Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are all DC's.

Summary: This takes place post-reboot. This is just my version of how the team got together. I'm still using some stuff that DC has already established (i.e. N.O.W.H.E.R.E), but eventually the story changes.

Teen Titans- A Kid's Game

Chapter 1: Smells Like Teen Spirit

Tim Drake stared into the computer screen with a determined look. His eyes flickered as he scrolled through the text, hacking his way into the N.O.W.H.E.R.E system. He knew something was going on, with all the meta-human teens being kidnapped. He knew it wasn't a coincidence. He knew it had to be N.O.W.H.E.R.E. Tim received an anonymous tip just a few days ago, leading him to the organization known as N.O.W.H.E.R.E. Tim looked around his apartment, being wary of his surroundings. The room was basically empty; nothing but a television set, a computer, and a bed. A suitcase sat in the corner next to the balcony, which was 10 floors above the ground. His Red Robin costume laid on his bed, with wings spread out over it. It was obvious this wasn't a permanent home for the young hero.

Tim looked at the TV to see news reports of teens who had been abducted. Tim, being who he is, had been investigating into it. No traces were found, very clean, no messes. This was professional and he knew it. His eyes darted towards the computer screen once again. Encrypted files and complex algorithms filled his screen. Tim had been working on this for hours with no luck up until this point. Finally, the screen went blank, only for the words: Access Granted. "Alright, let's see what we got here" he murmured to himself. Searching for the right file proved to be difficult, as this wasn't just a simple hack into the system. He had to maneuver his way through their operating system, making sure he found the right place to look. He stumbled upon many files, one labeled "Project S" and another "Operation: Crisis." He skimmed through, but none were the right file.

Finally finding the file, Tim widened his eyes as he read the title. "Operation: Harvest" he whispered to himself. He clicked the link, too engrossed in his search that he didn't even notice the footsteps coming up the stairs outside of his room. The loading time seemed longer than it should have, which made Tim suspicious. Being pulled out of the computer to wait for the load, Tim's senses were more aware of the fact that there were footsteps coming from the hallway outside the apartment. He made a quick glare at the door, being wary of what was happening outside. Then, a small 'ping' came from the computer, quickly calling his attention away from the door. He read the big bold letters that he feared would pop up on the screen. "SYSTEM COMPROMISED".

"That doesn't sound too good." he said as the bold red letters flashed his screen. His eyes darted quickly to the door as the sounds got louder and the voices seemed to be right behind his apartment door. Tim rushed to the bed to get his collapsible bo staff, knowing exactly what was waiting for him behind the door.

With a sudden crash, the door slammed to the ground as a squad of N.O.W.H.E.R.E agents rushed in, aiming their guns right at the young hero's head. Tim observed the enemies closely. He saw that they were wearing Kevlar weaved body suits labeled with "N.O.W.H.E.R.E", with a protective facemask that hid their identities. The facemasks were blue with red eyes, with each having a different number associating with the different members of the squad. One of the members raised their wrist to their mouth.

"This is six. We got him."

"Not for long" Tim said calmly as he raised his right hand in the air.

"Take him!" one of the squad members shouted.

Just as the squad members were about to pull the triggers to their weapons, the young hero threw a smoke pellet to the ground, disorienting the foes. With a flourish of his hand, Tim expanded the bo staff to full length, swiping the first enemy off of his feet. He side-stepped the next, just to elbow him in the face, as the others were still disoriented by the smoke pellet. One of them regained their stature, aiming his gun in Tim's direction. With a flick of his staff, Tim hit the bottom of the barrel, which sent the gun aiming upward as the shots fired into the ceiling. He quickly spun around to hit the foe in the jaw with his staff, as he grabbed a bat-like shape out of his pocket. The last agent remaining readied his weapon, but it was too late; the batarang went sailing across the room, directly into the agent's forehead.

Once the smoke had cleared, Tim searched the bodies of the fallen foes, knowing he had a very small window to find a lead on what this organization was up to. He rummaged through what the squad members had on them, but nothing was anything of importance. Tim then squatted down next to the man who had the number 6 on his mask. He removed it from the unconscious enemy to check for anything that would help him. Tim studied the front of the mask, noticing the red tinted eye slits. He flipped the mask over to reveal a computer based, operating system shown through the eye slits.

"There has to be some sort of computer chip to access."

Tim slid his finger across the edge of the mask. He felt an elevated ridge on the right side of the mask. The chipped popped up when Tim ran his finger across it again. He knew this would be the key that would help him gain access to the file he wanted and, most importantly, needed. Tim hurried to his computer, slid in the chip, and started to hack his way in. He knew he had to hurry, for the gut feeling he had said that his attackers had friends. "Alright, let's try this again," he turned his head toward the computer screen. Again, long algorithms and encrypted code crept across his screen, dancing in an elegant way that only Tim knew. Although not the best hacker in the world, he could manage on his own, as he was trained by the best.

The stomps of military grade boots marched up the stairs as Tim was hard at work on hacking the chip. 'They're hunting down kids, right? As long as I see the list of people they're after, I can finish this', he thought to himself as the footsteps got progressively louder. As the computer hacked away at the chip, Tim rushed toward the bed to grab his gear, for which he knew he would have need any minute now. He strapped on his wings and threw on his mask, frequently darting his eyes to the computer and then the doorway. The hack was creeping towards success as the other agents marched up the stairs of the apartment building.

The hack had been successful, pulling up a menu of the downed agent's next targets. He rushed to the computer and took a quick look at the first name he saw on the list.

"Alright, what do we've have here… Cassandra Sandsmark aka Wonder Girl. Wait, I've met her before…Let's see… location, location…" Tim silently said to himself as he heard the footsteps now, just a floor away from his position.

"San Francisco. Alright, see you soon Wonder Girl," he said as the troops ran upstairs. Tim quickly grabbed his suitcase, as he pressed a button, which activated a timer on the suitcase.

He slid the suitcase toward the doorway as the N.O.W.H.E.R.E agents trudge through the halls, and darted toward the doorway of Tim Drake's apartment. Tim could hear the sounds of the agents yelling as he ran towards the balcony. He ran as fast as he could, knowing he placed a short timer on the suitcase bomb. As he was about to jump, he placed his right foot on the railing of the balcony, pushing himself off to get as much distance as possible between himself and the apartment. As the guards stumbled into the doorway, they heard the beeping sounds of the suitcase. Unfortunately for the guards, it was too late, as they had just realized they had been played. As his jet-boosters kicked in on the wings Tim soared through the twilight sky, behind him the apartment flashed with a bright light and burst with a loud sound. Tim couldn't have used a real bomb. He was taught better than that. The suitcase was a disrupter, a sort of 'flashbang', which incapacitated the guards, while knocking out the electronics in the immediate vicinity.

"Thank you WayneTech." Tim smiled as he soared down to the ground below.

The next day Tim found himself in San Francisco. He had strolled through the city for a couple of hours, playing the role of the incognito superhero as he walked up and down the streets of the hilly city. He wasn't sure where to start looking for Cassandra, but he had a feeling he would run into her eventually. He knew that N.O.W.H.E.R.E would be looking for her and he knew there would be a scene. Although they'd met before, Tim had to read up on her file beforehand as he didn't know her well. She was apparently a thief, which meant she was on the run most of the time. N.O.W.H.E.R.E would know this. They would know where to look. However, for Tim it was a bit more difficult. He had a plan though.

Tim had read in her file what she was capable of. He had expected N.O.W.H.E.R.E to track her down before he did. Tim just had to rely on her to make a scene. He knew about the criminal element. Once a thief gets caught, they would do anything to get away. It can sometimes get messy. He just had to wait for the signs.

As Tim walked past a coffee shop, he glanced in to see the TV reports, describing a young meta-human causing a large amount of damage at a local mall. Knowing that N.O.W.H.E.R.E was causing all of this, Tim made his way to the mall where he climbed a nearby building to get a better vantage point. He slipped into his Red Robin attire, getting ready for the fight. He looked towards the glass ceiling of the mall, only to see a man thrown directly out of it.

"That's my queue," He said as he expanded his wings to take flight. Tim glided over the now broken glass ceiling noticing ten agents attacking a girl in a red costume. The girl could certainly handle herself. Tim folded in his wings and soared through the hole of the ceiling, aiming right for an agent who was about to take out Wonder Girl at her blind spot. He flew straight towards the agent, slamming him into the ground as he used the agent's body to break his fall. He spun around quickly, throwing batarangs at another two agents. Wonder Girl turned to face Tim.

"Robin? What the hell are you doing here?" She asked.

"It's Red Robin. And I'm saving your ass!" Tim shouted as he swiftly threw another batarang past Wonder Girl's head to hit the agent standing behind her.

"I don't need your help!" She yelled as she tossed another punch to an N.O.W.H.E.R.E agent.

"You might not, but they do!" Tim said while pointing at the civilians nearby. "Let's take this outside so no one gets hurt."

As he said this, Wonder Girl grabbed the last of the blue masked agents and tossed him through a store, seemingly ending the fight.

"I'm done here anyway," She said as she took off in full flight out of the mall.

Tim grunted as he opened his wings and shot up through the hole in the ceiling, chasing after the person he had been looking for. Tim saw that she landed on a roof top close by, so he made his way towards her location. As he landed, he was welcomed with a harsh response.

"What the hell were you doing back there? I didn't need your help," She yelled.

"Didn't look that way to me. I just saved your ass back there. Besides I was making sure that no one else got hurt over what you've done to that place. What the hell were you thinking, taking on all those guys in the middle of a crowded mall?" He said.

"Hey! Those guys attacked me, alright! What do you expect me to do? And who were those guys? They attacked me a few days ago and now today. What's going on?"

"Those were N.O.W.H.E.R.E agents. They came here because they're after you. Just like they're after me. They wanted to capture you." Tim explained.

"Why? What the hell did I do to them?" She asked

"You're a meta-human. You have powers."

"So they're capturing people with powers? Why not capture Superman or Green Lantern or something?"

"Because they're too high profile. Too powerful. They're capturing kids…teens with powers. They think we are the menace. They want to get rid of us, or recruit us to their side. That's their goal. My goal is to make sure that doesn't happen," Tim said.

"Well good luck with that Red." She replied.

"Wait. I need your help," Tim said calmly.

"I work better alone."

"What? Because you're a thief? Because you're on the run all of the time? I know who you are. You can stop running now."

"We've met once. You don't know anything about me!" She shouted as she began to look as if she was filling with anger.

"I looked at your file Cassandra. You've been moving around the country ever since you were 12. I know those ancient artifacts that you have on aren't yours. You stole them. You also have a record. Three charges of theft, two charges of grand theft auto, and one breaking and entering." Tim said as he examined her reaction to his knowledge.

"It's Cassie. And just because you looked at some file doesn't mean I should help you," She said.

"These guys are more dangerous than you think. They're professionals. They take kids, either murdering them or abducting them and using them for something worse. Now that you've fought back, they are going to make sure you end up dead. We need to take the fight to them and make sure they won't be able to do this anymore. That's why I need your help. I can't do this on my own. I need a team," Tim said.

"Trust me; you don't want me on your team." She said flatly.

"I might not want you. But I need you. And you need this. You've been running your whole life. This is the chance for you to stop running. We can take this fight to them. With more of us, we can beat them. Please..." He said.

Cassie looked up at Red Robin, considering what he had said. She had been running… for a very long time. Although she was used to it, she didn't like it. With all that Red Robin was saying, she felt that he truly meant what he had said. She didn't trust him, but she knew how he felt about her situation. She had a feeling that he was running from something too.

She thought about his request for a few moments, thinking of what he had said. She knew if she didn't do something, they would keep coming after her.

"If I do this… it'll be a one-time deal. We get these guys off our backs and then we go our separate ways. Alright?" She said firmly.

"As long as we take these guys out, I'm good with that," He said.

"Alright. So do you have a plan?" she asked.

"Yeah, we get more people to help us out. We infiltrate their base and take them out."

"Wait I thought you had a team?"

"So far… we are the team. I only got a chance to look at the first person on their list of targets, which turned out to be you."

"You're joking, right?" She asked.

"Well, I know someone we could call… but I was really hoping that we didn't have to call him," Tim sighed.

Bart Allen was excited for school to be over. He couldn't stand being cooped up in a classroom for 4 periods a day. Whenever he was in class, Bart couldn't concentrate, flickering his attention every which way, fingers tapping at super speed on his desk, leg shaking with ferocity as the clock just kept ticking away. For the young speedster, minutes seemed like hours, as the day crawled to catch up with him. However, when the school day was done, he was all set to leave the dreaded high school that he had hated so much.

Once the bell had rung, he grabbed his bag, and sped home with lightning speed that could only be outmatched by his grandfather, Barry Allen. That was a complicated story that Bart chose to forget a long time ago. He raced through his house, making an abrupt stop right at the foot of his bed. He threw his bag to the ground and jumped on the bed, letting out a big sigh of relief. Right as he was just about to get comfortable, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He opened it up to see who was calling.

"Caller ID restricted? Huh? Alright," He said to himself. He questioned whether to answer or not. "Hello?"

"Bart. It's Tim."

"Hey Tim what's up man? It's been awhile," he replied.

"Where are you?"

"At home. Why?" he asked.

"How fast can you get to San Francisco?"

"Dude, do you know who you're talking to?" He exclaimed.

"Well, I need your help."

As they were speaking, Bart heard strange sounds coming from downstairs. He knew no one would be home for a couple of hours. "Hang on a sec," he told Tim as he silently opened the door a few inches to peer through hallway. He saw what looked like soldiers or mercenaries with blue masks checking the rooms one by one with guns in hand. "Yeah, Tim?" he whispered. "I'm going to have to call you back."

He hung up the phone, flung the door open and ran full blast towards the mercenaries. He gave a swift kick to the first one, who didn't even see what was coming. He then spun around, throwing punches to the man standing behind him. He speed punched the mercenary in the abdomen, throwing 20 punches in the span of 2 seconds. He quickly defeated him and moved on to the next intruder. Bart dashed downstairs and into the kitchen hallway, where he swiftly received a smack to the head. Dazed, he looked up from the ground to see a man wearing a blue mask with the number 3 on it standing over him, pointing a hand gun directly to the young speedster's head.

"Wrong move kid."