I DON'T OWN THE TEEN TITANS.
I DO OWN THE PLOT OF THIS STORY.
(NOTE: THIS IS DEDICATED TO (for some strange reason) RYAN. WHY…I DON'T KNOW.)
CRIME DOESN'T PAY.
As Robin walked around the tower, he noticed that the windows were a bit filthy. He would have to get someone to clean them. Thankfully Robin knew the number for window cleaners who specialized in cleaning windows as big as the ones that Titans had. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. It was Raven who answered the door and was shocked to see Slade standing there with a bucket of soapy water, a sponge, a wiper, a cloth, and a special pulley system so that he could wash the windows from the outside.
"Good afternoon Miss. I'm here about your windows."
Even with her ability to hide her emotions she still found it hard not to crack a smile.
"Yeah…they're up stairs…um…no offense, but you know this is basically rock bottom for you."
"How the mighty have fallen. I know this has got to be amusing but I'm just here to do my job. I wash your windows, you pay me, I leave, and then we'll all be happy okay." Slade said realizing that Raven was right. This is pitiful.
And as the day dragged on it didn't get any easier. The occasionally snigger and giggle of the Titans, mainly Beast Boy and Cyborg, as they passed by Slade while he was washing, put him off. And at one part of the day he was totally embarrassed. He was hanging from a pulley, washing the windows accordingly, when he noticed that they were fogged up with steam. So he cleaned away at them only to find a naked Starfire coming out of the shower. He must be at the bathroom windows. Starfire let out a scream that caused Slade to fall off the pulley.
Eventually, in the late afternoon, Slade had finished washing the windows. He was in the kitchen waiting for Robin to retrieve his payment. Slade hadn't eaten all day and was so hungry. It was then that he caught the scent of something delicious. On a tray, fresh from the oven, were in rows of eight by four, thirty-two mouth watering chocolate cookies. Slade looked around to see if anyone was there. No one was in sight. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. But he was too hungry to listen to his instincts. He needed something. And in no time all the cookies were gobbled down. Just then, Slade felt a bit queer. He felt like he had just eaten some spoilt food. He wasted no time in rushing out of the tower.
As soon as he left, Cyborg and Beast Boy, who were hiding behind the kitchen counter, busted out laughing.
"And you asked when are we ever going to need chocolate laxative." Beast Boy said, trying not to slip his sides laughing.
BACK IN SLADE'S LAIR…
Slade had a rough week. The only thing he could buy with the money he made was a bottle of beer, a bag of chips, and a lottery ticket. As soon as he got back to his lair, he turned on the television and watched the lottery.
"And those numbers once again for the jackpot of over ten million dollars were…" The announcer said. "18, 4, 23, 24, 12, 6, 9."
Slade glanced down. He couldn't believe his luck.
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