After much thought and several good reviews from you all, I've decided to pair Ben with these girls for this story.

Starfire, Blackfire, Raven, Terra, Bleez and Cheetah.

But don't worry, the other Titan boys won't be left feeling lonely. I got plans for them that'll help them along. Trust me, it'll be a good surprise. Just know that you probably wouldn't expect these particular pairings.

*I don't own Ben 10 or Teen Titans!*

Therapy And Phone Calls!

Back in Bellwood, Gwen Tennyson was not having a good day so far. She was still having to deal with the negative propaganda from Will Harangue while at the same time, having just stopped an Incursian Invasion. Those dumb frogs just don't know when to quit, it seems. And NOW, she has to deal with Blukic and Driba trying to impress her with another of their stupid inventions!

Clearly, someone up there hates her for something she did.

"Gwen, allow me to introduce our most epic version of the Beam Cannon yet! It'll sure pack more of a punch than its predecessor." Driba announced.

He and Blukic removed a tarp from a large gun that Kevin, Rook and even her cousin might've liked. But she just didn't care for it right now.

"And I care because…?"

"B-B-Because of Vilgax going after your cousin, Ben? You've wanted to kill him since FOREVER after that mission? He's the bane of your existence?" Driba explained.

"Oh, THAT was the OLD GWEN. THIS is a NEW GWEN, and she really doesn't care about a pathetic, squid-faced alien who chases after a watch like a mad fool." Gwen said, laughing a little. "It's hilarious, really."

But the two bumbling Galvans didn't look convinced by either her tone or her words. And she didn't want to deal with this right now.

"Look, I'll tell you what: you wanna destroy him? Go ahead. Who cares? I certainly don't. Not one bit at all."

And with that, Gwen left the room for her private Chambers where she could get some peace and quiet. But once we go there, we see that she's transformed into an alien called Ditto, and literally giving herself a therapy session. The original is laying on the bed, while a clone is dressed as a therapist.

"So, tell me what's been bothering you." the clone instructed.

"Well, you see, doc, it's been over six years since I got the Omnitrix already." said the original.

"It's been that long?" asked the clone, raising her glasses a bit.

"Yes. You see, that's the actual problem. Once I blew up at him for getting in the way on that one mission, I thought that we'd speak about it later, and maybe Ben would…"

She was interrupted by the clone therapist version of herself spoke up in a slightly stern voice.

"We don't say his name here. It is a safe place."

The original Ditto smiled sheepishly and poked her index fingers together as she tried to collect herself. That was a bit embarrassing to literally be told off by herself.

"Right. Sorry, doctor. Well, I-I just assumed that eventually over time, the bad blood between us would just…"

"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" both clone and original screamed.

The original Ditto calmed down and soon sank back into the bed as self pity and a sense of self loathing began to take hold. She felt it was her own fault that there was bad blood between her and her cousin, and now she was paying the price for it.

"But he just hasn't mellowed out. I mean, like, at all. He just up and became an apprentice to Bruce Wayne. It looks like he'll hate us all forever! I… I just don't know if I can handle that."

Ditto sat up and got into a fetal position as her duplicate therapist wrote everything down on her clipboard. She understood exactly what was going on.

"Yes. It would seem as though the lack of positive reinforcement has affected his emotional state. It's quite the conundrum."

"Yeah, it is. Uh, what is that again?" the original Ditto asked.

"Oh, just a confusing or difficult problem." replied her duplicate.

That's when the two Dittos began to stare at the audience with this odd look in their eyes.

"Yes. PROBLEM. I wish there was someway I could dispose of my problem." said the original Ditto.

"Yes. One can hope." they both said simultaneously.

*With Ben and Bruce…*

Driving down the road on the way back to the Wayne Manor, Batman and Ben Tennyson have been hard at work stopping the Riddler from taking over Gotham City. Now, they were heading home after stopping at a fast food place for a quick bite to eat.

"Well, there's nothing more satisfying than punching a bad guy in the face." Ben said to Batman.

"You got that right, Black Beetle. With the Riddler's Crossword Crime spree thwarted, Gotham City can breathe easy once again." Batman replied.

Batman has a good reason for calling Ben by a name like the Black Beetle. You see, during his training with Batman, Ben and the Scarab had created a special battle armor for Ben to wear while he's out fighting crime. The armor itself is a black bodysuit with lighter black armor on his torso, shoulders, forearms and lower legs. On his back is a large backpack looking shell that resembles a scarab beetle that's a darker black than his bodysuit, and acts as a defense for the Scarab that gives Ben his power. His overall appearance is similar to the Blue Beetle of Earth, only with significant differences, besides his colors.

For one thing, after becoming Batman's apprentice, Ben was taken to the Justice League Watchtower. There, he met several other members of the Justice League's founders. Those members included Superman, AKA Clark Kent, Diana of Themyscira, AKA the Wonder Woman and John Stewart, AKA the Green Lantern.

For Ben, it was a childhood dream come true to meet several members of his childhood heroes in person like he had. Unfortunately, it was for more than just a casual visit. Once on the Watchtower, Batman had his new protege train in a special room that was created by the Martian Manhunter, J'onn. A single hour inside it is worth a full year of time. But while the body and mind grow in power and wisdom while in said room, they don't physically age. This way, Ben was able to train for three years in the span of a few hours without really aging a single day.

And the fruits of that training really showed. He was no longer a scrawny weakling who's only form of actual exercise came from Soccer and Track. His muscles developed to the point where he is almost as muscular as Batman is, only slightly less so. As the Black Beetle, this gave Ben a bulkier appearance than that of Blue Beetle.

Oh, but speaking of the Justice League, it seems like a call is coming in from them right now. As proven by Batman's phone in the Batmobile going off. He tapped the screen on the dashboard and answered.

"Go ahead, Watchtower."

"Hey, Bats, it's Booster. Got your emergency alert. Hey, listen, the thing is most of our heavy hitters are out near Rygel trying to stop a rogue comet or a black hole, or something. And a bunch of our guys are at that christening at Aquaman's, and you know the reception down there kinda sucks. I only have a handful of guys on standby." Booster Gold reported. "I could send, let's see… Black Condor,"

As Booster Gold listed off heroes he could send to help, Black Beetle made gestures with his free hand, stating what he thought of those heroes, and drank his soda with the other.

'Meh.'

"Elongated Man,"

'Talks too much.'

"Triumph,"

'Loser.'

"Blood Wind,"

'Jerk.'

"Or… I could come down there myself and give you guys a hand. There's not much going on up here, and the foosball table is still busted."

Black Beetle looked like he was gonna have a heart attack hearing Booster Gold offer to come down and help them himself. If there's one member of the Justice League that he can't tolerate, it's Booster Gold. He began making cut motions with his hand while mouthing 'No! No! No!' to Batman in an effort to keep the showboating hero as far away as possible.

Luckily, Batman seemed to get the message. Besides, he really doesn't like Booster Gold much either.

"That's alright, Booster. Thanks anyway. We'll make due." Batman said.

"You sure? 'Cause it's no problem, the wannabes can totally cover for me." Booster Gold insisted.

Black Beetle frantically looked for something to help, and spotted the wrapper from his burger. He picked it up, and started crinkling it in front of the Batmobile's built-in phone system in an effort to simulate the sound of static.

"Sorry, Booster. Going under some high tension wires." Batman said, playing along.

Black Beetle stopped and stiffened when he heard the gold clad hero's response to that.

"That sounds like paper."

"Over and out." Batman stated.

He ended the call, allowing Black Beetle to release a breath he didn't know he was holding. He ran his hands down his face as he sighed in relief.

"That was too close!" he sighed.

You got that right my fine, black clad friend.

*To Be Continued…*

Just a little comedy before the big event of the gang getting together. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and be sure to go on my DeviantArt gallery to check out the cover art I drew for my story: Half Man, Half Scarab… ALL PHANTOM! I think you guys will like it. Anyway, I'll see you all in my next chapter! See you later!