Chapter 4
Beast Boy flew into town, he landed on the sidewalk and morphed back into himself. He sighed then started walking. He murmured to himself, 'why does everyone think I'm a one man show? I was never able to do anything on my own, especially with Doom Patrol. I guess I have to now.' Just then he heard a strange noise in an alleyway. He got curious and went down the alley. Then his communicator started speaking. It was Robin.
"Beast Boy, are you there? Look I…would you please come back to the tower. I have a feeling Slade is out there hiding. I just don't want you to get hurt. Look I'm sorry, will you please come back?" when Beast Boy didn't answer Robin left. "You already hurt my feelings Robin. "Said Beast Boy sadly.
"And I'm going to break you."
Beast Boy froze. After a moment he swiveled around, only to come face to face with Slade. "Hello Beast Boy., I hope you really thought about what I said."
"NO" shouted Beast Boy in a firm voice. Just then Slade back handed Beast Boy, he fell against the wall. Slade grabbed him by the neck and said, "The chromine!"
"No, I will not put my friends in danger!" Said Beast Boy angrily.
Slade chuckled, "Beast Boy your already putting your friends in danger."
Beast Boy grunted, "NEVER!"
"AAARRGG!! YOU WILL!" Then Slade threw Beast Boy into the trash cans. Beast Boy got up, and they started fighting.
The team was worried; Cyborg had finally calmed down and was told what happened. "Man, I didn't mean to hurt BB's feelings. I just got angry, and over something really stupid."
"I know, I just hope Beast Boy's alright." Said Robin.
"Just give him time to clear his mind." Raven stated.
"But what about Slade? I am afraid Beast Boy might be in danger." Said Starfire worryingly.
"Star's right, I think we should go out and look for him." Cyborg agreed.
"OK, but lets just wait a few, and if he isn't back we'll go find him." Robin said.
"No, it'll be my fault if Beast Boy is hurt, I think we should go now" Cyborg stated.
"Your right. OK, TITANS GO!"
OK i wasn't sure on this one, so...
