I got a requesty thing about Beast Boy and his gloves/fangs/claws from Jelra. I'm going to be honest and admit there were a couple of different things that all hit me over the head at once like a softball bat. (Not from experience) Might not be exactly what you were wanting, but this is how I look at it. Remember, I take requests, but it's just a matter of how long it takes to get them done. Anyways, manadatory monthly ramble is done. Please Enjoy!

Take it from me, you'd know if I owned the Titans.


It was one of the hot humid afternoons Jump City was famous for. Just one of those lazy feeling days when all you wanted to do was just kick back and relax. If you managed to doze off and end up spending the afternoon asleep, it was even better. The kind of day Cyborg liked second best. Sure, fighting bad guys was great but there was just something about laying around the Tower all day, lounging in the air conditioning.

That's usually how they spent those kinds of days. Most of their villains weren't motivated enough to try anything when the weather told them to just sit around and do nothing. The sort of neutral happiness was that infectious. Maybe that was the reason he decided to ask the most random question. They had been sprawled out across the big couch in Ops when he broke the comfortable silence.

"Why the gloves?" Beast Boy, startled from his half-dozing state, looked over slightly confused. Cyborg waved his hand in his best friend general direction.

"You know, the gloves. Why do you wear them?" Cyborg said. Then the possible seriousness of the question hit him. Beast Boy's gloves were like Robin's mask, or Raven's cloak. They weren't to be questioned just respected. Beast Boy however, didn't seem to mind.

"These things?" he said, tugging at the cuff of his right glove, "I'm just used to wearing them. I don't need them or anything. See?" And with that, he bit at the thickly rolled hem, carelessly pulling it off his hand. Then just as carelessly, he tossed it at Cyborg. He barely managed to catch it in his fingertips, but somehow got a grip on the material.

It looked odd without Beast Boy's hand being inside it. It was old and well used. Worn smooth across the palms and fingers, the thick canvas still rough across the back. He turned the glove slowly over in his hands, tracing the lines years of use had left behind.

"Dude, this thing actually fits? It's huge." Beast Boy laughed, clambering over to where Cyborg sat. Still smiling, he showed off his still gloved left hand.

"Yeah, I know. It's weird but it just looks really big. You'd probably break it if you wore it." Beast Boy reached for his glove with his bare hand. But before he could grab it, Cyborg had grasped his wrist.

He knew he was pushing it now. If Beast Boy's gloves weren't sacred, then his hands most certainly were. Nobody ever saw them. Even now, he could feel Beast Boy tensing up. But since he hadn't shied away and wasn't complaining, Cyborg decided to push his luck.

Very carefully, he turned his best friend's hand over to inspect every inch. He decided it was a very human hand. Clean fingernails ended slim fingers, which matched the thin wrist. It was all the same shade of green, with a few pale white scars tracing across the back. What might have once been a burn marred the heel of his palm. There were plenty of calluses, and a blister or two. It was a normal sort of wear and tear, nothing but the color to set it apart from an ordinary hand. After a moment or two of staring, and a few very brief touches, Cyborg placed the glove back into his friend's open hand.

"Thanks." Beast Boy smiled, quickly pulling it back on.

"Same here."