Well, this is my first crossover fic and only my second fanfiction, so I don't expect it to be all that good. It's fun writing it though, so meh. And for all you Zutarans or Maiko fans out there, sorry, but I am a Toko shipper and I really didn't want to write either of those. But fear not! This story will not be focusing on pairings that much, though there will be a few mentions of them. All other pairings (both Avatar and TT) are cannon, though I don't think the Teen Titans part of my story will really have much romance going on. Okay, that's enough from me. On with the story!

Let me know what you think!

I own neither Avatar: the Last Airbender, or Teen Titans. Both belong to their respective owners. I claim no rights to either, and gain nothing but pure enjoyment from writing this.

Spirited Away

Chapter 1

Taken

~oOo~

Z

"Toph, you know you shouldn't be running away from the servants in your condition," the young Firelord scolded gently as the pair walked into the huge sleeping quarters reserved for the ruler of the Fire Nation.

The sixteen year old sighed. "Being pregnant isn't a 'condition', Zuko."

"I-I know that," he replied awkwardly. "But what if you tripped? You could get hurt…or worse, hurt the baby. Maybe you should just take it easy from n-"

Two calloused hands grabbing his face interrupted the young man. "Zuko," Toph started sweetly. "You know I love you, right?"

The Firelord was thrown off a bit by this, but answered regardless. "Of course. You never would've married me if you didn't."

"Good, then you'll understand that I say this out of love: If you don't want to sleep underground tonight, you'll shut-up."

"But if you or the baby ever got hurt, I'd never be able to forgive mys-"

"I'm fine, Zuko." She told him more gently. "We're fine. And I know you're nervous about becoming a father, and I understand why, I really do. But you are gonna be the best dad ever." Toph let her hand slide down her husband's arm until she felt his own hand. She then placed it on her stomach, where a large protrusion could be felt underneath her flowing robes. "No matter what happens in the future, whether we have a son or a daughter, or both, you are going to be the father you never had; kind, caring, and completely awesome."

Zuko pulled her into a hug, leaning down to capture her lips with his own. After a minute, Toph pulled away to rest her head on his shoulder, saying, "Well, not as awesome as me, but you still come pretty close".

The Firelord chuckled as he kissed the top of her head, feeling for once like the luckiest man in the world.

"It's getting late. We should get some sleep."

Yes, things were finally looking up for Zuko. He just hoped his luck would last.

~oOo~

?

"Will you be retrieving your new apprentice tonight, sir?" Asked an elderly man with a British accent. He placed a cup of coffee on the desk in front of his partner and long-time friend as he waited for an answer.

"Thank you, Wintergreen," came the reply in a deep, smooth voice. "And yes. In just a few moments, the portal will be ready and I will go and claim my prize."

"Sir, if I may, what exactly is so special about this young man you chose? Considering your research on this world you've discovered, wouldn't this 'Avatar' person be the better choice with all the power he holds?"

The man laughed; a sound that would have sent chills down most people's spines. "Power is not everything, my old friend. The Avatar is powerful, I'll give him that, but his personality is flawed."

Wintergreen raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"He's too naïve. According to the reports I 'liberated' from Dr. Lebert along with the portal, this almighty Avatar refuses to kill even the smallest of insects; a…side effect of being raised by monks."

"And the young man you have chosen?"

The man lifted a file and handed it to his friend. He had gone over it enough times, he didn't need to read it to know what it said.

"Name: Zuko Kasangi; twenty years old," Wintergreen read aloud. "Ruler of the Fire Nation; can create and control fire; redirect and create lightning; master swordsman…this is all well and good, sir, but what of his personality?"

A smirk graced the man's features, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Very much like that of my first and favorite apprentice."

Now it all made sense. Before Wintergreen could reply, however, an alarm sounded from across the room.

"It's time."

"Good luck, sir."

~oOo~

Z

Even four years after the end of the war, Zuko was a light sleeper. Living as a fugitive of every nation in the world for several months taught him to stay on his guard, even when asleep.

It was this that caused his eyes to snap open in alarm when he heard a noise coming from the far side of the room. It was faint, so much so that he wouldn't have heard it at all if it wasn't for his excellent hearing, but it sounded much like a shoe stepping on the marble floor (all the wood floors in the palace had been replaced to help Toph see her way around).

He slowly eased himself up on his elbows so as not to wake the sleeping figure beside him and glanced around the room.

Nothing.

After several minutes of eerie quiet, Zuko finally sighed. He hated being so paranoid, but being the ruler of a nation responsible for a hundred year war meant he couldn't take any chances with possible assassins. Sure, he had been one to end the war, but one hundred years is a long time for people to form grudges. Not to mention the many Fire Nation citizens (mainly nobles and high-ranking officials) that were still loyal to Firelord Ozai and wanted the man's worthless, peace-loving son off the throne.

Taking one last look around the room, Zuko decided he was just imagining things and would go back to sleep. He glanced over at Toph, who was sound asleep; completely unaware her husband was even awake. Zuko envied her in that she could get a full night's sleep without being woken up by every little sound. He smiled at the peaceful expression on her face before leaning over and kissing her forehead softly.

"I love you, Toph," he whispered.

He reached a hand forward to brush some hair off her face when a handful of his own hair was grabbed from behind, roughly jerking his head back. Panicking slightly at the sudden attack, Zuko swung his elbow backwards, hoping to knock the air out of whoever was behind him. Pain exploded in his arm as his joint met metal. This person was wearing armor.

As Zuko hissed at the pain coursing through his arm and the back of his head, a cloth was pressed over his nose and mouth by his attacker's free hand. This confused the Firelord until he noticed something odd: there was something on this cloth; and he was being forced to inhale it. With each breath, he could feel himself being pulled farther and farther from consciousness. He reached his shaky hand farther towards his wife, but only managed to brush her shoulder with his fingers before his limbs stopped responding, falling limply to the bed underneath him.

He felt himself being lifted from the plush mattress, but his vision was so blurry, he couldn't see what his attacker looked like. Zuko could tell they were moving, and judging from the direction, they were headed towards the large window. A sense of foreboding washed over him then, like he wouldn't be seeing his home, or his wife, for a long while.

"T…oph…" he muttered. Then his world went black.

Zuko felt like he had been run over by a stampede of komodo-rhinos as consciousness slowly, but surely made its way back to him. Noting the horrible metallic taste in his mouth, he cracked an eye open to get a better look at his surroundings, moaning when a bright light above him flooded his vision, causing his head to pound even more.

"Awake at last, I see," came a mysterious voice from somewhere in the room. Heavy footsteps were heard as the person neared what Zuko now realized was the table he was strapped down to.

As the light above disappeared, the young man slowly reopened his eyes to see it was his captor that was blocking it as they loomed over him. What a captor it was too. Obviously male, the man wore armor over a skin-tight suit. However, this was not like Fire Nation armor at all; or any other armor he had seen throughout the four nations, for that matter. His outfit wasn't what startled the young Firelord however. It was that mask. Covering the man's entire head, it appeared to be made of metal. Half was black, while out of the orange half peered a cold gray eye. Shivers ran down Zuko's spine as their eyes met. He didn't like the cold, calculating glare he was receiving. It reminded him too much of his father and sister.

"I'm sure you have many questions," the man started.

'Many questions' was an understatement. Zuko had a list a mile long: Where was he? What kind of fire was lighting the room? What was up with this guy's clothes? Where were Toph and Uncle? Anger welled up inside of him as he thought of what he would do to this man if he had harmed his wife or adopted father. Not to mention his unborn child.

He decided to go with the simplest question for now.

"W-who are you?" He squeaked, throat sore from whatever the man had forced him to inhale, throwing him into a coughing fit.

Zuko was blinded once more as the man walked away, returning a moment later with a glass of water.

Slipping a hand behind Zuko's head, the man lifted it slightly, bringing the glass to the Firelord's lips. "My name is Slade," he answered as the young man nearly choked from drinking too fast.

After reaching his fill, Zuko nodded, signaling he was finished. Slade gently laid the twenty year old's head back down and returned the empty glass to the table he retrieved it from.

"Where's my wife?" Zuko demanded. He was able to put more force behind his words now that the pain in his throat had eased up.

Slade chuckled. "I haven't done anything to your wife; any of your friends or family for that matter."

Zuko glared at him. "Then no matter how much you threaten my life, the Fire Nation will never give in to you demands."

This time, Slade laughed. It was an eerie sound that made the Firelord cringe inside. "Your nation's coins are of no use to me."

"Then why did you kidnap me?" Zuko asked, confused.

"I need your help with a little 'problem' I'm having."

"And that would be?"

"I brought you to this world to help me rid of a few nuisances," Slade continued, ignoring the look of surprise and skepticism the boy gave him at the mention of another world. "Once they are out of the picture, I will gladly return you to that little wife of yours."

"When you say 'rid of', you mean…"

"Destroy them," Slade cut in.

Zuko's eyes widened. "You brought me here just to kill someone?"

"Honestly, I don't care how you destroy them, though killing them would be the preferred outcome," the man replied nonchalantly.

The Firelord couldn't believe what he was hearing. Anger setting in, Zuko snapped, "and why would I do anything for a creep like you?"

"Because," Slade replied, eye flashing in anger. "I am the only one with the means to return you to that barbaric world you call home. Disobey me, and I will not only destroy you, but your friends, your family, your country, your world will also perish. And you will be to blame."

Zuko glared at the man. He hated being used; he had been for a good portion of his life, and it seemed the cycle was starting over again.

"…Fine," the Firelord reluctantly agreed.

"Good." Slade was enjoying this way too much.

"So, who's this nuisance?" Aang would have a fit if he knew about this, Zuko thought somberly. But…I can't risk everyone's lives like that…

With a wicked gleam in his eye and a smile evident in his voice, Slade answered, "the Teen Titans".

~oOo~

TT

Things were pretty normal in Titan's Tower. At least, as normal as a group of crime fighting teenagers could get. Robin, the team's leader, was in his office working on some case, preferring the quiet solitude of the cluttered room to think over the loudness of the main room. Starfire was cooking a traditional dish from her home planet of Tamaran. She was trying to convince Raven, who was ignoring her by reading a book by Edger Allen Poe, that the disgusting food was "absolutely glorious in taste" and that eating it together was a "wonderful way to strengthen their bonds of the friendship". Over on the couch, Beast Boy and Cyborg were playing a video game. Or more specifically, Cyborg was beating Beast boy in a video game.

"Dude, come on! That's no fair! You totally cheated!" whined the little green changeling.

"Fair's fair, BB," Cyborg retorted. "I can't help it that I'm better than y- booyah!"

Tossing his controller on the floor, Beast Boy flopped back on the large couch. "Ugh."

"Oh come on, man, don't be such a sore lo-" The cybernetic teen was cut off by an alarm blaring throughout the tower, the lights flashing a bright red.

Robin quickly rushed through the doors as if he had been standing right behind them when the alarm sounded. He ran up to the keyboard located in front of the large, floor to ceiling monitor at the front of the room and, after pressing a few keys, scanned the information being sent to them.

"…There's been a break-in at Wayne Industries…" he informed his team, confusion evident in his voice. Quickly pushing this feeling aside, Robin turned to the other Titans. "Be on your guard. Anyone who can break in there has skills," he warned, ignoring the annoying voice in the back of his head reminding him that he had been one of those people to break into the Wayne Jump City branch building. Bruce hadn't been too happy about that. Shaking his head to clear it of thoughts that would only leave him with a headache, Robin hollered, "Titans go!"

With that, they bolted out the doors, headed towards the city, towards Wayne Industries, and the person brave (or stupid) enough to attempt to rob Batman.