Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, Glen Murakami does. Go away; you lawyers are not wanted here! (weakly shakes fist)
Author's Note: This is a useless subchapter, made so that the story does not end at unlucky thirteen!
Thirteen: "Interlude: The Wait"
The three remaining Teen Titans lay sprawled on the large sofa in the Titans Tower, having nothing better to do at the moment than wait, sleepily, for the other two team members.
"D'you think they kissed yet?" asked Cyborg, who was already half asleep.
"Must we talk about this? What goes on between Beast Boy and Raven stays between them, as it does with Robin and I." Starfire was slumped against Robin, her head resting on his stomach.
"Not when we spy on you guys. We're trying to get blackmail material."
"Cyborg, that's gross," protested Robin half-heartedly. He was tired, and didn't have the energy to be mad. Really, as if they didn't know that Cyborg and Beast Boy would have no sense of privacy.
"Well, we turn off the cameras whenever it gets too mushy," admitted Cyborg. After some thought, he realized, "Which kind of defeats the purpose of getting blackmail on you."
"Good job, Einstein."
There was a long silence, and Starfire dozed off.
Robin yawned loudly.
"They're probably making out right now," said Cyborg, just to bug Robin. Truth be told, he'd just as soon not think about it. But he had to avenge his honor somehow.
"Shut up, you're disgusting." Robin nearly threw a pillow at Cyborg, but then realized that would involve actually moving. So, he didn't.
They fell asleep.
Final Author's Note: Ridiculous chapter, I know.