I am sorry. I have very few excuses other than school and I'm sorta sick. This is a continuation of Sleepover. Or more like a slice out of the middle. Okay, I'm looking for suggestions for the villain Cy and the Twins are going to face in 27 Years. Weird personality quirks, phobias, powers, anything like that. I'm having a hard time coming up with that for some strange reason. You can give suggestions here or there or just PM me. And that's it. Enjoy!
I have a headache. Not the Titans.
Doge left, jump right. Quick toss of a grenade around a corner, he waited until the explosion was over to charge down through the corridor. Guns blazing, he made quick work of his enemies. He moved quickly towards the doorway at the end of the hall. With the crack of a gun, he fell to the ground in a heap.
"No! He completely missed me! This is ridiculous." Cyborg slumped against the couch grumpily. He had been playing the game for nearly a week now, and still had to beat it. Normally, it would have been a piece of cake and the game would have been finished in a day or two. It was just that his entire life had become busy to the point of being absolutely insane.
The press wanted interviews from their local hero, while the city council wanted to keep all of them cooped up in meetings that felt like they took eternity. Not to mention the gawkers that would simply stop in the middle of the street and stare as they walked by. He didn't mind them much, but the problem came when one of them would move towards their little group with paper and pen. Then the entire street seemed to descend on them, clamoring for signatures and handshakes and pictures. There were even a few that didn't seem to want anything but a close up look.
"What are you doing?" Beast Boy's soft words surprised him from his thoughts. He looked over his shoulder to see the smaller boy leaning against the back of the couch. The little guy was dressed in one of his older t-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts. They were the absolute smallest thing he owned, but Beast Boy was still swimming in them. Without the dark uniform, the shapeshifter looked a lot more helpless. But that could have just been because his dark hair was mussed from sleep.
"Playing a video game." He turned his attention back to the TV screen and pressed the start button. A corridor appeared in. He moved his little character down the hallways cautiously. Soon he was lost in his world of pixels. He had just thrown a grenade when he felt the couch sink an inch lower and the gentle creaking of its old springs. It wasn't that important. It was an old couch. Every time he sat on it, he expected it to simply collapse.
In the time it took to imagine his couch falling apart, his little character managed to be blown up by a well-placed bomb. He gave another growl of frustration at the screen.
"How do you do it?" Beast Boy had moved around the back of the couch and had taken a seat. His big blue-green eyes were flickering from the controller to the screen to the Gamestation that was resting on the floor. With a small sigh, Cyborg moved off the couch. He could feel the little shapeshifter's eyes on him. After a few moments searching, he found his second controller. He plugged it in and then tossed it at Beast Boy.
The smaller boy reached for it. Cyborg saw the wince of pain when the movement pulled at his slowly healing injury. Beast Boy was trying to play it off, but it was obvious when you paid close enough attention. He was sleeping a lot and was really quiet when he was awake. Every so often, he would catch sight of the bandages that were wrapped around his smaller roommate's torso. The little guy didn't want sympathy though. Apparently, he just wanted company.
He had lost track of the number of times that he had turned around to see the smaller boy watching from a few steps away. After any of his many naps, Beast Boy would always come and find him before returning back to bed. Most of the time, they would just sit in silence. Even though he had been injured, Beast Boy couldn't help but ask dozens of questions. At first, he had simply thought the kid was being annoying. Slowly, he realized that if Beast Boy was asking a question, it was because he really didn't know. It turned out that there was a lot of stuff that Beast Boy had never heard of or didn't understand.
Beast Boy wasn't very good. But slowly as they moved along through the game, the smaller boy quickly began to pick up on how the game was played. The little guy wasn't the best partner he had ever had. But as they drew closer and closer to the end of the game, he could see some potential. Who knew, the kid could actually end up being his new game buddy. Not like he had anyone else clamoring to play with him. Besides, it was funny to hear Beast Boy yell at the screen whenever he died.
"Dude! So not fair!"
