Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. I luffs it, but I don't own it. Bill Gates is free to buy it for me.
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Robin slammed his fist into the punching bag, delighting as he heard the bag begin to tear. He always fought better, at least in the training room, when he was stressed. In an actual battle, the opposite effect seemed to take root, something he couldn't quite explain. He could only assume that because it was a real fight, someone might actually get hurt. It wasn't like the training room where all that might spew out of his opponent was sand should he punch too hard.
What was he to do? Raven and Starfire were such opposite ends of the spectrum. How was he to gain both their affections? Starfire seemed the type to want a gentleman, someone who would hold open the door for her and hold out her chair. Raven might like someone who could sympathize with her dark ways, someone who understood her and listened to her. Robin paused his next assault on the punching bag. That sounded an awful lot like him. If he wasn't so certain of Raven's feelings for Beast Boy, he might suspect her admiration for him. He should, then, be like Beast Boy. Robin furrowed his brow and then began to hit the bag again. He wasn't funny. That was the end of it. Then again, Beast Boy's jokes seemed to annoy Raven. Perhaps she, too, desired someone to hold open the door and hold out her chair. Yes, that was it. She didn't want someone to sympathize with her. She had been alone so long that she now liked it that way. What she wanted was to know she was cared for, to know she was loved. Both Starfire and Raven, though very different, were girls, and they were interested in the same thing.
Who, though, was a good role model? Robin simply couldn't become a perfect gentleman on his own. He needed someone to look up to, so to speak. He needed to find someone who resembled what he was trying to mold himself into. Who was a man who would hold open the door and hold out the chair? Who would whisper sweet nothings in a girl's ear? Who would smile so dazzlingly she would melt? Who would romance her so well she would fall hopelessly in love?
Who would appeal to both Starfire and Raven?
And the answer came to Robin so suddenly he felt as though as though it was a revelation from the gods. There was only one man Robin knew to have appealed to both Starfire and Raven. The charm of this one man had put hearts in their eyes, and Robin immediately relived the jealousy that flew through him to see Starfire so entranced.
Now where had Cyborg left the submarine…?
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Beast Boy was playing, but he wasn't really seeing. Perhaps this was why he was losing worse than usual, and in the second level! Somehow, though, this escaped Beast Boy's immediate attention and planted itself in the back of his mind. At the moment, he was too preoccupied. People thought he had no brain, that the hamster was running but the wheel wasn't spinning, that knocking against his skull created a hollow sound. They were, however, very wrong. And right then, the wheel was moving extraordinarily fast.
How was he to win them both? They were so different; there was no way one idea would work for them both. And he had been going through many different ideas. He thought of a love potion, of hiring a witch, of hexing Robin, of many different low ways to make them his. Not all of them were quite so medieval, but things had always worked back then, so why not now? People still did witchcraft. He had crossed these ideas out by saying that Raven was close enough to a witch herself, and would know if a spell was being cast upon her. Starfire was ditzy enough to fall for it, but Raven would warn her of what he was up to.
After many ideas that turned out much like these, Beast Boy consented that he was going to have to do things the old-fashioned way. He was going to have to work. Still not seeing the losing battle before him, his fingers moving subconsciously, Beast Boy thought about the two girls. Starfire was perky and easy to fool, which Beast Boy would certainly use to his advantage. Raven was dark and mysterious, unfortunately not as easily misled.
Starfire liked Robin. Should he, then, mimic his team leader? On the other hand, Starfire became intemperate when Robin secluded himself from her and refused to open to her. She seemed the type that liked flowers and walks on the beach. She wanted a guy to sweep her off her feet, and was only waiting for Robin to do so. The only people Beast Boy knew so apt at doing these things were French men. They could always make a woman fall to her knees in admiration.
Raven was a different story. She would not want a French man to sweep her off her feet. She would leap out of his arms and then push him out a window. A man like that wouldn't understand Raven at all, and that's what she wanted most. She wanted a guy who could look at her and see the beauty inside. He did that, though. He saw how amazing she was behind that tough outer shell. He was just too wild for her. She wanted someone restrained and quiet, like herself. She wanted someone to understand her, to respect her, and to be a little less enthusiastic than Beast Boy. She wanted someone darker and more mysterious, someone much more reserved than Beast Boy was.
Beast Boy finally realized just how badly he was losing this game. He blinked, and then pushed a few buttons in an effort to save himself from this embarrassing defeat, but nothing could save him anymore. Instead of watching the computer jump up and down in victory, Beast Boy reached out and turned off the machine. Besides, he had more important things to do. He had to go shopping.
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Cyborg had walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water some time ago. He had been rather tired from his incessant video game playing, and found himself rather thirsty. Upon his arrival, he saw Beast Boy at the game station, which was nothing surprising in itself. Unaware of anything out of the ordinary, Cyborg had proceeded to obtain a glass and fill it up with water from the sink. When this task was done he turned around to watch Beast Boy fight the computer as he consumed his glass of water. It was then that he noticed the most peculiar thing.
Beast Boy had always been able to defeat the boss on the second level as easily as he made tofu. It was easy to see, then, why Cyborg found himself surprised to note Beast Boy was getting his green butt kicked. Cyborg looked swallowed his drink and looked long and hard at Beast Boy. The changeling's eyes were glazed over, and though his fingers were pushing buttons at the speed of light, they were all the wrong moves for the situation. Beast Boy had played this game hundreds of times, and was even trying to perform moves he didn't learn until much later. What was on his mind?
All of a sudden, Beast Boy seemed to realize that he was losing, and after giving a half-hearted effort, turned off the game station. Cyborg immediately turned around and leaned against the counter, humming slightly to himself as he again drank from his glass. He heard Beast Boy stand and turn, and even thought he recognized the sounds of Beast Boy beginning a sentence, before everything was drowned out. A loud rumbling had begun, and Cyborg looked down to the floor, willing himself to see through it. That was the sound of an engine starting up. After a moment, the rumbling turned into a stream of high-pitched noises, and Cyborg recognized the T-sub starting up. He immediately left his glass of water on the counter and ran out of the room, racing down the stairs and flying toward his lab. Someone was stealing the T-sub! The flights of stairs seemed to twirl for eternity, and Cyborg knew he would never reach his lab in time to stop whoever was racing away with his sub.
The noise was still coming even when he reached his lab, to his surprise. His eardrums were about to burst from the unrestrained screeching, but he ran inside the room anyway and looked to where the T-sub should be. It was poised to shoot into the tunnel that led to the sea. Cyborg stared at the main seat, where he recognized a familiar figure. Robin gave him a thumbs up, pushed a button, and vanished into the tunnel.
Cyborg stood where he was, stunned. Robin could've at least pretended to be courteous and asked! And just where did he think he was going? It was like him to drive off on the R-cycle, but not in Cyborg's sub. Both Robin and Beast Boy seemed to be acting strange. Hopefully Starfire and Raven were behaving normally. If not, he would have to face the conclusion that they were having a lover's quarrel or Beast Boy had been right about hijacking robots.
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A/N:
I saw "Go" again today. I replayed the kiss like ten times. It made me happy inside. : ) I'd been making graphics all day and was really tired of that, so I decided so write instead. And so I have written.
I said I would always prewrite my stories. At the beginning of Ten Little Titans, this was most certainly the case. By the end of it, however, I had grown fond of the style and decided to do it forevermore. Who is to say, though, if at the end of this fic I never want to write when it comes to me again? This fic, however, is NOT prewritten. Yes, kill me. I lied. My opinion changed, however, and I decided to go for it. So here we are. I will try to update as quickly as possible, however.
Thankx for reading, and do review, won't you?
Riles