Hi, everyone! This is a short story collection about the publicity the Teen Titans have due to their hero status, the pros and the cons of being "famous." Hope you enjoy, and I don't own the Teen Titans!

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"Mail call!" Cyborg hollered as he strode into the common room, waving a stack of envelopes, magazines, and various other papers, slamming them down on the counter. Beast Boy followed just behind Cyborg, yelling, "We picked up pizza! Thank us later," he finished haughtily, two steaming and greasy pizza boxes piled into his hand.

"Do you two have to scream so much?" Raven groused, dragging a thin, pale hand down her face in exasperation. "We're not deaf, and we're directly in front of you. Good grief." Nonetheless, she set herself down carefully on the ground from her previous hovering, meditation position, and moved toward the pair.

"Thanks for the pizza, guys," Robin greeted them. "I kept meaning to pick some up." He shrugged his shoulders loosely, and a flash of exhaustion appeared and disappeared on his masked face. "It's been... a long two weeks."

"I would like to duplicate that," Starfire agreed, flying slightly off of the ground to reach the plates up in the cabinet. "These recent days have been quite busy."

"I think a break's well-deserved!" Cyborg announced jubilantly, not even bothering to wait for the alien to distribute the dishes and snatched a piece of pizza, drizzling cheese, and dropped it into his wide open mouth.

Beast Boy, behind him, had one of the magazines on the counter, pages spread out. "Hey, guys, check this out!" He grabbed the magazine and waved it in the air, displaying the cover.

Raven glanced up uninterestedly- and did a double take. "Uh- that's us."

"What is?" Cyborg asked nonchalantly, swallowing a hot slice of pizza. He turned to look up at the tabloid, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. "Wait a minute- that handsome half-robot guy looks familiar...hey! That's me!" Cyborg whirled around and snatched the paper from Beast Boy's hand. "Yo, what are we doing in a magazine?"

"What?" Robin took his opportunity and seized the magazine, masked eyes scanning the bold headline. "Teen Titans: The Insider."

"We...are featured in a publication?" Starfire queried, setting down the stack of dishes she'd been holding and taking a look for herself. "This has never occurred before...has it?"

"The city's always been...interested in us," Robin mused. "But...this is a national publication." He shook his head. "This is not good for our privacy." Robin valued the team's anonymity for obvious reasons, and he wasn't exactly pleased with this. Jump City was a large city, with all kinds of people, and it wasn't the first time the Teen Titans had been in the spotlight. Teenagers with special and unique abilities, superhuman abilities, was clearly a topic of interest.

"Is this even legal?" Raven asked in her usual monotone, but it was clear she was a little concerned about the magazine. "I mean...we're minors, all of us, with the exception of Cyborg. Don't they need some type of consent for this?"

"What's it say?" Beast Boy demanded impatiently, shapeshifting to the form of a blackbird to see over Cyborg, wings flapping above his head. The pizza now forgotten, the teens gathered around the magazine.

Starfire hovered over everyone's head, squinting to read the inked words. "We were requested by a daily reader to ask around about the youthful heroes the Teen Titans, and find out what the word on the street is. So we interviewed several people who know who the Titans are, and even a few witnesses to the many battles the teenagers have faced. Read ahead to find out more." Starfire looked up, an innocent look of confusion on her face. "I do not understand what this is."

"Like I said," Raven muttered, tapping her foot in aggravation.

"Here are some words from the critics and fans of the teens. One anonymous person said, "My four-year old daughter loves the Titans, especially the pink-haired alien girl. She talks about her all the time. I think if my daughter likes her, I do to. They're a very good influence."

Starfire bit her bottom lip, unsure how to react. "That is...nice."

Cyborg glanced up at Starfire briefly before continuing to read the article himself. "Here's another one: "Why are teenage kids being trusted with protecting our city? We should rely on the cops like everybody else does. And those creepy abilities they have are dangerous. I think that they should all be watched very closely."

Beast Boy, still sitting on the counter, shuddered. "Creepy." He briefly scanned the room in a paranoid fashion. "Let's just hope whoever said that didn't act on it..."

"That's dumb," Raven commented languidly, seeming to ignore Beast Boy. "The police always take care of things. We just handle the bigger villains with superhuman abilities that the cops don't have the ability to handle." Her voice rose in anger as she spoke.

Robin's face was tight, but he picked up reading where Cyborg had left off. "I don't even live in the same state as the Teen Titans, and I think they're all cool...but Robin's the coolest, no doubt. He doesn't have any abilities, but he still does better than the whole group." As he finished, Robin rolled his masked eyes. It was clear he wasn't impressed with the comment, despite it being intended to put him on a pedestal. "Riight..." he mumbled, rubbing his temples.

Then it was Raven's turn to lean over and read through another comment. "Sure, the other Titans are alright, but Raven literally made me realize I was gay-" Raven stopped herself there, her pale cheeks reddening under her hood. "Um. I- okay," she muttered, mortified as the other Titans all fixed Raven with strange looks. "God. Anyway."

Beast Boy stared down from his place beside the magazine, tilting his head to read the words. "I honestly don't keep up with the Titans, but I would kill to be one of them. Like, if they ever need a new Teen Titan, I'm totally in. I would do anything to be them, not gonna lie. Anything." He blinked hard, the words soaking into his brain.

"I believe that is also "the creepy," Starfire remarked, and shivered.

Cyborg scanned down the pages, filled with kind comments, heartwarming comments, eerie comments, and downright alarming comments, among many more. "There's a lot more here. I guess people have a lot to say about us." Cyborg propped his chin up on his metal fist thoughtfully. "Ya know, I never really thought that we were, uh, well-known."

"I noticed." Robin's voice was hard. "I don't like it. But I guess there isn't a whole lot we can do. The public eye is the public eye, I guess."

"Exactly how many more of these things have been released without us knowing?" Raven questioned dubiously. "I mean, if this is a national thing, there has to be a million more that we don't know about, considering the amount of time we've been working for Jump City."

"That is not surprising," Starfire asserted, lowering herself from the air and back onto the floor.

"So...we're celebrities?" Beast Boy queried warily.

"Well, I don't think I would-" Robin started.

"Precisely." Raven cut in, skepticism and surprise lingering in her tone.

There was a moment of awkward silence as the Titans processed this

"I'm not sure how I feel about that," Cyborg said frankly, dropping his steel shoulders.

More awkward silence.

Starfire sighed. "We do not have to think about this presently." She paused. "May I suggest we partake of the pizza now?"

The other Titans murmured their agreement, and Starfire opened the box of pizza, the smell drifting through the air.