Hey, everybody! This is the second short story in the Tower Troubles- Short Story Collection.
I don't own the Teen Titans, and enjoy!
Cyborg was alone in the Tower. Robin and Starfire were out on a smoothie date, as the two had not had a lot of alone time lately due to recent conflict with the madman Slade. Raven had taken to the woods to mediate and spend some much-needed time alone, while Beast Boy was surprisingly outside walking through a park, saying he wanted time to think, even more out of character.
So, therefore, Cyborg was alone.
He knew exactly what he planned to do with his time.
There was a huge, foot long, cheese-meatball sub sandwich wrapped in foil, just waiting for him to come and devour it. Cyborg could already feel the sticky, melted cheese on his metal fingers, the spicy, seasoned taste of the meat on his tongue, the warm sauce sliding down his throat and settling comfortably in his stomach. This sandwich was going to keep him full for the rest of the night.
He'd been tinkering with the T-Car for a few hours, coming up with new additions both for combat and for the armor of the vehicle. But now his belly was rumbling like an earthquake- and since he lived in California, earthquakes were pretty common.
Cyborg stood up, wiping motor oil and blue paint from his elaborately designed robotic body. He planted a kiss on the car- yes, he was that attached- and headed out of the garage, into the elevator, and through the hallways to the common room-
-where Robin and Starfire were making out on the sofa.
Cyborg dropped the splotched washcloth he'd been holding and his jaw dropped, shocked and extremely grossed out. The alien and the Boy Wonder had shared the occasional kiss on the cheek and quite often held hands in front of the other Titans, which had never been a problem. Their romantic relationship never interfered with missions or any other important aspects of the days, so there was no reason to condemn these displays of affection. But this- this-
Robin's gloved hand was wrapped around Starfire's neck, and they looked like they were attempting to inhale one another's faces. Their eyes were shut, completely immersed in the (noisy) kissing they were doing. The couple seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Cyborg was standing at the main room entrance, trying very desperately not to throw up his guts right there.
Cyborg, a mask of horror and disgust on his face, stumbled out of the room, clutching the doorway for support as the image swirled around in his brain. And his memory drive was almost infinite- so this wasn't going to be forgotten by the half-robot anytime soon, unfortunately.
Suddenly he'd lost his appetite.