Robin sat, staring intently at his wall. Slade had been quiet for a long time now, and he was getting worried about what was going on. Perhaps a master plan? Some sort of creature's, waiting for his green light, so that they could attack the titans? He needed something to get his mind off of this. He could hear Beast Boy and Cyborg playing Stankball in the hall. Maybe a good game could help...
Slade held a screwdriver, making the final adjustments to his robotic plague beetle. If he couldn't defeat the Teen Titans in physical combat, then he would destroy them with a deadly disease...
"I DEMAND A REMATCH!" Beast Boy yelled at Cyborg and Robin. He had been beaten 17 times in a row, and wouldn't accept his defeat. Starfire walked down the hall.
" I wish to participate in the game of the stinky ball!"
"Star's on my team!" Beast Boy called to the players across the hall.
" Sure Star, you can play." Cyborg told her.
"Hooray!" Starfire cried with glee. She grabbed the ball that was at her feet and hugged it. Suddenly, her left nostril twitched. She sniffed the ball of rolled up sweaty socks. Her eyes widened before she fell to the ground, knocked out by the smell. Beast Boy chuckled.
" She said stinky ball." Cyborg giggled with him...
One of Slade's worthless slaves spoke to him. " Who shall deliver the machine?"
" You came to me, so it shall be you."
" But sir, you are thinking too qui-"
" Sir, you have a visitor." Another slave piped up.
" Come..." Slade said in his usual monotone voice.
" Hello... " a dark figure said from the shadows.
" What do you want!" Slade snapped at the stranger.
" I need to talk to you." Slade looked at the man's eyes, unwillingly though. It was like something had forced him to. The slaves stared at the bright light, and then ran from it...
" Hey guys." Terra called from across the hall. " OH MY GOD, IT'S STANKBALL!" She grabbed a stick from the rack on the wall, and started playing the game in place of Starfire.
So, what do you think? good, not good? I'm new, but believe me, it'll get better.