"I'm telling you, he's trying to kill me."
"Dude, he couldn't kill a fly. Seriously, he's harmless. I'll tell Robin about this but, yeah, just to give you a heads up, he's not going to think this has anything to do with Control Freak. Probably has to do something with Slade…. it's always Slade with that guy… you know? I guess you wouldn't know, hey, um-"
She could tell he was checking out her tits. This pubescent green fucker was checking out her tits whilst she begged for his help. Asshole. She waited until he could gain his bearings. She knew she had given him something to fap to that night. She rolled her eyes.
"You should really let the local cops know about that stuff. I mean, Robin's really busy right now and uh; I'll let him know about that letter. I mean, Control Freak has tried some freaky shi- uh, stuff, but, it doesn't seem like his style. I'm sure you got a lot of guys sending you stuff like that, being a model and all..."
"I never said I was a model."
"Really? Because I could have sworn I've seen you somewhere. If it wasn't a magazine… it was probably in my dreams…"
He puffed out his chest. He even had the gall to wink.
He thought she was a groupie. He thought, no, he had the audacity to think she made up this elaborate story to, what, have a chance to suck some Titan's heroic dick? This little shit was trying to get some.
"Go fuck yourself."
Beast Boy shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the car. Cyborg had the car running.
"Yo B, what took you so long?"
"Same ole' same ole'… you know the ladies. Can't even pick up snacks without them wanting something to snack on… something green… like my di-
"B quit playin', Rob's really gotta start putting his foot down with the groupie's ya' know?"
"She totally wanted me! Who said anything about Robin?"
But he already knew the answer. It was always about Robin.
"But, dude, she was all like"- Beast Boy put on his best sex kitten voice- 'Control Freak is trying to-
"Control Freak? Wait what?"
"Yup. Control Freak. So she was like, 'Yeah Control Freak sent me this letter and I want Robin to read the letter because I want him inside me blah blah blah oh man his spandex makes me so wet!' Can you say desperate?"
"How did she say she knew Control Freak?"
"High School… or something like that. I don't know dude, it's like, why not go to the cops first if you get a creepy letter? And, has she even seen Control Freak."
As Beast Boy tucked himself in that night with his cock in his hand and some Vaseline to liven things up, he envisioned that woman's body and those lips…
Days later Beast Boy would see that woman's face on page six. "Felicity Duncan, 22, found dead…"