What's up? This is my first Teen Titans fan fic. I am the Samurai Rastafarian. As I have mentioned in my profile, I like crossover fics, so this is as such. I hope you enjoy the first chapter. Read, relax, and please review. Enjoy!

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Even Superheroes Need Help

Prologue

Deep within the busy complex that was S.T.A.R. Labs, Victor and Elinore Stone made their way into the main laboratory on notice of being called to that location. Elinor was a beautiful woman of African-American decent in her mid-40's. She was about 5' 7" in height, and had long, curly black hair with gray high-lights. Her eyes were a deep cashew, and her skin was a beautiful light brown.

Her son, Victor, was a towering 6' 2", and weighed over 230lbs, (and not an ounce was fat.) Save for his eyebrows, not a single hair was atop his head, and his eyes were blue, (unusual for his lineage.) While his mother wore a lab coat, black casual pants and high-heels, (all part of the dress-code in her work,) Victor wore a leather jacket over a white tank-top with black track-pants with red stripes down the sides, and black and blue high-top sneakers. Elinore was quite exited, for the reason they were called was the conclusion of a long-term research project. Victor, on the other hand, was far from exited.

"Tell me again," he said as he looked at his mother, boredom filled in his voice. "Why am I here?"

"Because," his mother said with a wide smile. "Your father's research on robotic limbs and my research on genome regeneration have both reached their conclusions and we want you to be there when we open the champagne." She then looked her son in the eyes. "Why aren't you exited, Victor?"

Victor lowered his head at first. He thought of a million reasons why he didn't want to be there. He only decided on a few, and let out a sigh of boredom and discomfort.

"For one, I really couldn't care less about science, and military research, and God knows what else you and dad do in this place. Two, I promised Steve that I'd help him work on his Shelby Cobra today, and three, I had football practice today, which started about ten minutes ago. And lastly, you know me and dad don't get along. The whole time he's been my dad, he hasn't called me son once. And he's always giving me guilt trips about taking sports instead of working here." He once again lowered his head, this time shrugging his shoulders as well.

Elinore put her arm around her son's lower back, (since she couldn't reach his shoulders.)"I know it's hard, son," she said in empathy. "But your father loves you. He just get's a little...insensitive at times, that's all."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Soon, they arrived at the robotics center. Different kinds of machinery was everywhere, and scientists wearing safety glasses and gloves in addition to their lab coats moved about in all directions, some carrying papers and others carrying various lab equipment.

Amidst the working scientists was Victor's father, Silas Stone. He was man of average height in his early-50's. He was wearing the same attire as his wife, brown boots in place of high-heels, and had the scruffiest goatee anyone could see. He, with several other scientists, was typing on a large computer. The computer's monitor read several read-outs of robotic limbs, plasma cannons, and various other data. When he noticed his wife and son had walked in, he immediately dropped what he was doing.

"Elinore!" he excitingly said as he embraced his wife, she returning the embrace. "I'm glad you could make it. Come on, have I got something to show you."

Paying little and virtually no attention to his son, Silas led his wife through a different hallway. Not wanting to be left behind and mistaken for a lab assistant, Victor followed closely behind his parents. Soon, they ended up inside a room with cybernetic parts everywhere; hung on walls, scattered on tables, everywhere. Silas then pressed a button on one of the many control panels. This caused two steel doors to slowly open, steam emitting from them as they cracked open. When the steam cleared, a large, humanoid, robotic frame with what appeared to be a plasma cannon mounted on the right arm could be seen.

"What's that?" said Victor.

Silas was a bit startled, not realizing his son was right behind him. "This, Victor," he said as he rose his hand up the frame. "Is the future of military warfare. No longer will American soldiers have to die in combat at a foreign country when their fighting for their own. No longer will women have to lose their husbands and sons in a battle they can't see. And no longer will we be losing a fight because we lack the strength in numbers. With thousands of these suits, and your mother's genome research, we could have the first real disposable army. Instead of wasting human lives to gain territory, we can send these cybernetic super-soldiers instead. A machine can be replaced; a human life can't."

Silas then let his shoulders sag, and then he let out deep sigh filled with grief. "If only my good friend Al Simmons was still alive today. He would've been blown away by this."

"Well, Victor," said a proud Elinore. "What do you " Victor said unenthusiastically.

"You think that's great," said Silas, unaware that his son wasn't the least bit interested in the project. "Wait until you see what's behind door number two."

Silas then made his way over to a different control panel. This one looked much more sophisticated than the other one did. First he did a retinal scan, then typed in the password, 'beyond-his-grasp'. As soon as he hit the return button, a small compartment on the panel opened up. A switch rose up from the compartment, and Silas threw it as soon as it rose. Just then, two more steel doors opened up. These doors took longer, since they were held shut with six mechanical locks that looked like each would need over 50lbs of plastic explosives to break through. Once the doors opened and the steam cleared, darkness was all anyone could see in that room. Some lights then flickered on, and a large cryogenic tube could be seen. Inside the tube was a sedated man, floating inside the liquids of the tube with a mask to help him breathe.

"This here," said Silas. "Is the one that made genome reconstruction possible. With his DNA, combined with nano-tech, bio-technology, and modern robotics, we can supply the military with countless cyber-soldiers. All we need now is sufficiant funds..."

Victor wasn't paying much attention to his father's little speech, mostly because he was trying to figure out who the person inside the tube was. He looked familiar to Victor; orange hair, thin but muscular body, and a very ill-favored look. 'Were did I see this guy before?' he thought to himself. He remembered watching TV at one of his friends house. The show was called, Worlds Most Dangerous Supervillians, and the one that got to Victor the most was the one who made number three in most people killed. Supposedly he had been doing it since he was ten years old. Then it hit him.

"Are you guys fucking nuts?!" yelled an angry Victor, making violent hand gestures and cutting off his dad's speech. "Do any of you pen-pushing jockeys know who this fool is?!"

"Kletus Cassidy."

Victor looked behind him and met eyes with a young, blonde haired, brown eyed woman wearing lab attire and a lab ID that read Sarah. "He's a serial killer and child molester," she said, her voice calm. "He's mentally unstable, extremely dangerous, unpredictable, and he likes to brag that he's killed more people than old-age."

"If you know he's dangerous, then why the hell is he here?" said Victor in Sarah's face.

"Simple." stated Sarah. "We need the genetic information from the alien creature that's bound to him. If we can successfully extract his DNA, it will take this project up more than just a notch."

"What if he wakes up?" said victor, obviously still upset.

"He won't wake up," said Sarah. "It would take an army alone to blow those doors open. The glass tube he's in is unbreakable, and we keep him sedated at all times. I assure you, there's absolutely nothing to worry about."

One of the scientists lost their footing, fell to the floor and curled up into a fetal position. When everyone drew their attention away from Victor and towards the scientist, they noticed that he was shivering uncontrollably. Silas quickly rushed to his side.

"You okay, buddy?" he said with concern.

The scientist slowly looked up at Silas, his eyes struck with terror.

"I...forgot...to put the tranquilizer..."

He didn't need to finish his sentence to get his point across. Every head in the lab turned their attention to the tube. Sure enough, the specimen was awake. Once he realized he was inside a glass tube, he began thrashing about violently.

"Not to worry," assured Sarah holding her hands in the air to get everyone's attention. "Like I said before, the glass is un-"

CRACK!

The alarm sounded as soon as the glass was cracked. Some of the scientists fled in terror while the rest in the lab looked on in horror as Kletus continued to put bigger cracks in the supposedly unbreakable glass. Within a matter of seconds, he had already punched a hole big enough to put his arm through. The liquid contents of the tube poured out of the hole like blood would exit a split artery.

"Oh, shit!" Silas exclaimed as he quickly ran back to the control panel in an attempt to close the doors. As soon as he hit the switch, the doors slowly began to close. The doors were only a few feet apart when the tube finally shattered, spilling water and life supporting fluids out of the door's gap. Just when the doors were almost closed, Kletus leaped out but was thrown to the ground due the tubes still attached to his mask being pinched in the closing doors. He staggered to his knees, and quickly tore the mask off and ripped the feeding tube out of his throat. He coughed up blood a few times, followed by vomiting a disgusting green substance. He then took a quick glance around the room he was in. How he got there was beyond him, but he had to escape, and fast before a certain wall-crawler or lethal protector made it to the S.T.A.R. Laboratories on account of the alarm. He had to act, but he couldn't do it alone. He needed his other.

He needed Carnage.

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Cyborg flew off of his maintenance panel, or his bed, and landed face first to the rug-less floor. As he slowly regained his footing, using his bed to support himself, he checked what time it was inside his database.

"3:34 in the morning," he groaned. "Man, not again..."

Ever since Brother Blood had failed to destroy the city using that giant cannon made from Cyborg's blueprints, Cyborg had been tormented with nightmares of his last day being human. That was over a month ago, and every night since then had been restless. Before, it would only happen once or twice a month. But now it was happening every night, keeping him from getting enough sleep and rendering him virtually exhausted during the day. Although he kept his mechanical components clean, fully charged, and in perfect condition, his organic components still needed rest and nourishment in place of repairs. Nourishment wasn't a problem. It was only the rest.

"Well," he said to himself. "I can't go back to sleep, so I might as well go see what's on TV."

Cyborg left his bedroom and slowly made his way towards the living room of Titans Tower. He didn't rush because the clanking of his metal feet darting through the tower might have woken the other Titans, and since it was still early morning nothing good was on anyway.

"Maybe I could pop a movie in," he thought.

When Cyborg made it to the living room, he was a bit surprised to find Raven sitting at the couch reading one of her books. Something, however, was a little off. Upon further examination, Cyborg could see that Raven wasn't wearing her cloak.

"Couldn't sleep?"she said without a hint of any kind of emotion.

Cyborg just shrugged. "Yeah..."

"Bad dreams?" she said while turning another page.

"...Yeah," said Cyborg a little confused. "How did you know?"

Raven now closed her book and looked at Cyborg. "I'm an empath, remember?" she said with a tone as serious as her look. "Your nightmares have kept me awake for over a month."

Cyborg felt a bit responsible and a bit angry at himself for keeping other people awake on account of his nightmares. Just when he was about to apologize...

"Don't be sorry," she said. "It's not your fault other people's nightmares keep me awake."

Cyborg only nodded in response. He then made his way over and sat on the couch, sitting roughly a few feet away from Raven. He then leaned his head back, let out a sigh, and stared at the ceiling, losing all interest to watch TV. He just sat there for a while, until Raven made her way behind him. She then leaned her head over his face so she could look him in the eye. As she did this, her hair draped down the sides of her face like dark purple curtains. Cyborg was mesmerized at her eyes and ajna chakra reflecting in the moonlight coming through the windows. These eyes were different as well. Instead of her usual cold, blank, glaring eyes, these were caring, concerned, worried eyes. To Cyborg's surprise, she put her hand on the human part of his face.

"What have you been dreaming about?" Despite Raven's look, her voice was still the same, monotone vibration. Cyborg slowly stood up turned around so he could face Raven properly. He took in a deep breath.

"It's not really a nightmare," he said. "It's more like...like a bad memory that haunts you in your sleep. Something that scars you for life." He lowered his head. "Something you never forget...no matter how hard you try." He then looked back at her. "It's about my last day...being human."

Raven gave him a look that basically said 'Go on.'

"Well, it all starts with my mom and I. We're heading to S.T.A.R. Labs when..."

Cyborg's words were cut off by a beeping sound coming from his arm. This struck him and Raven as odd. Who would be calling Cyborg in the middle of the night? Raven thought. Cyborg thought for a moment.

"Might be my grandpa," said Cyborg. "Probably not aware of the time change." Cyborg opened the panel on his arm and pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Vic? Is that you?" The voice sounded a bit exhausted but frantic at the same time.

"Uh, yeah. Who's this?"

"It's me, Pe.....arker. S..de...an"

"...What did you say?" The caller's phone was obviously cutting out.

"Oh, gi...m...reak. Thi...iece of cra...n't working!"

"What?"

"...that better?"

"Yeah, I can hear you now. Who are you, man?"

"It's me, Peter Parker!"

Cyborg face suddenly beamed with excitement. "Spidey? Oh, man! I haven't heard from you in a long-ass time! How you been?"

"Look Vic, nothing would make me happier right now than reminiscing with you, buddy, but I don't have much time. I need a BIG favor of you. Can you meet me by the sixth pier at the docks?"

"Yeah, no problem man. I'll be there in ten."Cyborg closed the panel on his arm.

"Who was it?" Raven asked.

"A good friend of mine," said Cyborg. "I gotta go pick him up. Wanna come?"

Raven shrugged her shoulders. "Might as well," she said. "I'm too hyped on your nightmare to go to sleep."

End Prologue

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Now I know most die-hard comic book fans will most likely scoff at this chapter, mostly because it drastically changes the mythos on how Victor Stone became Cyborg. I changed it for what I believe are good reasons. I figured that since this was a crossover, integrating the archetype and all, I might as well integrate the story as well. Please don't hate me. O.O

Anyway, I will update as often as possible. Take care.