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So, I was living with the Titans.
Things didn't go the way I expected. Or as Robin expected, I'm betting. For starters, I became instantly obsessed with Robin's mask.
"Do you wear it all the time? Do you at least take it off when you sleep? What color are your eyes?"" I asked.
Robin glanced at me, and chose to ignore me.
I continued, "Is it terribly comfortable? Do you think everyone will be wearing them in the future?" (A/N: Recognize those lines? If you know what movie that's from you're awesome.)
He still ignored me.
I walked a few steps closer, stopping directly in front of him, and stared at him intently, making it extremely hard for him to continue ignoring me.
He just shot me an annoyed look. But people do that to me a lot - I mean, a lot - so that didn't stop me.
"How does it stay on like that? Has it ever fallen off on you? Do you glue it to your face or something?"
Robin's expression dropped, just a little.
"OH MY GOD! YOU DO!" I couldn't help but try to tug on it.
Robin slapped my hand away before I could. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't say you didn't! You don't use super glue, do you? That stuff won't ever come off. Seriously. It's intense."
Robin sighed deeply in irritation and resumed trying to ignore me.
"But, why do you wear it? I mean, sure, it covers your eyes, but people still know what you look like. It's not like they wouldn't recognize you if you took it off. If they didn't, they'd have to be really dumb… Is that what you're hoping, that stupid people won't recognize you?"
He still didn't respond, but I kept going anyway.
"Is it that you're trying to imitate someone?" I snapped my fingers. "You must be going for the Phantom of the Opera! Humn… the Phantom… are you trying to show you're a tortured soul?"
Robin stared. "Do you ever shut up?!"
I gave the question careful consideration. "Rarely, but sometimes...on major U.S. holidays." I continued with my original topic cheerfully, "Maybe you're going for the Phantom-look cuz you like opera?" I snapped my fingers, again. "That must be it! You're wearing that mask to try to find someone who'll recognize your secret hobby and sing opera with you!"
I instantly began to sing, but anyone who knows me knows I sound terrible singing high. Or low. Or anywhere in between.
Robin clasped his hands firmly over his ears; I continued singing.
Then I stopped and stared at him.
"What?" He asked me, despite the fact he looked like he was dreading the answer.
"It's your part of the song." I explained.
Robin gave a hopeless look, running a hand through his hair. "Raven, please, help me out here." He said to Raven, who was watching the scene from over the edge of her book.
"I'm going to meditate in my room, Bella." She addressed me.
Instantly, I rushed over to her. "Oh, oh! Do you want me to stand guard outside your door?!" I grinned at her enthusiastically, which made her visibly wince, but she nodded and walked towards her room.
While she didn't actually need anyone to to stand guard, she often asked me to do so because it was the only time I would keep completely quiet - I wasn't dumb enough to be loud and disturb her while she was in her room.
This was why I wasn't kicked out. For the most part, the rest of the Titans found me bearable, at least, bearable enough that they didn't want me tossed out on the street.
I was careful never to bother Raven if she was reading or meditating. Or any other time, really. I thought she was totally, totally cool, but still, she kinda scared me.
I became fast friends Beast Boy. I was endlessly amazed by his animal transformations, I laughed at all his jokes, and I watched almost as much TV as him. Plus, he could follow my completely random conversations.
"I like straws." I had said a few days ago, for no reason.
"Me too." Beast Boy answered.
"What type, crazy straws or regular ones?"
"Both are good, but the ones that change colors when you drink? THOSE are the best."
Cyborg and I got along well. He was helping me get better at video games, as I wasn't very good. I also loved to see all of his awesome gadgets, and gave them a mesmerized "Shiny…" if they were, indeed, shiny.
As for Starfire, she was almost impossible for anyone not to get along with. I liked talking to her, although I got the feeling my conversations confused her a little, but she was always so polite that she'd try to respond. We both liked to cook; Starfire would make some crazy alien dish, while I got out practically everything in the fridge and mixed stuff together. Good times.
Robin, of course, once asked me what I was doing. "For me to know, and for you to find out." I told him. I grinned happily. "But that would mean you actually having to try it!" I held out my spoon in offering.
He shook his head and walked away, and didn't ask me what I was making ever again.
A few days later:
(Narrative P.O.V.)
Robin opened the door of Bella's room cautiously. He jerked his head in every direction, feeling his eyes widen and his muscles tense up. He'd never been in Bella's room before, and he wasn't prepared for what he saw; nothing could prepare him. In the week Bella had been living with the Teen Titans, she had managed to change her bedroom from a perfectly normal room into…an obsessive Robin shrine, complete with Robin action figures. The entire room was even done in his uniform colors. Plastered on the walls were pictures of him - some clipped from newspapers, some drawn by hand (which he only guessed, from the rest of the contents of her room, that those spiky haired stick figures were supposed to be him) - with captions written on them. He squinted at the nearest one, because he could not identify what he was supposed to be wearing. The caption said, "The gloves were nifty. The apron was not..."
Robin blinked.
He shook his head and finally saw what he came here for: Bella's diary. He stared at it for a moment, wincing at the sight of his insignia drawn messily on the cover. Shaking his head again to clear it, he flipped through the pages. Bella annoyed him to no extent, and he was determined to find something he could use in here that would keep her under control.
Dear diary,
Today the Batman brought me to live with the Teen Titans. He told me I had no family, even though I do. (I do have family. I know I do. I'm like 80 percent sure.) I don't even know how the heck I wound up here, it's all really confuzzling.
Robin stared at the word. "Confuzzling?"
"Bella's way of saying confusing." Beast Boy said.
Startled, Robin jumped and diary went flying, landing, open, on the top of Beast Boy's head.
Beast Boy pulled it off and looked at it. "Dude! Reading Bella's diary isn't nic-" he stopped, laughing, and held the diary out. "Robin, look!"
Robin reached for it slowly and started to read.
Dear diary,
I had to scrub the ENTIRE bathroom. Robin made me, the meanie. All because I used some of his hair gel to try to seal the bathroom door shut. What else was I supposed to do, I couldn't trust the protection of my life to just the lock! See, I stayed up late last night watching a horror movie with BB, and then this morning, I kept hearing... noises... like, GROWLS. So like any normal person, I ran for the bathroom and locked the door. But as the movie so adequately proved, locks can be broken, so I HAD to use more extreme measures. I was kind of hoping the gel might have the same properties as cement once it dries. (For future reference, it does not. It just makes a mess.) It was self preservation, man! You can't punish a person for that. Anyway, in the spirit of optimism, the good thing that came out of the whole situation was I had a brain blast; I know why Robin always wears those green gloves! One day Robin was cleaning the bathroom, just like me this morning, and so he put on gloves. (I, sadly, don't have as much foresight as he has, and didn't put on any. My hands got all wrinkly and ew.) Then he said, "Hey man, these look nifty! I'm never gonna take them off again!" And he never did; also, the bathroom didn't get cleaned…
Robin stared, and re-read it a few times to make sure it said what he thought it said. Well, that explained the drawing. And why she locked herself in the bathroom for nearly five hours the other day. "Bella has serious issues…"
Beast Boy grabbed the diary from Robin's hands and sat on the floor, eagerly flipping the page.
"Hey, what are you two doing?" Cyborg asked as he entered the room. He glanced at his surroundings of all red, green, and yellow. "Not even gonna ask."
"Cy, Robin, you haveta read this!" Beast Boy said, cackling and wiping at the corner of his eyes with glee, thrusting the diary into Cyborg's arms.
Cyborg snorted as he read, but appeared to be making an effort to control himself as he finished and passed it wordlessly to Robin. It read:
Dear diary,
Robin made chicken for dinner last night. It was really good, Boy Wonder can cook. The protein must be really good for thinking, because I had another brain blast; why Robin left the Batman! It all had to do with chicken! I'm thinking the Batman made his side kick do the grocery shopping. (Poor Robin, so under appreciated…) I've come to the conclusion that one day Robin was at the supermarket, looking at the chicken, when the Joker (Who, sadly, has no respect that Robin is busy with other very important things. In fact, cutting into Robin's precious meat-selecting-time only makes him all the more diabolical...) chooses that specific moment to start robbing the bank next door. The Batman runs in and says "Robin, come on!" or whatever he'd say, and there's Robin, holding the chicken and weighing his options. "Chicken… helping Batman… chicken… helping Batman." And the Batman is all like "ROBIN!" and Robin is all like "Okay, okay, sheesh!" And poor Robin has to leave the chicken that he wanted. Then they go fight, and afterward the Batman's real angry, yelling, "You were going to leave me to fight BY MYSELF, for CHICKEN?" Robin's eyes shift (Theoretically, again. How can you actually tell with his mask...) and he defends himself, "Maybe… Hey man, chicken is good!" But the Batman doesn't wanna hear that, because he (tactlessly) can't understand the importance of good chicken. So, due to their differences in meat ideals, Robin says "Fine! I'm leaving!" and stalks off. And that's why Robin left the Batman…
Robin twitched, an odd look crossing his face, finding it hard to believe anyone would actually write such a thing, when Starfire appeared.
"Friends, why are you all in here when Bella is not?" She asked.
"We're reading Bella's diary! You've got to check it out!" Beast Boy said, holding the diary out to Raven, who had followed Starfire in. When Raven didn't take it, he wiggled his eyebrows. "You know you want toooo!"
Raven only stared dryly. "You really think I want concern myself with what's in Bella's diary?"
(Regular P.O.V.)
"Hi!" I greeted happily, walking into my room to see all the Teen Titans there, and Beast Boy holding my diary. He passed it to Cyborg with a guilty smile. Cyborg hardly touched it, quickly passing it to Robin. Robin sighed and handed it to me.
Robin scratched his the back of his head. "I'm sorry, Bella... We shouldn't be going through your stuff. I guess I got a little carried away."
"Yea… We're sorry." Beast Boy added, looking down at his feet.
I smiled. "It's not a problem!" I said earnestly, tossing the diary carelessly onto my bed.
Then, the alarm went off...