A/N: Hi guys! I wrote a BB/Rae oneshot a while back… a long while back. Probably no one remembers it. It's on my profile. So, I wanted to create a story about the Teen Titans… a long one. One that contains Batman. Because Batman = the pown. So if you like that kind of stuff, please keep reading. I hope you guys enjoy! ^-^

Chapter One

Garfield Logan was not someone who enjoyed being messed with. He felt a faint rage at this man, who obviously thought it was funny to tell poor city kids like him that a great and tantalizing future was actually in front of him, when in reality, nothing could be less true.

"…very good school, you know, Garfield. Actually, it's fairly difficult to get in, but you have very good grades and I have some very good connections. I'm giving you the chance of a lifetime here."

Gar gritted his razor teeth and said he wanted to know what the catch was.

"There isn't one." Gar could scent faintly if he tried that the man was lying, and said so, sans the scenting part, obviously.

"You don't know that." The man sounded like he was mildly rebuking him. For some reason, this made Gar even angrier. He clenched his fists briefly.

"Look, Mr. Bruce Wayne." Gar was pleased to hear that his voice had the perfect amount of subtle sarcasm. It was something he'd been working on. "I've lived here a fair chunk of my life and I can tell when someone's trying to swindle me, okay? If you won't tell me what the fine print is here, I'm finished." He got up and left the room. He saw as he was shutting the door that the man Wayne looked faintly amused. He saw him open a cell phone as he left, and could hear him speaking through the walls as he walked away, though he was too far away to make out the words. He rolled his eyes. Bruce Wayne was obviously so busy swimming in dollars that he had to negotiate a business deal as soon as he was done trying to swindle teenagers. It was really ridiculous. Most rich people, Gar reflected, were really the same.

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That night while Beast Boy was patrolling the city, he was accosted by a demented-looking kid in some ridiculously tight-fitting colorful Spandex. "Beast Boy!"

Beast Boy's catlike eyes glared at him fiercely. "What? Who are you?"

"I'm Robin. You've probably heard of me."

For some reason Beast Boy was feeling angry again. "Can't say that I have," he lied. Actually, he had heard something about a sidekick named Robin… supposedly Batman had taken him under his wing, but he didn't want to give this strange boy the satisfaction of knowing so.

The boy looked a little irritated, which did not surprise Beast Boy. "Look, I'm not to happy about dealing with small-time heroes like you either, but let's try to be civil, alright?"

"Who's not being civil?" Beast Boy muttered, too low for Christmas-tree boy to hear. "Small timers?" he spat. "Hey! I don't need some kid dressed up like some sort of demented stoplight to tell me who's important around here! I've been patrolling these streets, this entire city, since I was ten, and you would not believe the number of gang operations and drug deals I've stopped since then, let me tell y…"

"Whoa, calm down, Garfield!"

Beast Boy froze for a moment.

Robin was not entirely sure what happened next. One second, the green-skinned boy in front of him was frozen, the next second, Robin was on the ground, pinned to the pavement as a green leopard with very smelly breath leaned over him. Though the leopard couldn't talk, it was pretty obvious that it was not very happy, and that it wanted an explanation.

Robin swallowed. "Well. You've met Bruce Wayne, right?"

No answer. Big freaking surprise, Robin thought irritably.

"Of course you have. He asked you to move to Gotham as his charge and attend Gotham Academy, the top private high school in the city. Well. He asked you as a student, and a citizen. Right now, I'm asking you too…" Dramatic pause, Robin thought. Wait for it…

The leopard growled. Obviously a "get on with it." Robin did, hurriedly.

"I'm asking you too, as a hero."

Beast Boy glared at Robin even more, if that was possible Robin was sure now that the leopard was glaring so hard his eyelids were completely closed, and wondered how he saw, what with his eyes being shut and everything.

"See… the local hero, Batman… you HAVE heard of HIM, right?" You could never be sure with some people. Robin had met a few people who had claimed to have never heard of the Caped Crusader, ever. Strange world.

A nod. Actually, Garfield had admired Batman his whole life, and even dressed up as him on Halloween once.

"Well, the criminals are getting a little tough to handle. He wants me, his… sidekick…" Robin mumbled the last word. He really hated the word "sidekick" and much preferred "protégé" or even "partner." He continued, "to lead a team of young supers. It'll give you, experience training, a chance to help people, and a good education from Gotham Academy all in one, Garfield." Robin placed slight emphasis on the "Garfield," to remind the leopard, still on top of him, that he did, after all, know his other identity, always a powerful persuasion tool with superheroes. "Err, what do you say?" he finished.

Beast Boy changed into human form long enough to shoot over his shoulder as he ran away, "I don't say anything," before growing wings and changing into a sparrow, flying off.

Robin was very irritated. Rubbing his head, which he had hit on the pavement as soon as that insane changeling tackled him, he sighed and started walking away.

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Dick Grayson sighed, pushing back his last scrap of paperwork as though it were some kind of white, fine printed meal. He had tried his best to convince the changeling, but was unsure if he'd been successful. There was only one more superhero left to convince, and he hoped they could make a clean sweep for the whole team. But it was really up to the little green-skinned boy now. Of course, knowing his twin identities would certainly be a big help. Richard was fairly sure he'd come around, obnoxious though he'd been.

Who was the next girl again? Rachel someone. A minor practitioner of magic, it sounded like. Dick shivered. He'd never liked magic very much. Made him dizzy whenever he got too near it. Evidently she was a total ice queen too. Fantastic. A cold, unfeeling, probably emo witch was next on his list.

Ah well. There was no reason to worry over it. And he was sleepy. He turned off the lights, rigorously brushed his teeth (you couldn't have plaque near the Batman) applied a liberal dose of acne cream (he hadn't broken out yet, but again, Bruce was a little OCD about personal hygiene) put a spare costume and mask next to his bed (just in case) switched on his communicator (ditto) and, prebed rituals complete, collapsed onto the too-fluffy hotel bed and proceeded to sleep like a rock.

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Gar thought very hard about Bruce Wayne's and Robin's offer and finally approached his foster parents with it. Over dinner (vegan spaghetti, delicious as usual) he cleared his throat and said, putting his utensils down, "I have a little announcement."

One of the things his foster family did was say important things over dinner, through "little announcements." It was a fairly tidy arrangement for Gar, since it meant that he never had to chicken out of saying something at any time other than dinnertime. His foster parents, Henry and Ella, laid down their utensils and finished chewing, waiting expectantly.

"A man approached me yesterday… um, he was Bruce Wayne." Henry's eyebrows rose almost off his forehead, but both his parents remained silent. "He made an offer to me. He says that I can go to Gotham and attend the top school there, Gotham Academy. I would be his legal charge and live in, um, his house, which is actually, you know, a mansion the size of, like, a small town and everything. So, I would be his legal charge… NOT his legal child or anything," he rushed out, seeing Ella's very outraged face. "I mean, I have the grades for it, and Mr. Wayne says he's watched me and a couple of other kids and decided we have potential… um, academically. He thinks I could be, um, a genetic engineer," he said. Mr. Wayne had mentioned something to that effect… "See, he's a billionaire and everything, so he's kind of philanthropist too. Evidently he does things like this a lot. Anyways… I thought it over… a lot, and I think it would be good for… my education." He paused. "You know, genetic engineering is something I'm really interested in. I think this would be really helpful," he added, hamming it up just a bit.

Good for his education maybe, but the real reason Gar thought he had to attend was that Robin knew both of his identities. He didn't like the prospect of having two of the most famous and powerful superheroes knowing something so important about himself. Those Batman and Robin types were manipulative bastards, nothing at all like the cool supers flitting along Gotham's rooftops that he'd envisioned. He still wasn't too sure where Bruce Wayne fit into all this, though. He was almost inclined to think it was a coincidence, but he knew that was unlikely.

Gar thought about all of this during the silence as his foster parents chewed it over, both the idea and their food.

After a moment, Henry spoke up. "Well. That's very exciting, Gar. I guess we'll, uh…" a glance over at Ella, "I guess we'll miss you."

"Miss him?" Ella asked, looking a little angry. "What are you talking about? We don't even know this man! For all we know, he could be some kind of sadistic child rapist! I know just how unlikely that is!!" she added, at both Henry's and Gar's somewhat tired, and somewhat incredulous faces. "But you really can't be too careful. We can't just let Gar go to Gotham, one of the most dangerous cities in the world, for high school, under the care of a man even he has barely met!"

"Excuse me," Gar said meekly. "It'll be in Gotham's suburbs. They're a lot… you know, better."

"Duly noted," Ella said, with a touch of sarcasm.

"Ella, it would be good for him."

"Excuse me again," Gar said, more meekly. Time to pull out the big guns. "Mr. Wayne will provide a full college scholarship, room, board, food, bills, and textbook money for any college I get into." He was starting to use his doe-eyed "look" on his foster parents now. Gar was seriously worried now that this was not going to work out. "Mom, Dad, you know how much this means to me, right?"

Ella chewed her lip. Gar's college fund had been eating at their income for a while now, and though they were certainly not in poverty, they were not rich people. A full college grant for Gar was one of the most tempting things she'd ever heard.

After a couple of agonizing minutes, she spoke. "I want this in writing."

Gar ran over to hug both of his parents. "That's great! Thank you guys sooo much!!"

Inside he blew a sigh of relief.

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Bruce Wayne accosted him again after school the next day. Gar told him his family could do it. Wayne smiled.

"Good. I'll be by on August 14th to pick you up… or else my butler, Alfred Pennyworth, will. Here's my card if you have any questions." Gar took the proffered piece of cardboard.

Wayne Enterprises

Bruce Wayne, CEO

Phone: 1-203-467-8900

"That's my business number. Here's my personal," Wayne said, writing a number on the back. And then he was gone, before Gar could say anything.

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A/N: Please review! I love reviews. Reviews make me happy. And happy writers like to write. So, if you want to use some really good logic, if by any chance anyone wants me to continue, a review would be a GOOD thing. ^-^ I plan for this to possibly contain some pairings later… if there are any, it's going to be Rob/Star and BB/Rae. Romance isn't going to be the main focus of this story, though. I don't think. I kind of haven't written much of it yet… I have the next few chapters firmly written down though, so there will bean update by this time next week for sure. I promise.