Teen Titans doesn't belong to me. :)
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Floor-shaking footsteps were resonating throughout Titans Tower East. Footsteps that seemed to be moving ever-closer to the living room. Footsteps that sounded like they distinctly came from a high-heeled boot. Footsteps that probably belonged to a very ticked-off adolescent heroine.
With a shout of, "SPEEDY!" Bumblebee charged right up to the boy in question, simultaneously throwing a tawdry-looking magazine to the floor. Her wings quivered in fury, and smoke seemed to be rising from her nostrils.
Speedy looked up casually, distracted from his hairstyling. "What's up, chief?"
Bumblebee seemed unable to contain her anger, as she pointed to the tabloid on the floor. Among other headlines, the rag seemed to contain an article on, "Hot Chicks of the West Coast!" Though somewhat ruined from the death-grip Bee had held it in, it was clear that the magazine was one meant for the male gender.
Speedy shrugged. "It's not porn or anything. Don't go getting your stingers in a twist." He sniffed indignantly, and returned to his grooming. At this, the young heroine snatched his mirror away, and flung it onto a chair opposite. Speedy began to protest, but he quailed under her intimidating glare.
"If you EVER..." she ground out, teeth gnashing and clenching alternatively, "EVER leave your trash in my bathroom again boy, heads will ROLL. GOT IT?" While speaking, her finger had actually come within a centimeter of his nose, and she had begun to hover a few inches off the ground. Speedy considered this, then a sly smile spread across his face.
"You know, Bee..." he said, choosing his words carefully, "If I didn't know better, I might think you were jealous."
As Bumblebee mouthed wordlessly, he got up, fetched his mirror, and sauntered out the door.