Chapter One: Blame.
"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me-"
Click.
"Just one more fight about your leadership and I will straight up leave your shit-"
Click.
"I wanna fuck you like an animal-"
"Gah!" Click.
"It's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said 'I'm angry'-"
Click.
"I wanna feel you from the inside-"
Click.
"'Cause I need you probably as bad as I need another hole in the head-"
Click.
"I'm too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat-"
Click.
"I believe you would leave me for dead, me for dead-"
Kablam!
The radio was shattered by a bolt of black light. Robin scowled at Raven.
"I was listening to that."
"No you weren't. You were flicking through stations, which was incredibly distracting. I'm trying to read."
"You don't have to read in here."
"You don't have to listen to music in here."
Robin sighed, and left the room without another word, before the conversation took a now-familiar route. It had been like this for the last three days. Raven had been snapping at anyone and everyone. Robin knew what the reason was, and he was smart enough to realise that mentioning it to her was a one-way ticket to Painsville. Robin noticed he was walking towards the gym, and decided to follow the advice his feet were giving him. He needed to vent some stress. On the way he passed Cyborg, who simply nodded and stepped to one side, so as not to impede his leader.
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Raven sighed as a swish of black and yellow announced her leader's departure. She sighed, but her regret at blowing up (literally) in his face was far from sufficient for her to actually do anything about it. Her relative peace had returned, but she was almost pleased to be interrupted. She needed a distraction from her emotions, who were shouting.
However, she was less than pleased to find Cyborg in the room. For the last three days, he had been openly hostile towards her, and she didn't like it. It was like he was blaming her for this whole damned situation. And why would he do that?
Sometimes, she hated the voices in her head, especially when they were sarcastic.
"Hey." Raven said, officially initiating a conversation for the third time in her entire life.
Cyborg merely grunted, and turned his back on her.
Raven scowled. "Look, I don't know what your problem is-"
"No. You wouldn't." With that, Cyborg extracted a can from the fridge and stalked off.
Raven was about to run after him and demand an explanation, when she was suddenly struck by the meaning of Cyborg's words.
"He thinks this is my fault?"
And why would he do that, as I said before?
Raven rubbed her temples. She needed to pay her emotions a little visit.
Suddenly, Raven found herself bathed in red light, a roaring cacophony in her ears. The alarm, Trigon damn it. Oh well. At least now she'd be allowed to punch someone.
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Beast Boy went into a sharp nosedive, and landed in a tree. Shifting back into his approximately human form, he sat on the wide branches, and thought, something he had avoided doing for two days now.
Let's see. I have no food, no changes of clothes, no clear idea of where I'm going, nothing.
So far, his situation was familiar.
But this time, I have a wallet, and several thousand dollars in my account, thank you Jump City Council.
But he still had no clear idea of where to go. Shifting into a hawk, Beast Boy took to the air and followed a motorway he stumbled across until he found a gas station. There, he bought a sandwich and a map, pointedly ignoring the slack-jawed boy on the till, although he couldn't tell whether his lack of jaw control was a result of surprise at seeing what looked like an honest-to-God elf, or simply bucolic stupidity.
Sitting on a grassy knoll, Beast Boy ate his sandwich and looked at the map. Unable to decide upon a location, he closed his eyes and pointed at the index, and looked at the city nearest to his finger. Gotham.
You must be joking. He tried again.
Bludhaven. Almost as bad. One last try.
Star City. What the hell, why not?
With a destination finally in mind, Beast Boy began to plan his route, folding the map so that the entire state of California was invisible.
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"Alright, you…wait…" Mammoth counted on his fingers, mouthing the numbers. "Aren't there supposed to be five of you?"
"Yeah? Where's the green guy?" Asked Billy Numerous, seemingly indignant that the now accurately named Hive Five were no longer worthy of fighting all five Titans.
Unfortunately, none of the Titans seemed talkative, bar their leader, who restricted himself to his usual battle cry. Wykkyd looked sidelong at Numerous, who nodded. It was time to retreat.
Billy immediately sent out four clones, who immediately set about distracting a Titan each, while Kyd warped in front of Raven, who had no time to react to a suckerpunch to the gut.
Wykkyd warped into midair, the freefall giving him time to observe the situation. The clones were proving a hassle for the Titans, who hadn't noticed Gizmo, the original Numerous, Seemore and Mammoth slip away with the loot. Kyd teleported to the floor, his extradimensional jump absorbing the unwanted momentum. The Numerous clones were all defeated, and in a blur of red they melded back into the original, who was by now several blocks away.
As the enraged heroes surrounded Kyd, he gave a theatrical bow, and in a swirl of darkness he was gone.
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