Disclaimer - I don't own them. I really can't think of a time that I'd want to, really. I mean, if I owned them, I'd plan all the episodes and comic plot, and then there wouldn't be anything to really obsess over like I do now. That doesn't seem very fair. I think I'll stick to writing fan fics.

A/N - I got it up. After hours and hours trying to fit something in to make it longer, I finally came to the conclusion, with some help from a friend at RBH, that I shouldn't stress that. If I do, it could make my fic even worse. I'm just going to write each chapter until I see that it ends. Enjoy. ;)

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Chapter 2 - One Man Zoo

'One, two, one, two, one, two, one, four, two, six, two, eight, one, two...'

Haha! Maybe I should go into boxing. I'd definitely have the upper hand...having more than two arms when I change into certain animals. That's not a bad idea...Or I could be a kickboxer! I'll be a kangaroo! Wait...Don't they already have kangaroo boxing? Aw...That's too bad.

I let my fists pound relentlessly against the sandbag in the gym. My anger stealing away any kind of reason that may still lie in my thoughts. My logic twisting into a un-nameable shape...I should say stuff like that, not think it. It'd make me sound so much smarter than what everyone thinks that I am.

Sliding into the form of a bear, I attempted to slash at the punching bag. If only Raven hadn't been there...Ugh.

"Beast Boy!...Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!"

Stopping my paw in midair, I was caught off guard and slipped. And lo and behold, she chose that time to let go of my paw. In result, I fell abruptly to the ground, to my back. I just kind of laid there for awhile before I changed back and got to my feet.

"You're not supposed to slash at a punching bag. Hence the name." Raven walked over to me, her cloak swinging loosely behind her. You know...That'd be so funny if she tripped on her cloak! I mean, it's always right by her legs. Why shouldn't she be able to trip at least once?! I wish she would...

Looking to the left, I puffed my cheeks up in anger and exhaled slowly. "Just let me fight it. I'll pay for it if I break it, all right."

She brushed away a small bunch of hair in her face and put it behind her ear. "And where will you get the money?" she asked, closing herself into her cloak. "The city gives us the things that we need, but I doubt that they'd like to hear that you broke the punching bag, expecting that they would just give you another one."

"Leave me alone. I can do whatever I like. I'll deal with it later."

"I don't want you to deal with it later. I want you to deal with it now. Just, please, be careful," replied Raven, stepping for the door. Her morbid expression unchanging, and ice seeming to freeze over her face as she talked...What makes her so unmoved?

"Fine."

She walked out the door without acknowloging my last statement.

Why doesn't anyone take me seriously? I'm one of the Titans. I'm qualified to save the city when it's in trouble. Why can't anyone just trust me?

'Don't ask stupid questions.'

Clicking back into my routine, I went back to different variations of attacking the bag.

Enter Robin...Well, actually, it's more like, 'Robin entered', but that doesn't sound quite right...Oh well. Robin walked into the training room is what I mean, all right?!

"Beast Boy! Good! You're training. Must be fun to change so many times while fighting the equipment, huh?" he asked, smiling that 'I'm the leader so you're nothing' smile.

"Um...I guess. Not much different from you and your different weapons."

He laughed. "You're more like a one man zoo. That has to be more interesting than just weapons. Mine's more like a museum, you know?" He put one hand on his hip and the other in the air to emphasize what he was saying.

What's up with him ending all his phrases with questions? That doesn't seem right...And he called me a one man zoo! He should know that we all have certain names that we don't like to be called, and a 'one man zoo' is one of mine. Thanks Robin.

I laughed one of those fake laughs that you use to get people off your back. You know, the one that lets them know that it's fake, but in an almost nice way so that they don't get too offended. "Right. I'm free entertainment."

"Haha..." Oh...I think that I made him nervous. "Anyway, I'm gonna go outside and train, all right?" Again with the questions at the end of his sentences! "See ya." Oh, there we go.

"Yep. Later."

So...What now? I don't really feel like training anymore after seeing everyone. What am I gonna do, though? Cyborg's gonna be either fixing something or gaming. Starfire's either in the living room, or watching Robin. And Raven...hm...Well, she'd usually be watching me and Cy fight over a game while she pretends to read, or meditating in random places...Yes, random. That's inconvienient.

"What time is it?...Lunch...I'm gonna make me some tofu hot dogs!"

Well. That proves that I'm simple minded. If tofu dogs makes my attitude do a 180, then it has to be.

I should start acting a little happier. Even if I'm not happy, that'll make everything better. If not for me, then someone else. Not that I care about them, but sometimes it works to lift my spirits. Even if they don't know how I feel. I wouldn't want anyone to get mad at me for acting any differently.

"Tofu dogs are better than mopeds or hogs! Doobeelalala!" I sang to the tower, letting everyone know that I was going to have a tofu dog. I'm gonna make myself happy if it kills me.

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A/N - That's it. If it's short, go ahead and tell me. If it's a good length, tell me. If you don't care, tell me. Just review, please.