Unfortunately, I do not own Teen Titans. Possibly even more upsettingly, Beast Boy cannot actually be mine. WAAAAA.
I'm writing this on my new toy (my iPad (cue audience "Ooooh")) so there may be some interesting autocorrects I've missed. With some imagination you might be able to figure them out!
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"Titans! Trouble!" Boy Wonder shouted. Beast Boy rolled his eyes; like the wailing alarm, pulsating red lights and automatically appearing crime locator thing intruding the screen which his game had been in full swing only moments ago hadn't given it away, the self elected leader decided it was of upmost importance that he had to inform the team too. Throwing his controller on the couch dramatically, he leant his right arm on the back of the sofa and swung himself over it, sprinting after Cyborg who was yelling at Robin to not open the T-car before he gets there. Naturally, by the time he and Cy had reached the basement, Raven and Starfire were already nestled in the back seat and Robin had trespassed the passenger seat.
"Come on Cy, we might lose him!" The Boy Wonder grumbled, clipping his seat belt in impatiently.
"My baby! You violated my baby! My precious!" Cyborg wept as he ran towards them.
"Come on Robin." Beast Boy said, jumping into the back seat and closing the door. "How'd we lose him? Intelligence said it was Overload. We couldn't lose him; he's not bright enough to slip past us!" He grinned, hoping to receive praise for his wit.
"Oh my." Raven said dryly as the T-car revved her engine, "How ever will I contain my laughter?"
"What I mean, Beast Boy, is that someone could get to him first." Robin said, his mask narrowing and his fist punching his palm.
"Like someone who got to my baby first?" Cyborg drew Robin a look.
Beast Boy gave a mock laugh; "Be serious. We're the Teen Titans. Who else could possibly bring him down?"
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The surge of electricity narrowly avoided her as she leapt to the side like a feline, setting its stinging grasp into the grocery shop window instead, shattering the glass. Flicking her head up she rolled under the preceding jolt, and the next, and the next. She pounced at the lumbering brute with a battle cry, aiming for the chip that completed him. She outstretched her rubber gloves, frowning darkly, inches from her target. A wail escaped her as a fist of crackling bolts met her rib cage and sent her rolling along the ripped tarmac of Jump City, rubble scratching her exposed forearms. Enraged, she rose to one knee and then leapt forward and with mammoth strength upturned and tossed an abandoned car at the beast. Occupied with devouring the high tech music system (which she reckoned she would have to reinstate the owner at some point, some where, some how) she scurried under him like a rat- at least she assumed it was a guy. Coiled under him like a snake ready to strike, she could not be sure of the sexuality of Overload. She guessed it was a "LGBTIQQA"... Or at least that was a genuine Yahoo! answer she read once, though why she 1) googled it and 2) remembered that at this particular moment in time she could not fathom. She shook her head like a lion would shake its mane and then shot up and clung to the underside of Overload like a possum would grab a tree. She felt the static course through her body like blood through her veins, but she clamped her agony down simultaneously with her tongue and began to crawl towards his chest. Noticing her presence, Overload tossed the car aside and swung his fist down. The force met her back with immense power, plucking a scream from her throat. His hand went right through her, the volts of power coursing in a different direction from the other circuit of her body, his energy curling around her straining heart. She felt her blood boil due the current and realised her strength was escaping her as her heart rate increased. Grudgingly she let go and slipped to the ground, landing on her feet before buckling and dumping down on her ass. Smarting, she forced herself to vacate her landing area for she didn't fancy receiving another television sized blow of electricity meeting her tiring body. Retreating slightly, she considered her options. She saw a jagged sheet of glass sitting horizontally out of a building after bearing a fist from Overload. If she could just-
Ripped from the ground by an almighty force of bone shuddering electricity she was sent flailing into the front of a vacated bus. She smashed through the wind screen of the bus, through the cab and the first three rows of chairs. Groaning, panting, bleeding and slightly scared, she edged her way put of the crumpled bus, dragging herself back into the fight. Weak kneed, sore and suddenly physically exhausted, she put together the strings of her half plan and soared into the air like a wounded bird, crouched on the fragile glass as weightless as a butterfly before launching straight down towards the chest of Overload like a lioness pouncing at prey. She dove right into the electrical being, yelling in agony and, clutching the chip, she tumbled out of his back and landed with one knee raised on the ground on the other side, head bent. She heard Overload yell in anger as he was absorbed into the chip in her hand.
"BOOYAH! That's what I'm talking about!." a voice exclaimed in disbelief in front of her. She went to raise her head, but the fatigue gripped her and sent her under, her body toppling forward to sprawl on the floor lifeless.
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