I do NOT own the teen titans!
This chapter was a lot more sickening than I thought! A lot more foul smells and barfing than I had intended. It sort of played out in the story; when I tried to get the critical stuff happening there was little alternative than to turn to revolting solutions. Although it is towards the end of the story; please do not eat or drink while reading this.
To make up for my lack of imagination, I put in more Lancer stuff than usual as well.
"This is sickening!" sighs Control Freak (CtrlF) "Trapped in my own vortex! Why couldn't you guys grab the remote?" He screams as Barney the dinosaur gives him a big hug.
"We were busy! And I had to get me pants!" says Mod, twirling his cane. "We'll have you out in a jiffy though!"
"Excuse me, but didn't you notice that we had our rear ends bashed up last time?" says Kitten, angrily pulling rubbish from her Girl Moth suit.
"A slight miss-calculation in our otherwise brilliant heist." says Mumbo, un-daunted. "We still outnumber them with the Boy-wonder gone! We've taken them all on in the past; and almost succeeded in fact!"
"And remember that Raven can't use her dark power stuff!" points out CtrlF. "And Starfire is still in a wheelchair." He screams again as the teletubby vacuum cleaner chases him.
"Hmmm." smiles Kitten evilly. "That leaves only Cyborg and Beastboy. Maybe we should pay the red haired boy-stealer a little visit!"
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"Ow my aching circuits!" moans Cyborg, rubbing his slightly dented head. "But you really showed them up Rae… though not quite like I expected."
"Not to mention I have tubby's little remote device thing too!" smiles Fighting Raven, doing up her hair.
"What are you doing with Robin's hair gel friend Raven?" asks Starfire, doing small weights. Fight is gelling her hair back into Robin's spikes.
"Rob had the right idea in hair style!" says Fight admiringly. "Sleek, cool and it doesn't lag on my attack swings!" and she strikes a pose in front of the mirror. "And this costume is fabuliscous too!"
"I really think we should still keep her in the straight jacket!" says Beastboy slightly frightened; his petrification making him a sitting duck. Already his hands were now small branches with leaves and he had an afro bush on his head.
"She seems harmless enough…" says Cyborg, who wasn't to willing to send another team member to the bench. "Though you could be right…" he sighs and Fight starts zooming around with her own theme music.
"Dun, dun Duun! Dun, dun! Dum, dum! Duuum!" she twirls around and leaps off the sofa, her cape waving around.
"Well, it's starting to get late now." says Beastboy (6:00). "I'm famished. Got any fertiliser on you?"
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"NOOOO!" cries Vain in a tantrum. "What the heck is she doing? MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR! And that costume is so… so… ugh!"
"Some of us are trying to concentrate here!" says Grumpy, getting irate.
"And did you see her and Kitten?" and Vain sticks her tongue out.
"I wish we didn't."
"She's totally ruining us! And that theme song is something out of whacky land!" and Vain starts jumping in a fit. "This is so unfair!"
"I don't really think it's all that bad!" says Happy, having recovered from the morning.
"Don't worry Vain. You'll have your go soon anyway." says Shy.
"And so will I! Muahaha!" laughs Mean.
"Well I hope it's soon!" pouts Vain, folding her arms. "I want at least some dignity when I take the body!"
"Waaahahaaa!" cries Sad, because she had nothing to say.
Grumpy grumbles to herself. Things were getting out of hand here and out there. Maybe it was time to change their tactics…
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Elsewhere in the void…
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"So… do I have your trust?" says Trigon, bearing with the blasts from Evil in his giant form.
"Just a few more thrashings oh truly stupid one!" laughs Evil, pelting out more beams, rocks and energy shaped swords. "DIE! HAHA! DIE!"
"That is quite enough…" says Trigon, denying his pain. He lifts his hand up and grabs Evil in his one palm.
"I shall swipe off your head you great red blimp!" she screams and starts to bite at his fingers. But Trigon ignores the urge to crush her. "I wonder what demon tastes like?" she grins and drools.
"You have great aggression, determination and hatred… that is perfect." Trigon grins. Things were turning darker in the lands of the void… "Ouch…" he says.
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"You played yesterday very close Penguin." snarls Twoface. "Too close!" and he fumbles his coin angrily.
"Now look here Mr. Dent." chuffs up the Penguin in his little underground surveillance bunker. "Even if you had been caught in yesterday's ruffle, the police were bribed and ready. The plan went perfectly otherwise." he shrugs. His face then contorts as Twoface rushes him. "Waauugh!"
"I don't like getting beaten around you bird brain!" and he picks up Oswald by his collar. "Next time I'm out there, I want more backup!" and he throws him to the ground.
"My word! … What a tantrum friend. I still hope our coalition is still favourable?" and he squirms back up, trying to keep his dignity.
"Temporary coalition Penguin… now quiet… I want to see how our confused friend fares today." and they watch the Riddler's plan unfold.
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"Worried about something Master Dick?" says Alfred, sorting out some legal documents.
Dick Grayson paces around the hall. "Cyborg is hiding something! I just know it!" he says.
"Are you considering returning to Jump City?"
"No…" he sighs. "He still needs me here… they should be… could be alright…" and he eyes the phone.
"Why are you not calling?"
"They don't need me like a vulture hanging in on them all the time…" he says.
"But; they do still need you sir."
"I just want to respect their privacy and freedom…" mutters Robin. "I hope Starfire isn't doing something really stupid again!" but he retracts his hand from the dial.
"Ah! I see now." says Alfred. "Trying not to be like Master Bruce I presume?"
Robin sighs as he leans against the wall. "Trying… but the harder I try, the more I realise I've started to become him!"
"Ah yes! The teen years are very confusing for many, young master. A time where you start to become who you were born to be…"
"But I don't want to be him! I don't want to become an emotionless golem! I don't want to have to fight and fight and fight again and again my entire life! I don't want to be a stubborn old mule!"
"I once owned an ass like that…"
"Why can't I be who I want to be …?" and he slides on the wall and sits onto the floor. "And not who I have to be…?"
"Sometimes that is what we are called to do." says Alfred, helping him up. "Is what you want, really the thing you feel you should do? Would you stop your work? Would you give up this for another life?"
Robin thinks about it, about the countless lives saved, the countless hopes rescued, the countless times that he and the Batman and all the other superheroes great and small had sacrificed themselves to accomplish. "Yeah… I wouldn't give this up… not when I know how many depend on me… and why it's a good thing…"
…
All is dark, save the red laser screen completely covering the ceiling…
"I sense something that is disturbing my equilibrium! Who can it be? What can he be?" calls the Riddler over the speakers. The lights of the dark building come on, but only as a few eerie spotlights in the shadows. Small bugs start to fly around the columns of brightness, and the Batman is there also.
"What are you really trying to do Nigma?" says Batman coolly as the floor begins to rise on the left and sink on the right.
"I'm sorry to leave you in the dark…" grins the Riddler from his safe hideaway. "Let me enlighten you to your predicament. What do you say?"
The spotlight turns to sharp swords sticking from the side walls, the floor is slippery, but Batman has a good soul, as in soles of his feet which were fitted with spikes to dig into the surface. The see-saw like floorboards was starting to sway up and down in a slow rhythm of death. The lights spiralled around at the blades, yet it was still mostly darkness.
"What are you looking for?" says the Batman, carefully sticking to the centre of the boards.
"A man like a bat is called Batman… a Bat like a man is called a monster. Tell me; have I got that mixed around?"
A sudden beam of red light flashes on the far wall which Batman is trying to reach, he moves quickly to one side as the light becomes a laser that stops him from remaining in the centre of the room. The boards are now also rising higher and faster. But Batman skilfully goes onward.
"Why are you doing this?" says the caped-crusader. He almost falls victim to the laser beams.
"It's all a question of balance Batman. Are you a man or a monster; please tell me won't you?"
As the Batman's platform rises up, a large ball of metal loads on the stop and rolls down at him. He quickly jumps to avoid having his legs broken, but as he lands he almost runs into the laser. He sways away and loses his footing and heads towards the blades, but the board goes back up again to spare him, but another metal ball comes down…
"No question this time?" says the Riddler.
"I'm preoccupied…" replies the Batman as he does a back flip to dodge a ball, landing heavily on his feet to maintain grip. The ball hits the lasers and gets cut like butter with a hot knife.
"I try my best." smiles the madman. "It seems you are caught between not two vices, but three my dear adversary. Your continual swaying of your life goes between the horrible death that awaits on one side, or the quick relatively painless one on the other. For which one is your secret life as bat-freak and which one is your real life I'll let you to decide."
"Thankyou." says the Dark knight, dodging and jumping closer to the end.
"The cannonballs you see represent us; the criminal whole. We always seem to pop up when things are dire to threaten your existence. I had never really up till now thought about what impact that had on your balance of identities. Isn't that funny after all these years of questions?"
"I'm getting the picture." and he reaches the end of the road.
"Very good!" says the Riddler. "You even managed to evacuate all the people around here to save them… how nice."
"Do you really want to continue Riddler?" says Batman, looking around with his scanner. "You know I will survive."
"The future is always full of question Batman." says the Riddler profoundly. "There are always little hitches, little chinks in plans, paths and directions. One little error, word or atom can change the fate of what we would expect. That is why our future is always a question. I only know, as well as you, that everyone dies, and that time is always unknown. You might not live today for instance…"
"That bomb won't kill anyone Riddler." says Batman, locating the device in the ceiling.
"Not as many as before, but still an uncomfortable death for you I think!" and he activates his signal. "In fact you are right above the sewer complexes; a very sad and sick way for a hero like you to fall. Maybe there will be a next time? But until then; bye!" and he sounds off.
The signal waves reach the warehouse and Batman smiles as his radio wave proof utility belt holds to its name. The bomb however starts to tremor, and the car sized thing drops down and straight through the floor.
Batman knows there is no way of telling when the bomb will go off, but he did know that it wasn't a major threat to anyone by what he scanned. He concentrated on escape.
The cannon balls! They must be coming from some outside source, or at least had been, since they all stopped. The hole was too small for him to fit through, but that was his best chance. Risking the floor boards would take too long. He went for a more direct approach…
Using a batarang, he knocks one of the lasers out of align, causing it to rip through the wall. Batman narrowly avoids its sweep. With better care, he takes on another and another one, slicing downwards on the wall. Using one last throw he completes the slicing of a square hole and heads out… but the bomb goes off before he can reach the hole... the vision goes fiery.
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"Ready?" asks Beastboy with a red flag in his bushy hair.
"Ready!" says Starfire with a look of determination.
"GO STARFIRE!" says Beastboy and Silkie waves the flag from his head.
Starfire zooms off in a blur, using her newly gained muscle to fly (Not literarily) around the entire block in record braking time!
"Now that's either really, really good, or just plain ridiculous!" says Cyborg, watching her screech to a halt in front of them.
Beastboy starts to shake his leaves and puts on an announcer's voice. "And lets here a big hand for the master of the mobile chair, the monarch of mustard, that green eyed gal from a galaxy far, far away; STARFIRE 'wheels' KORIANDR! THE WINNER!"
"I'm so happy!" says Starfire wiping a little tear.
"Way to go girlfriend!" says Fight. "You showed that pavement who's boss!"
"What was my time friend Raven?" and Fight hands her the stopwatch and Starfire almost faints.
"Talking about good timing; the alarm just went off." says Cyborg checking communications in his head. "Gotta get going again."
"Can I not as well go?" says Starfire. "I have speeded…"
"Sorry Star, you have to stay. Doctor and Robin's orders. He should be calling soon so I don't want you in any of the action."
"That is… fine." sighs Starfire. "I shall continue to 'work out' while you are away."
"That's the spirit!" says Fight, just fixing up her spiked hair again. "Let's get go, GO going!"
"I think that suit is starting to mess with your head!" says Cyborg with a glance.
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Batman sat in his small Volkswagen beetle and sighed. That was a close one! If it wasn't for that sheet of metal that had been cut from the wall, the blast would have taken him. Luck always seemed to be his way, even if he was covered a bit with sewage.
"Auto clean and air filter." he says and the mini-batmobile interior starts to clean him up. He had an important meeting today, a meeting with Catwoman. She had information that may tilt the scales between him and his adversaries. She was a master thief and deadly martial arts expert. And he smelled.
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CtrlF walked along Sesame Street, looking out to the real world from within his own demise. Upstairs he could hear the continual fusing of metal and typing and weird generator sounds from Mad Mod's room. He was up to something, but that room was strictly off limits. He wondered what diabolical scheme he was concocting with the money they had lifted and supplies they had brought him.
He doesn't dwell on the thought for long as Big Bird on roller skates runs him down.
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"Bravo! You blew up the sewage line. That stank!" says Twoface as the Riddler walks in.
"Well excuse me!" he grins.
"Well done fellow conspirator. We now have a nice fowl wind for the Batman, Waugh-ha-ha!" smiles the Penguin with his long cigar in his mouth. Twoface just continues to sulk at the window.
"Now, now! Don't get upset Mr. Dent!" smiles the Riddler. "I'm sure everyone has their bad day once and a while!"
Twoface growls. "Shove off leprechaun! Just go stick that cane right up your green…"
"Please gentlemen, I am trying to think!" says the Penguin writing something on paper.
"That is a good habit!" says the Riddler. "Is that our little cat bait?"
"Quite right Mr. Riddler! This may turn to be a very profitable incident! Waugh-ha-ha!"
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"WHAT IS WITH YOU AND THE SPOONS YOU PSYCHO?" screams Girl Moth as she and Mumbo flee full speed from the restaurant?
"I can't help it! So spoonish! I had to sample them!" he whimpers.
"Sample this!" says a voice from above, and a caped figure comes swooping down by Bat rope and knocks Mumbo right off his feet and at a post box in a daze. The spiky haired assailant stands poised for attack. The yellow of the cape just being made out in the very dark alley in the coming of night. Two pale eyes gleam out in determination and inner strength.
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"Robin!" exclaims Kitten in frenzy, recognising the mysterious silhouette and she gives him a great big smooch before he could move away in instinctive panic for his life. She just didn't seem to get over the really cute guys, even if they did lock her in prison. Of course, Robin was still in Gotham, so Fight suffered the humiliation and promptly gave Kitten the biggest slap she could conjure up. "OW! WHAT! OH THAT IS JUST… WRONG! ARGH! You again? Eww!" and Kitten starts shaking her face in contortions and vigorous wiping.
"I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE! You just be glad I had my mouth shut! Ugh!" says Fight in disgusting coughs and splutters. Shaking her face and spitting everywhere. "You are a sicko you sicko! Are you… Argh! Blind?"
Kitten uses some mouth wash and goes on the defence. "IT'S ALMOST PITCH BLACK IN THIS ALLEY! Why did you have to do your hair as well you idiot! You already look like a boy for crying out loud! EEEEEEWWWWW!"
Fight does one last tongue wipe. "I don't ever want you to do that again! Ugh (In a shiver)! Just cut the winging and let's start with the punching and kicking stuff already!"
They both shake themselves into order and stance in a face off. Their faces contort and they start hurling into near by bins.
"I don't think I want to know what happened here…" says Cyborg just arriving. "Where's the two old guys?"
"There is only one 'old' guy and one slightly over middle aged magician!" says Mumbo sneaking from behind him.
"What the…" But his reactions are a fraction too slow and Mumbo turns him into a bear again. "Oh bother, bother…"
Mumbo warps on some collars, muzzles and chains to the transformed Cyborg and looks around him. "Hey Girly Moth! He doesn't have the remote! Check the Raven!"
"I… I'm done… ugh… for today… Mmmpfff" and she flies away with the bin still under her face.
"Always leaving me with the dirty work the little spoiled brat!" mumbles Mumbo. "Now let's see how we go with round two dear girl!" he says pointing the wand at Fight.
Fight knew she had little chance dodging the man so she did what first came into her head, or rather came out of her mouth and threw the evilly laden trash can at the villain.
"A trash can? And you didn't even use your powers to throw it? How Neanderthalic!" smiles Mumbo and he freezes the bin in mid air. Naturally the contents spill out on him. "Hang on a… OH NOOOO!" he yells too late and he's soon feeling rather queasy.
Fight smiles and holds stance. "Let's see how well you can conjure tricks up when you're about to… mpfff" and she quickly grabs the bin again.
"So… unhygienic!" says Mumbo starting to turn a very pale blue. "We shall meet again! Ugh!" and he teleports into his hat and escapes.
"OK… That… was just… REALLY sick!" says the Bear, sticking his tongue out.
"P… p… please don't stick your tongue out… ugh!" says Fight. "Evil… flash back! Eeeww!"
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"So I have deducted that if I increase my strength incredibly, I will gain much better favour with everyone for my heightened fight value." says Starfire doing pull ups. (Pulling herself and her wheelchair up and down from some bars.)
"Everyone likes you anyway the way you are! Just be careful Starfire! I don't want to get wood chucked by Robin when he gets back!" says Beastboy, who was quite incapable of coming to the rescue if anything went wrong. "Hey! That tickles! That feels great! Really, really ticklish!" he laughs. "Those earth worms are really wriggly critters! I'd never think I'd actually say it, but; 'I just love having worms'! Ha!"
"Two-hundred and fifty!" sweats Starfire taking a break.
"Now THAT'S really freaky!" remarks Beastboy.
"Time for aerobics!" she smiles with a heavy tired face and zooms in front of the television.
"I think you're going a bit too far now Starfire!" says Beastboy, but it's hard to stop someone when you are petrified and have half your body made of wood.
"I did not know you cared about my health."
"I'm not made of stone you know!"
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10:00pm Gotham central Clock Tower
"You smell bad!" remarks Catwoman, a few feet away from Batman.
"Work was murder." says Batman. "You wanted to speak with me?"
"So you trust me?"
"No."
"Well; you're here!"
"I trust myself."
"Good. That's the only one you can trust 'friend'." she says leaning against the architecture.
"If you just wanted to talk then just hand yourself over to prison and we can have all the time you want."
"Nice offer. Want to hear mine?"
"Go on."
"As you know, I'm not into the murder and gore and power stuff those megalomaniacs want." she says, referring to the Penguin and company. "If I help you, you can save a lot of people from needless slaughter and I walk home with a good conscience."
"And a large part of their loot."
"Gotcha!" winks the Catwoman. "Well?"
"You're help; yes. Allowing you to steal from the stealers; no. Can't bend the rules." says Batman. "If I find out you're double crossing I will have to terminate our agreement."
"I check you on that. But I will still get their loot whether you like it or not Bat breath." says the villainess. "But I think you really need all the help you can get. Deal?"
"No deal." says Robin appearing from above. Catwoman flicks out her whip and shatters the energy disks that Robin throws.
"Robin! I haven't seen you for a while!" she smiles in stance, claws extended.
"Haven't seen you for a while either thief." says Robin. "But I guess my luck had to end some time."
"You were meant to stay at the Batcave." says Batman annoyed but un-moved.
"And let you make a deal with the enemy? It's a bad idea."
"I think your boy needs to be house broken." snaps Catwoman with her whip. "Is our deal on or off Batman?"
"It's still on Catwoman. Now get going. He won't follow." says Batman to the anger of Robin.
Catwoman flips off the tower. Robin makes for her but Batman holds him back.
"You can't trust her Batman!" says Robin, struggling. "For all you know she's working for them!"
Batman watches Catwoman disappear from sight and lets Robin go. Robin just stands and clenches his fist. "I'll be the judge of my own risks Robin. Just stay back and let me handle this."
"Then why call me here at all?"
"Assistance."
"Why didn't you just call Catwoman then?"
"I have."
"So you think we're the same then?" says Robin with a glance at the Dark Knight.
"Yes and no." says Batman and they make their way down. "You both supply me with needed fight and skill. Fight and skill that will be needed."
"And discarded at will…" finishes Robin.
There is a silence before the caped-crusader talks again. "I know you may not like my decisions, but they are my decisions Robin. You are under my wing; I am not under yours."
"Can't I fly on my own wings?"
"As long as you don't fly over me or in my way…" says Batman. "Are you leaving?"
"Not while there are still battles to fight and while you need air support." says Robin and the tension eases (Slightly). "But someday I might."
"Someday?"
"Not yet…"
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"That took longer then expected!" sighs fight, finally getting off Cyborg's trappings after recovering from her sick convulsions.
"This is becoming a habit!" sighs Cyborg looking at his sore poor paws. "I hope you still have the remote Rae! We may need it for bargaining me back."
"Right here!" says Fight, holding the slightly befouled remote.
"Good. Let's get back to the others." says Cyborg. A few passers by walk quickly away. "I feel hungry. Honey waffles would be great!"
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"Oh man she didn't… she couldn't have…" moans Vain with eyes distraught.
"She did and I'm feeling sick!" says Shy holding her stomach.
"Yeah, vomit is pretty stomach churning." admits Happy.
"I MEANT HER KISSING!" shouts Vain.
"Oh! That!" says Happy.
"AAAARRRGGHH! SHE COMPLETELY WASTED HER FIRST KISS! Grumpy! I DEMAND to go next! Things need to be sorted out up their!"
"I think they do too." says Grumpy with a frown.
"Great! I'll soon have everything the way it should be… with a little more style I might add!"
"But what about me?" moans Mean? "What about my bold and slightly evil charisma! I need to release my meanness to the world!"
"We're still having the drawing of straws Vain." says Grumpy. "You and Mean I think we can trust to have a more… less damaging effect outside… as well as myself."
"It's our loss!" says vain waving up her hands.
"Where oh where can you be Evil?" cries Sad to the void.
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"You have to stop sometime." says Trigon holding up his palm.
"But until I do; feel my fury!" yells Evil kicking, blasting and punching at the hand.
"This is taking much longer than I had foreseen…" says Trigon. "Her evil is truly inspiring!" he smiles.
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"Don't tell me I have to stay here all night!" whines CtrlF still in the screen. "Do you have any idea what bad shows they put on at this time of night? I'll be mince-meat without my remote!"
"At least we transmogrified our cybernetic friend." smiles Mumbo in his night cap. "He'll have to bargain with us to get back to normal!"
"And a trap for sure!" smiles Kitten.
"Oh!" moans Mod. "And we were just able to pop on the English Channel on the telly thanks to 'im! What rotten luck"
"Riiight!" says Kitten rolling her eyes. "I'm having a cookie and going to bed!"
"BISCUIT!"
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"Oh pooh!" smiles Beastboy as Cyborg munches at his honey waffles.
"Y'know, it's actually not that bad being a bear." says Cyborg. "I mean, the coat is sure nice and warm and food tastes that little bit better in my tummy!" and he scoffs down the rest of the serving.
"Wow girl! You sure have been working hard!" remarks Fight looking at Starfire's new assortment of muscles. Biceps and forceps in particular. "Hey! You haven't been using steroids have you?"
"No I have not." says Starfire tired and sipping at some iced water. "What are steroids? Are they like asteroids?"
"So I guess Robin will have to be coming over soon right?" says Beastboy.
"I don't think things are all that bad!" says Cyborg, fixing himself some sandwiches.
"Well; Starfire is still in a wheelchair, I'm turning into a plant, you've turned into a bear and Raven's gone up and round the bend!"
"Hey!" remarks Fight a bit offended.
"Don't you think he's going to be a bit concerned CY?"
"Err… that's if he knows about it…" mumbles Cyborg.
"Do you mean… you haven't told him about all this? ANY of this?"
"Not exactly… well… yeah… Well I didn't want to look bad okay!" he defends himself.
"He's sure going to get little bit of a shock if we don't sort this out before he comes back!" says Beastboy thinking of the yelling they might receive if they were not destroyed by some villains first.
The phone rings…
"Robin?" says Starfire at the phone in a second. "We are very fine and good thank you. And you? … You do not sound too happy? … No I had to stay in the house mansion for the total day; I was able lifting some small weights…"
Cyborg sighs some relief that Starfire had kept herself out of trouble today...
"I also lifted my wheelchair with only my arms too!" she says excited. Cyborg's eye sort of twitches. "I also hanged myself by my knees from the ceiling to do vertical sit ups. It was quite difficult." and Cyborg begins to twitch all over and he decides it's time to relieve Starfire of the phone.
"Where can I get those fantastic body enhancers? ... You sound displeased… Latex? No, I meant steroids. Are they tasty? Hey…!" says Starfire as Cyborg gets the phone.
"Hi Rob…" he says drearily. "Yeah… It's been one of those days again…" he sighs. "Growling? Oh yeah… that's me… err… something I ate…"
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Some Characters of Interest in The Lancer
Mr. Westfield Cosmo: Channel 5 news anchorman. Handsome, conceited, chauvinist and a perfectionist, he is extremely competitive against his big time rival Rachel Roth for air-time supremacy.
Mr. Yukon: Channel 5 news head. Competitive, caring for his employees and a health-aholic, he's one of those people who never says die.
Erica Juan: One of the popular girls in school who has been trying her best to make life miserable for the always optimistic Robin Grayson who seems unaffected by her superiority in rank at school. Using her best methods of popularity, bullying, rumours and teasing she has yet to succeed.
Victor Stone: Although he's sort of a major character, his appearances are not frequent enough to do a separate bio. He's the head of the multi-million CY-tech industries. Spurred on in partnership with Wayne enterprises the business gives almost as much as it earns. He's trying to stop Sigma as best as he can without having to tackle the huge legal walls. He created most of The Lancer's equipment.
Garfield Logan: Channel 5's most successful and recognisable wildlife documentary host. Often away to distant lands, he still manages to call Jump City home.
Koriandr Grayson: Successful diplomat and wife to successful Bludhaven business director Richard Grayson. She is trying to ease tensions between her home planet and earth. Often having to leave earth in order to personally debate issues, particularly the invasion of earth by her own people.
Richard Grayson: A major director in the re-construction of the lost cause city of Bludhaven, Richard is forced away from his son to work in the vile slums of the dark city.
The Weasels: Small time gang of three women who specialise in cat burglary. With martial arts and small gadgets on their side, they are very crafty and sneaky. Their mistrust in one another often leads to an early demise.
The Office Workers: Small time gangsters in a group of five men. Relying on their gimmickry (Specialised umbrellas and suitcases) they lack certain muscle when it is needed. For heroes like the Lancer, they are a pushover.
The Pins: Short for pin heads. They are four brutish wrestlers who are dependent on their strength above everything else; your typical stupid villains who end up in the slammer very fast.
The Nimrods: Two cybernetic men who use great inventions to pull off spectacular robberies. They normally explode in each attempt.