Note: I do not own TT!

edited: Jan. 7th, 2005

I am Lumin, and this introduction was made on the R&B board by me. I don't think people saw the idea being possible, so I guess I'll give it a shot. Go under Fan Stuff to TT Comicks XD to get the idea how things are going to turn out.

Suppose that the Titans are not teens, but are adults in real life who fight against evil. They have to double duty themselves with both their careers and their superhero tasks. What will they have to face?

Profiles:
Robin
Identity: Richard (Dick) Grayson
Occupation: used to be lawyer, now does business
Superhero occupation: detective, agent
Abilities: Knows Kong Fu and Spanish. Highly equipped with gadgets. Weapon of choice: baton

Beast Boy
Identity: Garrett Logan (I have to change the name because it sounds a lot better and is the name of someone I know)
Occupation: lab scientist and bio engineer (studies cloning?)... although he refuses to eat meat, he slaughters animals for experimental purposes (tell me if you like that)... or maybe make him into an doctor.
Superhero occupation: agent, tracks down suspects with clues relying on scientific analysis
Abilities: can morph into animals. Weapon of choice: scalpels

Cyborg
Identity: Victor Stone
Occupation: FBI agent or police officer (help me decide)
Superhero occupation: agent and information gatherer, inventor.
Abilities: Has built-in equipment/weaponry. Is a physics geek. Weapon of choice: Sonic blaster

Raven
Identity: Rosaline Roth (is anyone satisfied with that?)
Occupation: Secretary
Superhero occupation: Information gatherer, analyses data and quote results, computer work (behind the scenes type of person).
Abilities: western witchcraft... telekinesis, etc. Weapon of choice: none

Starfire
Identity: Kory Anders (Earth)/ Kori'ander (Tamarian), warrior princess of a faraway planet
Occupation: Translator, news reporter
Superhero occupation: Translator, agent
Abilities: Is immensely strong… also a math wiz who can do computations in her head (who says she's dumb?)
Weapon of choice: starbolts
Note: Since she picks up language and cultures so easily, this is where my idea came from. She'd know Chinese and Russian, German...

What I'm doing here, is to make these characters more lovable. People are ranting on how BB is always the laughing stalk and that Starfire's dumb and annoying. If TT on TV doesn't satisfy you, why not make a new series on the characters that we actually like?

I thought that if the Titans were independent and have professional qualities of their own, people would appreciate their existence a lot better. I think the reason behind why Cy is not as popular as BB and Robin is because we don't see his potential and necessity to the team. To solve this problem, all we have to do is to make them graduate from college and turn them into specialists.

Now moving on... we begin with experimental chapter 1.

Note: There isn't a category for surrealism on ; otherwise, it'll go there.

The Titans Reunite

By aVoided

Over the past several years, Garrett was nowhere to be seen. Rosaline could not blame him. After all, he's a devoted doctor and a bio-chemist, having a major in bio-tech, frequently receiving calls from the hospital to perform emergency operations. At other times when he's not at work, he would be locked in him own private laboratory doing a handful of experiments, analyzing the results for his research. She could not imagine how that comical friend, or teammate, of hers turned out to be a man of such status to this day. Obviously, he had gone a long way.

Rosaline recalled having left him in her senior year of Jump City High, and asking him what he intended to do in the future. She expected that he'd be more than willing to become a TV comedian or a salesperson of some sort, only to be shocked by his response.

"I want to get a P.H.D. on bio-medical science."

It somewhat made sense. His parents were doctors investigating on African species and diseases, searching for a cure for AIDS. Garrett, with an ambition to serve the good and prosperity for his people, would be more than likely to follow the footsteps of his deceased parents.

With his excel in academics and participation in multiple clubs and the prestigious soccer team, winning many trophies of both physical achievement and of science fairs alike, it was not difficult to be enrolled into JC Medical School. What totally surprised Rosaline was that Garrett graduated as a surgeon, for he was seen and regarded as a friendly, humorous, sociable man who would be too naive to force a knife on anyone- one who could not resist the sight of blood without fainting from the last time she met him, being a devoted vegetarian and a strict protector of wildlife.

Moreover, Garrett wasn't a complete human being himself. He could morph into any animal he wants to be, due to the lingering, lasting result of a rare disease only to be found in Africa that inflicted him at the age of two. Although he recovered from it with the aid of his parents' committed studies, there was one consequence he had to bear, which was the green skin that wouldn't leave him back to the normal tan he had. Despite his background, he strived for well-being and obtained a highly positive, optimistic view towards life, succeeding in acquiring recognition from his peers and acquaintances. He must have overcome his fears to do common good, and Rosaline greatly admired his courage to save the lives of others on the verge of death.

"Maybe it's about time that I see him," Rosaline thought, as she picked up her purse from her desk and trotted out of the secretary's office. She had been in this company for a year and already has been promoted three times, a record that had never been made before. It was something to be proud of, and something worthy of reporting to Gar, although it seemed to go against her ways of doing. She could almost see his shocked face and loss of words for expressing congratulation.

It was roughly 8PM, and nights during this time of year was rather chilly. Rosaline scrolled along the dark streets of Jump City to the laboratory she recalled years before in her last semester of high school. It was surrounded by tall, barb-wired fences and security cameras, which she decided to avoid with the abhorrence of being observed in concealed eyes. With a whisk of her own magic, she teleported herself across the fences into the flat building amidst the deserted land, where she then reappeared in the dark halls leading far to a door with gleaming orange light around its frame. From the room, small chuckling voices traveled along the hall.

"What… are they?" Raven imagined that they could be laughter, but she couldn't be certain, for if they were, it'd be those of insanity.

As she approached the door in careful steps the voices became much apparent to her. There was a mob of screams on the opposite end of the hall.

"Chickens," she trembled.

Just three steps before she can reach the gleaming door. She hesitated, fearing to discover the mystery behind it. A scream broke in agony, accompanied with shattered glass and pounding among the chucking chickens startled her, making her back three feet away from the entrance.

"DAMN IT! DAMN IT ALL!"

She recognized the voice. It could belong to no other than Gar. Things were beginning to worry her as she carefully slid into the shadows with her back flat against the wall, peeking into a narrow opening of the doorway.

Blood. A gush of blood flew and whisked; some landing in gentle plops, others splashed and spattered on the tiled floor. Rosaline's heart froze a beat as she traced the blood whose victim it belonged, only to be in awe at what had been revealed to her.

Clasped in Gar's hands was a headless chicken, with blood sprouting from its neck. Gar's pale, experimental cloak was soaked with blood, not to mention the splatters on his face. He stood in a pool of warm crimson, where cages of chicken were stacked across the walls of every corner. The shrills and cries flooded the room like some bizarre demon chant in high prayer as Gar succumbed, dropping his scalpel in a shimmer and clash to the tiles and fell to his knees, bathing in his own sorrow.

"Why… why won't you open up to me?"

The mantra kept repeating and whirling in echoed voices, pounding every beat into Rosaline's lungs. She turned away from the door in haste to back against the wall and catch her breath. Could that man really be… Gar?

Rosaline took a closer look to confirm what she saw. Her eyes were not deceiving her. Not if there's another man with green skin in Jump City. She inspected attentively at the man, who handled the chicken with immense care, turning his head slowly from side to side, examining all aspects of the slit he engraved, talking to blood still flowing from the wound.

"Tell me… what you saw…Tell… me…"

Gar picked up the scalpel he dropped and directed at its chest, slithering it up the length of its throat.

"So, what happened when I cut off here? What did you feel? Did you feel like taking off when I slit your trachea …or could it be the anterior vena cava that released you from your pain?"

…

"Did you see the lord himself? What did he look like? Did he have a face? Was he the one who redeemed you?"

…

"Should I have gone deeper? When I gashed through your arteries, you were still stirring. Were you still there, when I snapped your spine? When I removed your tonsils, did the portal of death open to you?

…

"Did you see… the gateway to Eden?"

…

Evidently, the fowl had parted, and he drooped his back at the disheveled heap of plump feathers in his strong hands. Gar embraced and clutched the remaining of its flesh to his chest, peering above as if a heavenly spirit appeared before him.

"I've failed again… how much more will I need to slaughter… I've failed again…" He turned back into his arms, cuddling, caressing the dead as if it was his beloved doll.

As the screams from the cages died out, the shuffling noises could be heard slithering across the room. Rosaline peeked. Gar has stood up from his pool of blood in weariness. Abruptly, as if his soul had been restored to him, he scuttled to the desk where the strangely labeled, colored flasks were laid before him and started examining them one by one.

"No, it cannot be over yet," Rosaline heard him mutter, "The pitiful lives of these chickens, no matter how many I slaughter, would never outmatch my love for Terra."

A gasp released from Rosaline's lips, for now everything had made a lot more sense.

Recalling the year before graduation, at the ripe age of 17, the Teen Titans have accepted a new member with the power to manipulate earth. Their alliance was short, due to the fact that she had intended to betray them in order to contain herself from her disastrous power. Slade, Robin's ultimate nemesis, was the only man capable of offering the control she needed. It was a name not mentioned for a long, long time.

"Terra…" Rosaline could hear Garrett sobbing on the opposite end. She held her hand over her month to prevent herself from crying, for who would have known that Gar would still repent over her death?

All a sudden, the whimpers vanished from behind the door, and Rosaline thought she had been discovered lurking into his lab. She heard shuffling noises coming towards her, but luckily, Gar had made his way swirling into a chair facing a database computer and started typing. Rosaline sighed in relief, but then panicked once more as he grabbed the monitor and pounded his forehead against the screen.

"And all this information I've got is getting me nowhere! What have I been doing over these years of lunacy, pondering over the same results, when all I need is a portal to discover the boundary between life and death! Just one large enough to get through! I swear I saw the flash of light before me, the dusk behind the forbidden gates closing on me every time each soul I captivated had fled! I need someone to take me across the plutonian shore! I need someone… to take me to the bridge…to the opposite end of all existence…"

His eyes then lit as he sat upright and repeated the words he had just said. "I need someone… to take me…

…

And that'd be Raven…Raven…she can teleport me there to face the demon lord himself. I need to find her."

On the other side of the door, Rosaline was horrified. For all these years, Garrett still could not let go of Terra. The Gar she knew had turned into a madman. To make things worse, he's after her. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she held her hands to her face, releasing a moan of throbbing pain against the urge to spill her anguish.

"Who's there?!"

Traumatized by the furious tone, Rosaline immediately teleported herself back to the entry gates. She ran to her apartment and did not glace back at the path behind her, not realizing her mistake.

She had been captured on tape.

Great... the paragraph indention things are gone! Oh well... and my English really sucks so if you find grammar errors it will be nice if you point them out to me.