THIS IS AN AU UNIVERSE INSPIRED BY THE WORK OF THE DEVIANT ARTIST CARRINTH!!

Beast Girl's new name is Eloise Logan, meaning battle maiden, relating to Garfield which means battlefield. She'd embarrassed by the name so prefers being called Beast Girl or 'Elle'. I know Carrinth had the name as Agetha but Eloise relates better.

Cyborg's name is Cy or Victoria Stone as a feminine form of Victor. Same as Carrinth.

Robin is Robyn or Rebecca Grayson (Carrinth made it up). Taken from Carrinth.

Raven is Revan …because it's pretty close to his actual name and I think it works better than any of the alternatives authors have tried in gender-bending stories.

Starfire is Kor' which is a false masculinization of the origin-less alien-name Kor'andor given to the Tameranean by the Marvel Universe

Masaka: Yah, yah I know this episode is actually not listed as episode one but I want to start there then flip back to the way things REALLY went in the story (probably not including movie events or that guitar-guy episode). I want you all to be comfortable with the changes so I'm going my way

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Rebecca Grayson, a.k.a. Robyn the Girl Wonder, had spent the greater portion of her life learning martial arts. She'd continuously added to her skills as a fighter, building her strength up and honing her capabilities so that the next time someone she loved was in trouble, she'd be able to handle it.

Unfortunately, for all her physical prowess, there was one particular challenge that nothing on this green earth could prepare her for and that…was interacting with the opposite sex.

Of course, to be perfectly honest, even if Robyn had been raised as a debutant she probably wouldn't have the skills necessary to deal with her current object of contention, Kor'andor.

The high prince of the distant planet Tameran was not exactly what you'd call 'a typical teenager.' He was exuberantly emotional, awe-inspiringly powerful and …eccentric to a tee.

Kor tried his best to accommodate to Earthen customs, but it wasn't hard to see that he just didn't understand. Example, that one horrifying Valentine's Day when he'd given Robyn a pig's heart as a gift because, and I quote "it IS a day for the exchanging of hearts, is it not?"

Kor also didn't understand anything about fashion. And not just in the usual teenager way. The alien wore a purple and chrome uniform that wouldn't be unsuited to a cast-member on Star Quest and often accessorized it with gaudy trinkets that belonged better on a woman than a beautiful muscular male like himself.

But the worst part of all of this was the fact that this alien prince… happened to be Robyn's fiancé.

Oh, Robyn wasn't being auctioned off in a bid for intergalactic peace or anything. Technically, she didn't even have to stay engaged if she didn't want.

The thing was when Kor'andor first crash-landed on the Earth some nine years ago; Robyn had stumbled into a Tameranian courting ritual, in which a female would battle a male for the rights to bare his offspring. A single lucky-strike to the mid-riff and the ever dutiful Kor had declared himself to be Robyn's, for as long as she so wished.

(A/N: Actually this is probably FAR from how an uber emotional alien race would perform courting rituals but I think this is too perfect for my story so…sorry Kor)

Robyn's adopted father, the one and only Bruce Wayne a.k.a. Batman, had NOT be pleased by this news but, through a very hasty and well armed intervention of several members of the Justice League, had allowed the engagement as a sign of respect to the scarlet and white planet's culture.

For a long time Robyn hadn't really thought anything of it. She had better things to do after all, like learning to work alongside the Dark Knight to protect the innocents of Gotham City. But as she got older the reality of the situation had started to press on Robyn harder and harder until the 'girl wonder' finally couldn't take it any longer and she ran off to Jump City to start another life. A life she had thought would be alien free.

But, if the fact that there was a six-foot orange-skinned Spartan hovering in front of her was any indication, a new life wasn't what she had.

"Kor? Wh-what are you doing here? I-I thought you were living at the Justice Hall…a-as an intergalactic refugee!" Robyn gasped, finding it hard to keep calm.

(A/N: Slight manipulation of facts here. Fact one there is a Justice League or Hall on earth and one in space, fact two there are many aliens showing up on Earth that need looking after during cases, fact three the serious heroes like Batman do not approve 'civilians' being stuffed in with 'superheroes.' Combine all three facts together and…TADA the Hall of Intergalactic Refugees! …again, I'm sorry Kor)

A painfully casual and lighthearted smile broke over the Tamerian's face and he leaned closed into Robyn's space to stare directly into her eyes.

"I was, my betrothed. But after studying how you and your Mister Wayne interacted I found myself unable to stay at rest. Nowadays I have taken a position as a, what do you call it, a hero. I go by the title Blaze-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU ARE DOING; I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU ARE DOING IT HERE!!" Robyn screamed, "I've traveled hundreds of miles from home, hoping to get AWAY from people I know!"

The pout on Kor's lips should have probably made the alien look a little pathetic but all Robyn could think was that it made Kor's all green eyes sort of sparkle like the ocean out in the bay.

"But Robyn," Kor whimpered, knowing better than to say Robyn's true name in an unsecured place as the back-streets of a foreign city in which Robyn had just bagged her first degenerate, "I simply wanted to join you in our quest for heroic independence."

Because saying anything else would not only get her an unwanted teammate but encourage the alien to continue to follow her, Robyn whipped around and said rather icily over her shoulder, "I don't need or want a tag-along Justice League toady."

Kor looked at her as if he was about to say something that Robyn REALLY didn't want to hear ---she wanted to be alone and wasn't in the mood for pressuring-- so she quickly turned face and began stomping down the alley, breaking one of Bruce's minor rules by leaving the bank-robber she'd encounter still hanging up in the air, entangled in one of Robyn's wire-nets still unfound by the police.

Robyn didn't get more than six feet away from the degenerate or the alien before she heard a high-pitched 'KYAAAAAH' from behind her as well as a fleshy double-thump.

Because ignoring it would go against every rule she'd learned as a heroine, Robyn groaned and whirled around to see a sight that strangely made her blood run cold.

In the ten seconds or so she'd had her backed turned to him, Kor had somehow managed to get his arms around another girl, who, by all appearances, looked either loving collapsed in the alien's arms, or near passing-out.

"What are you doing!?" Robyn snapped angrily at her alien betrothed.

"I am guiltless! All fault lies in the female! SHE ran into ME! I simply captured her before she fell onto her face!" Kor yelped immediately.

Robyn was about to retort with a nasty comment about how Tameranian males seemed to 'deal' with girls when the figure in Kor's arms groaned then shot up straight.

"ACK! Oh sorry, sorry, sorry! This is my bad! I wasn't watching where I was going and I-"

"It is alright, Miss. It seems that I am not harmed, and you seem to be in the same state, so there is no reason to apologize," Kor said with an almost too kind smile.

The girl pushed out of Kor's arms and looked between him and Robyn. Without Kor's arms to hide in, Robyn got a good look at the new stranger and was she ever surprised.

If Kor was unusual with his orange-tan complexion and even darker orange hair, this girl was nothing short of bizarre.

Her skin, what parts of it that were exposed through her purple and black sleeveless spandex suit, was a bright and chipper Crayola green, while her long mid-back length hair was a dark forest emerald.

To further add surprise, the girl's ears were sharply pointed and there was a small fang protruding from the girl's mouth.

Luckily for the girl, Robyn was used to such sights and she didn't say a thing…that was until she noticed the slight mascara smudges running down the girl's cheeks from her cattish fluorescent green eyes.

"Are you alright?" Robyn couldn't help but ask.

"Oh! Ah! Yes, I am fine! A member of the Doom Patrol is always completely content in themselves and cheerfully ready to lend aide to the common man!" the girl said, as if reciting lines from a handbook, while striking a solider-like pose and giving a short sharp salute.

Even by their standards this was peculiar and Robyn and Kor couldn't help but exchange a surprised look.

"The eh…Doom Patrol, huh?" Robyn questioned gently.

"Yes, Miss," the girl nodded formally, "until recently I was the junior member on staff, the child-hero known as Beast Girl!"

"Well…uhm…if you don't mind us asking…what exactly are you doing here?" Robyn asked, not realizing she'd just connected herself –grammatically at least--with Kor once again.

"Oh! My former team was …well…and I decided to seek out new opportunities in the groovy city. Say! I recognize you two! You're Robyn from the Gotham city duo Batman and Robyn, and you're Blazefire of the Junior League of the Justice League!"

"…Blazefire?" Robyn questioned Kor.

"It was all I could think of," Kor blushed awkwardly.

"Gosh golly! It's really a pleasure to meet you both!" Beast Girl smiled brilliantly; hero-worship already beginning to twinkle in her eyes.

"Um yah, goodie-goodie," Robyn rolled her eyes. "Now would you mind explaining exactly why you were crying?"

Robyn hadn't figured someone with a green complexion could blush, but Beast Girl managed it all the same.

"Well it's nothing really…only as I was disembarking the bus that had dropped me off here; I was harassed by this group of well um…to be blunt…jerks," Beast Girl blush grew even brighter, "and in the process of trying to escape their groping I lost my mask and…and-and I was just so horrified that I bolted off without thinking. Captain Mentos always told me to be protective of my true identity and losing my mask really just gave me away!"

"Not to be offensive, but does not your unusual complexion already reveal your identity?" Kor commented as he floated back off the ground a few inches, and over to Robyn's side.

Beast Girl opened her mouth to respond…but then closed it and stared inquisitively off into space for a moment. Another blush then worked itself onto her face along with a sweat-drop.

"Redundant or not, that mask was obviously important to you. Point the way to these smart-alecks and I'll help them learn to respect the opposite sex," Robyn growled, smacking a fist into the palm of her apposing hand.

"Oh! Golly! You'll help me get my mask back? That would be-"

"Just point the way," Robyn frowned at her new companion.

"Oh! Ah yes, right this way," Beast Girl nodded, whipping right around and darting off down the street.

"Would you perhaps like me to-" Kor began to offer.

"I can handle this myself!" Robyn blushed.

"But of course, I was simply wondering if you'd like me to observe? Seeing as you have often called me a prejudiced sexist over the years I would suppose watching you 'lay out the bad guys' would teach me a just and well-earned lesson, no?" Kor amended gently.

"O-oh…okay then," Robyn coughed awkwardly. She looked at Kor untrustingly for a moment then, seeing that the alien was serious, darted off after the green-skinned girl.

GO! TEEN TITANS!

If the three individuals gathered on the steps of the Jump City Transit Center were the same ones who'd been pestering Beast Girl, then Robyn had to rethink exactly how tough she'd supposed the green teen was.

The three 'jerks' were definitely annoying, as they were currently antagonizing another young woman in a face-shielding hooded sweater and sweatpants. However, each one was encased in a high-tech battle-suit equip with what Robyn assumed was very powerful alien technology. Each pervert's suit rattled and moaned with various vents hissing out steam and flashing various different-colored lights.

But Robyn wasn't one to be intimidated by appearances. She was, after all, a well practiced veteran of street-brawling and had taken down opponents over twice her size without trouble dozens of times.

"The one in the middle was the one who grabbed my mask, Miss," Beast Girl pointed out.

"Well okay then," Robyn said, cracking her knuckles. She took two giant steps forward into plan view of the gruesome threesome and spoke loudly, "You three tin-cans have committed the offenses of sexual harassment and theft! If you come quietly I promise to only kick you around a little on the way to the police station where you can be held accountable for these misdeeds!"

The three suits exchanged surprised looks, apparently unused to confrontation with their prey, before throwing their heads back and laughing.

Robyn growled angrily --bad guys never showed respect without a first show of force-- and pulled out one of her trusty robin-a-rangs. With a slight flick of the wrist she sent the weapon sailing, nailing all three punks in the gut before it returned to her hand.

Like oversized dominos the three fell over in a flood of metallic clattering.

Satisfied, but slightly disappointed, Robyn and the other two heroes, all walked –and/or floated-- over to the victim they'd incidentally rescued.

"Goll-" Beast Boy caught herself, "Wow, that was really intense, wasn't it? Are you alright?"

The figure lifted its head to show half the face of a young black woman with a set of tight braids curling against her neck and a fierce amber stare.

"I'm-" the woman didn't get any further, because she suddenly threw herself to the side as a metallic arm swept up from the crumbled pile, smashing violently into the concrete were she'd just been standing.

Kor, Beast Girl and Robyn all spun around immediately, their postures all defensive.

The three robo-suits had managed to climb back to their feet and they looked none too happy about having been assaulted.

"Why you little brats! Do you have any idea of who we are?" one of the suits clanked in great aggravation.

"Oh I think I know exactly who you are," Robyn said, pulling out her bo-staff and expanding it to its full-length, "you three are a bunch of bullies who get their kicks by harassing woman, and then using your stupid geek-tech to smack them around when they turn you down!"

Unnoticed by either girl, a hand suddenly shot out of the shadows and grabbed Kor's arm, pulling the alien prince into the shadows behind the statues outlining the entrance to the Blue-Hound Bus Depo.

"Normally we try to be nice to girls, but you two have DEFINITELY pushed us too far!" the second robot said, punching its mechanical knuckles together in threat.

"You better get out of here, Miss," Beast Girl said to the sweatpants girl, only to receive a strange smirk.

"What? You want me to leave you girls outnumbered? Last I heard-" the girl had started to charge forward as she talked, "-three on three are MUCH better odds!"

And suddenly, before Beast Girl or Robyn could do anything to stop her, the mysterious woman threw herself at the middle robot and slammed her fist right into the thing's midriff, causing an unrealistically large dent in the middle.

"How did she-" Beast Boy started to asked, but didn't finish before the other two began their retaliation.

"I don't know, but I think we should wait a few minutes to ask!" Robyn said, pole-vaulted herself with her staff up onto one of the robot's head, diverting the machine's attention away from their new ally long enough for her to get out of the way of a gigantic fist.

Beast Girl could only stare in awe when the third robot chose to move in and attack.

"This time you won't be getting away, little caterpillar," the robot cackled.

"Caterpillar?" the girl grinned. "I'd prefer something a little tougher like a RAPTOR!"

Robyn was busy strapping one of her small bombs onto her robot's back when she noticed out of the corner of her eye Beast Girl suddenly twist and somehow transform into a pure green dinosaur.

Surprised but otherwise occupied, Robyn continued to set the explosive then leap gracefully onto the head of one of the lion statues that flanked the entrance of the bus depo.

While the explosion of Robin's pocket-bomb wasn't anywhere near deadly, it still caused one heck of a boom, and a torrent of shrapnel came falling down like heavy rain over the two other fighters.

Beast Girl managed to avoid it, turning into a humming-bird and flying away while a falling metallic arm sledge-hammered her opponent to his knees, but the sweats-girl wasn't so quick.

Sharp shreds of metal hailed down over her head, shredding the girl's clothes to worthless strips of cotton. And while Robyn should have been embarrassed by this, she couldn't even begin to apologize when she saw a whole body of metal and plasma shielding come into view and momentarily lost all ability of speech.

"OOOH! THAT would explain the super-strength! She's just like a female Metal Man!" Beast Girl awed in approval.

The newly striped cyborg stood frozen in shock at her newly disrobed state for a moment, then turned her embarrassment into anger and let her fists fly with even greater force at the robot.

In seconds the second robot was down, leaving only the one Beast Girl hadn't finished clobbering.

"F-Females of Earth…you will regret t-this indignity. The sons of the Gordasian Army do not easily f-forget such offenses," the robot growled before suddenly engaging a pair of rockets on its back and blasting off out of sight.

The three heroines stared after the robot for a long moment then shared a triumphant look.

"MAN! That was great! I haven't had a good brawl in ages," the cyborg sighed in joy.

"Yah! I don't even care that I didn't get my mask back!" Beast Girl agreed.

"I think we fought pretty well together," Robyn smiled. She then noticed a certain lack of orange-skinned alien and her good mood went right down the drain. "What happened to Kor?"

"Kor?" the half-machine woman asked.

"He's Robyn's team-mate, an alien with really great muscles but a goofy outfit and kind of startling orange-skin and glowy green eyes!" Beast Girl explained.

"I don't think you've got any right to judge someone else for odd looks, sweetie," the cyborg chuckled.

"Kor is NOT my team-mate! He's not my anything!" Robyn protested loudly, her face going three shades of red.

"…For someone who's not anything to her, bird-girl certainly gets defensive about him, doesn't she," the cyborg whispered to Beast Girl.

"I AM NOT DEFENSIVE! AND WHO ARE YOU CALLING, BIRD-GIRL?" Robyn yelled.

"Well, you flew around that fight like a bird and your name is Robyn, so I just-" the cyborg started to explain.

"And just who are you anyway? And why do you look like that?" Robyn continued defensively.

"Well, excuse me for disturbing you! It's not like I choose to look like this. And you can call me Cy, if you're not so worried about your BOYFRIEND that you can bother with something like names," Cy scowled.

"Oh! Cy like Cyborg? That's neat-o," Beast Girl giggled.

"Uh, cool, green pea, you say it's 'cool'," Cy corrected. Beast Girl's eyes widened in shock and she smiled enthusiastically.

"Right, it's cool."

Robyn hopped off the lion statue she'd perched on during the explosions and looked around for any sign of where Kor'andor might have floated off to. It wasn't like him to just run away from a fight, especially one in which Robyn was also actively participating.

It had taken Robyn forever to keep the boy from treating her like a damsel-in-distress in the first place, and it had only been right before he'd left to live at the Hall of Intergalactic Refugees that Kor had relented to helping Robyn along, instead of fighting for her completely.

"Maybe he's chasing after the robot?" Beast Girl offered gently when she noticed Robyn's worried expression.

"Or maybe he was hiding out of sight, to keep this situation from degrading into an even worse conflict," a new, strictly masculine voice, called out of the shadows.

Beast Girl yelped in shock and darted over to Cy's side as a young male appeared out of what seemed to be a swirling vortex of shadows.

He didn't look like much of a threat, having a rather thin and lithe build and a sort of bookish air, but Robyn knew better than to trust appearances.

She took in the boy's clothing, a long black body-stocking covered by an almost noble looking blue-purple robe and accented by a ruby-studded belt. And she studied his grayish colored face, with its aristocratic cheek-bones, dark eyes, and ruby head ornamentation.

Frankly the stranger looked like one of the fantasy movies Robyn couldn't help but watch on her –ehm- more 'emotional days' at Wayne Manor, which made him just eccentric enough for the Gothomite to dislike and distrust.

"Who are you?" Robyn asked, pointing the end of her bo-staff accusingly at the stranger's chest.

"My name is Revan, and I took your friend out of the line of fire to keep an intergalactic kidnapping from taking place," the male stated.

"Whoooa, creepy much?" Cy awed.

Revan rolled his eyes at that and walked delicately towards Robyn, stopping just short of the blunt of her bo-staff.

"The Gordasians radiate a foul aura anyway, but when they caught sight of your orange-skinned friend their thoughts turned particularly disturbing. I do not know much about aliens, but I had to presume that there was some sort of conflict between these two tribes and so decided to step in. I did not intend to harm your fiancée."

"He's NOT my fiancée!" Robyn growled.

"Oh? But he seemed to be under the impression-"

"I'm NOT his FIANCEE!" Robyn snarled louder, when she noticed the new way Beast Girl and Cy were whispering.

"Ah yes…as you say," Revan coughed awkwardly, "your…Kor'andor is safe. He is at the movie theater actually; as it is the only place I thought he could comfortably stay out of sight for however long it would take you to dispatch the …hostiles."

"The movie theater? But that's, like, all the way across town! What'd you do, teleport him there?" Beast Girl spoke up.

The small smirk that Revan gave in response to that particular question caused the green girl to shudder and dart back behind Cy.

"I guess we should all go and make sure princey is okay," Cy scratched the back of her head.

"What? Hey! No! This is none of your business! I mean, just because we fought off some robots together-" Robyn started to protest.

"Calm down, bird girl," Cy sighed, "if you don't want back-up that's your choice, but until we know that those …err-" she looked at Revan.

"Gordasians."

"-those Gowl-bassy-dans are really gone for good, we are all stuck with each other."

"You…really don't have to," Robyn fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Oh yah we do! It's a Doom Patrol RULE to never leave a mission half-way completed!" Beast Girl spoke up.

Robyn looked between the two girls and the new pale boy and sighed warily before closing her staff.

"All right then, I guess we do this together. Lead the way, Revan," Robyn smiled warily.

Revan nodded and turned back to the shadows, expanding an eerily throbbing door-way to their destination. Of course calling a strange jagged tear in the very fabric of the air a 'doorway' was eerie to begin with.

"Eeeek! I don't even wanna KNOW how you do that," Beast Girl shuddered, rubbing her arms as if chilled.

"Good, I wouldn't have told you anyway," Revan rolled his eyes. "Just walk through it quickly. Surprising as it may sound holding apart the fabric of Space and Time to allow for instantaneous travel isn't easy."

"Well excuse me," Beast Girl sniffed, tilting her head up high and charging through the portal.

Cy smirked and nudged Robyn in the ribs, "Oh yah, I can totally see these two being the closest of allies. It's obvious we ain't gonna crowd you, bird-girl, so relax."

(A/N: If Cy had only known *snicker* I wanted to point that out is all)

Robyn blushed and nudged Cy back. She and the cyborg girl then walked through the portal.

Revan took one look around to make sure no one was watching who shouldn't be then walked through the portal himself, sealing it as he went.

He didn't notice one of the junked robots blinking ominously as its helmet recorder picked up the entire conversation.

GO! TEEN TITANS!

Orbiting high above the Earth, the Gordasian mother-ship looked like a giant crouched insect.

Its hull was adorned with intricate spires of thorns and panels that extended outward like wings. Its camouflage had somehow managed to get the ship past the JL Satellite Base orbiting the moon, stationed with only a few temporary heroes.

The bulk of the JL was out in the Orion System trying to settle an ancient feud between two sister-planets that had gotten out of hand enough to cause the Green Lantern Corp to call for aide.

And as they say, while the cat is away, the mice will play.

A small white streak zoomed up to the mother-ship from the planet below and the docking bay doors slid open like a wound on the ship's underbelly.

The newly arrived passenger charged directly through the hallways that twisted and churned, almost like blood vessels in the ship's body, down to the great antechamber where the Emperor of the Gordasians was enthroned.

"F-father! Father I have something to tell you," the young alien coughed, "down on the Earth, my crew and I were examining the locals when we were suddenly attacked by-"

"I know exactly what happened to your squadron, youngling," the Emperor chuckled darkly, pointing one scythe like claw towards a giant screen behind him, upon which the video feed from one of the armor's helmets was playing in a repeating loop. "You were cocky and you allowed the enemy to overwhelm you. It is as you deserve."

"But Father-" the alien tried to explain.

"SILENCE!" The old vertebrate snarled, his face tentacles pumping the air in fury.

The young one flinched and lowered his head respectfully.

"Heh-heh, you are lucky, however, youngling. Normally I would have had your head for an ash-tray for losing two of our precious Sirician battle suits."

The young one shuddered.

"But seeing as how your own suit is still more or less in working-order, I will allow you to return to Earth to reclaim your honor."

"How shall I do this, my emperor?" the alien asked.

"By capturing a dearly missed trinket of the Empire's," the Emperor snickered, presenting a small electronic file to his son.

The smaller alien took it the screen into his claws and looked it over. A smile then came across his insectoid face.

And it was not an attractive grin.

STOP! TEEN TITANS!

Masaka: This is just the beginning! I won't do every episode in the series, because some dynamics work the same in either gender, and I won't be following the DA Carrinth comics to the strictest degree. I WILL however take requests on which episodes to focus on and how much Titan LOOOOVE I focus on.

Yami Masaka: Oh yes, if anyone has any comic-book info that we don't have, like a clearer run-down on personal history or what not, please send that info our way too. Comic-books are very invovled and it can be really hard to keep track of everything.

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