Because every friendship has its differences and little secrets. Enjoy!

I don't own the Titans. Tough luck for me. – J. Mirembe


If he's honest, he doesn't really like cars. They're loud and smelly. The smell of gasoline makes him want to gag. Blasting music from the speakers is only fun until the sound makes his head hurt. After that, he has to grit his teeth and try not to wince at every note. He doesn't see the point of cars. Flying is so much more enjoyable, even if it makes his shoulders ache later.

If he's still being honest, he doesn't really like video games. Sure, they're interesting and a good way to waste time. But he's lived through most of the scenarios. Spy games, check. High speed chase games, check. War games, double checked to infinity. There's just something about experiencing the real thing that makes the virtual pale in comparison.

If he's in a really truthful mood, he'll admit how much he hates techno babble. Yeah, he knows it's important. And yes, he does understand that technology does play a huge part in crime and stopping it. It's not the technology he hates, it's more the lingo that goes with it. He likes being able to contact his team with his communicator, but he doesn't need to know about the difference in the radio waves and how the altitude can affect transmissions. As long as he can talk to them, does it really matter? He was never taught to bother with it, so why should he now?

If he's had enough of biting the inside of his cheek, he'll confess that he doesn't care about the life he could have had. That's over and done with, drowned and dead. Does it sound cruel? Yes. But it's the truth. Whatever future he may have had as a 'normal' person is long gone. He knows no amount of wishful thinking and discussion will bring that possible lifetime back within grasp. And while he's being honest, he won't hesitate to say he wouldn't take that life if he had the chance. He's a hero and that's all that matters really.

If he can't hold himself back any longer, he'll look you straight in the eye and tell you he hates being worried about. He's just another person, not any more important than one of the people on the street that he saves. Matter of fact, he's probably less important because he's the expendable one. You send in the heroes when you aren't sure anybody else could come back. So why on earth should you waste the time and energy being concerned? Until that moment, his life has been dedicated to everybody else being safe and able to live happily. It'll still be dedicated to that until the day he dies. And guess what. He'll probably end up dying making sure that, you guessed it, everybody else is safe and able to continue living happily.

But he won't ever say any of that.

Because Cyborg loves the T-car. His best friend gets a kick out of video games. Talking about the latest advancements in this or that field is one of his favorite pastimes. Cy can't get the idea of what could have been out of his head. And whenever he gets hurt, it's Cyborg who's right there. Always ready with bandages, a tirade about stupidity and safety, and that barely veiled concerned expression.