On December 20th, 2012, Beast Boy gathered the team in the common room for what he said was an emergency meeting. The team gathered around begrudgingly: if they could be sure of one thing, it was that one of Beast Boy's emergency meetings were never about an actual emergency. Sure enough, when the team finally sat down to listen, Beast Boy said:
"I'm not saying the world will definitely going to end - but tomorrow is the end of the world and we need to be ready." He had several large papers detailing plans, and maps of the city spread across the table.
The Titans groaned in response. Raven immediately stood up to leave, with Cyborg close behind her. Robin stood up as well, but he stayed in front of the table, looking down at all of Beast Boy's maps and plans.
"Beast Boy, we talked about this," Robin said, flipping through the papers. "If there is any threat, we will put a stop to it, but we have no reason to believe the world will end."
"The Mayan calendar ends on tomorrow, Robin. What if the Mayans were right?" Beast Boy exclaimed. He scrambled through the papers on the table and grabbed the one he was looking for. A news article titled Mayan Apocalypse Draws Near was shoved into Robin's face. "See?"
Raven's power surrounded the news article, shredding it and letting the pieces fall to the table. "The calendar on our wall ends December 31st. Do you think the world will end on New Year's Day?" Raven asked.
Beast Boy held up his hand in a "stop" gesture towards her saying: "One apocalypse at a time, please."
Raven rolled her eyes. "The world isn't ending, Beast Boy."
"Beast Boy, I have never seen you plan anything so thoroughly," Starfire said. She peered over his maps and paperwork, skimming the pages.
"Because no one else is planning," Beast Boy replied. "We have to be ready!"
"We are ready," Robin said. He placed his hand on Beast Boy's shoulder. "We have saved the world before, and we will do it again. You have nothing to worry about."
"Don't say that," Beast Boy firmly replied. "Things like 'You have nothing to worry about', 'at least things can't possibly get any worse', and 'see? This isn't so bad' are the three ways to make sure that everything goes horribly wrong."
"B - you really don't think you're overreacting a bit?" Cyborg asked.
"What if it's zombies?" Beast Boy asked, starring Robin down. When Robin didn't reply, Beast Boy turned to address the rest of the group. "None of you know how to handle zombies."
"Uh hello?" Cyborg interrupted. "I could blast down zombies with my eyes closed. You've seen my high score on Zombie Fighter 7."
"REAL zombies!" Beast Boy replied. "Raven - you and Robin are fighting a horde of zombies together and one bites Robin's arm. What do you do?"
"I don't play video games, Beast Boy," Raven said. "They are a waste of time."
"None of you are taking this seriously," Beast Boy said.
"We definitely are not," Raven agreed.
"Well don't come running to me when all of you are turned into zombies!" Beast Boy yelled.
"No one would come to you," Raven replied. "Zombies go towards brains."
The team meeting dispersed until only Starfire was left, reading over Beast Boy's papers with a smile. "Please, tell me more about the threat of the zombie invasion."
Beast Boy grumpily laid his survival strategy out for Starfire alone while the rest of the team proceeded to enjoy their evenings.
Eventually, nightfall came. The team went upstairs to their separate rooms and climbed into their beds. Most of the Titans fell asleep quickly, but Beast Boy was waiting up at his desk, flipping through various papers and maps. It wasn't often that his desk saw actual use, and so half the desk was a pile of garbage and junk that he pushed aside to make room for his work. Eventually, Beast Boy fell asleep as well. Drool from the corner of his mouth dripped onto the map in front of him. By the time the clock in his room chimed midnight, Beast Boy was too deeply asleep to even hear it.