Hi, so I'm a new author to this particular fandom, but have had several stories roaming around my head for a while now, so I thought, Hey it's time to get this shit down on paper. And Vola. I expect to be making regular updates to this story, though chapters will be shortish at around 2000 words each, and the plot will move fast because I don't want many fillers in this story.
Also, just to get it out of my system, this is most definitely a slash, between Robin and Beast Boy. Also, Beast Boy is gonna be depressed, because it will make writing this soooo much easier - I want him to portray many of my own thoughts, but of course I will exaggerate the angst for the purpose of drama :)
Please review, even if it's just a number between 1 and 10, rating this story. And don't fail to tell me about any grammatical errors you notice, because they really drive me insane XD
I don't own Teen Titans, and unfortunately I have no witty method of expressing that :( Enjoy...
"So crime has been low for the last month now, and I've noticed it's been making certain people quite lazy, and other's have just simply abandoned their training regime altogether. Not mentioning any names of course, but I'm sure some members are so out of shape they've begun to widen at the waistline," Robin said, with a very pointed look at the resident changeling. Asshole, thought Beast Boy, as he huffed and avoided his leader's gaze.
"Well, Robin, man, it's kinda hard to train when there's no motivation there to push us. Not saying that should be an excuse, but seriously, you're not even pumping the iron as much these days," Cyborg said, ever the peace-keeper. In reality, he could just feel the rage coming from Beast Boy, as this was probably the third time this week that Robin had summoned the entire group, just to have a go at the Grass Stain. In all honesty, Cyborg was worried that Bird-Boy was taking it too far. It's not like he never trains, Cyborg mused, BB just doesn't really do as much as he should.
"But I still do," Robin replied, "and I'm spending most of my days going over suspect reports, keeping tabs on all minor crime in this city. I have taken to checking over neighbouring cities, and have sorted out the Jump City Prison to prevent future escapes. I know you, Cyborg, have taken it upon yourself to ensure the tower is constantly up to date with the latest security outfits, and Starfire has been acting as a go between for Titans East, helping them when they require assistance. I'm just really getting sick of walking into this room, and seeing Beast Boy playing his pathetic computer games at all hours of the day. I don't expect much from you these days, Beast Boy, but it would be nice if you at least elected to stay in shape for when crime does pick up." Robin accused, with hands on his hips as he stared down at Beast Boy.
The changeling was seated on the massive lounge chair in the main room, arms around his legs and head turned away from Robin. It didn't take a detective to notice how his pointed ears were drooped, his shoulders slumped, eyes down cast, and general body language implying that he was shutting himself off from the rest of the world.
"I train, Robin. Every day, and I know that you don't think I care, and that you think I'm lazy, but you're wrong. What about Raven? Why don't you ever pick on her? Why the hell, do you hate me so much that the only constructive thing you seem to do with your entire freaking day is have a go at me? News flash Robin, you're not really helping. You're just being, a massive. Pain. In. My. ASS!" Beast Boy screamed practically in Robin's face seeing as he was now on his feet, the Changeling's face mere inches from Robin's.
After a few intense seconds of staring into Beast Boys eyes, Robin began to feel uneasy, probably from the immense amount of hate he could see there. It definitely wasn't because of the close proximity, or the fact that he could feel Beast Boy's breath on his cheek. Well, Robin, now's kinda not the time to be thinking with your downstairs brain, the Boy Wonder thought to himself. Desperate, Robin stupidly uttered the only phase in the entire world that would blow the situation up in an explosion so massive, it would easily shame a nuke. "At ease Beast Boy. Calm down."
Beast Boy huffed, "I'm not a soldier," he growled.
"You're a titan, a member of my team."
"I'm a human being."
"You're my responsibility."
"No, I'm not. I've taken care of myself my entire freaking life. I've always had arrogant pricks like you, thinking you need to control me. Time to wake up Robin, and realise that I'm not your pet, and that you need to start treating me like your equal."
"I treat you the same as everyone else on this team Beast Boy."
"You're freaking delusional if you think that's true. You're picking on me, for no legitimate reason. Look at the hours I've logged in the gym, Robin. Slightly less than you, and more than everyone else on this team, not including, of course, the one hour flight I do each morning over the entire city. You call yourself a detective, and yet you constantly display an inability to see what's right in front of you."
Silence engulfed the room as Robin thought about that statement. Was that really true? Robin had merely assumed that Beast Boy had dropped the ball altogether, but in his defence the Changeling did sort of appear to have gained at least a few kilos. Of course, the devil on Robin's shoulder ushered, the only reason you've noticed that is because you can't keep your eyes off of Beast Boy. And he's 2 years younger than you, man. Come on; time to stop being a perve. Robin shushed the voice, knowing full well that Raven was in the room and could probably pick up on his train of thought. So naturally, Robin responded to his feelings the way every other confused and supposedly straight teenage boy would. He let his anger take control of his mouth.
"I think you need to get over yourself Beast Boy, if you seriously think I'm intentionally trying to own you, or if I come across as condescending on purpose. I think – "
"Wow Robin. You're not intentionally an asshole? Well that's worse. Guess that means you're a prick subconsciously too." Beast Boy said as he cut Robin off. The changeling abruptly changed into an eagle and flew from the room, leaving his teammates wondering where his sudden attitude had come from, and whether or not Robin really did discriminate against their youngest member.
Robin simply left the room quietly, he needed to check the logbook in the gym himself, and then maybe go a few rounds with a punching bag.
(So I left this story for a few hours, and made the most awesome plate of wedges ever: Sour cream, sweet chilli sauce, cheese, bacon and shallots. And then I realise, I'm not even fucking hungry D: )
Robin was standing outside Beast Boy's door, wondering just why the hell he was there, and why he was so utterly incapable of raising his hand to knock on the changeling's door. Come on Robin, man up, he told himself. Yeah, right, easier said than done.
Inside, Beast Boy had just gotten off the scales in his bathroom. To his complete horror (note the sarcasm; he honestly didn't give a shit), he had gained all of 3kgs. Big freaking whoop, he told himself. He walked back into his room from the ensuite, but stopped dead in the middle of the room. His animal instincts were telling him that someone was close by, and as he turned to his door the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Mentally laughing at himself as his imagination kicked into overdrive and pictured a zombie killer outside of his bedroom, Beast Boy moved silently over to the door and pressed open on the control panel. The door slid to the side revealing Robin, and Beast Boy couldn't help but feel smug at the surprised look on his leader's face.
"What do you want?" Beast Boy asked, narrowing his eyes as he stared down the intruder.
Robin's brain did a 360 as he desperately thought of an excuse to explain his presence. "I, ummm... I came to make sure you're room isn't completely trashed. You know Mento is coming around next week to check up on you, and I'm sure he wouldn't approve of..." Robin was shut up as Beast Boy moved to the side, allowing Robin a gaze at the perfectly tidy room.
"So, I don't know if you remember this, but I lived with Mento for 2 years. I'm fully aware of what he does and does not approve of, especially with matters concerning myself. But thanks for your confidence there, always helps to know your leader believes he can trust you." Beast Boy said, rather darkly.
The two boys simply looked at each other for a moment, before the Changeling grew bored.
"Is that all? Because contrary to your apparent belief, I actually have other, more constructive things I could be doing."
Robin sighed deeply and ran a hand though his hair. He hadn't realised just how pissed off Beast Boy was, and it was completely evident in his speech. The Changeling, when upset, cynical or just downright angry, had a habit of dropping his usual slang and resorted to more advanced language, a smart ploy that generally took his opponent by surprise, and left them feeling not only utterly stupid, but also out of their depth. Or at least, that was how Robin was feeling now. As Beast Boy moved to close the door in Robin's face, the Boy Wonder reached out and grasped hold of his wrist, twirling the Changeling back to face him.
"Look Beast Boy. I came to apologise. What you said back there, about me being –"
"A pretentious dickhead?" Beast Boy unnecessarily supplied, earning him a glare, albeit an amused one, from Robin.
"About me being arrogant, blind and unreasonably harsh – "
"Well that's putting it nicely."
"Beast Boy, please," which earned Robin a raised eyebrow from the Changeling as if to say, you think I'm going to make this easy on you? Are you stupid? Robin sighed and continued, "I know that you think I'm too hard on you. That you think I don't trust you or maybe that I'm deliberately targeting you because I hate you. But none of that is true."
"Then why? You don't ever go after Raven, she's a lot worse than I am and contributes the absolute least to this team. Or Cyborg, who is probably the laziest out of all of us. Or Starfire, who just flies around giggling all day and never takes anything seriously. Why the hell do you have this need to be on my back all the time, picking me up on every fault?"
"Because you're the youngest," Robin blurted out. Beast Boy huffed and made to move away, but Robin hadn't yet let go of his wrist and simply pulled the Changeling back. "Let me finish. You're the youngest, and the smallest, and I feel like you are my responsibility. You know, lately whenever we go into a fight, I'm not 100% because I'm looking around to make sure you're ok? It's driving me mental, it wasn't always like this. I feel like I have to protect you, and I guess I'm taking it too far, because I know I'm pushing you away. I'm honestly just trying to look out for you."
"Robin," Beast Boy said rather quietly, "I don't need you to take care of me. I may be the youngest, but I probably have the most experience with crime out of everyone on this team. And I'm the smallest, but it's not a weakness, I've long since learned how to manipulate my size in battle to my advantage. I don't need protection; I need you to trust me."
"I... I understand. I'm sorry." Robin said, finally letting go of the Changeling's wrist. Beast Boy, oddly, found himself missing the contact, but immediately pushed that thought to the back of his mind with the rest of the unimportant crap.
"Look, if you want to help, I'm happy to have you train with me a few times each week. Honestly it's been getting boring doing it all by myself. And when you're not all macho commando, you can actually be pretty helpful," Beast Boy said, smiling as he offered the compromise.
"Sounds good. We can start tomorrow if you like, at around –"
"NO! No mornings, dude. Maybe like 1 o'clock, cool?" Robin grinned as Beast Boy suddenly returned back to normal, and the Boy Wonder had a feeling that things between them were going to be okay.
"Fine. But do you really think you can get up by then?"
Beast Boy looked thoughtful, and replied, "You're right. We'd better make it 2."
Robin shook his head in false bewilderment, and turned to walk away, when Beast Boy reached out and grabbed his hand. Robin looked down at his hand and then up at Beast Boy, who had the slightest blush across his face but still held onto Robin as if determined not to let go. He looks cute, Robin thought, then mentally slapped himself. Seriously? He had just thought that?
"Thanks, Robin, for apologising and explaining. And I'm sorry too, for acting like a jackass."
"You kinda had a right to, Beast Boy. But it's behind us now, ok?"
Beast Boy nodded and Robin smiled. Beast Boy let go of Robin's hand and the Boy Wonder began to move away. He was all of 5 meters down the hall before he remembered something Beast Boy had said, something that had made alarms go ringing in Robin's head.
"Beast Boy, what did you mean, 'you've had the most experience with crime'?" Robin said turning around. He simply caught a glimpse of the Changeling's back as the door slid shut, but Robin could've sworn he saw Beast Boy stand a little straighter, and the hair's on the back of his neck stand up ever so slightly. But then the door shut, and Robin was left thinking that it was all in his imagination.
So there you go. Beast Boy has a history that's bound to come up in later chapters, and Robin is turning into a major pervert. Just to clarify, Beast Boy is around 16 in this fic and Robin, obviously, is 18.
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*Spoiler* Next Chapter: BB's sick, and Robin get's insanely overprotective, just cause I'm into that type of crap :) And I know I said BB would be depressed, trust me, it's happening :D