Hope y'all haven't gone and forgotten me. Put simply, my last attempt at this (after a few months) I felt became too broad and mixed in way too many things. I felt that while certain events/parts were cool, it was losing the flavor of "Teen Titans" and becoming "Near-stream-of-consciousness-crossover-hell".

Well, I'm back and giving this story another go. There will be some noticeable differences and there will be some easily spotted similarities.

Hope you're ready.

Chapter 1: A Sticky Situation

The morning sun rose over the distant horizon, casting a bright glow upon the land, lengthening the shadows of anything caught within it. People awoke, shuffling about their kitchens, searching for coffee or whatever they used to brace themselves for a day's onslaught. They moved about, slowly becoming more cheerful than others and enjoying the sun's warming glow.

Sadly, the warming glow also had at least one person sweating. Eryth appeared to the casual observer to be a teenage boy, perhaps late teens, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses, and a jagged red tattoo looking more like a scar than anything covered the left side of his face. Perhaps, he reflected, I might not be sweating were I wearing something different. His black, knee-length coat had been torn in several battles, and was now patched in a rather odd manner with criss-crossing lines of duct tape. His pants were of a similar design; black, though without the tape repair job. Most of his appearance was normal, but the human features were an illusion, nothing more than a hologram.

He stepped through the streets, occasionally sending water from the previous night's storm spraying out under his feet, the two chains hanging from the front of his belt draping down to the back clinked threateningly, giving the goth-apparent a distinctly creepy air about him. He strolled casually through the streets whistling a rapid tune to a metal ballad. He knew his destination, and had mixed feelings about it. The Teen Titans were a superhero group, and he was apparently going to be the newest member. He didn't dread the idea of joining them, but didn't particularly seem enthralled by it either. The only one he had ever spoken with face to face was a red-headed alien, and her personality had clashed with his on first sight, when she failed to interpret the meaning of "shut up".

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Something black flashed by in the puddle-filled street alongside him, and Eryth stood dripping, eyes blazing furiously behind the black sunglasses as he watched the sports car speed by.

Tony Stark must have had an odd sense of humor, He realized when he designed these. They are still showing parts of me I have been hiding. He was glaring at the receding car, and his teeth ground together furiously, revealing his fangs. He realized that he was letting his control slip again and managed to regain what composure a drenched-to-the-bone teenager could.

Then he had an idea.

He looked down at his gloves, which had holes allowing his fingers to show. They were studded with spikes. Sharp spikes. No one would find it odd that someone with such accessories and a strange personality as his would be doing something like he was about to. Looking up at a building across the street, he saw that it was still under construction. Turning, he ran out into traffic, sprinting, halting and leaping around the cars. Bracing himself, he leapt at the building, clinging to the sheer surface. Once he had gained a height level with one of the cranes, he braced himself and leapt.

On the way down, he was relieved to see that the sports car was held up at a busy intersection. Grinning, he caught the crane cable, his momentum swinging him and sending him flying up and over the vehicles at an alarming speed. He was beginning to descend now on the sports car, intent on giving the driver a nasty surprise, when a black and red blur shot out of the blue and slammed into him.

"OOLPH!"

Eryth and the mystery assailant tumbled through the air and crashed into the roof of a nearby building. Both recovered their footing at the same time. The half-wolf assumed a combat stance, but was whipped back and hanging upside down by his feet before he could do anything. Rotating, he flipped upwards, moving with the uppercut, and passed his hands over the webbing holding him. The strands snapped immediately, and he found himself facing someone who looked somewhat like a teenage clone of Spider-Man. The costume itself was mostly black, save for stylized red web patterning along the sides of his boots and gloves. The chest, back, and shoulder area was also red, laced over in black webbing with a massive spider whose legs wrapped around his torso and connected at the back. The mask itself was entirely black, save for a thin red line around the eyelenses. The costume did its job in hiding and no sign of the wearer's face could be seen.

Eryth's eyes widened. I didn't think Webs would be showing up here.

"Changed costumes, silk-brain?"

The spider-mimic stared back.

"Eryth? Whoa..you shaved..."

"No, I just got an image inducer from the Xavier before I left." the teenager said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small device that looked like a tiny remote control. "They wouldn't have let me on the plane if I hadn't used it. I don't think we'll run into any paranoid people while we're here, so I can probably lose this thing."

"Hold onto it man. You look like you could actually get a girl that way." Webs quipped.

Eryth's eyes narrowed. "Speaking of girls, Beast says you're still the most annoying ladies man there is."

"Is that so?" Webs asked, looking offended.

"He says Kid Flash has ten times the flirting skills that you do."

"Aw, now you're just being mean. Wait..." he said, realizing something. "Did you go back to Xavier's?"

"More like dragged back." Eryth sighed, remembering the first time he had gone berserk. He, and the people in the area had Nightcrawler to thank for keeping the moment casualty-free. Despite incredible fighting skills, the black-haired teen still lived with the fear of his rage breaking loose.

"So," his friend asked, "Where are you off to?"

He handed him the datapad from Xavier. His friend's eyes bulged.

"You're kidding me," he said, disbelieving..

"Nope. Me, the freak with a twisted perception of the world, and they want me with the Teen Titans. I don't get it either." he said, shrugging.

"No, no, its not that. Come on, I'll explain on the way."

They leapt from the building, Eryth's boots leaving dents in a semi, and the spider-wannabe swinging on ahead a little ways before looping back, landing gracefully on the back of the vehicle.

Eryth looked at him, realizing something.

"Hold on," he said, eyes narrowing "Dare I ask what you meant by "on the way"?"

"Ah, well, it seems Pops felt I'd need some time with people of my kind."

"Then why's he sending you to the Teen Titans?"

"Your sense of humor is biting. But no worse than your bark, or your breath for that matter."

Eryth shrugged, figuring the argument was becoming pointless anyway. Finding himself alongside his wise-ass childhood friend couldn't be too bad, provided Harry didn't annoy the hair off him.

Webs yawned.

"Gettin' dark out dude, I'll put forth the vote we stop in a hotel."

"For once you have my agreement." Eryth replied dryly.

Ah well, he thought, At least nothing could go wrong between here and there.

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"Good morning!" Someone shouted happily, her jubilant voice slicing like a knife through the dark cover known as sleep.

Too happily, Raven thought. Of course, its Starfire. Only she would be persistent enough to try every possible combination to get into my bedroom. Raven opened her eyes, rubbing sleep from them with the back of one hand.

"Starfire," she said, deadpan and tired, "What are you doing in my room?"

"Oh I am sorry Raven, but I needed something for Grib-Yalup; the Tameranian Day of Imitation."

Yawning, the sleepy teen's eyes finally focused.

And bulged in shock.

Starfire was indeed standing there, but not in her usual attire. She appeared to be wearing Robin's pants, and boots, combined with One of Beast Boy's tofu-stained shirts. She'd even found a piece of metal and a red diode, which she'd stuck over one eye. Raven watched, utterly confused, but not showing it as Starfire went over to her closet.

"Oh you are not thinking of..." she began.

It was too late. Starfire had grabbed the cape and sprinted out the door before Raven could finish the sentence.

For Raven, a morning shower usually served two purposes; to get cleaned up, and to give herself a proper wake up.

Well, Star's spoiled the latter with her enthusiasm She thought, drying herself and putting on one of her usual black leotards before grabbing an extra cape and walking downstairs. As she walked in, she felt something tug on her waist, pulling her forwards slightly. Raven looked down.

First one of her capes, now her belt. She wondered if what her friend would do next. Fortunately she realized, my shoes would take more effort to get off, and she already has Robin's footwear anyway.

The other team members were already eating as Raven entered, deciding to start with tea before moving onto an actual meal. She didn't think she could sit at the table right then anyway, not with Starfire there.

Cyborg had been up earlier than any of the others, getting waffles ready. He certainly seemed to like feeding them to everyone at breakfast, usually making too much batter in his enthusiasm for the hot syrupy things.

The room's atmosphere changed noticeably when Starfire entered. Cyborg suddenly seemed to think that the batter needed "just a bit of extra stirring", and her half machine friend's back was soon facing them as he stirred, shaking not from exertion, but from suppressed laughter at Starfire's appearance.

Robin's reaction was much like Raven's. He seemed to tolerate the alien's odd appearance, though only just. The expression on his face told Raven that he wished she were in her usual attire, and not dressed so strangely.

Beast Boy would usually talk while eating, and thus wind up spitting food occasionally, but this time he was spewing without talking, and he fell off his seat choking from giggles.

"Friend Beast Boy, are you alright?" Starfire asked, getting up and walking around to the other side of the table. If anything, Beast Boy not seeing her appearance had helped, but upon seeing her again, he burst out into a hacking giggle, and immediately began choking.

Sighing, exasperatedly, Raven stood up from where she was on the couch, and walking over, kicked Beast Boy's chest as hard as she could. She pulled her foot back to avoid the mess he hacked up from his position on the floor.

"What made him ill?" Starfire asked.

"I think you are imitating too many people." Raven said. She shut her mouth quickly, realizing what she had just said.

"Ah! How right you are. I shall only impersonate one person." the redhead said proudly, before flying off.

"She gone yet?" Cyborg asked, his back still turned towards them.

"Star's only dressing like one of us now." Robin said

"That's some good news," he said. Turning, he grinned cheerfully. "Anyone still up for more waffles?"

"As soon as my brain cells stop killing themselves." Raven said, raising the book again.

"N-none for me.." Said Beast Boy, "Raven, you could have killed me!" he shouted, managing to regain the full use of his voice.

"And what a tragedy that would be." Raven sighed, sitting down. She realized her remark might have been a bit ruder than intended, but then again, her morning so far had not been a pleasant one.

And it was about to get worse.

"Raven!" Someone- and she knew how- shouted from behind her. "I am now imitating only one person!"

Cyborg dropped the bowl of batter, and the glass container shattered on the floor. Beast Boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he turned. Robin only glanced, but wound up jabbing himself in the chin with a forkful of his breakfast when he did.

Knowing what was coming, Raven turned around and looked. Even she had to admit, Starfire had done a good job.

With what at first seemed to be a wig, but Raven realized to be hair dye, Starfire had dyed her hair in only ten minutes. Raven had changed the password again, and didn't care to know how her friend had deciphered it so fast, but Starfire was now a taller, orange-skinned twin to the mystic. She'd even used a diamond-shaped shard from the diode and glued it to her forehead.

Raven's eyes narrowed as she fought to hold back a slight giggle at her friend's ridiculous appearance.

"Starfire, please tell me you will not be seen in public like that." she said.

"But it is the Tameranian Day of Imitation." she said. "I must dress in imitation of someone."

Debate on the topic was stalled however, as the alarm decided to go off at that point.

"Titans, GO!"

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"So, any idea on how to get over to the tower?" Webs asked that morning staring at the T-shaped structure out on the island..

"I thought you were supposed to have a plan." Eryth said.

"Can you doggy-paddle?"

"I am dying from laughter."

"Well, then that means you won't get to the tower."

"As I said,-"

"Well, you're not dead, so unless you want me to kill you, I'd like to hear some real ideas on how we get to the tower."

"I didn't hear you coming up with any." Eryth replied, keeping his voice flat.

"So then, looks like we doggy-paddle."

"Ok, never mind then."

Webs was silent. Eryth's ears twitched.

"Do you hear that?" he asked.

"I hear nothing."

"Good, lets keep it that way."

An explosion forestalled any further conversation.

"What the?" Webs said, turning around. Eryth whirled, seeing debris flying behind them.

"I swear, if its another over-muscled guy, claiming to be the strongest there is, I'm going to be mad," the Sonic Spider said as he and Eryth sped off across the rooftops, the webspinner looping around several times due to his greater speed. "Hey, any reason you never got a super-snappy nickname like mine?"

"The more names you have, the more fun people can make of you." Eryth answered, dropping off the side of one building and kicking off from it towards another before scrambling to the rooftop.

"And how come you never got a costume? Spandex attracts chicks like there's no tomorrow!"

"And it rides up in the crotch." Eryth finished.

"But at least its more attractive than black, more black, chains and spikes." Webs said eagerly, still not understanding his friend's clothing preferences.

"Only in your own little world." Eryth sighed.

"Dude, you could show of your muscles more if you wore spandex!" Webs grinned, stopping and perching atop a chimney.

"Of course, and then I'd attract one of those girls with no common sense whatsoever."

"That's only in comic books and TV shows."

"This isn't TV, Harry."

"Speak for yourself fuzzy. Its weird enough. Some freaky lady tried to seduce me on my way here and all I wanted was a haircut. I might have stayed if my spider-sense hadn't been going off like crazy."

"That thing still works fine then?" Eryth asked, cutting power to a nearby office complex by slashing a power line and swinging down almost to street level before the slack gave out and pulled him back up to rooftop level.

He was promptly knocked off the line by a large crystal orb and sent crashing into the pavement below. Groaning, he got up, feeling one wrist already broken from the fifty foot drop. "Ah crud.."

He ducked another attack, this time it was a small rocket that spun wildly and blew the area into a cloud of debris and smoke. His ears twitched and he spun around just in time to see a hand rush at his face. Bringing one hand up, he blocked the black hand, instinctively spinning its owner-

-into thin air? His ears twitched again at the sound of rushing air behind him and he spun in a kick that knocked the assailant backwards. He briefly wondered where his friend was, but Webs' body flying by answered the question for him. Flipping forward and catching sight of several others, he would have landed a solid kick to the dark attacker's chest, but another orb hit him and he suddenly found himself sealed inside a bluish orb. Noticing Webs in a similar trap, he managed to get a look at the attackers.

Oh no. He thought. Its another group of the kids in silly outfits. His initial attacker looked like the storekeeper had run out of the good costumes and sold the guy a batman outfit that had soon been cut up and worn as though the buyer had tried too hard to look cool. Villain number two looks like a total weirdo, but that eye thing seems to be what trapped us. Eryth thought, making a mental note to watch out for the one-eyed boy. The third and fourth were easily the most bizarre. One was a girl who looked like she did most of her shopping at Hot Topic, and decided to style her hair in the most startling manner possible. Despite the odd appearance, her casual grace suggested that she was quite fast and not one to be toyed with. The other was something that could have passed off as a badly mutated version of his friend; a boy with a spider's head. Had she not been standing with them, Eryth wouldn't have even counted the fifth member as one of the group. She was wearing black flares, a white tank top, and a blue denim jacket. hardly the most intimidating of villains. Eryth thought before Webs spoke up from inside his eye.

"Are you guys from the lame-legion?" he shouted, voice echoing flatly in the sphere.

"Depends if you're from th-" the pink-haired one started before her blonde ally opened her mouth.

"Lame? Oh my god! This clothing is the latest fash-"

"Quiet." the first speaker said. "Before I regret my decision to allow you on this team."

"Little team-friction there?" Eryth called before the girl swung her arm out with a flash, causing the street itself apart and send the eye spinning into the air. Skittering out, the spider-head caught the eye and Eryth with two of his front legs and tossed it over to the other girl.

Yep...stronger than she looks...Eryth thought as the blonde managed to slap him back over to the half-spider. I feel like a volleyball...

"Well they're having fun." Jinx sighed, looking over at the other trapped hero. "Hey, stop goofing off and lets get these two back to the Academy!"

Webs grinned up at her from his seat in the orb. "Don't you wanna handle those guys first?" he asked casually.

See-More, Kid Wykyyd and Jinx whipped around to see what he was talking about, and Webs used the moment to crawl forward inside the eye at great speed, rocketing into her and knocking the sorceress flat as he made a rather awkward bid for freedom with a cheeky "Woohoo!"

"After him!" Jinx shouted, leaping into the air and grabbing See-More's wrists as his eye stretched, inflated and carried them into the sky. Below them, Wykyyd folded his cloak in and shot into the ground. Kitten and Fang seemed reluctant to follow, but the spider-villain webbed Eryth to the side of a building -still in his trap- before swinging to the skyscraper surfaces with his girlfriend.

Eryth sat there, twenty feet up in the air with a broken wrist and wishing he'd brought a book along. He didn't wait long before he heard a voice and found himself staring straight at a pair of large green eyes almost hidden by a blue hood.

"You are not up here by choice, are you?" Starfire asked.