Beast Boy peered through the thin glass of the vial he held in his gloved hand, eyes transfixed on the translucent liquid the tiny, capped cylinder contained. His eyes narrowed as he gently shook the little container, watching the fluid slosh noiselessly against the sides.

From his vantage point on the rocky shore of Titans Island, Beast Boy could see Jump City across the bay by the illumination of streetlights and house lights. He turned slightly, and he was looking at Titans Tower, his home, where light shone warmly through the huge glass panes of various windows, reflecting off the fair sand on which he stood. He raised the vial once more and looked between it and the Tower, as if weighing his options.

The vial had come in the mail for him that same day. It had arrived in a small, simple brown box along with a typed letter from STAR Labs. When Beast Boy skimmed through the letter, immediately his heart had begun to thud in his chest. The letter was short, but stated simply that the company had inadvertently found a cure for his current condition, using a new sort of DNA mutation-inducing treatment. The specifics of how this treatment worked were hazy to him, but he couldn't care less. Beast Boy had removed the vial from the box with shaking hands. All he apparently had to do was drink it down.

This was just the breakthrough that Beast Boy had lost sleep while praying for during so many long nights over the years. And yet, this didn't bring him the joy he always thought it would. If his "condition" was cured, he would become the normal blonde haired, blue eyed Garfield Mark Logan that he had been so many years ago. Was that still what he wanted to be? He had had green skin and hair for so long, would pale skin and blonde hair make him feel like himself anymore?

Beast Boy sighed bitterly. He didn't think that this would be such a difficult choice for him to make. His prayers had been answered with this tiny container, and yet he hesitated. If he made the decision to use this cure, he could never go back to the way his life was now.

He had aspirations that he never let on to anyone on his team. He had dreams of being an actor, a veterinarian, and so many other things that he could never be as a green meta-human. While he looked like this, he could only ever be Beast Boy, the superhero. And until earlier that very day, he had been sure that Beast Boy was all he ever would be.

But if he gave up being Beast Boy, he would give up being a Teen Titan.

And so he had to make a choice: Titans or normalcy?

He swallowed heavily and looked at the vial once more, then pulled back his arm and threw the cure far into the bay.

It hit the water with a faint splash, and the deed was done.

Normalcy was overrated.

He was born to be a Titan.