Beast Boy's POV
Starfire blasted Cinderblock, knocking him back into an apartment building. "Can I not obtain help?" she asked worriedly.
"I'm on it!" I declared, transforming into a T-Rex and running straight into Cinderblock. I stumbled back, realizing that I must've hurt myself more than I had hurt him. I couldn't stifle a chuckle while I realized what Robin and Raven would probably say about my lack of efficiency.
Speaking of Robin and Raven, they were busy fighting Plasmus with Cyborg, so Cinderblock was all up to Starfire and me. As Cinderblock's arm swung at me, I reacted quickly by transforming into a mouse, narrowly escaping the blow as I shrunk. Unfortunately, I hadn't realized that Starfire had been right behind me. I transformed into a pterodactyl and caught my falling friend.
"That's gonna leave a mark," I joked, earning my expected unsure giggle from Starfire. I knew that my jokes would cheer her up, even though she doesn't understand them and they're sometimes at her expense.
"Beast Boy!" Robin yelled angrily. I ignored him, as I watched Starfire fly up and shoot Cinderblock with repeated green blasts. I turned into a snake and wrapped myself around two light posts behind Cinderblock. Starfire's blasts knocked him backwards into me, making him fall unconscious onto the street.
As I turned back into a human, I felt totally exhausted and my abdomen was painful. But, I realized that I was not going to be given a chance to relax, when I heard Starfire beckoning me, "Come friend! We must help our fellow Titans!" I sighed because I knew that I could neither turn down Starfire nor let down my friends. I flew over to Plasmus as a hawk, dove down at him, and at the last second, changed into a kangaroo and kicked him down.
"Nice!" Cyborg hi-fived me.
I smiled and took pride in Robin's approving look. "Wait…" I looked around, "where's Raven?" I heard her familiar, annoyed groan, as she flew out from under Plasmus' arm, covered in maroon goo. I couldn't help smirking.
"Don't," she ordered, angrily. I broke down into uncontrollable laughter. I couldn't even feel it when Raven thrust all the goo from herself onto me.
Terra's POV
The morning bell rang, signaling that I only had five minutes to get to class. "I wish you guys would've taken French," I whined, grimacing and waving good-bye to my two best friends, Gretchen and Ashley.
"Come on Terra, why would we take such a difficult class?" Ashley asked.
"Everyone complains about how strict Monsieur Pelletier is," Gretchen explained, while they walked away to their English class.
I shuffled into my homeroom class. I noticed that the weird girl whom I usually sit next to had added purple hair to her plethora of abnormalities. However, instead of scoffing, as I had the month before when she had pierced her eyebrow, I abruptly stopped walking. Strangely, the purple hair seemed familiar, except the waviness seemed different. None of my friends would ever do something like that, I thought.
"Can I help you?" the girl… Laura, I think, asked, making her annoyance clear through her tone.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, realizing that I must have looked really awkward and stupid standing in the door of the classroom staring at a girl's hair. "N-no." I quickly sat down in the chair to her left, blushing ashamedly.
As the late bell rang, my teacher looked disapprovingly at the three empty seats in the class. I noticed that my closest friend in the class, Gary, was among the three offenders. For his sake, I hoped that he was out sick, but for my own, I wanted him to face the consequences of being tardy to save me from having to have a conversation with Laura.
The morning announcements started, "After school, there will be a varsity boys' basketball game in the…" Suddenly, there was a loud crash outside. I gasped and jumped along with the rest of the class, excluding the unfazed Laura. Creepy, I thought. My teacher sighed, allowing my peers and I to rush over to the window. The first thing that I noticed was that my apartment complex had been destroyed. I grimaced but was quickly distracted by a weird glob of maroon goo and what looked like a concrete monster on the ground. Then, I realized why Laura's hair had looked so familiar, recognizing the gothic titan. Finally, my eyes rested on that strange green kid who had bugged me earlier that year. Suddenly, I felt sick and ran back to my chair, just before my teacher demanded, "D'accord, vous avez vu les héros! Assez-vous!"