Author's Note: Hey, this is Tigeress419 here with my very first Teen Titans fic! I sort of came up with this idea on a whim, which is really unusually for me because stories end up brewing in my mind a long time before they reach the paper, er, screen. Then again this is probably a blessing in disguise so that I don't second guessing myself, over-analyzing and end up screwing the whole thing up. I had one Angel fic where that happened. It may be a Thanksgiving fic but I'm pretty sure the final chapter won't come until at least the weekend but oh well.
Summary: The Titans have to prepare dinner for the mayor, but things go off course and they all end up in some awkward situations in front of the mayor who jumps to some crazy conclusions about them. It's better than it sounds.
Disclaimer: So authors have funny sarcastic little sayings here, but I don't have the imagination to come up with my own. I don't own the Teen Titans.
A Titans' Thanksgiving
Beast Boy fidgeted uncomfortably in the large, leather chair. He kept getting the vibe that he, and his fellow Teen Titans members, where in trouble like they were in the principal's office about to be interrogated about the writing on the bathroom wall or prank or something like in those teen movies! Still Robin had assured them that it wasn't that big deal, the mayor just wanted to "review" his policies with them.
Mayor Ralph Ackerman had won re-election that month by a mere two and a half percent over his more popular, attractive and overall more likeable opponent. He wanted to let the public to know that this second term was going to be turning over a new leaf. Advisors were resigning and moving in left and right and he was going over, and in most cases, drastically revising every single policy he could, ones towards the Teen Titans.
Cyborg observed the spacious office, with its modern décor, there was a wall-length window behind the shiny, mahogany desk with neatly stacks papers on top of it. On the left wall there were various pictures of the Mayor when he held lesser, and less recognizable public offices. Cyborg couldn't help but noticed that in each picture that the mayor's hair line receded even farther and farther.
The door opened so suddenly that BB jumped a bit in his seat.
"Sorry to keep you waiting but it was a very important meeting, mayor stuff and such," the slightly overweight and bald man astonishing quickly made his way behind the desk.
He continued, "Well, Robert, you seem to-"
"It's Robin," the masked teen corrected and who was not in the mood for small talk, "What do you need to talk with us about?"
"Ah, yes" the mayor pull out a paper from his leather briefcase, "Well, I was looking over your published financial report. I know it must seem silly to you kids, but to people in the government it's actual quite important--"
Robin was starting to get annoyed on how he was talking down to them, "What's wrong with the financial report?"
"Oh no, nothing is wrong with it," the mayor now sensing the Boy Wonder's frustration, "It's just that I couldn't help noticing that you receive a rather large grant from an 'anonymous' source."
"Well not every contributor wants to be know, that just simply want to give," Robin replied and thought it was a logical answer it wasn't the true one. The grant was from Bruce Wayne but if anyone saw the connection between Robin and Bruce they would most certainly come to the conclusion of Batman's secret identity.
"That may be acceptable, when people give to the arts, like the local theatre or something, but this is very different in nature. It is a very large sum of money, and I need to know who or where it is coming from."
An uncomfortable silence filled the room for the next few moments, until someone spoke up who the mayor hadn't noticed was even there.
"You do know that that silence means we aren't giving you the contributor's name," a dry, monotone voice.
"Oh," the mayor was taking aback by the dark, hooded figure but then regain his composure, returning his focus to Robin, "We need to be in cooperation, you may not know this but I'm one of your defenders within the local government. Many people say that your large headquarters interrupts trade with in the bay and the sky, that your lack of adult supervision sends a dangerous message to the city's youth, by the fact that none of you go to school that it promotes truancy," he rose from his seat, his voice gradually rising too, "But I have defend you! I have preached about how instrumental in capturing unusual criminals. That you send a message of hope and helping law enforcement to the teenagers of the city! I have--"
The mayor speech was cut short by the opening of the door and the head of a woman popping in. She had short brown hair cut in a bob and large round glasses that hid her true eyes with their glare.
"Sir, it is your wife on the line," she announced, oblivious to what was going on.
"Can't it wait Marcie, tell her I'll be on in a minute," the mayor gritted through his teeth.
"Well, she isn't on the line anymore; she just left a message,"
"Wait until--"
"She said 'I'm not spending Thanksgiving with you, find some else to cook your turkey' and then something about 'I'm going to have enjoy myself with Eri-'"
"Marcie, that's enough!"
An awkward silence filled the room, mostly because the Titans' had received just a little too much information. Then an idea popped into Starfire, a nice idea but a horrible nice idea. From what she had gather from television commercial and the last comment, Thanksgiving was a celebration that involved the terrible desire to go to the grocery store, what the sport know as "football" though the foot was rarely used, and turkey.
"You may spend the Thanksgiving with us!" she exclaimed in her usual cheerful voice. The rest of her teamates' jaws dropped hoping that she had not just given that offer.
The young alien girl faced Marcie, "You may come as well and we will all celebrated the festival of the Thanksgiving!"
"Why that is great idea young lady," the mayor complemented, "I think it would be much better to discuss all of this in a more causal setting."
"I don't have anything else to do, sir" Marcie commented more to herself than her boss.
"Great then" Robin said in false enthusiasm, knowing that there was no way he could take back Starfire's off. He stood up from his chair and then he remembered him something.
Robin with a genuine smile asked, "Mayor Ackerman, how are you going to get to Titans' Tower? The ferry is closed on all holidays."
"Well, you kids have all those gadgets to get to and fro from the mainland to your little island. Couldn't you pick me and Marcie up?" the mayor retorted, he knew that Robin was trying to squirm his way out of this. The Titans were all standing now, just waiting to rush out of there.
"Yeah sure, that'll work. Hey, you get to see my baby then! Well bye" Cyborg hastily said and he and the rest rushed out the door.
Marcie and the mayor bother looked at each other, blinking in silence, "Baby?"
A/N: I know it wasn't all that funny this chapter, but it was mostly to set up the plot, just bare with me. In upcoming chapters, Raven gets the flu, Star had to go to the store ALONE, BB ends up cooking and Robin and Cyborg get stuck in "traffic". Please review, and tell me what you think so far or at least just to tell me that you read it
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