I know, I have tried writing something like this for times, and I have the TT fandom for some time too. Somehow, the ideas haven't faded. I did try to settle myself with writing a normal epic (you know, with the cartoon characters), and have long thought that the 'Titans' kids' genre was definitely rubbish, but reading Kokuryu's Future Storms sparked the thought again, that some people need to prove that the genre doesn't suck at all. Here's hoping that I won't quit this one.

There are only three OCs, and the others are from the comics. I tried hard not to make them a carbon copy of the original Titans, let's just see if I can do that well.

Disclaimer: Well, if you can recognize these characters somewhere else, they are obviously not mine, but the long description can be seen in footnotes.

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PRELUDE PART 1 : TO SUCCEED A LEGACY...

"I still can't get boys and their needs for victory."

Nightstar

It was noon in Jump City, the time people used to take a break. Some used the time to go somewhere generally out of their jurisdiction to protest about something. Others used the time to be on the receiving end of such speech.

The Commissioner and the Mayor were the example of those kinds of behavior.

"I keep telling you", Commissioner Rivers said through gritted teeth, "these kids cannot be trusted."

Mayor Duncan sighed for the umpteenth time. "With all due respect, commissioner, I have told you times and times the city trusts them."

"So?" The Commissioner pressed on. "They're civilians! They only know half of what we know!"

"I believe they know enough, Commissioner", the mayor drawled, "Let's just face it, we don't have better solutions for the uprising criminal rate."

"My troops—"

"—aren't quite useful against meta-humans, the lots invading our city as of now." Mayor Duncan sighed again, running his hand through his hair. "One year ago, this city was on the brink of becoming the second Bludhaven. Now, it's relatively as safe as Kansas."

Rivers scoffed. "Let me guess...the kids' efforts?"

Duncan nodded. "Most of it, Commissioner. Of course, it's also because the Council finally agreed on increasing the jail improvement fund."

Rivers scoffed again. "Can't you just see my point? These meta-humans are above us—there, I admit it! Once they turn on us, we're doomed! Remember what happened to Superman? Or closer to us...Terra?"

"Ah...that...We humans make mistakes from time to time", Duncan said sagely.

"Doesn't stop us from not doing the same mistakes twice", Rivers persisted, "All I am asking from you is some form of restriction, that's all."

"Restriction, Commissioner? I'm afraid I don't quite understand who needs them."

Rivers rolled his eyes. "Fine, then", he spat, "I'll just tell you exactly what I have in mind."

He opened a briefcase, the one the Mayor had failed to notice. Rivers took out some photos and papers; he especially pointed at one. Duncan leaned closer. It was a picture of a boy with black hair and an outfit resembling traffic signal.

"Robin, Boy Wonder, Caped Crusader—whatever those press gave him. The leader, shouting those two golden words of him every time they appeared on public. According to reliable sources, he is the third kid wearing that cheerful tights. Always appears to be mysterious and secretive in the eyes of public, though he's capable of handling those metas. Has no power whatsoever—if you don't count superb martial abilities as powers."

Duncan suppressed a smirk. Whether he admitted it or not, the Commissioner respected Robin. "I believe that makes him the least of our worries."

"Nonsense! If he can lead these ragtag brats, he can surely lead them to attack us."

Duncan nodded half-heartedly. "Alright...if you say so..."

Rivers pointed at the next picture, one of a dark-haired girl with midriff-exposing costume. "The one called Nightstar; fanatics said she was Nightwing and Starfire's daughter, that makes her a half alien. That explains her bright thingy—"

"—I believe it was widely dubbed as starbolts", Duncan offered automatically.

"—and her ability to fly. She's usually their PR or something, you know, the one with the emotion bag and all."

Duncan nodded, but said nothing.

"Now, we all now how dangerous aliens are—"

"No offense, Commissioner, but that's a tad like saying blondes are dumb."

"—And they are, the aliens, I mean", for the Commissioner himself had blonde hair, "They are not of Earth, we don't know their ways."

"Anyone who has spoken to this girl will know that she is as harmless as a dove."

"You should have seen the damage she did to that statue."

"...Ah...all for the greater good", Duncan shrugged.

Rivers creased his eyebrows. "She's a powerhouse. Enough for us to watch her...or develop something as a prevention", he added loftily.

Duncan' eyes widened. "How—"

Rivers waved it off. "Mayor, as the primary force behind civilian security, it is my job to know everything involved in that. Next—"

This time a photograph of a white humanoid robot was brought to spotlight. "Cyberion, a teenager in armor...none of us knows what he's like without his helmet. Anyway, this "Future Tin Can' has a lot of arsenals hidden...so far we have seen gatling guns, rockets, missiles, lasers, and who knows what else. He is reportedly the Titans' mechanic."

"You fear that his vast knowledge in technology could get us in trouble?" Mayor Duncan asked ahead.

"Yes, precisely."

"Alright...since now I'm trying to be a skeptic..."

"'Bout time", Rivers muttered. He cleared his throat and showed the mayor a photograph of a comical looking green-skinned teenager.

"Yet another Beastling, the offspring of the first and the traitor. Almost an exact copy of his father...if that the one time he raised the earth was because the witch helped him. A one-man-zoo, if you ask me, complete with the comicality of it. He's the weakest so far."

"I take it there's no reason to watch over him?" The Mayor said it hopefully.

"Oh, quite the contrary. You can never be too careful with these kinds of people. The next one—"

Now it was a picture of a cloaked and hooded teen.

"—called herself Sable—as if she wasn't dark enough. Even more mysterious than that bird boy, hardly and actually never talked to anyone—some fans claimed that she spoke through telepathy, though. I suppose we can see who she's resembling, straight down to the costume and the powers, except without those creepy chanting. We never know what's under that hood too."

"I hope you're not thinking that it's always the quite one?"

"Exactly that one, Mayor. She hides her powers too—they weren't as often used as every metas do with theirs."

The Mayor wisely didn't comment, instead tiredly egging him on. The next on the line was a muscular boy with black T-shirt and the infamous S logo on it. He immediately knew what the Commissioner was about to say.

"No, Commissioner, just because he is called Superboy and has Superman's abilities doesn't mean that he will do everything Superman did."

"Wasn't going to say that", Rivers cut indignantly, "I was going to say that he's the one we know how to defeat. Kryptonite. I wish I could use it every time he hogs the screen—never mind that. Here. His girlfriend."

Sure enough, this time it was a girl clad in red and a familiar wing motif on her chest. "Wonder Girl, armed with the reflecting armbands, shocking lasso, super-strength and flight. She's a courageous fighter, rushing head on into Plasmus like that."

"Well, I rather thought she was nice", Duncan said vaguely.

"As I'm saying, we don't know the best solution to control her."

By now Mayor Duncan was definitely wishing he had gone out for lunch. "I don't know, Commissioner...is this discussion necessary?"

Rivers clenched his fists. "Yes, Mayor, it does! Tell me, how do you restrain a speedster?" He jabbed at a photograph of a cream-garbed particularly short boy. "Impulse, the Fastest Boy Alive, with the knack for mischief and super-speed, not to mention the incomprehensible vibrating ability."

"Umm..."

"Meaning that none of our weaponry can hit him!" Rivers grunted derisively. "Don't pretend you know nothing of this meta-human business."

"Ah, well...I am a citizen of this city for a long time", Duncan replied, a bit too quickly. "Never mind that. Commissioner, I will state it again. The Council trusts them, I trust them, and most importantly, the citizens trust him. We can't handle the meta-criminals, we need superheroes for that. But, I appreciate your concern." The Commissioner halted in mid-protest. "Therefore, I will ask you to do what you see is necessary to...ah...prevent future troubles."

"I see..." There was a momentary silence, in which the commissioner packed all his things into the briefcase. "I'm glad that we've reached an understanding, Mayor. I won't bother you anymore. Good afternoon."

Commissioner Rivers bowed and left the Mayor's office. Duncan sighed.

"As if I need a crash course in the history of superheroes", he muttered to himself, sipping his cold tea.

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"—and so the function is recognized as being stationer at the point of a, when the derivative of the function in a equals zero. The point a is then called the stationary point, where the function is neither going up nor down. Then how do we know what kind of stationary point a is? We—"

A long-black-haired nudged a scrawny blonde boy who was sleeping merrily through the lesson. He jerked up instantly before turning to the girl.

"Give me a break, Mary, everyone's sleeping", he whispered in between yawns.

"You shouldn't be", Mary whispered back, "Mr. Sarge's going to ask us something any minute."

"It's—"The boy checked the clock. "Five minutes to break. Nothing can happen—"

"—could Mr. Logan tell us what is the difference between the local minimum and local maximum?" Mr. Sarge boomed as though on cue.

"—Right, shutting up now." He nervously glanced at the clock again. "Uh...local minimum is the lowest and local maximum is the highest?"

Some of the students who were awake snickered. Some others who had been asleep jerked awake and pretended to be listening. Mr. Sarge frowned.

"Aside from the glaringly obvious difference an elementary student could tell", he boomed again, "What is the mathematical explanation of it?"

"The value of the second derivative, Mark", Mary whispered without moving her lips.

Mark nervously glanced at her.

"You will not ask Miss Grayson for help", Mr. Sarge said sharply.

"Was not! Ehm..." Mark screwed his face, betting everything on Mary's help. "Uhm, the second derivative of the local minimum is negative...and the local maximum is positive?"

Mr. Sarge curtly nodded. "Lucky guess, Logan. Pay attention to me next time rather than your friend."

Mark shrugged as some of the boys behind him wolf-whistled. The lunch bell rang as a cue for everyone to spring and bolt out of the classroom, including the teacher. Mark took his time putting his things in his backpack while Mary waited on the threshold. Together they walked to the cafeteria.

"You know, I still can't believe we have to go through all these things", he muttered as they queued.

"Because we promised our parents", Mary replied in a growl, "Because they want us to have a normal life."

Mark snorted, picking up the tray. "Yeah, right, normal...the one thing I've never been since my birth."

"Mark..."

"What?" Mark shrugged, scooping up mashed potato. "I'm not being broody or anything...just commenting the 'glaringly obvious fact'."

"Well...if that's what you say..." Mary herself picked most of the food served while Mark only had the mashed potato and a glass of juice on his tray, something that the cafeteria lady stared disgustedly at. Mark paid her the money and no attention at all. Both of them trudged to the table at the farthest corner of the cafeteria.

There sat a short-black-haired boy, an athletic-looking red-haired boy, and a girl whose face was nearly hidden by her book. Mark sat next to the boys while Mary moved to beside the girl.

"Mashed potato?" The athletic boy commented as soon as Mark had his first bite. "How are you going to grow up?"

"Same thing like everyone else, Titus." Mark swallowed the whole and pointed his spoon at Titus. "Through managing a healthy diet and weekly training." As he said the last sentence, he glanced furtively at the short-haired boy.

"I think he meant that it barely contains anything nutritious", the boy supplied quietly. "I think you need to eat real vegetable instead."

"Meh...stop commenting about my diet every time we sat down for meal." Mark frowned, cleaning the last of his meal. "I mean, I've never said anything about you occasionally skipping meals, Tim—"

"—which you actually ought to do, Mark", Mary interjected, shooting Tim a look, "He's missing quite a lot recently."

"Save the banter, please." Their attention was placed on the girl with the book, whose drone was mechanical enough to chase nearly everyone away. "It's bad enough hearing them at home without hearing them here."

"At least it made you spoke." Titus smirked. "You know how much we missed your sexy electronic voice."

"All right, Titus", Tim said authoritatively, "I think that's enough talking about our other life in this normal one."

Mark threw his hands up. "Whatever, man, you're the boss."

Tim scowled. "Seriously—"

"—we have done enough rubbing one each other's sore spots today", the girl's mechanical voice struck them silent again.

"Yes, Ma'am." Mark saluted good-naturedly, a gesture Mary saw as a mock and worthy of her scowl. Titus, however, didn't see them.

"Lisa's right. The trio's coming today", he smiled crookedly, "Tell Bart if he breaks the Holo-pad one more time he's going to buy it. I'm done fixing his mess all of the time."

"Yeah, I'll tell him that. That'll really make the game fair again", said Mark sourly. He drained the last of his juice.

"Somehow I doubt you're playing fair yourself", Tim uttered offhandedly.

"I'm just evening things a bit. You play 'Superheroes Superstars' with him. Let's see if you can resist gluing the Holo-pad."

"You did that?" Titus scowled.

"Nope. Kon did."

"I still can't get boys and their needs for victory", Mary mumbled to Lisa who nodded in approval.

"Neither can they understand your constant worry of neatness", Lisa replied monotonously.

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As Titus predicted, the short, brown-haired boy they referred to as Bart were mashing the buttons on the Holo-pad. Mark, ignited by the desire to one-up Bart, did the same thing at a much slower rate.

"Bart! You're blowing the Holo-pad!" Titus shouted angrily through the excessively loud noise of the game.

"What?" Bart hollered back, his fingers were now seen as white blurs on the pad.

"I said—...Never mind." Titus gave up, shaking his head. He trudged to the control panel instead and pressed a button. Instantly, the TV died, leaving the common room with its peaceful silence. The silence didn't last long as the gamers began protesting.

"Come on, man, you can't just do that!" Bart yelled, zipping beside Titus in an instant. He put his hands on his hips. "That's a violation of my right!"

Titus rolled his eyes. "Shorty, you violated my right of keeping a healthy pair of ears. Now if you'd excuse me, I have work to do."

Bart fumed, running around Titus to stop him from going anywhere. Titus easily stuck out his leg and Bart tripped on that. Mark's expression brightened.

"You know, there's an easier way." He lifted his head as though speaking to the ceiling. "Mento, turn on the Holo-inducer!"

No response. Mark waited for two seconds before turning to Titus. "What did you do?"

"We received complains that this tower used too many energy." This time it was Robin who answered. "I promised the Mayor we would cut down the unnecessary energy expense; that means no Mento, and no ultra-loud gaming or TV-watching."

"No Mento?" Mark mourned. "Then who's going to clean my room, wash my clothes, and do my homework?"

"I believe it's called, DIY: Do It Yourself", Nightstar interjected haughtily. "Though I must admit, Mento has given us some ease..."

"...Along with the constant worry that our lives are going to be easily jeopardized by artificial intelligence", remarked Sable from behind her book.

"That too." Robin's white lenses stared at the three casual-wearing boys. "Shouldn't you guys wear your costumes?"

"Relax, Robbie." Bart said, bored. "No crazy paparazzi are going to climb up here and find that Impulse and Bart Allen are the same."

Behind the mask, Robin's eyebrows were raised slightly. "You know, I'm surprised no one has tried doing that, considering that you have done little to conceal your identity."

"Pfft...no way...if that'd make you happy, though—"Bart zoomed out of the room and Impulse blurred back into the room as in the span of one second. "I'll change."

Robin nodded, seeing as Mark had also taken off his clothes to reveal his red and white costume under them.

"Where's Superboy and Wonder Girl?" He turned to Impulse, who now took a great interest in annoying Titus by blocking his vision of the circuits in his hands. Impulse averted his attention to Beastling, screwing his face as though talking of something very disgusting.

"On a date, said that the tower's crowded enough without them." Impulse made a contemptuous retching noise. "Are you sure that won't bother the team, Rob?"

"While it's interesting to see that you care about the team...no, I don't think so. Six people are enough to mash Plasmus last time."

"And making us take a bath for hours", Titus said in disgust, "I have to spend forever getting the goo out of my suit."

"You could have asked for help", Nightstar chided.

"Er...everyone was busy anyway." Titus' face now bore embarrassment, something that he rarely showed.

"Anyways, let's hope this weekend is the one we can relax in—"

The alarm blared with every screens and windows in the room flashing red.

"—I really shouldn't have spoken too soon...What's the situation?"

"Simple destruction threat", Sable reported, having been stationed at the consoles since the alarm rang, "Five teenagers, to be exact."

Everyone turned to Robin, waiting for his signal.

"Titans, go!"

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I have to age-slide some of them, obviously, and thus severing the continuity. Seeing that the only DC comic I've ever had is one graphic novel of TT, I can blissfully ignore it.

Robin, Impulse, Superboy, Nightstar (yes, even Nightstar), Wonder Girl, and the Mayor belong to DC.

The OCs are mine.

That's it for now. Please give an extensive and criticising review.