Heyy everyone! This is a Teen Titans episode I made up myself. I hope you all like it!
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Not-So-Happy Endings
Lightning flashed across the sky, and rain began to pour down upon the hustle bustle of Jump City. Men and women returning from work started running on the sidewalks, hoping to avoid the water landing on their heads and splashing against their legs. The lightning flickered above, and the thunder roared loudly. Another crash, and lighting up atop a hill. . Was the Jump City Jailing Facility.
Police officers were walking through the halls were the blue-grayish cells were aligned in perfect rows. Hands of various colors were grabbing for blue uniforms, taunting those who walked by. Flashes or orange jumpsuits were distinctly noticeable from the bars, as those without the urge to taunt fell away from consciousness and deep into sleep.
Soon the lights turned out, other than a few at the tops of the staircase railings. The guards had taken note of the quiet, and left in relief to tend to the other cells that still awaited. One of the few motioned he was going to stay behind, to watch for anything 'funny' that was bound to happen. They shrugged and left him, as he paced the cells . . . room to room.
He slowly walked by each cell, step by step, pace by pace. He turned a corner, and stopped in front of one that was not a grayish blue, but bars that were bright pink. He knocked on the cell wall, and a small form shuddered from underneath the sheets. The blonde hair whisked across slowly, as a face lifted itself from the sheets.
"How many times have we told you to leave the bars the way they are? Your painting these over again tomorrow, and you aren't skipping this time."
"It was fair! I payed them."
"No it was not. These must stay the way they are . . . they cannot be changed. We let you get away with the inside, but out here cannot be changed. You hear me?"
"Yeah, whatever." The girl said, and allowed her head to fall back onto the pillow. The guard huffed and walked away.
"Teenagers . . ."
Two minutes passed by, and the girl looked up slightly. She got up and looked through her pinkish painted bars that aligned her cell, allowing her fingers to grasp them. Once she saw that no one was in view, she smirked, and ran to her bedside. She lifted a sheet carefully, and looked beneath. He blue eyes shifted slowly across the underside, and she finally reached an arm inside. She tugged and tugged, until at last she pulled out a larvae.
"I hope Daddy's calculations were right." She said smiling. "If they are, it means your almost ready to turn into a Moth again." She put the larvae onto her sheet very carefully.
"Stupid Fang . . . if they hadn't put him in Gotham, we would still be together!" She talked to it like a brother or sister, . . her confidante.
She crossed her arms and shook her head. "But No! We just cant be together because we're in different jails. I cant live without someone to love me!" At this she smiled, and opened her eye to see the larvae shaking vividly.
"I'm coming Robbie-Poo." Finally the Larvae fully morphed into a Moth, making loud humming noises and waking everyone in the hall. She climbed on top of it, and held on tight. The guards were running to her cell, sounding the alarms and trying to open her cell door.
But they were too late. The moth, with Kitten mounted on its back, was eating through the cement wall. It tore through as if it was ripping paper in its fingertips, and used its fangs to turn the brick into mere crumbs of dirt.
At last they broke through, and Kitten laughed into the night. She held on to the Moth with her legs, and pumped her fists up into the air, tilting her nose to the sky. The guards at the door began to yell for her to return, but she did not listen. She laughed into the night, as the Moth began to bring her home . . . where she could finish where she left off.