Titans Forever
Chapter 3:
Chad, Jillian, Jinx, Kori, Rich, OH MY!
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Chapter Summary:
Hmmm . . . Past girlfriends? Real birth names? South Street in Steel City? CHAD? Hmm . . . Read to find out. Cause I got cake:P
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Cyborg took Raven's advice, and planned on scrounging for the littlest bit of information on his dream lover. The android grabbed a stack of recent newspapers, crashed on the couch in his bed with a large cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream, cinnamon powder, and an elegant cherry on top (Hey! A hybrid's gotta eat) and began to search.
Pulling off the top newspaper, which had articles cut out by Robin, (Things that could help bring up new leads in cases and stuff), Cy scanned the first page. "Hmmmm . . . 'War Against Terrorism Aftershocks Overwhelm President' . . ." (A/N: This was after our current war in Iraq was over because I said so.)
Upon finding that that article just wouldn't do, he tossed it aside, planning to go through the entire stack of 349 newspaper articles from the last 2 years, taking a deep breath. He exhaled. This was going to be a tougher job than he thought.
"Robin, have I told you that you have very lovely eyes?"
Starfire and Robin sat across from each-other at a small table, placed in the local diner. Robin smiled at the alien, nodding.
"Yeah, actually . . . only 5 times since we've got here. Which was, oh, half an hour ago. But thanks."
She smiled in return, nodding, and glanced nervously down at her menu, tracing the logo/emblem of the Jump City Diner on the front. "Robin, what is it that you shall be receiving to ingest?"
"Me? I dunno . . . probably a cheese-burger or something," Robin replied with a shrug. "But uh . . . in public, let's keep our identities a secret."
"How?" Star asked, glancing back up at him.
"Well, my real name that was given to me at birth was Richard Grayson. So . . . call me 'Rich'. And your name . . . Hmm . . ." Robin scratched his chin.
"At my birth, I was named Koriand'r . . ." Starfire told him.
"Right. Kori . . . Ander . . . Kori . . . Ander . . . ANDERS . . . Ah, yes! Kori Anders. I'll call you 'Kori'," Robin concluded, smiling. "So, 'Kori', what do you think YOU'RE getting?"
"Well, Ro—RICH, I shall be getting . . . the 'French fries' with mustard as my 'condom'," Starfire said cheerfully.
Robin froze, staring at her. Starfire innocently raised an eyebrow, "Have I done something wrong?" she asked worriedly.
"I-It's CONDOMENT, StarfKori . . ." Robin whispered, avoiding the hot stares of other restaurant-goers.
"Ohhhh! Then what is a condom, may I ask?" The red-head blinked.
" . . . Let's just say it's something . . . inappropriate. Like, say . . . uhh . . . something . . ." Robin bit his lip in thought, then a sneaky smile crossed his face. "Something that Raven and Beast Boy would use," he finished.
Starfire's eyes widened. "Oh, my! Well, I apologize for saying the inappropriate word, Ro-RICH."
He smiled. "It's okay."
The waiter walked over, pulling his notepad out of his pocket, along with a pen. "What can I get for you folks?" he asked.
Robin and Starfire exchanged glances, until Robin said, "You can order first, Kori."
She smiled, then turned to the waiter. "May I have an order of 'French fries' with a bottle of mustard as my condom?" Immediately, she re-analyzed this statement, blushing a bright red. "I MEAN CONDOMENT!" she corrected quickly.
The waiter smiled flirtatiously at her. "Sure thing, sweetie." She blushed at this also, and looked away, as Robin felt jealousy begin to burn at the pit of his stomach.
Turning towards the waiter, he smiled, grinding his teeth together to keep from punching the guy. "I'll have a cheeseburger and fries, please. No mustard."
The waiter exchanged the same fake smile, scribbling down their orders. "And to drink?"
"Mustard!" Starfire blurted out, causing the waiter and Robin to both look at her strangely. "I-I mean . . ."
"Mustard's fine, babe," The waiter replied, writing it down and glancing at Robin with a hardened expression.
Robin's eyes narrowed. "Coke. And Mustard."
"Of course," the waiter said, gritting his teeth so hard that the veins in his forehead began to visibly bulge out.
Starfire raised a hand, saying to the waiter, "Sir, you are turning the red. And the purple." Whispering to Robin, she asked, "Is that a positive occurrence?"
Robin smirked. "Yeah. He deserves it."
The waiter turned on his heels, but then turned around again, face un-purply-red. "Hey, babe, can I get your phone number?"
Raising an eyebrow, Starfire asked, "Why?"
"So we can go on a hot date?"
"But I am ON a date right now with my husband, Rob-RICH," Starfire said innocently. Robin choked on the glass of water provided for the table before-hand.
The waiter's eyes widened, and he blushed. "So sorry," he murmured, patting Robin on the back until an ice-cube flew out of his mouth, zipping past Starfire's head and hitting the back of a beefy man's neck at the table behind them.
The beefy man squeaked, whirling around, and glared daggers at Robin. "You wanna fight?"
The waiter had walked away, and Robin blinked confusedly, pointing himself. "Excuse me?"
The beefy man, who resembled and talked like Arnold Schwarzanegger(SP?), rose, walking over to Robin. "I say, do you wanna fight?"
Starfire looked at Robin, then at the beefy man, and then back at Robin, and then back at the beefy man, and then at her drinking glass. Robin rolled his eyes.
"No. Because I know I'd win," he said coolly.
The beefy man grabbed Robin by the collar, holding him up above the table so that his feet dangled beneath him. (A/N: Beefy Man's appearance? Pinkish skin, beefy muscles, deep Arnold Schwarzanegger-accented voice, bald head, which is sun-burned, beady little blue eyes, and a height of about 6'3")
Starfire gasped, rising. "Rob-Rich!"
Robin smirked at the beefy man. "Oh. Are you trying to intimidate me?" he asked innocently.
The beefy man threw Robin to the floor, but Robin was quick. He landed on his feet, and raised his foot.
In one swift motion, but it was kinda slow-motion now . . . he brought his hard-toed boot up, up, up. Forward, forward, forward.
Until it smashed into the beefy man's crotch.
The beefy man howled in pain, crumpling to his feet in tears. His wife, a tiny little stick figure model, dragged him away, out of the diner, while Starfire gaped at Robin.
"Ro-RICH, how did you know where to kick that 'meaty' man there?" she inquired, eyes large with curiousity.
Robin shrugged. "Because, Kori, everybody should know that if you kick a guy where his gonads are, victory will be yours."
Starfire's eyes shone, and she flew over to hug Robin, sitting on his lap and burying her face into his chest. "My hero!" she whispered.
Robin blushed, but smiled shyly, stroking her silky hair. "Thanks, Star," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.
Back at the tower, Beast Boy was currently pacing the floors of his bedroom, (Which was hard to do, seeing as it was so fookin' messy . . .), muttering to himself. "I'd love to meet the guy who wrote that to her . . ." he growled. "I'd love to SO badly. I'd love to kick him in his tiny, disfigured crotch until it all caved in. I'd love to punch him in the face until blood poured down his grimy little face. . . ."
"UGH!" he cried in anguish, collapsing onto the bottom bunk of his bed, gripping his long-ish hair. He whimpered in anger, pushing himself up into a sitting position, glaring over at his reflection in the mirror. "You're so worthless and stupid to the feminine world," he told it.
The reflection glared back, as the grown changeling stood up and walked over to the mirror, eyes narrowed to slits, foam practically forming in his mouth. "First, there was Jill. And then SHE went away to LONDON for FINISHING SCHOOL! If you were REALLY good, she woulda STAYED!" Beast Boy scolded his reflection aloud. "Next, was TERRA! A TRAITOR! The pretty girl you thought you loved, the one you wanted to IMPRESS! She betrays the Titans, gets turned into a statue, leaves you here ALONE. If she REALLY liked you, because if you were REALLY charming, SHE WOULDA STAYED! SHE WOULDA NEVER BETRAYED US!"
Groaning, he gripped his forehead, continuing in a slightly softer tone, "And now there's Raven. RAVEN! She turned into a BABE! Of course she always kinda WAS a babe . . . BUT STILL. RAVEN! She-She-She . . . SHE'S LIKE . . ."
And he decided to go on telling himself just HOW MUCH of a babe she was. "IF SHE WERE A FRIGGIN' PRESIDENT, SHE'D BE ALMIGHTY BABERAHAM LINCOLN!" (A/N: Look for a few Wayne's World references here! XDDD!) "She's a MEGA babe! A FOX! A . . . a DEVIL! A . . . A . . . monkey? NO! A BABE! She grew TITS! AND HIPS! AND A BUTT! But of course she kinda had those 3 all along . . . BUT NOW I FINALLY NOTICED!" He fell to his knees.
"She's a ROBO BABE!" Beast Boy jumped to his feet, thrusting out, and up, his pelvis. "SCHA-WING!" he cried.
Then his head hung. "And now you're gonna let her run off with some other guy that she doesn't even remember meeting? Smart, man. Smart. Of course . . . she DID let me kiss her neck that one time . . ."
He smiled distantly at the memory of the day before, when he had ACTUALLY placed his lips upon Raven Roth's holy neck. . . a few hours after saving her from a malignant football and ACTUALLY straddling her body.
Instead of smiling now, he actually purred under his breath, morphing into a cat. 'And what a body it was . . .' he thought.
"Beast Boy?" There came a knocking on his door, s'well as Raven herself calling his name. "Beast Boyyyy! Open up!"
Beast Boy lifted his feline head, morphing back into his normal figure. He blushed, looking back at the mirror. "What if she heard me?" he hissed to his reflection. Was he insane, or did his reflection just slide his finger across his throat?
He threw himself at the door, crying out when he realized that now he was laying on the floor . . . while Raven stood outside of the door, calling his name.
'Has she come to her senses? IS SHE REALLY FINALLY GOING TO ADMIT SHE LOVES ME! ARE WE GOING TO MAKE HOT, PASSIONATE LOVE ON MY BED?' he asked himself mentally, feeling his body heat up as Raven finally opened the door.
"Uhhh . . . yeah?" he asked, rubbing his head as he stood up, looking at her.
Raven was dressed in a black silk evening gown that ended just above the knees, and revealed . . . a good portion of cleavage. She also had on pumps (A/N: Or whatever they're called) and had her hair up into a high ponytail, with two strands hanging down on either side of her face, and 2 chop-sticks stuck into her bun-pony-tail-thing. (A/N: I am like OBSESSED with that hair-style. But it would never work on me. My head is too misshapen, and alas, I am too unattractive.)
Beast Boy's eyes started traveling her body at her feet, slowly rising up along her figure, until he reached her face. "Big date?"
She shrugged. "I'm going to go meet that admirer guy," she told him, winking. "And I wanted your opinion on how I look. 'Cause who knows? What if he could be my . . . SOUL-MATE?"
A pang of jealousy struck through his heart, as he folded his arms. "Uh-huh, right."
But, unknown to the green changeling, Raven had prepared all of this to her advantage. She had gotten together with Cyborg, (After forcing him to take a break from his search for Jinx) and they had decided on the perfect outfit and attitude for her to adorn, as a way to get Beast Boy to get jeeeeeaaalouuuuuussss. (A/N: OH! And how it said 'the 11th' last chapter in the note? Well it was sent BEFORE-HAND, so now, it IS the 11th. So there. I rawk. XDD Not really.)
She smiled at him. "I really have a good feeling about this. I think he's probably the only guy who will ever understand who I really am."
"Raven . . ." Beast Boy rubbed his forehead, glancing up at her annoyedly. "The guy watches you naked in the shower, taking pictures of you. He friggin' STALKS YOU! He DOESN'T understand you, he friggin' just WANTS you. Okay?"
Raven's eyes narrowed. "But how do you know, hm? If you're so 'smart' and all, then tell me."
"Because I watch those news coverage shows, and I read those report files about the missing young ladies of Jump City, and all those rape victims, and GOD DAMN IT, RAVEN! I don't want it to happen to you!" he cried.
Her gaze softened, and she smiled shyly at him. "That's sweet of you. But I can take care of myself. And I'm going." With that, she turned away to leave.
He looked like a deflated balloon, sighing before grabbing her arms, and pinning her to the wall.
Raven yelped in surprise, staring at him wide-eyed. "Hey! What are you d"
Beast Boy quickly slammed his mouth onto hers, cutting her off.
"Sure hope Raven's plan's workin' out," Cyborg muttered to himself as he threw down the last article, sighing as he slumped down into his seat. He rubbed his temples, glancing down at his sonic-cannon arm, and pressing the button for the cell phone. "I'll just call Bee."
Dialing a number, he turned the volume up, as the dialing thing rang.
"Hello?" someone picked up, and the someone was . . . AQUALADDDD! YAY! WOOHOO! AQUALAD, YAY! I mean . . . err, sorry. Yeah, it was Aqualad . . . just never mind my . . . worthless rambling, here.
"Yo, Aqualad?" Cyborg asked, sitting up in his seat as he stared down at the small screen of his arm.
"Cyborg! Hey! Hi!" Aqualad smiled. "Yeah?"
In the background, there were flashing lights, and the sounds of Mas y Menos' singing of traditional Mexican songs.
"Is Bumblebee there?" the android asked.
A.L. nodded, turning around and shouting, "BUMBLEBEEEEEE!"
"I'M COMIN'!"came the scream of a reply, as the face on the screen became replaced by Bumblebee's. "Cyborg!"
"Hey, Bee! Uhh I need to ask you something . . ."
"Shoot."
"Do you know Jinx's whereabouts?" he asked uncertainly.
"Jinx? Uhh . . . Nooo, I don't think so . . . why? You wanna finally go up to her and . . ." her voice became high-pitched and sappy, "CONFESS YOUR FEEEELINGS?"
" . . . In a way, yes."
"Oh. Well, I think she lives on South Street in Steel City . . . you know, cause I got together with her after she 'redeemed' herself and became a loyal citizen and all that jazz. We partied at the Sheraton, man!" Bumblebee told him, punching the air.
"South Street in Steel City . . ." Cyborg repeated to himself. "OKAYTHANKS."
"Hey W—"
He hung up, pushing the little cell-phone antenna down, smiling. His human eye glinted as he said out loud, "Road trip!"
After eating at the diner, Robin and Starfire had decided to go for a walk around the city, hand-in-hand.
Starfire had her head laying on Robin's shoulder, and he had his arm circled around her waist, almost as if they had been going out for a long time. Of course, neither had even ADMITTED that they were going out yet . . . so it was still pretty unofficial.
They slowly descended into the window-shopping section of the city, as their fingers equally slowly began to lace together.
"Robin?" Starfire spoke up, completely forgetting the whole 'Rich-Kori' thing.
"Hm?" Robin asked, pulling her closer as they passed a doll-shop.
"Are we . . . as they say . . . 'going out'?" she asked unsurely.
Robin looked down at her, (Since he had grown taller), and smiled. "Yeah. If you want to, that is . . ."
"I do," she whispered, craning her head up to capture his lips with hers in a small kiss. He reacted immediately, tilting his head and kissing back. A few moments later, they pulled away, both blushing, as he whispered back, "Good. 'Cause I do too."
The two not-really-teens-anymore continued down the street, walking home while the sun began to set.
As for Beast Boy and Raven . . .
Raven kissed Beast Boy back gently, then pried him off of her. "Sorry. I'm still going," she told him, shaking her head.
He gaped at her sadly, and cupped her chin. "Please, Raven! I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm a MAN, like you said about that whole Beast-Man-Beast-Dude thing! I've CHANGED."
"I know you have," she told him, taking his hands off of her as she regained her composure.
"But so have I. And now's FINALLY my chance to move on to a guy who's seriously in love with me for . . . ME. So I admit, I used to like you a lot. But that was before you seemed to crave my body more than my spirit," Raven shot at him, smoothing her dress and exiting the room.
Beast Boy stared after her, feeling his heart be torn into a million bloody pieces, with the debris laying on the floor. His eyes actually welled up with tears, and he whirled around, glaring at his reflection. "Real men don't cry," he snarled to himself. "They get even."
And that was EXACTLY what he'd do.
He'd get even.
Raven knocked on Cyborg's door, yawning. The android opened up, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"How'd it go?"
"Perfect. Maybe now he'll actually start using a brain for once," Raven replied monotonously, smiling slightly.
"Either way, you know you LOOOOOOVE himmmmm!" Cyborg reminded her, putting on a gushy tone, and batting his eyelashes.
"I won't lie . . ." she murmured, but looked at him. "I DO think this IS the chance of a life-time with this whole admirer guy, though. I just . . . don't know where to meet him."
"What do you mean?"
She dug into her purse, pulling out the note, and read the last part out loud. "'Meet me the 11th, at half-past 8 P.M., so that we may finally see eachother's faces for real'. No specified meeting area."
"Hmm . . . you gotta point there," Cyborg admitted. "Just . . . go wherever you usually go. I'm sure he'll be there watching." He winked.
Raven gaped. "Now that sounded creepy," she pointed at him. "Don't EVER say that again."
"Have I scared the almighty Raven?" he sneered, laughing.
"Shaddup." She playfully punched him in the chest. "So what'd you find out?"
"She lives in Steel City . . ." Cy said distantly, then smiled. "I'm going to leave on a road trip tomorrow morning. To, you know, finally go get her. Problem is, I dunno what to tell her when I see her."
"Tell her the truth. You can't really hide from it anymore," Raven told him, smiling slightly. "Well, bye then."
"Yeah . . . Bye, Rae." Cy waved, closing his door as the introvert turned and walked down the hall.
Raven opened the front door to the tower, breathing in the fresh evening air. Robin and Starfire walked up the front-steps, completely ignoring her presence as they made their grand entrance . . . holding hands?
She smiled. 'Looks like THEY finally cracked and spilled,' she thought to herself, nodding in the oblivious couple's direction before heading out.
Her pumps or whatever-they're-called were hard to walk in, and she glared down at her feet, muttering "Oh DAMN these high-heels . . ."
Then, she thought back to what Cyborg had said . . .
"Just . . . go wherever you usually go. I'm sure he'll be there watching."
Shivers went down her spine, as she pushed the thought of her head. Taking a deep breath, she murmured, "Just go to Dark Rose Café. Maybe he's there." And she finally grew entirely pissed off at her heels, and levitated off towards the city.
MORE HYPHENSSS!
Opening the door to the Dark Rose Café, the local Goth-Girl/Guy area for good coffee, cappicinos, and home-made poetry, Raven peered around the dimly-lit area, sliding inside. She walked over to her usual table, sitting down and drumming her fingers on the surface.
The bell attatched to the entrance door rang, as the door opened. A tall, lanky goth dude, in fact, the same guy from "Sisters", walked inside, scanning the area. His eyes fell on Raven, and he smiled, walking over to her table.
"Hey."
Raven's head snapped up, and she jumped, blinking rapidly as an attempt to calm her spooked heart down. "Oh . . . Hi."
"I'm your, uh," He rubbed the back of his head. "Secret admirer."
She blushed, extending a hand. "Well, err, I'm Raven. But you kinda already know that."
"I'm Chad. You . . . probably didn't know that. We kinda flirted about 3 or 4 years ago or something like that . . ." He gently took her hand, placing a kiss on the back of it, as he sat down across from her.
"Oh! Warehouse party?" she handed him a menu.
"Yeah, exactly. I, uh, kinda fell crazily for you . . . hope you don't mind or think I'm weird or retarded or something like that . . . but later that night . . . after I met you . . . I had this dream, and it told me that you were my soul-mate, and I was yours, and that we had to pursue each-other, to reach our ultimate destiny in life: Each-other," Chad explained.
Raven bit her lip, nodding. "Right . . ."
At about midnight, after almost falling asleep for the 16th time, Raven cleared her throat, interrupting Chad's intimate discussion about how they were soul-mates and blah-blah-blah, they were PERFECT for eachother, yadda-yadda-yadda, and all that stuff. "I think it's time we call it a night," she suggested.
"But I'm not "
"I'm tired," she told him. "So I'm just going to go . . ." Reluctantly, she wrote down her cell-phone number on a napkin with a café pen, handing both to him. "That's my cell phone number. Call me sometime if you want to do something or . . . something. Bye." Raven stood, turning to leave.
But Chad was quick, and he lashed out and gently took her arm, standing up also and pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss.
She had to admit . . . he was a good kisser.
But Beast Boy was the only one whom she would EVER entirely allow to kiss her . . . well, err, she kinda HAD to allow Chad to kiss her right now. 'Cept she broke it, waving as she walked out.
"Creepy creepy creepy," she muttered as she flew over the river seperating the city from the tower.
The next morning, Beast Boy was up bright and early, with a plan forming in his mind. Opening his bedroom door, he snuck out at roughly 6 A.M., drifting down the halls.
He passed into the Main Room, closing the door behind him as he walked towards the kitchen. But who suddenly stood up from being crouched down hidden behind the counter? RAVEN!
He jumped, squeaking as their eyes locked, and he narrowed his, placing a fist on his hip. "How was your little date?" he asked, sarcastically interested.
"Fine. He's entirely obsessed with me, and is convinced we are soul-mates. And he's not a pervert," Raven replied, pouring the scalding hot water from her tea-kettle into a mug with an herbal tea bag hanging inside. "Unlike you."
"Unlike me?" Beast Boy laughed. "Yeah, Raven. I'm so perverted. My first wet dream was about you, you know. I bet you knew that."
Her eyebrows raised, and a light blush crossed her face. "You DO know you just"
"Yeah. I do. So what?" He stepped beside her, opening the fridge and grabbing the Soy Milk, turning around and also grabbing a glass, as he set them down and poured the milk into it. "So I'm madly in love with you. So what?"
Raven watched him, still shocked, as she shook her head. "Sure you do. You don't know the first thing about me!"
"Do so." He told her as he put the milk away. "Your middle name is Metrion, you don't believe in labels, neck-kissing turns you on, your favorite band is Dimmu Borgir, your favorite movie is a mixture between 'The Crow' and 'Underworld', your favorite book is 'Speak', but you won't admit it, your mother was raped and impregnated with you, which makes you embarassed and slightly hesitant to enter relationships because you are slightly afraid of getting involved and having sex."
"How did you know all that?" she gasped, jaw hanging.
"Unknown source," he snapped. "Next time you think about judging me, try doing it a little bit more . . . Hmm . . . CORRECTLY?" Beast Boy stormed out of the room, leaving a shell-shocked Raven behind.
Standing in the hall-way, he smirked to himself. "If she thinks that if she gets a boy-friend, I'll be all jealous and shit, then let's see what happens when I get myself my own girlfriend . . ."
Smiling sneakily down at his watch, he said, "Only 3 hours until Jillian arrives to stay here until the 23rd. Until her next semester of school starts. And by then, Raven will be HEAD-OVER-HEELS!" He snickered, walking off down the hall.
A/N: Another pre-written chappy saved to the floppy! MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! MmMmMmMm . . . my mom made cake! And I'm eating it. Vanilla . . . with chocolate frosting . . . AND ITS STILL LUKE-WARM! n.n But tomorrow's ucky school.
Ewwwww.
Welp, see ya!
-Mari-Chan
