that caught my attention was the book with a note taped to it, which read as such:

Sean Wilson Kirk,

I figured that you might need this, as it contains a badass costume made by yours truly, along with a memento that you forgot at home. If you want to be a superhero—or supervillain, I don't really care—you best look the part. The book itself contains the memento and a list of stats on your outfit and abilities. Once you are done getting acquainted with your equipment, I suggest that you let Light download some of that sweet-ass combat information in the case that you run into trouble before you meet the Titans. And believe me, you will run into trouble.

Anyway, you should also ask Light about the whole synchronization thing. To give you a bit of a metaphor, think of it like the Soul Resonate from Soul Eater. You're going to need to be at least at 100% sync rate if you want to beat the big red bastard. Anyway, there's also a wallet with a few thou in cash in order to help you get started. And don't stress yourself out too much. The answers will come with time.

Signed, S.P.K.

"Who the hell is S.P.K?" I whispered, staring at the book for a second. "Questions for later."

The title of the book: How to be a Superhero for Dummies.

I seethed a little. "Not funny." I opened the book and began to gather the information in the book…which was rather lackluster.

Apparently, my power was fueled by my manly fighting spirit, which in turn was powered by my stamina and adrenaline. Thank God for parkour lessons.

The uniform itself was in the same design as the one on the character I was drawing. The materials used to make the suit were polymerized titanium and some other material called Mithril Weave. In short, I could take quite the beating while wearing the suit. As for my mode of transportation, I had a small disk that would grow in size if I added some electricity. How large you ask? Large enough for me to stand on. It also served as a sort of magnet for my boots, so that I wouldn't fall off if I was traveling in mid-air. My gauntlets also had a sort of grappling hook system that also worked as a ranged option, along with playing cards, since the guy who gave me this stuff either had a shit sense of humor or wasn't very original. The quarterstaffs were exactly how I had designed them. Finally, there was the mask. It looked like Hei's mask from Darker than Black, save that it was all black with red eyes and a white smile. According to the book, the mask filtered out dangerous chemicals, could distort the voice, and had thermal vision, making it an incredibly handy piece of equipment.

I flipped to the last page, curious about the memento. My eyes went wide with what I saw, and tears stung my face.

The memento was a picture of Jacob, Eric, and I. It was a picture we had taken just a few days before Eric had committed suicide. I hadn't noticed it before, but his bright smile never quite reached his eyes. The look in them told of someone who's dreams had died early in his life and was grieving for them. I wondered if Jacob still thought of those days, since he knew Eric for longer and better than I did.

"Sean…" Light's voice broke me out of my trance. "Now isn't the time for grief. There are things we need to do before we look for the Titans."

I rubbed my eyes and spoke. "Yeah. I know."

"Good. Now sit down, we're gonna begin downloading stuff from the archive."

After what must have been a few hours—yet what felt like an eternity—Light broke the flow from the archive.

"That'll have to do for now."

"How much have I got?"

"You can defend yourself from most threats, and as of right now we can resonate for about five minutes."

"What happens if we go beyond the limit?"

"Pain." Light answered. "Lots and lots of pain."

"Alright…" I muttered. "We ready then?"

"Yep."

"Then let's go."

In the suburban areas of Jump City, a young man sat in a basement. The young man wore a green hoodie, along with ski goggles and a green bandanna that covered his entire face. On the back of the hoodie, there were two words. The two words were a name, or rather a title.

Wind Walker.

The one known as Wind Walker was staring intently at a computer as an image of a swirling blue portal was on display. "Another gate." He muttered, typing up a command on his computer. "Better let the rest know so that we can find him before Insight does."

In the depths of his industrialized lair, the man known to the world as Deathstroke looked at a computer monitor displaying the same thing.

"My son, my son…what have you done."

In a location unknown to all but a few, a man in a black coat and helmet that obscured all of his features looked at a large screen that displayed a tiny red blip in Jump City, California. It was one blip amongst many, and soon, the many would serve the one in his quest for unparalleled order. Soon, all things will be as they should be.

"And so, we begin again…"

Jacob stumbled out of the strange, Victorian Era hospital, covered in wounds and dried blood. He had managed to kill the beast, but only barely. And now, he was suffering for it. As he bled out and fell to the ground, a voice echoed in his ear.

"Ah, so you have found yourselves a Hunter…"

AN: Sean, welcome to Jump City. You will make plenty of friends here.

Jacob, welcome to Yharnam. Your stay will not be pleasant.

Next time we actually begin the story, as these two chapters were basically prologue material.