Prologue
Think of dimensions as a never-ending cake. Each layer has the same basic recipe as the last, but there is always something different about it. Let it be the placement of atoms or let it be the accidental misconception of measuring certain ingredients, never is one layer the same as that last. Like time travel, things can be change. History marked different can cause cataclysmic outcomes bringing down the creation of man, and dimension hopping often comes at a cost. Encountering yourself can bring confusion only masked by never doing it in the first place, or seeing something so obscure to your own dimension yet so familiar to the one you just happened to stumble into. Though it may seem like an appealing sport, dangers unknown to so many can be the result in such mischievous deviations.
The moral of this story? There are no such things as morals when it comes to constant mischief. Punishment yes, lessons yes, but morals? No. Digging deep, reading between the lines: just some hocus pocus conjured up by bored English teachers trying to get their students to learn something valuable in life that might perhaps make them a better person in the long run.
Think of dimensions as a cake -- each layer holding its own uniqueness.
I do hope I got your attention. No, sorry kiddies. No summary. Well, maybe I'll tell you some things. Trigon, Slade, the Teen Titans (O really!), and a very evil, dimension hopping OC. Well, there will only be some reference to Trigon. I'm not sure if I'm bringing him into this story or not. –shrugs- I'm basically winging it. SO! Just tell me if you think having some dimension hopping is a cool idea. P