Discalimer: I sure as hell don't own The Teen Titans.


A day had passed, and Slade had yet to get away. Sometime durring the night Slade was moved into a cage. It had thick steel bars on each side. An electrical current flowing through them. Anytime Slade would try to damage the cage in any way, he would damage himself in the process. He noticed that his utility belt was gone. This made things even worse. Looking over himself carefully he realized that his armor was missing too. This was ignoble!

He sat cross legged and waited. His stomach growled. He hadn't eaten a decent meal the past few days. He didn't get the chance before contacting the Titans, because he was too busy with his plans. Yesterday he hadn't seen any food either. He guessed they would leave him in there until he finally starved to death. Nobody would know, or suspect. Even if somebody did find out that they had left him in there without giving him anything to eat, who would complain? He had tried to take over the city too many times already. The deal with Trigon only made him look worse. Then again, reflecting on the food they'd give him. He most likely wouldn't even dare touch the stuff with a stick.

Slade cracked his knuckles, stretching lis legs as far out as he could. The damn thing they put him in was too small for his liking. He felt his muscles cramp. He wondered if they had attempted to remove his mask. Luckily, he knew he still had it on. The door slid open. Someone had come to check on him. A neon green light was seen in the distance. A female was coming toward him. It was Starfire. She found the light and switched it on. As she got closer, Slade saw a big bowl full of orange sludge. In the midst were brown lumps. Purple powder, and yellow swirls. Topped off with a mountain of salt. Random egg shells, bits and pieces of jalapeno peppers. Plus, slabs of furry blue things. Starfire stopped right in front of him. In her hands were a bunch of crayons, Barney colouring books and a novel of Tamaranean literature.

"Greetings evil villain. I have come to entertain you and allow you a taste of my earthly food." Starfire chirped and layed the bowl at Slade's feet. He snorted at the comment and crossed his arms without a word or glance her way.

Starfire stuck her hand in the goo, passed her hand through the bars and slapped the gunk on Slade's mask. Slade's eye twiched as he looked at her menacingly. He felt the odd stuff and threw it out on the floor.

"I see that you are not hungry at the moment. Very well, you may eat my delicasy later perhaps." Starfire put the bowl down near the cage.

"I don't think I'll ever be hungry enough to eat that awful mixture." Slade replied coldly. Starfire frowned slightly, but brightened up an instant later.

"If you do not want to eat my food, then you would surely wish to colour these wonderful images of the joyous earth dinosaur named Barney?" Starfire asked him holding up the many pictures of the purple beast.

"No. I would never even consider colouring those putrid pictures of Barney. That is for imbeciles such as yourself." Slade hissed and turned away from her again.

"What does this 'in-bet-seals' mean?" Starfire asked confused.

"Troq." Slade muttered under his breath.

Starfire didn't hear him. She shrugged and proceeded to colour the sketches herself. About a half an hour later, she had managed to draw two pictures entirely in blue. One with a combination of yellow and purple. Three in bright green and four in pink and red. They were radiant and caused Slade's eye as well as head to hurt immensely. Starfire taped them around the room for Slade to 'enjoy'. She hadn't yet realized that the room was incredibly dark, and that with the lights closed, he wouldn't be able to see them. Slade shook his head and slumped over tiredly. Now Starfire sat down on a box near by and opened up her enormous book of Tamaranean literature. With a long breath she began reading verse after verse at an excruciating SLOW pace.

"Glorka fromborg. Klegind'r potoriork glendshidurck olongorbend't..." Starfire read with precision. Every syllable reflecting the foreign words on the old pages precisely. She read about a whole chapter.

"Oh dear lord... was I so vile to deserve this." Slade asked looking up into the heavens. His responce was Starfire missing a word and starting all over again.

"I'll take that as a yes." Slade grumbled gloomily.


A/N: Just review if you can, thx!