CH4
Residence
A car drove up to the tower at 1:00 in the morning. The young superheroes tiredly sulked into their house after a long night's work. Ed got out of the car finally free of his bondages, and stretched his sore body to its fullest extent. Not knowing what else to do, he followed the acquaintances into the dark building. Florescent lights flickered on in the lobby, and several of the Titans laid slumped over in leather chairs. Only Robin stood, pacing around as if still full of energy. Having no chair to sit in, Ed sat his tired body cross legged on the ground. Robin studied him for a little bit, and stopped his pacing to stand right in front of him.
"I suppose you don't have anywhere else to stay, and given the circumstances, we will allow you to stay here for the time being, at least until we find a way to get you back home," Robin said to him. It was the closest thing to nice it seemed Robin could get to Ed. For that, Ed gave him a thankful smile.
"I plan on getting home as soon as I can," Ed said. As he stiffly got up, the Titans started to lead him down the long labyrinth of hallways that they call Titans Tower. After a couple of twists and turns, the group of them stopped in front of a steel door.
"This will be your room for now," Robin sternly said, but the sandman obviously smacked him in the face for that because he gave a growling yawn. "Better get off to bed, don't know what tomorrow will bring," he gave with one more final yawn. As everyone started to crawl back to their rooms, Beast Boy dragged himself over to the new resident, and handed him a pile of fresh laundry.
"I noticed you barely had any clothes left, so I figured that I would give you some of mine. Since we are about the same height and stuff I figured they would fit," he said cheerfully as he could. Ed gave a thankful nod and took the pile from the goblin's arms. As the kid started to stumble down the hall, Ed called after him.
"Hey, Beast Boy," he said after him. "How old are you?" Beast Boy turned to him as if no one has ever asked him that before.
"Fourteen," he answered scratching his head. At those words Ed basically cried on the inside. A person two years younger than him was the same height. How worse could this get? As the green boy set off for his own room, Ed walked into his. It was a small single room with a bed, chest, window, and desk. The basics. He flopped onto his bed and looked at his clothes. Though knowing they were tattered, Ed was still shocked about how bad they looked. His chest laid bare and open, as black and red cloth fell around his waist. The shirt and jacket that once laid on his torso were completely shredded, except for his sleeves which though worn, still covered his arms. Ed chuckled a bit at his obliviousness and started to change into the t shirt and red hoodie the kid gave him. As he slipped his arm into the sleeve, his auto mail gave a stiff jerk and an aching squeal.
"Damn," he huffed to himself. His arm must have been bend out of shape or lost a few bolts. If only Winry were here. He kicked his left leg around and flinched as it gave the same ear splitting noise. "Damn," he mumbled again.