Teen Titans: Season 1

Teen Titans Reboot
Season 1
Chapter 1 - Project Titan.

Metro city. 2015.

It's been one week since the death of Lady Amazon. The last hero of the international Hero Society, killed in cold blood by an unknown assailant. She wasn't the first. For the past 11 months. 7 of the worlds greatest heroes have been snuffed out. Violent affairs. They found Captain Speedblitz on the corner of 89th street. And the other half on 23rd. The White Fox was killed in her own home - outside of the guise of her superhero identity. Her husband found her on his way home from the office.

There are no leads. The Metro City Police department have denied their is any connection to any at large Super Villains that the Hero Society had left. No grudging villain has since taken any credit, and no nemesis of these saviors had known the secret identity of the victims. There is a murderer walking the streets of Metro City. One who killed the strongest beings to walk the planet. Vigilantism has dwindled. No one dares step into the shoes of such respected paragons of justice, lest they end up as nothing but blood in the streets.

With the Hero Society out of commission, crime has begun to run rampant across the sprawling metropolis. The police are doing what they can, but it's open season for the villains now. There is however, always hope...

One young teen has been left without a master. His personal hero killed in front of him. But now, he is directionless. He is swallowed in his despair, unable to think coherently of anything but vengeance. If he were to act now, he'd be beaten by the evils of this world. So instead, The dark haired swordsman stays holed up in his masters dojo. A broken shell of the hero he could have been.

But things will change shortly. And the catalyst for these events is an unknowing young girl named Cecily. For her path will soon cross with other lost adolescents, and their destinies will be legend.

They will be Titans.

Drake was over viewing several city blocks from a three story buildings. Robberies, murder, assault, and many other crimes were happening all at once, and he, was not to interfere until given orders.

He was on a mission for the man who showed him the way to peace, he followed every order to the letter and he didn't plan on disobeying now. He had orders to remain stationary until he received orders on his communicator, but he knew as soon as the orders were given, dozens of scum would be permanently wiped off the face of the planet.

He was lost in thought when his cell phone started to ring. He pulled the cellphone and read a text saying

The police are now far from your location. You may now began your mission"

A crooked smile came across his face and he put the phone up. He pointed his fist at three criminals assaulting an old man, and fired 3 spikes through the back of their heads. A triumph smile came across his face as the old man ran away without to much injury.

"Three pieces of scum down, only several dozen to go" he said climbing down to building. "This town will be cleansed of every sinner here, and anybody that stands in my way. Will be dealt with accordingly".

Cigarette stuck in between her lips, phone sitting on her lap and a radio in her hand listening for the latest crime updates, Cecily was doing the thing she did every day: Listen to the updates, choose on whether or not to act on them, or sit back and wish she had done something.

The moment the signal was called on the radio, the female rose to her feet, tucking it into her pocket. The location was rather close, maybe just five or so minutes away if she ran.

Taking a final drag from her cigarette, ashing it and tossing it into the trashcan, she then hauled off towards the scene.

Alright, Cecily... Keep your head on. Don't let anger get the best of you, you've got this. She thought, gritting her teeth. She stopped in her place when she had discovered that someone else had done the work for her. Eyes studding the scene, she put a hand to her hip.

The CB radio on the dash flared up with static and the two patrolling officers perked up to attention. Officer Reynolds was in the shotgun seat and reached up to press the outgoing message.

"This is Car 19 - Say again now?" He turned to his partner of 15 years sitting behind the wheel. He looked hesitant. Almost worried. The younger cop couldn't blame him for it. With the Hero Society...well...gone, things in Metro City have gone from a protective place to harsh and antagonizing beat. It was like the criminal element is working twice as hard just to spite the dead heroes. No doubt his partner was thinking the same thing he was. They were hoping this wouldn't be some sort of super powered psycho. The radio lit up again.

"We've gotten a call from a victim says some mystery man just saved him from a mugging." Officer Mac, the veteran, spoke quietly to his partner. "Sounds like we've got another hero out there after-all."

The radio cut him off.

"Guy says this shadow guy murdered three perps instantly. Some kind of stab wounds to their heads. It can't be pretty. Corner of 32nd and 33rd."

The cops looked at each other. Their faces grave and ashen. That didn't sound like any hero they knew. This guy could be just as crazy as the rest of them. Still, they undoubtedly had a job to do. One they've spent their whole lives trying to do. There was no other option.

"Car 19 is en route."

They flashed their lights and the two partners drove forward. Not knowing it was one of their last rides together.

Originally posted by immaturerainbow
Cigarette stuck in between her lips, phone sitting on her lap and a radio in her hand listening for the latest crime updates, Cecily was doing the thing she did every day: Listen to the updates, choose on whether or not to act on them, or sit back and wish she had done something.

The moment the signal was called on the radio, the female rose to her feet, tucking it into her pocket. The location was rather close, maybe just five or so minutes away if she ran.

Taking a final drag from her cigarette, ashing it and tossing it into the trashcan, she then hauled off towards the scene.

Alright, Cecily... Keep your head on. Don't let anger get the best of you, you've got this. She thought, gritting her teeth. She stopped in her place when she had discovered that someone else had done the work for her. Eyes studding the scene, she put a hand to her hip.

Suddenly - flashing lights.

Car 19 came to a screeching halt only a few feet away from the young girl. The two officers driving the vehicle opened their car doors. Officer Mac pulled his sidearm. Reynolds hollered at the suspect standing by the three bodies. This was bad news. Cecily's luck was about to get worse.

"FREEZE. PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR, NOW." Reynolds bellowed at the figure in the darkness. In the flaring blue and red lights, Reynolds could make out that the shape in front of him was young. A girl? What was she doing out here? After worrying about what kind of grisly scene would be here, a young girl was the last thing the two officers had expected to see.

Reynolds reached for his own sidearm as he approached. He unclipped the guard as he walked closer to Cecily.

He was thrown when he realized just how young she actually looked. His intensity waned.

"Miss...it's not safe for you to be out here like this. There should be some-" and that's when Officer Reynolds looked down at his feet. They were soaked in blood. What he had thought was a puddle of rainwater was in fact the crimson soaked spray of the victims. Their bodies were close together. Their heads were....

Reynolds gagged.

Officer Mac yelled out, nervously from the side of the car.

"You good!? What's wrong?"

He started to walk forward as well before Reynolds reached up to stop him. He retched. The bodies had been impaled through the head. A giant white spiked protrusion was stabbing through their faces. It was...it was the work of a super alright.

Mac noticed the same scene. Suddenly he broke out in a sweat.

"Did you do this Miss!?"

Stay calm, Cecily. You didn't do this.

Stepping away from the bloody scene but stopping before she was too close and comfortable with the officers, she rose her hands. There was no blood on her, no sign that she had been responsible for any of the deaths.

Looking around the scene, Cecily found no discomfort in it, she had seen many dead people since removing herself from her house. Headless, ripped apart, you name it.

Dropping her hands at her sides now, she locked her eyes onto the other male's. Normally, she'd have done something to leave by now, but both officers seemed much too upset and focused on whether or not she was the one who had done this.

"I came to the wrong place at the wrong time." She answered honestly, having wished that she had come but a few moments more to stop this all. "Unfortunately I wasn't able to catch the culprit."

Originally posted by immaturerainbow
"I came to the wrong place at the wrong time." She answered honestly, having wished that she had come but a few moments more to stop this all. "Unfortunately I wasn't able to catch the culprit."

The two police officers didn't buy it. Regardless or not, this woman had to be taken back to the station. Officer Mac, gun drawn, pressed the radio strapped to his right shoulder.

"We've got somone here. A younger girl. Requesting back-up at the scene."

They didn't need the back-up request to arrest this girl, but they certainly couldn't leave the scene alone - all the blood and the violence.

"Send a wagon. Three deceased here" Mac finished into his radio.

Reynolds knew his partners gun was drawn and aimed down the sights at the young girl. It was harsh, sure. But it was protocol in times like this. You can never be too careful in the new Metro City. Things were never going to end up like they seemed. Reynolds didn't know it, but his thinking was right on the ball. He approached Cecily, who's hands were still at her sides.

"Your hands, I want you on your knees with your hands up on the back of your head." He unclipped the handcuffs attached at the back of his belt. Getting closer, he could tell she was pretty. She looked delicate.

He'd still cuff her.

Cecily was at a loss, if she ran -- she was screwed and would be considered someone not to trust. If she gave up, she could possibly take on charges for a crime she did not commit.

****, she thought, eyes lurking about trying to plan out exactly what she was going to do.

Slowly, she got down onto her knees, raising her arms so that she could rest them behind her head. She had no weapons on her, but that was only because she never needed to use them. Feeling blood seep into her clothes, she gave a light cringe at how it was still warm.

"I hope you know that I'm not actually the one who did this.."

Originally posted by immaturerainbow
Cecily was at a loss, if she ran -- she was screwed and would be considered someone not to trust. If she gave up, she could possibly take on charges for a crime she did not commit.

****, she thought, eyes lurking about trying to plan out exactly what she was going to do.

Slowly, she got down onto her knees, raising her arms so that she could rest them behind her head. She had no weapons on her, but that was only because she never needed to use them. Feeling blood seep into her clothes, she gave a light cringe at how it was still warm.

"I hope you know that I'm not actually the one who did this.."

Officer Reynolds approached the young girl kneeling in a pool of blood. As he stepped closer, he felt his footing slip in the blood. It wouldn't do well for forensics, but with a suspect in tow he had no choice. He grabbed Cecily by her wrists and she was handcuffed. He looked over to Mac and couldn't make out his face from the squad car lights.

His partner was in dire straights.

While Officer Reynolds was speaking to the young woman, asking her to get on her knees, a strange whisper attracted Mac's attention. He looked behind him slightly, sparing a glimpse of taking his eyes off the girl. There was no one there, but all the same, Mac was sure he heard someone call out to him. He turned back to his partner to tell him to stand down for a moment, but that's when the cold shiver ran up the nape of his neck. It was like a phantom finger caressing his bare skin. And then the whispers were in his own head.

"Excuse me...Officccccccccerr Mac. You're not of any use in this story."

And then Officer Mac's body was not his own. He felt a sensation as if he was being undressed, but his body was rigid and unmoving. Panic set behind Officer Mac's eyes and the last thought of his own was of his nephew's ninth birthday party that weekend and how he had been looking forward to giving him his gift, a signed first edition of his favorite bo- and suddenly Officer Mac was gone.

Or his consciousness, rather.

In this new body, Mac turned his gun on his partner. He aimed down the sights. At this point, the young girl was already handcuffed. The mind inside of Officer Mac used his new face to smile. He'd come here to kill this girl. And now she was dead to rights.

Officer Reynolds meanwhile looked up at his partner. He lifted his hand to call him over, and that's when the first bullet ripped through his throat. He felt the warm splash of his own blood soak his chest and he fell backwards over the curb, landing hard on his ass. He reached upwards as he slumped to his back and the silhoutte of the his hijacked partner engulfed him. Another shot blew three fingers off his left hand. The younger officer tried to scream out in pain but instead a fresh splash of black and red death sprayed out of his open neck. He would have fell on his back and died within minutes if the New Mac hadn't shot him a third time in the mouth, burrowing out the back of his head. He collapsed dead on the sidewalk next to the young girl. The keys to the handcuffs dropped his side.

The man inside Officer Mac's mind stepped closer to Cecily. His gun was no longer pointed at her. Instead, he was stifling laughter. It had been too long since he was able to last Hijack.

He reached out to the girl. Cupped her chin as though she was an old lover. And this man who Cecily had never met spoke to her as though he knew her intimately.

"Cecily....your old pictures didn't do you justice. You really were gorgeous."

Selina quickly flipped the pages of a physics book she had already read and cross referencing information with sites on her phone, if any of the other patrons at the cafe were to look at her she would just look like another teen flipping through her phone when she was supposed to be reading the book she was obviously just toying with. The young speedster was having a rough time with her powers, ever since she first felt the connection to the speed force she had to conscientiously slow herself down in order to blend with to normals around her, at least she could still think fast with no one catching on to her secret. Selina saw the time on her phone and finally looked up to see it was getting dark, she gave a sigh, it wasn't wise to walk around the city at this time when the lowlife criminals came out of hiding cause the higher up criminals go home at night now.

The teen began her trek home at a "slow" pace since it was dangerous for meta-humans right now since the big heroes were getting bumped off what chance did she have against these meta-human hunters. Selina made sure she kept her head up and walk with purpose, most lower criminals that roamed at night were cowards and only picked out the weak like animals in the wild. As she came closer to her apartment that her mentor set up for her, she heard a cry for help it sounded like a young boy. Selina balled up her fist, she knew no one would come out of their homes to help, without the heroes everyone was scared and she couldn't blame them because she was afraid too. Another scream could be heard, Selina took a breath as she made her mind up. "Damn," she breathed as she took her mask from her pocket.

She sped off to the sound of the cries and was led to a group of wanna-be thugs surrounding a boy from her school, he was younger then her and soft spoken, too weak to be walking around at this time of night. A woman took out a knife and pushed the kid up against a light post, they were just toying with him, he probably didn't have money so they would use him for entertainment. Suited up in her full scarlet outfit Selina picked up a trash can lid and threw it like a Frisbee nailing the female in the back of the head, she dropped to her knees and held her head and screamed in pain. The rest of the group turned and as they saw the scarlet clad teen they scattered and ran away leaving the boy and the woman still on her knees.

Selina sped to the boy and helped him to his feet, "get home, it's not safe out here..." she said knowing it wasn't safe anywhere, not anymore. The kid picked up his bag and hurried off. She then looked down at the girl she hit with the trash lid and didn't see any blood.

"What, hero, you gonna take me to the cops...damn those assholes just left me," the woman said through her teeth. Selina walked passed the woman, "I just did what I had to, now get the hell out of here before I decide what to do with you," she says angrily. The female reached to pick her knife up but her hand was met with a scarlet boot, "nuh-uh, that belongs to me, spoils of war and all," she said, matter-of-factly. "*****..." the woman replied then ran off. Selina smiled then picked up her new knife before closing it and slipping it in to her sash, she didn't need it but it was better with her then with that woman.

Not far off from where Selina's scarlet red boot was getting to know the faces of several street thugs, a man sat at a large series of computer screens. The light's flashing and whirling from the banks of monitors the only light in the darkness of what was presumably a vast room. A man sat at the viewscreens, grumbling to himself. He wore a dark violet hood pulled over his head, flowing into a cape behind him. He typed endlessly a series of codes and numbers into several different keyboards on the desk in front of him.

A series of blinking lights were displayed on what looked like a global satellite map of Metro City. The Hood stared at this map intently, got up from his chair and approached it. A gloved hand rubbed the screen as he counted the small glowing yellow dots that were blinking intermittently.

6 dots on the screen. Some of them moving, others still. The Enhanced. The Hood had studied them from afar, in secret. His fallen "allies" in the fight against crime always considered him paranoid. Dangerous. But in the end, HE was the only one left. And now he needed to establish another power in the city. To protect those who found themselves with no protectors.

Speakers were crackling with sound. The Hood had been trained to pick out audio from a thousand different places, and could listen to multiple police reports at once. He picked up the voices of Officers Reynolds and Mac. When they marked their locations over their communications with dispatch, he turned back to his map of enhanced, alarmed.

They were heading towards one of The Hoods blinking yellow dots. E-101. The dot that represented Cecily. Concerned, he began preparations for extraction. His dead friends would have called his extractions "invasive" but they were dead now. They were all dead. And if he didn't act soon -

Suddenly a strange beep came from that GPS sat-map of the City. Next to E-101, another light began to blink. This one red. Who the hell? An unmarked Enhanced in Metro City? And they were right on top of E-101.

The Hooded Man punched a series of keys into a key-pad in the corner of his desk, and waited...

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Officer Mac's rigid cold pistol raised to Cecily's forehead. The man behind the eyes felt his new face grow hot. He flashed with anger. Here he was, not quite in the flesh, and Cecily was speechless. In his moment of triumph, she wouldn't even utter a cry of pain or fear. Well, before he was done with her, she'd know fear.

"You can play it cool all you want. I've seen you at your worst. I've seen sides of you that would shock you now. And now I've got you here. He isn't here to protect you anymore. And she's dead, too. Do you know what she said, before I stabbed her through her heart?" The man in the body of Officer Mac asked, growing more vicious as he spoke.

"She told me she loved-"

Suddenly, Cecily was engulfed in a blue light. It surrounded her like an aura, and in a flash, she was gone.

The man Officer Mac's body screamed - not physically - but inside this hijacked mind. Realizing the futility of staying here, he gave Officer Mac his body back.

When Mac regained consciousness, he surveyed the scene. His partner was riddled with blood and bullets. The girl, the young suspect was gone. He went to the lifeless body of his partner and could only manage an agonized moan, clutching his brother, his partner, his friend....

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Back in The Hood's dwelling, a silver stage platform began to glow. It roared to life, and as the room grew slightly hotter from the power, a sudden flash of blue light showed off the entirety of The Cave. A number of assorted vehicles and display cases were visible for just a moment, and then a young girl was kneeling on the platform itself.

It was Cecily.

The Hood didn't speak to her, merely turned his back on her. He typed another series of commands into his computer.

Considering he brought one here, he'd have to bring the others as well.

The Silver stand lit again, and soon, a small group of heroes would be plucked from their lives against their will, with no warning. Transported directly to The Hood...

Anxiousness was not a feeling Oliver Sabel was a fan of. He didn't like how restless he felt and he was highly irritable with his parents the entire day. He tried to calm himself by going for a jog around the neighborhood but it didn't help. He went to an early matinee after he returned home and showered. Sitting in the movie theater did nothing but add to his restlessness, however. Returning home again, he tried to play some video games but even that couldn't hold his attention. He decided to quit trying and headed up to his room.

Before he made it to the stairs, he saw his parent's in the kitchen cooking together. He let out a quiet sigh and apologized to them for being so irritable all day. He sat at the kitchen table and gave them the run down on how he was feeling and they had nothing to say save for them hoping he felt better. He told them that he was going to go lay down and they said they'd call for him when they finished cooking.

As he made his way up to his room, he started to feel guilty about not telling his parents about the letter he got from his friend in A. R. G. U. S, Steven Trevor. The letter was a simple one asking Oliver, or Olli as he told everyone to call him, for his help in protecting Metro City seeing as the former heroes were all murdered. Olli reluctantly agreed because it was obvious the city needed all the help it could get. It was no secret that Metro City was quickly becoming as dangerous as Gotham. And without anyone to step in to put the majority of the jerks who liked nothing more than utter chaos in check, it was soon surpass the danger level of Gotham City and become closer in status to Blüdhaven.

Olli's parents knew his stance on wanting to remain as normal as he could considering he could stop the motion of virtually anything with a simple hand gesture. And they said they respected that seeing as they were the ones who originally sent him to A. R. G. U. S. in the first place. He often thought of how he might have reacted if he was a parent and his child suddenly started to display powers. That was what helped him to forgive them a long time ago and make with the situation. But he quickly filed those memories away and went back to feeling guilty.

Before he could rationalize anything any further, he was surrounded by a bright blue light and was suddenly no longer walking into his room. He immediately lurched forward and was sick. After regaining his composure, his training from A. R. G. U. S. kicked in and he quickly took in his surroundings. There were things that caused him to lower his guard as fast as it was raised, including the fact that he was surrounded by a group of kids. He wasn't expecting this and was sure that was what was showing on his face.

Cecily watched as the man's eyes change during the hijack. She watched calmly as it took place, knowing now that this man was no longer the officer, but someone else. She was not quite sure who had taken over the officer. It was later confirmed by the statement that later then passed the male's lips.

She watched silently as the bloody scene took place, not cringing nor looking away. If death were to come to her, she'd still go down with a fight, even if she were to be handcuffed. If the one who overtook the officer's mind knew just anything about her, he knew that she had willingly been cuffed, and could easily remove them should she have chosen to. As some of the blood splattered from the dying man's neck, she could feel some of it warm her legs, in light trickles.

Her attention went back to the male as he then stepped closer to her, eyes now focusing onto his, doing anything she could to predict any movements of his that could possibly get her killed or injured. She was quickly shocked when her chin was scooped up into his hands, eyes now narrowing into a disturbed angle.

"Pictures?" She questioned, through grit teeth, nose wrinkling at how calmly he spoke to her and at the tone that came from him. "You say that as if you know me." Wiggling her head out of his grasp, she gave her neck a slight crack, deciding not to escape from the handcuffs just yet. "I look no different aside from longer hair."

She was quickly taken again by surprised at how he once again raised the pistol back to her forehead. As the cold barrel pressed against her warm skin, she nodded, accepting the fate. She could escape many things, but a gunshot? It would take a lot of skill and speed to be able to escape such a thing as that.

Silently, she listened to the man converse with the other, through just the single body. She could pick up on who was who, but it was rather difficult to figure out what they were talking about. As the blue light had swayed her away, she allowed it to.

Now on her knees, kneeling down onto a platform, Cecily rose her eyes and opened her eyes. Her eyes scanned the area, and she slowly rose herself up.

She had many questions, but instead of asking them right away, she allowed curiosity to overcome her, stepping closer to the male, but looking around as she did.

As the young summoned heroes gathered upon the teleporter, The Hood pressed a button on the dash of his computer consoles and the room lit up.

The young heroes were illuminated in the darkness. The Hood continued to type a series of keys into his bank of consoles as the younger heroes looked around. There were three that had been summoned. Selina - the speedster. Ollie - the empath. And Cecily - the special one. The Hood looked to his lighted GPS Map - there were more lights still blinking. Not all of them had been pulled after all. No matter. It was only a matter of time before they were all gathered and Project Titan was in full effect.

Selina's eyes widened when she saw where she was. It was enormous! Shed never been here before, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the place was familiar. Maybe The Flash had shown her something like this place? Maybe he had - she paused. She hadn't thought about Flash since his death, and all of a sudden her eyes welled with tears. She looked over at the other girl in the room with her and then quickly looked away. She didn't want anyone to see her cry.

The Hood turned back to the young group of gathered enhanced and frowned. They were shabby. He approached Olie first.

"You're in charge for the first mission."

He pressed three data pads in the young mans hand. Men were better in charge. Women were unpredictable. Emotional.

"Press the button on the corner for the HUD. Your briefing will play."

He turned to Cecily now.

"You. Girl. Before I pulled you there was another enhanced with you. Who was it?" He grabbed her by the arm, perhaps a little too hard.

Selina blinked away her tears, she would have to push her grief aside for the moment, the hooded figure began to speak as he approached the boy and put something in his hand. She needed to process what was going on, thinking back to recent events; heroes being hunted down, a mysterious letter asking to form a team, the random teleport, the man talking about a mission leader, he must of been the sender, thanks to her recent connection to the speed force she felt like a like she could think aster and clearer, it was something she'd have to get used to.

The speedster's eyes widen as the man approached the other girl and grabbed her arm forcefully, she sped to the Hoods side and grabbed his wrist. "Hey let her go!" She orders forcefully. Closer she recognized the mans cloak, she seen Flash meet with this man many times before to trade information.

"Your the Hood, right?" Selina questioned. She let go of the mans wrist, "you're the one that sent the letters...but I hadn't made up my mind yet," she says mostly to herself.

Looks like this won't be renewed for another season