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1. Starfire is not naive.
Starfire wasn't stupid. Starfire was trained and educated by the best tutors on the planet Tamaran. Her knowledge of interspace travel was expansive and exceeded that of earth's top scientists. She could calculate complicated formulas in her head almost as quickly as Cyborg's computerized brain, and could easily name every star system in sight on a clear night. Starfire was not stupid and she did not like anyone accusing her of being such.
And yet, after a long day of fighting against robot after robot, freeing herself from trap after trap, and having been drooled on by a hypnotized Beast Boy; Mad Mod mocks her English. Starfire promptly set fire to his most recent fun-house with a few well-placed starbolts and snapped his cane while her friends watched in mild-horror.
Starfire's eyes glowed as she held Mad Mod aloft by the collar of his shirt.
"My English is fine. In fact, my grasp of the English language is excellent. You are the one who ends his sentences with prepositions and adds an r to the end of words that truly end in a sharp a sound as if you have no regard for phonetics."
Starfire steadily drifted upward as she continued to critique his use English. When she reached a certain height the color of her eyes returned to normal, but noticed that Mad Mod was having trouble breathing due to all of the smoke.
"Have we come to an understanding?" Starfire asked.
"Yes! Y-yes! Let me go! Please!" Mad Mod begged, his legs kicking out beneath him.
Starfire shrugged, "As you wish."
She let him go and he dropped through the air with a scream. The others gasped and Robin whipped out his grappling hook to swing in and save him, but Starfire swooped in and caught Mad Mod several yards from the ground.
"Forgive me," Starfire said as she eased the terrified villain onto his own feet, "When you said "Let me go", I thought you had meant for me to release my grip on you. I realize now, that you meant for me to release you from my custody. English is filled with so many shades of meaning."
Mad Mod didn't respond, but rather clung to the ground, shaking and almost in tears.
"Star…?" Robin glanced between her and Mad Mod, "What was that?"
Starfire turned to him with a vibrant smile. "An English lesson."
Robin watched the shaking Mad Mod, who looked at him pleadingly; as if Robin could protect him from any further interaction with the alien. The leader of the Titans let his head hang back and sighed.
"Cyborg, see if you can pry Mad Mod off the floor. Rae, wake up Beast Boy, and Star…" He rubbed at his temple, "Head on home, and uh…please don't give out any more English lessons on the way there."
"I shall try." Starfire waved at them and then giggled, "We shall celebrate our victory upon your return."
She floated away, humming under her breath as the others got to their tasks. Once the fire was under control, and Mad Mod had been hauled off in police custody, Raven and Cyborg voiced their concern.
"Soooo, what exactly did ya'll do when you visited Gotham for Christmas?" Cyborg asked. "Because that whole stunt had Batman written all over it."
When Robin remained silent Raven raised her eyebrows in realization.
"Tonight's pizza is gonna have mint frosting and banana peppers on it, isn't it?" She asked in slight disgust.
"Ohhhh, yeah." Robin nodded, "Let's go."
They headed back to the tower, while Beast Boy asked for a recap of what happened while he was out. The others simply told him to shut-up and warned him to never mention Star's poor English ever again.
