Thanks for the reviews, here's chapter 3!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans but if I did I wouldn't have canceled them like the people who do. Please remember to show your support and send letters to Cartoon Network to get the Titans a season 6.
The Titanhood of the Traveling Boots
Chapter 3
Cyborg walked onto the bus and the eyes of about 50 children met with his. He had agreed to drive Beastboy to the airport and gotten distracted by an exhibit on the engines of Planes. He had missed the councilor bus and it was mandatory to ride a bus to camp. Cyborg found an empty seat and the bus started.
"Guess they don't have parking spaces to offer the councilors in Baja" Cyborg muttered.
Cyborg had volunteered to teach kids to play sports at a special camp. This camp was for kids with replaced arms and legs. Most sports camps wouldn't let them join and so there was a special one where they could be just like every other kid.
The bus stopped about 20 minutes away from Jump City. A little boy hopped on the bus and sat next to Cyborg.
"Aren't you a bit old for this camp, mister?" The boy asked
Cyborg laughed "yeah, I'm a councilor. I just missed the other bus"
"Oh, I see" The boy invited himself to plop down right next to Cyborg "My name's Bradley"
"Nice to meet you, Bradley. My name's Cyborg, little guy." Cyborg said, extending his arm
Bradley grasped Cyborg's hand with his own prosthetic hand and shook. Cyborg reeled back and shook out his hand "little guy, big hand shake" Cyborg exclaimed. Bradley beamed. Cyborg looked Bradley over. He was a young boy of no older then 5. He had light brown hair and bright green eyes. And, Cyborg noticed, the boy's leg and arm were prosthetic. These kids were tough, Cyborg knew, and he looked forward to a summer of training them.
A few minutes later Bradley dug into his backpack and pulled out a portable Gamestation with two wireless controllers.
"Want to verse me in Robot Monkey Duel, Mr. Cyborg?" Bradley asked, shoving a controller in the older man's hands.
Cyborg smiled as Bradley turned on the game "This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship Bradley"
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Gotham city: one of the world's biggest cities.
Gotham city: one of the world's biggest crime spots.
If you want to fight crime in Gotham you face mountains of paperwork, sleepless nights, and injuries to the highest degree. You also, after having retained approximately 1 hour of sleep by 8 AM, have to wake up, put on a happy face and smile and act as if you just had 12 hours of sleep, versus the measly 1.
Of course we all know that Batman, aka Bruce Wayne, immensely enjoys this.
Although Robin's never been so good at the happy face part the truth is: He enjoys it, too.
It was the life he led up until the Teen Titans, and now that everyone wanted to break off their separate ways for the summer Robin decided to too.
He had stayed up the previous night and went over criminal files with Bruce. He had stopped at 6 AM. And then, at 8 AM, the alarm was buzzing and it wasn't going to stop. Robin groaned and rolled over. Sleepily he reached over and pressed the snooze button. No more alarm: peace and quiet.
With a smile the boy wonder pulled the cover back on and closed his eyes. And faster then you can say 'Robin, wake up!' the alarm was buzzing yet again.
There were many things that Robin hated: Slade, the Joker, bad pizza, and bad people in general. Fancy shmancy alarm clocks now joined the ranks of Robin's array of things he hated.
Robin sat up and rubbed his eyes and muttered something that sounded oddly like: "I hate it here. I hate it, I hate it, why on earth did I come back?"
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Starfire had been on Tameran for a whopping total of 3 days. The Boots magic hadn't worked for her in the least bit. She decided that it was best to pass the boots on to Beastboy. Maybe after a few uses the magic would start…
Dear Friend Beastboy,
I am very sure the magical boots are magical, but that hasn't been proven to me yet. I wore them to a nice dinner party here on Tameran, but nothing happened besides one of the waiters spilling fancy juice all over my new shirt.
In short, friend Beastboy, I am very, as you would say 'bored out of my mind'.
But don't worry; I'm sure you will have better luck as will I the next time I get the boots.
I do hope you are having fun in Africa, friend Beastboy.
Sincerely,
Starfire
P.S. - I hope the boots get to you in one piece. Interplanetary shipping can be quite tricky.
To be continued…
Next time: Will Beastboy still feel at home in Africa, and will the boots do anything for him at all?