Disclaimer's Note: I don't own Teen Titans. Someday, when I'm older, I'll have them. Until that time comes (on the 12th of Never), I'm stuck doing fanfics (not that I don't want to :-D).

Starfire: Human with the strange bifocals, you still haven't answered to why you are in my room.

Wizard: In due time…in due time…

Robin walked into Cyborg's room to find it perfectly clean, with the exception of his suitcase…definitely, not a good sign. He kept called for Cyborg once, but got no answer. He shrugged and went to check the training room. Knowing Cyborg, he was probably giving "more than 100". At that moment of thought, Robin heard a grunt in Beast Boy's room that made him jump.

He looked into the room to see Beast Boy and Cyborg playing with cards on Beast Boy's desk. Didn't take a genius to see who was winning; Cyborg was grinning and Beast Boy was looking disgruntled.

"Uh, guys…what're you doing?" Robin asked, with Cyborg and Beast Boy jumping at the same time. Robin slipped into the room unnoticed, as usual.

"We're playin' blackjack and so far, I'm winnin'," Cyborg answered, then to Beast Boy he said, "Hit me."

Beast Boy took two cards from off the deck and handed one to Cyborg. There was no way Cyborg was winning this game, he made sure of that.

Grinning, Beast Boy said, "20!"

Cyborg looked glum, until he put down his cards and said, "21! BLACKJACK! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

Beast Boy was in shock, how did Cyborg win? He had a foolproof plan: make Cyborg hit and switched the cards around to bust him. Yet somehow, Cyborg managed to pull a win off. Beast Boy went to his drawer and pulled out a sock.

Beast Boy brought the sock back, held out Cyborg's palm and shook the sock. After 40 seconds of shaking, the sock spat out a twenty-dollar bill. Cyborg's eyes lit up at the sight of it.

"I'm gonna be the toast of the city. Won't no casino have a penny left when I'm done!" Cyborg laughed.

"Yeah, uhhh…speaking about that…we don't head to the city until two days from now," Robin admitted.

"And when the time comes, I'll be prepared. Whereas the rest of ya'll gotta pack up your bags sometime between the middle of the night and when it's about time to leave. When that time comes, I'm gonna be stuck holding the plane for ya'll while I laugh my ass off."

"Yeah right, when it comes time to leave, I'll be ready," Beast Boy said.

"For what!" Cyborg said in amazement. "You gotta do more than pack; we're talkin' about a full wash on that dump you call a room."

"I still got enough clothes in my closet," Beast Boy muttered. At that moment, Starfire had just arrived at the door next to Robin.

"Friends, if you are done playing the blackjack, can I learn now?" she asked.

"Sure thing, Star. You wanna play too, Robin?" Cyborg said.

Robin shrugged and said, "I guess a game couldn't hurt."

Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin sat down and Beast Boy began shuffling the cards, and passing two out to each person. Cyborg began to explain the rules.

"So the point of blackjack is to have your cards add up to 21, or, if you don't get 21, the person with the highest number wins. Aces are 11 or 1, Jacks, Queens, and Kings are 10. You only get Blackjack if you have a Jack, Queen, or King and an Ace. If you want more cards, just say 'Hit me'…"

"Why would I want somebody to hit me?" Starfire interrupted.

"No you're not gonna get hit literally, you just get more cards. If you wanna keep your cards, say 'I'll stay'. If you have 18 or higher, it's wise not to hit or chances are you're gonna bust. Any questions?"

"None from me," Starfire answered.

"LET'S PLAY SOME BLACKJACK!" Cyborg yelled.

The four Titans checked out their cards. Cyborg was looking at the back of everyone else's, then he looked at the deck.

"Hit me," he said. Beast Boy handed him a card.

"Hit me," Robin muttered, loud enough for Beast Boy to hear.

"You sure, dude? You look kinda tense," Beast Boy said, uncertainly.

"Hit me," Robin said through gritted teeth.

"Okay…" Beast Boy said uneasily, handing Robin a card. Knowing Robin, he probably had a high bet and was going to risk it all regardless of what anyone thought.

However, he wasn't going to tell him that.

"I'll stay," Starfire said joyfully, putting her two cards on the desk. She had a 3 and a 4.

"Dude…you got 7. I really think you should you should hit," Beast Boy said.

"I, like Robin, like to live on the…wild side."

"Well, I hate to do this, but…" Beast Boy took the cards. "You lost either way, so…I got 19, what do you guys got?"

Robin put down his cards and glumly said, "I bust."

"21!" Cyborg laughed.

"Crap!" Robin said, temper flaring.

"Dude, you keep cheating using that X-ray eye thing!" accused Beast Boy.

"And…it's not my fault nobody could figure it out yet. I hope ya'll watchin' while I take over Atlantic City, and maybe next…gasp…LAS VEGAS!" Cyborg said. He left Beast Boy's room laughing.

"I wanna play again," Robin said.

"Dude, you lost, get over it. Besides we were done anyway, but we promised Star we'd teach her how to play."

Robin glared at Beast Boy for a few minutes, then left the room without so much of a 'See ya'. Dude, something's seriously up with him, Beast Boy thought.