CH3

They were walking to the car and everyone was giving Beastboy a lot of space. They were wary of him, like a bear being transported in a cage they're afraid isn't strong enough, they knew they were safe, but they were cautious, just in case. It annoyed him, and yet pleased him at the same time 'Good' he thought 'maybe they're finally taking me seriously now.' They got in, Cyborg and Robin in the front, Raven, then Beastboy, then Starfire on his other side, he was, for all intents and purposes, surrounded if he tried anything. He didn't, he had no reason to, and really, even the old Beastboy wouldn't be that stupid...probably. They drove in silence. The new Beastboy had picked up the habit of whistling a tune while he worked and because, not only was it an awesome tune but it fit his new personality, so he chose to whistled one tune in particular. The tune was from Kill Bill: Volume One, and was whistled by Elle Driver when she was about to kill Beatrix Kiddo with an injection while she was in a coma. Not only was it fun to whistle, but it also seemed to put his team on edge, which was fun for him. Eventually Raven got irritated and her hand shot out to cover his mouth. He was very quick and his hand whipped up and caught her wrist. He had stopped whistling. The tension in the car shot up like a rocket and what little shuffling movement there had been stopped completely. Everyone was focused on him as he slowly brought her hand back down to her lap where it had been before it shot out, and gently patted it. Then with a soft voice and a terse smile he said.

"You could have just asked Raven." This annoyed her more.

"Would you have stopped?"

"Maybe, if you asked nicely."

"Nicely?"

"Oh, come on Raven, you know this, no snide comments, no sarcasm, and maybe even a 'please' if you're up to it." she just glared at him and he shrugged. He became as perfectly still as everyone else in the car and stared out of Starfire's window at the passing scenery. After a couple of miles the tension had still not gone down, and frankly, it was annoying him. They pulled into the garage at the tower and still the tension was there, no one was getting out of the car. 'Oh for fuck's sake' he thought 'I'm not going to just jump up and... hmm' He wanted out, and the quickest way was to ask, but he was slightly offended at their demeanor, it was like they expected him to snap at any second him to jump up and go on a rampage or something. Beastboy slumped down deep into his seat, and stayed there. He waited for several minutes until everything was beginning to get awkward instead of tense, and then he made his move. Just as Starfire was grabbing the handle of her door he shot as far up in a seat-belt as he could and shouted out "BOO!" Raven's eyebrow twitched, Robin was in a seated fighting stance and had several gas pellets ready, Cyborg jumped up and dented the ceiling of his car, and Starfire...Starfire gave a frightened screech and pulled her hands in to her chin, bending her hands back, her eyes wide with sudden terror. Unfortunately the door was still attached to her hand, so when she screamed she had ripped the door of the T-car off and had it bent in half pulling it into her chest. Everyone stopped and stared at her for three seconds before she said in a small voice

"This is the 'oops' yes?" Cyborg stared at her and began to twitch. Robin put his toys away and looked wide eyed at Cyborg, making sure he didn't have a processor meltdown or something while Raven just looked at the nervously giggling tamaranian with a raised eyebrow and Beastboy unbuckled himself. The door was forgotten, because no matter how much fun it might be watching the overly enthusiastic Cyborg freak out about the damage to 'his baby' Beastboy was more important, for now. They watched as Beastboy turned into a gecko and began crawling across Starfire's lap. Robin stopped him, calling out

"Beastboy!" the gecko turned to him "We still need to talk." the gecko nodded and scurried out of the car. Once on solid ground he reverted to his human form and said

"I know, if you have no objections then I request we talk in the training room."

"Fine. Twelve minutes." Beastboy Nodded and left, but there was a small smile on his face as he turned around and listened to Robin and Raven try to calm their team mate down as he went off on a tirade about people messing with 'his baby'. He went on about how everyone needed to be more careful, how much work he put into it, how would she like it if he carelessly ran through her garden, and on and on. Beastboy had received that particular speech many times. Eventually it faded out as he went down the hall and made his way to the training room.

Beastboy had begun to do one of his many training programs, today, it an altered version of Tai Chi, adapted specifically for his fighting style, one that he had never had to use before, but was always at the ready, just in case. A few minutes later he heard his team approach.

Cyborg was still grumbling about his car, and how Robin wouldn't dismiss is so soon if it had been something like the evidence room. Robin was talking, he was going on and on about some useless psychological tactic used to break criminals and how it can be used to blahdity-blahdity-blah something or other. Really, only Starfire was listening, and she didn't understand most of it, due partly to her broken understanding of English so it didn't mean that much to her and Robin could be talking to a brick wall with as much effect. So Raven, being silent as usual, was forced to listen to the other three and their useless prattle.

She walked ahead of the group, trying to get away from their stupid sounds, even if only for a moment. She was worried about Beastboy, as weird as that may have been. Ever since that night where she had sensed him lock away his emotions she had been growing more and more concerned, even she had her emotions, even if she never showed them, but he...had nothing...nothing but resentment. It filled him up, it fueled him, it was behind his every action, his every word, and he never let it show. He had no compassion, no caring, when he laughed it was never real, he was like a sociopath, one that chose not to kill, but easily could, and it frightened her.