Chapter 16 Booyah

Cyborg's excitement rose to high elevations. He felt like dancing, whooping, dancing some more…he would do anything as long as he did it with his double. Seriously, there was more than one of him? Talk about a major dream come true.

"It sure is nice to meet you, other me," he said. He extended his hand, but his visibly confused double didn't move. He didn't even blink; just stood there like he had been frozen in place.

"This…" Cyborg finally said. He leaned forward and gently placed his palm on top of Cyborg's. There was a very real shock in his eyes, as well as a certain amount of reverence in his touch. "This is unbelievable!" He reached up to touch Cyborg's face, which he allowed his double to do because…reasons. "I can't believe this; I'm interacting with someone from another universe!" He chuckled. "Not to mention that someone is me."

Cyborg laughed. "It is pretty wild." He extended his neck so that he was level with his doppleganger. He jumped up and down as well, enthusiasm and joy present with every leap. "Have you ever come across CyBunny in your interdimensional travels?"

Cyborg gave him a confused look. "Interdimensional…" he shook his head. "This is the first time in my life I've ever interacted with someone from another dimension." He paused. "Unless you count Larry. And Trigon, of course." He shuddered. "I still have nightmares about that."

Cyborg blinked before smiling. "That discomfort is very uncool." He pressed the button on his chest, and out of it emerged a cup of ice cream, topped with hot fudge. "I don't want to fight you in an uncomfortable environment. Eat up, my dude!"

Cyborg's eyes grew wide. His eyes traveled between his double's face and his chest. "H…how'd you do that?"

"What, make ice cream?" Cyborg giggled. "Oh, I have an ice cream maker installed in this robot body. I also have a deep fryer, a crockpot, and a slushie machine." He chuckled mischievously when saw that Cyborg's eyes were growing wider with each machine mentioned. "I like food."

Cyborg shook his head and slapped himself across the face. "This is so bizarre. Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"

"Nope! You're wide awake!" Cyborg gestured to the ice cream from his chest. "Now eat up before this baby melts. I like milk shakes as much as the next fellow, but I don't want it all over my robot body."

Cyborg, surprisingly, didn't jump at the chance to eat the treat. Instead, he hesitated. "But…it's from another dimension. How do I know its safe for someone from my dimension to consume? How do I know that there's not radiation that…"

Cyborg burst into laughter. "You aren't gonna die, from radiation or anything else!"

Cyborg still looked hesitant. "Even still…" He placed his left hand to his temple, and a red scanning beam shot out of his robot eye. "Well, it appears that there is no radiation…" He gingerly took it. "Still, I don't know…"

"Oh come on!" Cyborg exclaimed. "I promise you its delicious!" He pulled a spoon from his back pocket. "Come on, buddy! Just eat it!"

"Umm…okay." He took the spoon, dipped it in the ice cream, and took a bite. His eyes lit up once he did. "Woah!" He grinned. "This is the most delicious ice cream I've ever tasted!"

Cyborg whooped. "Yes! And you have my universe to thank!" He jumped up. "Booyah!"

Cyborg gasped. "No way! You say booyah too?"

"Of course I do, you silly goose! It's my favorite word."

Cyborg looked like he had just found the love of his life. "It's my favorite word too!" He put his hand to his chest. "You are just chock full of the best kind of surprises."

Cyborg grinned, puffing out his chest as he did. It seemed he got the approval from himself. That was good; it would be all different kinds of awkward if his double didn't like him. Wait, wouldn't that count as self hatred? Or perhaps low self esteem? He didn't know, nor did he care. He didn't need to worry about it after all; he won the heart of Cyborg just by being his own charming self.

"So," Cyborg asked as he took another bite of the ice cream. "What's your strategy for the fight?"

Cyborg blinked. "Strategy?"

"Yeah." Cyborg swallowed his most recent bite. "You've gotta have a strategy, if you want any chance at taking me down."

Cyborg bit his lip. "I haven't thought about it. I was more so going to wing it."

Cyborg snickered. "Wing it?" He set the ice cream to the side. "You know, your robot body is good for more than just making snacks. I assumed you would have a plan to use it to its full potential."

Cyborg frowned. Uh oh. Was he losing his double's approval? This wasn't good. Maybe he should lie, come up with some sort of master strategy to grab his double's attention back?

"Um…well, I did plan on shooting you with my super sonic cannon…"

Cyborg nodded. "And?"

Cyborg hesitated. "And…after I'm done shooting you…" he chuckled nervously. "I'll shoot you again?"

Cyborg blinked before letting out another snicker. "Sounds like a plan, buddy."

Cyborg crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Then what are you gonna do?"

"I can't tell you that!" Cyborg laughed. "If I tell you, then you'll know exactly what to do to beat me!"

Cyborg's shoulders slumped. Of course he would say that. This was definitely not deserving of his signature catchphrase, or really any dignifying words.

"Titans, to your positions!"

Cyborg smiled. "Well, whatever strategy either of us use, I'm sure that we're going to have a good time." He extended his hand. "Good luck, Cyborg."

Cyborg hesitated before he grinned. "Good luck, Cyborg." He shook his hand. "Handsome devil."

"HA!" Cyborg laughed. "Right back at ya, buddy!"

This brought Cyborg's mood right back up. Buddy. Such a relaxing and goofy word. He loved it.