Notes: This fic was the creation of yet another writing prompt from Writer's Digest. It said that "your family isn't cooperating with your writing career, so you've decided to go on strike". Therefore, I decided to change it to a Teen Titans comedy instead. Here are the team's demands. Enjoy! I might continue this if I get enough positive reviews.
Dear citizens of Jump City,
The Teen Titans have come to the conclusion that because of the lack of respect for our job as superheroes for your city, we are officially going on strike. Yes, I know, you're all thinking the same thing. Can we go on strike? Considering the fact that we do not get paid for our services, I think it is very reasonable for us to do so. And so we are.
From now on, here's the deal:
First of all, if there's a monster destroying the city, handle it yourself. Yes, you read this correctly. The next time that Plasmus or a creature just as ugly wreaks havoc upon Jump, grab some pitchforks and knives and defend yourselves. And while you're at it, clean up the mess afterwards too.
Secondly, should there be a robbery at the bank, just grab whatever money you have and run. Unless you're willing to try your hand at magic or some strange type of martial arts; it would be in your best interest to just get out of the way. You don't stand a chance against them.
Third, maybe it would help if you all became recluses. I mean, we're going on strike. That probably means that villains will try to take over the city in our absence. Boy, I would sure hate to be you guys. Lock yourselves in your houses, store up food for the next ten years or so and live happily without direct sunlight.
However, we do have a proposition for you all that will make this strike a lot shorter than we originally planned.
We want you to create a Teen Titans Day, where you honor us in the city. Parades, floats, the whole shebang. Once a year would be fine, though once a month would definitely help shorten the strike even more.
Also, would it kill city hall to pay for us to live in the Tower? Yes that's right, we want our expenses covered. We're teenage heroes for goodness sakes; we don't have time to get jobs. We were at one time too busy defending the city. Yes, we will still pay for our own pizza and necessities. If you agree to this, we'll at the very least stop bank holdups and smalltime crime.
Stop stereotyping us in the newspapers. Yes, Raven wears dark clothing. That does not make her a goth or a freak. Starfire is indeed an alien, but she's more than a pretty face everyone. Talk about how tough she is instead of her outfit. Yes, Cyborg is a cyborg, but he's part human too. It would be nice if you'd acknowledge this. Robin does wear bright colors but this doesn't make him a clown. Well, we really don't know that but I would assume not. Besides, he's not very funny anyway. Beast Boy is indeed green, but please stop referring to his coloring as mold-green or sea-foam. His kind of green is nowhere near those. He's just green, plain green, maybe even a handsome forest green if you will.
We also want a moped. Just one. Yes, we'll all share it.
Yours truly,
The Teen Titans
Beast Boy grinned triumphantly as he pressed the button to print the letter he had just written. When the two pages were completed, he grabbed them out of the tray and raced out to the common room.
"Raven," he called out as he entered the area. He spotted the girl in question making tea in the kitchen and quickly joined her, "Would you look over this for me?"
Raven raised an eyebrow in curiosity as she moved the kettle off the stove. She poured some hot water into a black mug and placed a tea bag inside before turning to Beast Boy and taking the paper from his hands. She scanned the first few sentences, "Beast Boy, what is this?"
"Well, I figured that we do so much for the city that the city should give back," Beast Boy told her with a grin, "See, if we go on strike-"
"Strike," Robin exclaimed from his place at the GameStation, "Beast Boy, we can't go on strike."
"And why not?" Everyone stared in surprise, as this statement came from none other than Raven.
"What do you mean 'why not'," Robin asked, "Raven, you know what would happen to the city if we left it to fend for itself."
"Well, why not," Raven repeated, "Beast Boy has a few good points here. I bet we really could get Jump to pay for our expenses here at the Tower, though having an annual Teen Titans Day might be asking a bit much. And the moped?" She just looked at Beast Boy and shook her head at that one.
"It wouldn't last forever," Beast Boy stated, "Just for a couple of days. Come on Robin, wouldn't you like to have a day all for yourself? You could train as much as you want."
"Maybe even watch a romantic movie with your girlfriend," Cyborg couldn't help cutting in with a grin, nudging their leader in the ribs.
Robin turned an interesting shade of red at the comment before he reluctantly admitted, "I wouldn't mind the break." Then he spoke more forcibly, "Okay, we're going on strike!" He pounded his fist onto the couch at the declaration.
"Which chick flick would you care to watch Robin," Starfire declared, flying into the room with her hands full of DVDs, having left the second that romantic movies were mentioned, "I have a total of one hundred and sixty seven."
"I blame you Beast Boy," Robin muttered under his breath.
"Hey, you brought it upon yourself," Raven reminded him, "Come on Beast Boy. Let's send this letter to the city and make our demands. But first, let's work on your grammar."