AN: I own three things: Jack, Shit, and my OCs. Everything else belongs to other people.

Outta This World: The Call Beyond Edition

Arc One: To Be A Titan

Chapter Four: Formation

Entry #1.

So, I've decided to keep a record of my adventures and findings, in case there is something I need to come back too or remember.

To recap, it has been about a week since we've managed to drive off the Gordanian invasion. We've decided to use the 'deployment torch' and the rest of the ship that crashed into the bay as parts for building our new base, which the Justice League and Wayne Enterprises have been all too happy to help us build.

During this time, Robin's been filling out the paperwork to establish us—the Teen Titans—as the new protectors of Jump City. The mayor of said city was more than happy to have us, since the crime rate has been pretty high as of late. In the meantime, Robin has also been setting up patrol routes. This is apparently supposed to help us get to know each other and build teamwork, along with familiarizing ourselves with our new environment.

I know I must start finding a way to destroy Trigon, but I've decided to put that on hold until we have access to the JL's extensive database. I may have a few leads—such as Jason Blood and Doctor Fate—but once again, until we are all set up, that will have to wait until later.

We're currently staying at a rather gaudy five-star hotel until the tower is finally ready to be lived in.

Not quite my style, but I'll live with it.

I'll write more a bit later.

Elsewhere.

Jacob's joints popped as his fingers curled around the handle of his axe, still wet with the blood of the mutated citizens of Yharnam. The Church wasn't far now. He would soon have the answers that he sought.

As he descended the steps of Oedon Chapel, he saw the ghastly forms of the Church Servants: tall, pale men dressed in hats and overcoats, wielding lamps and stakes that were taller than a basketball player.

Jacob Winters smirked. While the Servants certainly were strong and intimidating, they were also slow and cumbersome. It would be simple to dodge their attacks and sink the blade of his axe into their unprotected sides and backs.

Which is what he did. He weaved passed the first Servant, and then struck the second in the leg with the axe, disabling the tall being. The young Hunter ran up the road to the Cathedral, and then halted at the sight of the plaza. Said plaza was being patrolled by several giants and Church Servants, and the way into the Cathedral was blocked by a massive gate that had no known mechanism on his side that would allow the gate to be raised.

Jacob clicked his tongue. He would have to find another way.

Most people would find mornings to be hell.

This is incorrect…unless you are waking up at five.

I groaned as the alarm sounded, signaling the beginning of our day. Robin—my current roommate—had already gotten up and left the hotel room. Guess being the son of Batman comes with more perks than just being rich and getting cool gadgets.

I supposed I should explain our current living situation. Robin had taken care of purchasing our rooms and made sure we got two people per room. Robin and I shared a room, Beast Boy and Cyborg shared a room, and Starfire and Raven shared a room. Robin respected my decision to wear my mask to bed, since he wore his when he slept as well.

After a few moments, I got up and began to prepare for the day. This involved showering, examining my gear, and putting on said gear. Since breakfast was only served at seven AM—and it was currently 5:45—I would have to wait to get some food in my stomach.

"Time to download more of the archive."

I walked upstairs, towards the rooftop of the building, which I often used as a place to 'meditate'—in other words, download the archive—and found Raven already there, floating with her legs crossed and uttering her famous three words. Her head turned towards mine, and she frowned.

I raised my hands. "I was just looking to meditate up here." I explained. "But if you need me to leave—!"

"No." Raven interrupted. "It's fine. Just sit down and try not to distract me."

I did so and closed my eyes as I felt the information from the archive flow into my mind.

Sometime later, I heard a beeping noise not too dissimilar from an alarm clock and withdrew my communicator from my coat's pocket.

Robin's voice came through. "Someone's robbing a bank. Again."

Jacob hissed as he grasped his shoulder. Getting shot was never pleasant, but the Yharnamites seemed to have an intense hate boner for the teen's right arm. This should not have been as surprising as it was, given that his right arm was the one he held his axe in. This did not help the fact that he was currently being pursued through the alleyways of Cathedral Ward by one of the more mutated residents of the city.

Jacob scowled as he heard the animalistic snarls of the beast-man, counting the seconds as he stared into the fog, pistol in his left hand.

One.

Two.

Three—!

The tall, red-skinned beast leapt out of the fog; a hatchet raised above its head. Jacob lifted the pistol and fired, shooting the mutant right where the left lung would be.

The beast sunk to a knee, and Jacob gave off a feral grin under the facial wrappings that he was now wearing. The young Hunter charged forward and plunged his hands into the opened wound, grasped hold of the beast's internal organ, and pulled. The lung came free, and the beast breathed its last breath.

The young Hunter kept his feral grin as more Yharnamites emerged from the fog, snarling and growling like a pack of hungry wolves.

Jacob felt his shoulder heal and lifted the axe.

You cannot deny your nature. A Hunter must hunt.

"Whew!" Beast Boy whistled, stretching his arms as we walked back into the reception area. "Are we good or what!?"

"Gotta agree with BB on this one." Cyborg said. "No civilian casualties, minimal property damage, and we wrapped up the whole incident in about sixty seconds."

Robin huffed. "Those guys were amateurs. Not every encounter is gonna be that easy."

"Well…" I began. "Not every crook is some criminal mastermind. I think I'll count myself lucky today."

"Don't think the day is done yet." Robin said, a small smirk on his face. "We've still got to do patrol."

"Right…" Cyborg began. "So who is going with who today?"

Robin held up his communicator. "I'm going with Beast Boy, you're going with Starfire, and Blitz is going with Raven."

Oh. Oh shit. I am not prepared for this.

As the weeks dragged on by, I became more acquainted with my new teammates. Starfire, Cyborg, and Robin became like older siblings, while Beast Boy began to remind me of my younger siblings given all of his crazy antics. Raven on the other hand…let's just say that things got a little…complicated.

Raven and I were sitting outside of a small café, enjoying our lunch as we traveled down our patrol routes. We were having a conversation about our respective powers when Raven pointed something out that I did not expect.

"You know, I can sense the other presences in your head, right?"

I froze almost mid sip of my coffee, and then put the cup down. "You can…sense them?"

"Yes." She replied. "Would you care to explain?"

I sighed. "I've got something of a spit personality disorder." I began. "Said personalities have mostly named themselves after my emotions."

The mage's eyes widened an almost unnoticeable fraction. "Then perhaps I can help you control them through meditation."

"I…would like that." I replied, thankful that my mask could hide my rapidly heating face.

"Complement her on her beauty."

My eyes went wide under my mask. "What?! No! Who are you anyway!?" I demanded

"I am your romantic side." The voice answered.

"I have that?" I replied, completely bewildered.

"You always did."

I scowled. "Well, you can leave. There's no way that I'm just going to say—!"

"I am afraid that you no longer have a say in the matter."

I felt control of my own body slip out of my mental grip, a sensation that only came when Light took control of my body. My voice began to speak, without my own compulsion.

"You know…" The other began, setting down my drink. "You shouldn't hide your beauty. And if you don't mind me saying…" My mouth quirked upwards without my permission. "You have quite the figure under—!" A nearby lamp bulb exploded, and we both flinched. I pulled the hood over my mask, thoroughly embarrassed. "I…I…I'm sorry! I don't—!"

"Blitzkrieg…" She began in a tone that I could not decipher. "Please be careful about what you say. My emotions—and my powers—are dangerous." There was the sound of fluttering cloak fabric, and she was gone.

"I…" Romantic began.

"Don't!" I interrupted. "Don't you say a word!"

"Look, Sean…" Light began. "You're becoming a massive recluse—!"

"With good reason Light! We both know that we can't risk getting too close to anyone here! And even if our interactions with them don't create some kind of crisis, we will probably be sent home when all is said and done anyway. Best to not cause any pain when we leave."

(Like Eric did.)

"That isn't my point, Sean." Light replied. "My point is that you have—for the first time since Eric fucking Dales—you have the first time to make friends that you can actually trust! Don't waste this because of your mission, you absolute fool!"

If the mention of Eric had not caused me to submit, the rest would have. "Alright…" I relented. "But if they treat me like everybody else did…"

"I understand."

As Blitzkrieg abandoned the café, a young man stepped out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. He was dressed in fine clothes, a three-piece suit with a black overcoat and a top hat. He was 5'9", and weighed around 130 lbs. His skin was as pale as paper, his eyes were a vibrant green, and his hair was a fiery red.

The man's eyes tracked Blitzkrieg's retreating form. "So it is you." The young man uttered. "Then the time is soon to come." The man walked back into the alleyway, muttering a single phrase.

"The musketeers shall be reunited, and the Oath shall be renewed."

Jacob let out harsh breaths as he stepped outside of the Cathedral. He had left an impressive trail of carnage on the way to his destination, consisting of Yharnamites, Church Servants, Giants, and other mutants. But none of those compared to the Cleric Beast he had just slain. His wounds had yet to heal, and the battle had left him…drained.

Unfortunately, there were few answers to be found in the Cathedral, and the answers that he had found only gave him more questions. Once again, Jacob was left with a single lead. Another location that had to be reached. Another horde of enemies to destroy. Another host of challenges that had to be overcome.

"Byrgenwerth."

It was the last week before the Tower would be open for us to live in. Robin had decided that we would have solo patrols, but we would not be too far from one another. I was flying above the street as I heard the sound of gunshots from a nearby antiques shop. Two men exited the store, both masked and armed with guns—one with a pistol, another with a shotgun.

"Hurry! Before the damn teenagers get here!" The man with the pistol said.

I jumped down from the rooftop I was positioned upon, striking the man with the pistol with my staff. "Too late!" I yelled.

The man went down, and the other man—the one with the shotgun—wheeled towards me, and—

"Now do you see, son of mine?"

"I…know that apologies mean nothing to you, especially because of what happened between us…"

"I know that the space-time continuum is not that fragile…"

"Everyone you love. Everyone you know. Everyone who's even heard your name…"

"A truce, Seany-boy…"

"But that doesn't mean that there is no consequence."

"…but do you think we'll ever be like we were before?"

"…I will kill them all."

"I AM THE BLACK HEART'S SWORDSMAN! AND THIS WORLD IS MINE!"

Robin had heard the sudden gunshot, called the Titans, and rushed towards the sound. He had known that Blitzkrieg had been patrolling over there, by one of the antique stores. When the Titans had arrived, they had found the robber standing what they assumed to be Blitz's corpse. Soon afterwards, the robber was subdued.

Afterwards, the Titans approached Blitzkrieg's form. Starfire began to cry into Robin's shoulder, who wrapped an arm around her sides. Cyborg's own shoulders sagged, and Raven pulled her hood over her face. And Beast Boy began to shake Blitzkrieg's shoulder. "Come on man! I-I h-aven't made you la-augh yet!" He began to sob.

Then Blitzkrieg groaned and sat up. "Oh god, my chest." The teen complained.

"Friend Blitzkrieg!" Starfire cheered, releasing herself from Robin's grip and wrapping said team member in a bone crushing hug. "You are unharmed!"

"RIBS!" Blitz choked out. "RIBS!"

"Apologies friend." Starfire said, releasing the black-clad teen.

"Don't worry about it."

Beast Boy gaped. "Dude! I'm pretty sure you took that point blank! How are you even alive!?"

Blitzkrieg chucked. "These clothes aren't just a fashion statement. See, everything is undamaged." Then the masked cracked and fell down the middle, giving the Titans a good look at his face.

"Don't turn away from them. If they really are your friends, they'll accept you for who you are." Logic advised.

"…Mostly undamaged." Blitz said, smiling a sheepish smile. "God, I hope that they don't give me shit for how I look!"

The Titans stared for a moment, analyzing every feature.

"…Huh." Beast Boy spoke, finally breaking the silence. "Given how much of a badass you are, I expected you to look like a younger version of Tom Cruise."

Blitz blinked, and let out a small, "Heh."

Robin shook his head. "Alright, Tower should be open in a couple of hours. Let's get over there so that Blitz can be healed up."

"My son, my son, what have you done?"

"I'M GOING TO BE SUPERMAN! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'M GOING TO BE—!"

"My name is Death Hand Shimura you Kitsune prick—!"

"Alexander Graham Belle, you are charged with crossing into a number of universes without authorization—!"

"There will be a time…"

"—Three counts of battery—"

"A moment…"

"—Acquisition of armaments that go against the Accords—"

"When Trigon will be vulnerable."

"—One charge of homicide—"

"And let me make this clear, Sean—this world has no more places for heroes. This world is mine, after all."

"—The suspected murder of a member of the Council—"

"I suppose I should introduce myself—"

"—And finally, suspected tampering of all Source Walls. How do you plead?"

"—My name is Seald, Raven. And I have a message for you."

"Guilty, on all save the last two counts."

"Oh really? I thought it was Hand-All-Over-McGee!"

"And which two would those be?"

"We're all going to die, aren't we?"

"They were neither suspected nor attempted."

"Fuck I hope so."

"I. Did. Both."

Lord Insight smirked as the visions flowed through his head.

"Got you now, bastard."

AN: Almost done with the first arc. Death Hand Shimura is from one of my other SI fics. The one called Desolation. As for the rest…you'll see.