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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      DCU_(Comics), DC_Animated_Universe, Teen_Titans_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Clark_Kent/Jason_Todd, Arella_(DCU)/Trigon_(DCU), Arella_(DCU)/Lex
      Luthor, Arella_(DCU)/Bruce_Wayne, Arella_(DCU)/Lex_Luthor/Bruce_Wayne,
      Lex_Luthor/Bruce_Wayne, Adeline_Kane_Wilson/Slade_Wilson
  Character:
      Arella_(DCU), Azar_(DCU), Trigon, Clark_Kent, Jason_Todd, Church_of
      Blood, Bruce_Wayne, Raven_(DCU), Lex_Luthor, Alfred_Pennyworth, Slade
      Wilson, Adeline_Kane_Wilson, Joey_Wilson, Diana_(Wonder_Woman), Barry
      Allen
  Additional Tags:
      Deliberate_Badfic, Bad_Fic, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape, Human_Sacrifice,
      Abuse, Child_Abuse, Drug-Induced_Sex, Church_of_blood_-_Freeform, Dubious
      Consent, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Alien_Biology, bisection, Cold_blooded
      Murder, Beheading, Polyamory, Telepathy, Grief/Mourning
  Series:
      Part 1 of Titans_of_a_Different_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-04 Completed: 2016-09-03 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 1775
****** Titans of A Different Yesterday ******
by ArellasMercy_(askarella)
Summary
     An alternate back story to the Teen Titans we know and love.
     Basically This is me fixing shit. This is a BadFic. This fic contains
     Bad Shit. Please do not read if under 18.
***** Arella *****
Titans of a Different Yesterday.
 
Arella
 
Arella was not born. She was  created . When Azar the Third realized that
Trigon sought to destroy the Earth, she gathered her people to her Temple.
There she held a year-long contest that encompassed every valuable human trait
and had the best of the best set aside. At the end of the year, she looked out
at the hundred or so people who had made the mark.
 
And then she told them that she was about to ask them to do something
unthinkable in order to save the lives of the Earth and her people. She asked
them to sacrifice their passion, their skill, their very hearts, in order to
create the most perfect woman. Every single one of them agreed. And so, Azar
got to work.
 
A decade later and a baby was created, with rich skin and riotous curls and
eyes like sapphires and great, powerful wings. Azar entrusted the child to a
pair of her followers for them to raise (after hiding her wings of course), and
sent them off to Earth.
 
The child (her name on Earth was Angela) was intended to be loved and valued
and cared for… but her caretakers saw her beauty and grew bitter. They hit and
starved and yelled at the girl, so much so that at the age of sixteen she ran
away from her home.
 
The Church of Blood took her in, and was so awed by her beauty that they
drugged her into a stupor and sacrificed her to Trigon, the creature that they
worshipped; though in doing so, they sealed his fate.
 
When Trigon brought the girl to his chambers in Limbo, he was struck by how
much he wanted to possess her, to mark her, to make her his. He fucked her,
hard, glamour slipping as he got closer and closer to completion. When his seed
spilled into her womb, the glamour fell away completely.
 
He was on his seventh orgasm when the drugs wore off and Angela realized what
was going on, that she was being raped by a monster, that this, this  creature
, was making her ride his massive cock, and that her womanhood felt as if it
was being torn in half.
 
As he finished inside and opened all six eyes to gaze upon her, instinct kicked
in. She locked him in place with her legs, tore off one of his great antlers,
and used the thing to rend him navel to throat.
 
As the blood splashed upon her naked form, her wings unfurled and power rushed
through her body.
 
By Azar’s original design, Angela's body should have dissipated, but it did
not. So the girl stood up and sat by the door.
 
Two days later a portal opened, and Angela was given her true name, Arella, and
welcomed home. A year later she gave birth to a beautiful child she named
Raven.

That is Arella’s Yesterday.
***** Bruce Wayne *****
Bruce
Everyone knows the story of Bruce Wayne. He was born rich, to a loving family
who cared for and supported him. Insert armed robber after a viewing of Zorro,
and it all goes to shit. Even in this different yesterday that is true. But in
this different yesterday, the poor orphan boy has more than a sole butler to
console him.

In this different yesterday, he has three best friends. The first is eccentric
fellow-billionaire Lex Luthor. He is a strange child, but loyal to the core and
nearly as brilliant as Bruce… nearly.
The second is childhood friend Angela Roth. She is kind and lovely and
passionate and her laugh is so lovely it cheers him instantly, though it seems
too… intense.
The third is Clark Kent. Clark is strong and fierce and something about him
feels off, like the way his smile is so full of teeth, but he is comforting in
his own way.

Alfred flies the boys and sends a car for the girl and the four children spend
the next week in a cuddle pile, surrounding him like a blanket of people who
don’t quite fit in, people just like Bruce. They never use their real names,
just nicknames. Bruce is Crybaby, Lex is Richboy, Angela is Angel, and Clark is
Redneck.
They watch bad movies and eat bad food (excepting Angela, she vomits the stuff
up and Alfred brings her healthy things to eat).

Bruce is so loved, so cared for, that he is in a much better place by the time
he realizes what a bad problem the mob is. He realizes it when searching for
Angela when they are both sixteen and she has gone missing. He cannot find her
and he panics. He (over the next five years) trains himself in everything
martial arts and mental health and in diplomacy, and in the year after that,
the mob is gone, the Batman is triumphant.

But every year on Halloween he sits the night out. And he mourns with Clark and
Lex. The missing piece of their group nags at them the most that night, the
night they decided was the night Angela died.
***** Lex Luthor *****
Lex
When Alexander Luthor was five years old, he met Bruce Wayne. They became fast
friends, to the surprise of absolutely no one. They were brilliant children,
with sizeable fortunes in their futures, and they adored the company that they
were together.
When he was seven, Lex was introduced to Angela Roth, a girl that was the most
beautiful he had ever seen. Bruce agreed with him on that point, and they
decided not to fight over her affections, but to let her decide. She decided
neither, to no one’s surprise. She was more concerned with learning how to eat
junk food without retching (something she never achieved).
When Lex was ten he met Clark Kent by complete accident and he added the farm
boy to the group. Clark and Angela became almost as close as Lex and Bruce were
to each other.
Lex was NOT jealous.
When Lex was thirteen and having the monthly get-together with his friends,
Angela stood up and glowered at her friends. “I hate all of you.” She declared
with finality. “But I love you too so it evens out I guess.” She nodded to
herself and grabbed Bruce’s glass of cola, downing it then shuddering. “Also I
can hear your thoughts. It started happening a month ago.” With that she ran to
the trash bin and the cola left her while the boys panicked, wondering what
unspeakable horrors she had heard from their minds.
When she stood back up again she pointed at Clark “No one gives a shit where
you’re from” She moved her finger to Lex and Bruce “And look you two, if you
wanna be together AND with me, that’s chill… just don’t do anything without me,
you weirdos.”
Lex’s life was happy for the next three years. He loved them both, and they
loved him. He often thought that without their love and Clark’s friendship that
he would have gone mad trying to figure out why Clark was so… border-line feral
after he turned thirteen. But with two loving significant others, he had no
time to wonder, as most of his time was devoted to his own hobbies or things
with or for his loves.
Then it happened. She disappeared. And Bruce holed himself up for five years.
He was alone. So he moved to Metropolis, funded Clark’s education, and went
into the Meta-Human business- or rather, the business of helping them. He found
out that Clark was an alien, that the feral-ness would calm down when (not if)
he found his destined one. It was good… not great, but good. He missed Bruce
and Angela, but he coped. Clark was good for that.
Lex busied himself with helping Clark become Superman, with making suits and
gear and being his alibi. The tabloids called Clark his lover and Lex used that
as an alibi many a time. He did not feel fulfilled, but he was almost too busy
to care.
Lex never became a villain, he was simply too heartbroken and busy to do so.
***** Clark Kent *****
Clark
When Clark Kent was thirteen, he hit puberty. Or rather, it hit him.
Repeatedly.
With a sledgehammer.
Covered in kryptonite.
Dipped in acid.

For a month he lay curled on his bed in agony and growled and bit at anyone who
dared to come near him. At the end of that month, he was taller, stronger, and
more on edge than he ever had been. That was when his parents told him.
He wasn’t human. He was an alien. An alien. Who crashed to Earth in a
spaceship. That they kept hidden in the barn.

What.
The.
Frick.

So Clark climbed in, naturally, and the thing activated, took him to the south
pole, and the thing created a palace of ice. And started teaching him about how
his biology was different from humans. About how he would have this… this drive
to help people. A drive tied to his body’s need to find its perfect match. A
perfect match that he would be able to identify by the scent of their blood.
Ew. Ew. Ew. It told him that he would have this drive his entire life, even
after finding his match, and that that need had led to the most peaceful
society in the entire galaxy.
Yay.

But the ship also told him that he had baser instincts than humans. It warned
him that, should he see too much fatal bloodshed, that he would become feral,
insane with bloodlust and that none but his perfect match would be safe from
him. And that he would always have a touch of bloodlust, always be a predator
at his core.

And Clark- no, Kal-El- knew this to be true.
***** Diana Prince and Barry Allen *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Diana Prince
There are no changes in her story, for her Gods made it so, and who am I to
argue with the divine?
===============================================================================

Barry Allen
His story remains the same- for in the grander scheme of things, his actions
are as solid and durable as a diamond, and harder to hammer into a new shape.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I'm gonna be honest my dudes, Donna and Wally have very little to do
     with this AU. Sorry.
***** Slade Wilson *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Slade Wilson
Not much changed for Slade Wilson. Not much, save his eye. And his ability to
be compassionate.
When poor Joey was kidnapped, instead of being arrogant, Slade begged his Addie
for her help in retrieving their son, in saving that poor boy.
And the first thing he did when the kidnappers where dead was to swear off the
Merc business.
So his eye was spared, his marriage remained intact, and Joey retained his
voice.
But oh, the ripples will spread.
Chapter End Notes
     And that's it for the Yesterday! Up next is the Today!
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