Jimmy The Gothic Egg – Tainted? Nah! Eh, it's not so much a stab in the dark, now, anyway. :P
Robyn J. – Dude(ette), you're the awesomest! I think you'd love Germany; it's such a great place! If you ever find out about exchange programs, it'd really be worth it to try to go to Europe. Thanks for the help on Season 4. I'll figure it out. I have my sources. And, ehehe .''', I wrote the poem. You like it? When you said you did, I was really thrilled! I thought I could have done better. You toast my muffins! Razz!
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Shadow, Nightmare, and (sometimes) Devastation – Song? AWESOME. Humor? BRILLIANT. Insanity? LUFFED! If I may, can I borrow the song for a later chapter? Pwease? As for your question about guess-what-sex-we-are, I was so tempted to say you were some crazy person with multiple personalities, but…uh…I'm gonna guess girls. (flinches) Don't hate! I'm the hater! You're funnier than me… (weeps) Pah, beer is goooooooooood. But: ANYONE WHO HATES MY STORY BURNS IN A SPECIAL HELL DESIGNED BY ME. DARE TO CHALLENGE THE MACABRE MAIDEN? MUA? MUA?
Half-Gothic Chick – How dare me! I should punish me. Here's another one, on the house! Not much of a cliffie…I think…
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Ch. 11: When Demons Wear Wings
Words.
Words hurt us.
Words stab us.
Words run us into the ground and drag us.
They bleed me dry.
They make you fall.
T'would be a much better world if there were no words said at all.
Vesper's form jerked and shook as she climbed up to the manor, her dress and coattails whipping and tugging her. Spots of blood rolled down her legs and her dress was torn and tattered from where the thorns slashed it through. She wanted to cry; she wanted to break down and sob till her insides mirrored the cold chill of the winter air. Never had she felt so stupid, so used! Never had she felt so deceived.
Well, actually, once before she had felt this pain. The face came back, though ten years faded, staring right into her ill-starred soul. Malchior…
Immediately she shook the face and name away, determined again to reach the building before something else unwanted and – in her opinion – undeserved happened. The dragon-man had been a mistake. And everyone learns from their mistakes. At least, that was what she dearly hoped to be true.
Finally the sounds of laughter, holiday cheer, and expressive, chimerical music tingled in her ears, indicating the arrival of yet another crisis. She knew she couldn't enter. No one could see her like she was.
Despondent and at her wits end, she leaned against the wall and slid down till her butt was on the ground. She didn't care if the weather was harsh and dismal; it wasn't half as downcast outside as it was beneath her ribcage and in her heart. It hurt just to think about it, and that was all she could do. Vesper was in denial, and ironically, there was no denying it.
'It can't be; it can't be…' she kept repeating in her head as she laid her cheek on her knees. 'Why didn't I figure it out sooner?'
'You didn't want to believe in anything less than perfect, duh…' another voice whispered in her mind and it startled her. After the fall of her father, her emotions had escaped her mirror and reentered her body, becoming one again within her. But that didn't mean that any of them had changed. This voice was…new. Not hers. She raised her head off of her knees and blinked rapidly.
"What the –?" she sighed. "I must be going insane. It's only to be expected, I guess. I mean," her tone grew ticked, "only insane people talk to themselves!" Then she sighed again, returning her face to her knees. "Like me…" The voice did not respond.
Silent tears rolled out of her eyes and stained her dress. Her body ached from weariness and wounds. She shook from crying and from cold. Vesper had never felt so low in her whole life. James had lied. Not only that, he worked for Slade. She was sure of it. Obviously, she wasn't entirely sure why he had insinuated that there was some kind of connection between her and his long-lost sister. If she found out why, she would be sure that Slade had planted something in the Brit's head, deceiving him as he had done many times before.
Great, now she sounded like Dick, a real class act detective and obsessive-compulsive weirdo.
Yet it didn't matter anymore. If it wasn't so freezing, wasn't so lonely, wasn't so fouled up, she'd get right on the case, calling her friends and warning them of the horrors that awaited them. She knew that the moment she said 'Slade', the team would be reawakened and many calamities could follow. What if Bee decided to team up and her babies were injured or killed? What if Kori's and Dick's little Roland was taken? What about Gar?
No. They couldn't know. She couldn't do that to them, not after all she'd put them through. She'd fought Slade before. For the longest time she believed he was dead. Sadly, it was too much to hope for the impossible. Slade would live, no matter what. It was an unfathomable mystery to her and all who came across him, but Slade was always there and always watching. It was just this time, instead of causing a gigantic uprising against her, he was aiming at her personally, though she didn't know his angle.
This girl, this lost soul, she was connected to her somehow. But how? How?
Looking up at the black and grey sky, she winced as snow fell on her cheeks and eyelashes. How beautiful it all could have been, had she been normal. She could have enjoyed this night. She could have enjoyed her life. Alas, fate would not allow it.
Now she just had to wait until she had the strength to go to the car. Gar was probably furious with her and off fuming at the buffet, or something. He wouldn't be too concerned with her welfare. Vesper knew she deserved it. She had been so stupid, asking him for help against her most stubborn judgment, and he had agreed! It seemed Gar was really, truly going to take care of her, and for the first time in a long time, it had felt safe and warm, no matter the weather. Vesper slammed her hand against her knee.
And she had gotten angry at him! If she hadn't run away like a…a witch, maybe she'd still be inside. Maybe they would have made up. Maybe he would have offered to dance with her and held her closely. Maybe…
Her cheeks turned red, even redder than the weather could tinge. For a little moment she let herself wonder what his lips would feel like against her own, bodies following as they, too, wrapped closely and fitting perfectly, dancing on a holiday dream-weaver's ballroom floor.
As though some sweet angel above heard her thoughts, a woman's voice filtered into the nigh air, singing an original, modern day winter tune.
Look across the wintry fields
Hear the jaunty bell
Count the many wishes within
That I will never tell
Dearest is the emerald pine
I yearn to lie in bed, and
Watch it as I dream of you
And fairies in my head
Tell me I am your only love
Be with me this merry eve
Thank God I found my only love
For now, I shall believe
I shall believe
Vesper never believed in God or angels. She was agnostic to a fault. But tonight, of all nights, she found herself convinced that it was better late than never. Keeping her eyes fixed on the clouds, she thought over what she would say, then spoke from where she knew best. Her heart.
"Dear God…"
I won't forget the tender kiss
Placed upon my cheek
"I'm sorry I've never done this before. I guess I never really wanted to, until now…"
I'll think of you as I count moments
Sinking into sleep
"But I'm so afraid. I'm alone. Again. And I just want to know, I just have to know…"
Tell me I am your only love
Be with me this merry eve
"…will I always be alone? Will I always be by myself? I don't want to be alone…"
Thank God I found my only love
For now, I shall believe
I shall believe
"Please, I promise, I'll never doubt again. I promise. I promise! Just take the loneliness away…"
If you aren't here in my arms
You'll be flying in my dreams
It doesn't matter how, I know
You'll be with me on this eve
"I don't want them to be hurt. I love them all. They're my family. I have to do this by myself. But I need someone…"
Tell me I am your only love
Be with me this merry eve
"I need to know that when it's all over…
Thank God I found my only love
For now, I shall believe
I shall believe
"If I make it through okay…"
I shall believe
"There will be someone watching out for me..." she blinked back a tear. "Thank you. Amen."
I shall believe
When the song ended, silence fell over her like a heavy and judgmental blanket of iron. Her heart fell as nothing happened. Nothing. Well, what did she expect? God didn't help half-demon whelps. Damn, she had gotten her hopes up for bull. Had she assumed some sort of beacon of light would flash in her eyes and some little, old guy named Clarence would poof in and say hi?
Actually, yes.
Letting out another throaty noise, this one more of a moan than a sigh, she murmured to herself, "I guess miracles have limits, too."
"Vesper!"
A voice called softly and urgently for her. Vesper raised her head and stood up quickly. The train of her dress stuck to the ground momentarily and her legs thrummed in pain, but she didn't fuss.
"Vesper!"
"Hello?" she responded back, her optimism rising to its acme. Someone was looking for her. Her! Perhaps God had heard her after all.
"Vesper?"
The figure rounded the corner, and as he did, she broke into a grin. "Gar!" Despite appearances and assumptions, Vesper had the ability to run, to smile, and to hug all at once! It wasn't that she ever couldn't do it without hazardous repercussions; she just didn't really feel like it before. She was a female. It was called a mood.
Yet it still shocked him as she embraced him tightly. "Gar, you came for me."
Slowly, hesitantly, as though he was going to hug a bomb, he wrapped his arms around her. "Well, yeah, of course I came for you. Why wouldn't I?"
Pulling back and letting go, she gazed at him, surprised. "But I got mad at you."
"So?" he shrugged. "It's kinda commonplace by now, don't you think?"
Her shoulders slumped. "You know what? It shouldn't be commonplace. I shouldn't judge your actions and your words so quickly."
It was his turn to be surprised. "Hey, there's no need to apologize! You're worrying me a little." Smiling softly, he took her hand, making her jump. "You want me to take you home? You don't look well at all."
She nodded. "Okay." She ran her free fingers across her neck, skimming the dry scabs. As she did, her jacket parted a bit and Gar could see the marking on her neck and upper chest.
"Vesper?"
"Yes?"
"What's that on your skin?"
Freezing, she stood in momentary fear, then jerked her hands back. "Nothing!"
"Vesper…" he warned, obviously concerned. "What is that?"
"Nothing!" she hissed. "It's nothing at all!"
"Vesper…" his tone darkened.
"No!"
"Raven!" At the exclaiming of her real name, he grabbed her arm wildly, squeezing it as he kept her from running off again. He had intended no harm upon her, but when he saw her wince in pain, he released her with wide eyes. "Let me see."
Vesper shook her head frantically. "It's nothing, Gar! I had an accident in the greenhouse, but it was just an accident!" If they had been teens when this argument had happened, she would have mentally thrown him off the roof. But that was the adolescent form of 'problem solving'. She had to be an adult about this.
"Let me see, Raven!" he insisted. This time he would not take no as an answer. Grabbing her coat just as she tried to duck away, he pulled her back to him and undid the top buttons. She tried to push against his arms but they wouldn't budge. Then he forcefully pulled the coat down, revealing her pallid shoulders and slender neck, all ridden with scabs and cuts. He stifled a gasp as his eyes searched her skin.
"Raven…"
She looked away and stared at a spot in the trees behind her. "I told you, I fell in the greenhouse."
"But those –"
"I got them when I fell. I was ashamed, so I didn't go back inside."
He frowned, still not letting go. "And James?"
"What about him?" she snapped. "I haven't seen him since we entered."
"Are you…are you lying to me?"
She rolled her eyes. "You think I'd tell you if I was?"
Despite it all, Gar's lip raised slightly in a small smile. "No, you wouldn't. Now, c'mon." He pulled the coat back up and fastened the buttons himself as she stood there patiently and forgivingly. "I'm going to take you home and help you take care of those scratches."
Vesper shrugged his hands away. "You know you don't have to."
"You're right." He agreed. "I don't have to. But I want to. So –" he held out his hand to her "– let's get going."
He held her gaze for a moment. It was obvious that an inner struggle warred within her. Take his hand, don't take his hand. Be a loner, thank God.
She decided to thank God. Her hand wrapped around his and he closed his palm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's go."
Stepping around the side of the mansion, the parking lot came into view. Since they had parked far in the back, it would take a fairly long walk. Gar used this to his advantage.
"Are you okay?"
She looked at him without turning her head. "What do you mean?"
"I dunno, you're just behaving weird lately. Jumping off buildings, falling in greenhouses, randomly throwing around emotions –"
He heard her growl. "If there's anything to be thrown around, it'd be your corpse."
"Hey!" he paused in step, glaring at the back of her head as she walked on. "That wasn't very nice! I'm just trying to be considerate!" When she made no indication of responding, he huffed. "Women!"
Then a sound that struck sheer terror in him pierced the wintry air.
"Gaaaaaaaar! Yooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooo!"
The pair of young adults froze in their tracks. Gar's eyes went wide and Vesper's back went rigid.
"Is…that…Loraine?"
"Ehehehehe, maybe?" Gar rubbed his arm, grinning innocently. He then ran forward and grabbed the arm of the girl who was fuming and dragged her. "C'mon, c'mon, before she finds me!"
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaar!" Two-second pause. "Oh, there you are! Stay there, you silly boy!" Loraine's figure appeared between two cars several meters back. She was draped in a heavy fur coat with spots. Oh no! Gar's insides shrieked, I'm being hunted by Cruella DeVil!
He skidded to a halt, jerking poor Vesper to a stop, too. It took everything in his power to keep from staring at her grim and pissed expression. He figured the silent treatment was her most efficient and deadly weapon. And he was right.
"Loraine!" he grinned, turning to face the blonde woman. "Why, you found me! You must be the best hide-and-seek player I ever did meet!"
"Really?" the woman's eyes went wide. "I must be! I didn't even know we were playing! Lookie, don't I look smashing? I talked to Mr. Ethridge and WOW! I didn't know bout them British coloq- colloquia- cu….sayings!"
"You mean colloquialisms?" Vesper raised an eyebrow. "Yes, terribly smashing."
The pair could see drink poured down the woman's dress and her eyes were bloodshot. Apparently she had gone back to boozing after she chatted with 'God'.
"Yeah…" Gar bit his lip. "Well, it was really great to see you, Loraine." He reached out and shook her hands fervently. This caused her head and arm to bob loosely. "But I gotta scoot!"
"No, you can't!" Loraine gripped his hands. "You have to come in! Dance with me! Get away from this trollop! Colloquialisms!" She hiccupped. As she gripped his fingers, he could feel the ring slipping.
"Please, Loraine, let go of my hand!" he cried, trying to pull away. Vesper frowned, eyes dodging back and forth between his expression and his hand until she realized what was going on. Reaching out, she, too, tried to pry the female doctor off.
"Let go, Loraine." She wasn't going to use her powers on the drunk. "Get off of him!"
"I want your boyfriend!" Loraine screeched and wailed. "You aren't good enough for him! Gimme!"
"Loraine!" The ring slid off. Vesper had finally pulled Loraine away, but at the expense of his holographic generator. He saw his hand change to green and knew the rest of his body had changed too. Loraine looked from the ring in her hand to the man who stood before her. Gazing at him, she screamed. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE PURPLE!"
Vesper snapped. She snared the ring from the doctor's open palm and tossed it back to Garfield, who stood there dumbly. He caught it, but he didn't look the women in the eye.
Irritated, Vesper pushed the shocked doctor back.
"You're drunk, and it's dark, Loraine. Go inside."
"B-b-b-b-b-but –"
"I said GO!" To her fear, she heard glass shattering in the distance and a woman screaming. It had gone too far again.
Loraine stared at Vesper for a long moment before she snuck back into the gloom. "You're creepy, Vesper. You know that? Just creepy."
Vesper only stood there.
Recovering slowly, Gar slipped the ring on his finger and felt himself become 'normal' again. He looked up at Vesper, whose back was facing him. She hadn't moved since Loraine left.
"I-I'm sorry, Raven." He looked at the ground. "You aren't creepy. She had no right to say that."
Folding her arms, she turned around and walked past him. "Doesn't matter. You okay?"
"Yeah." He followed her.
The car ride was quiet. There was no music, no talking, no sideways glances. They had both been stabbed in the span of moments. They needed time to heal. He focused on driving and her at the same time, but this time the melancholic thoughts somehow helped him pay attention better. He didn't veer. She didn't snap. They were a pair of manikins – test dummies – waiting for that brick wall to pop up. Her shoulders were tense and her body ached. His ears were red and his fingers were very numb.
Finally her apartment complex was seen and he turned into the parking lot.
"I'm gonna walk you up, okay?" he insisted, not really asking.
"Fine." She shrugged. Vesper led him up to the front, grabbing her keys from her purse and reaching the elevator. When it ding-ed and the doors slid open, she watched in relief as that Bernie man and his coworker stepped out.
"Hey, it works!" Bernie grinned. "Told ye it would!"
The other guy grumbled. "Next time you wanna test it, you can do it yourself."
"Does this mean we can use it?" Vesper asked as she stepped aside to let them pass.
"Oh, yeah!" Bernie grinned. "Hey, that your date? How'd you get down them stairs?"
"She's got her ways." Gar smiled grimly as they boarded the elevator and the doors closed.
They reached the room and she unlocked it. Standing there for almost a minute, she turned around to face him. He, on the other hand, was examining her home. It wasn't exactly the symbol of comfort and warmth, but it wasn't bone-chilling either. It was somehow just right for her.
"You don't have to help me, Gar." She murmured, placing her purse on the ground and hesitantly sliding off her coat. "I could just heal them tonight while I'm sleeping."
"You mean that trance-like bobbing thing you do?" he asked, eyes skimming her skin, watching the marks with irreverent awe. He hated how she looked scarred. It made vile thoughts come to him. If that which caused her pain was human, it would be killed instantaneously. No one was to ever hurt her. Never.
Noting his glowering stare, she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, redirecting his gaze to her eyes. "Yes, the trance-like bobbing thing." Giving a sideways smile, she let go of his cheek. His skin where she had touched both burned and felt chilled.
"Well, that's not smart."
Frowning, she put her hands on her hips gruffly – then immediately took them off. Her body hurt a bit. "Why not? What's wrong with just healing myself?"
"Because if plants caused this, you could get infected, especially if they use pesticides and such on them." He gazed around the room. "Where's your bathroom? Do you have any hydrogen peroxide?"
Surprised, for the perils of infection hadn't even crossed her mind, she nodded numbly and said nothing.
"Okay…" Garfield raised an eyebrow. "You answered only one of two questions. Hello? Bathroom?"
"Okay, okay!" she waved her hands fretfully. "Keep your stockings on, I'll get it."
Moments later she thrust the bottle of peroxide and a bunch of cotton balls in his hands. Then she led him to the couch. Tentatively, he sat down behind her as they turned to sit sideways on the furniture. Even more cautiously, he brushed her hair away, sweeping it over her bare, smooth shoulder. With the moon's light breaking through the clouds a bit, it shined down on her skin, giving it a radiantly silver glow. The only thing marring this perfect image was the scabs. Gar dipped the bottle over the ball, soaking it, then applied the puff to her back, rubbing along the skin.
Vesper let go of a hiss as the medicine stung her wounds. Gar retracted his hand a bit.
"Sorry," he murmured.
"It's okay. Just a little sting."
Nodding, he continued. His fingers traced her spine, marveling at her softness. For a moment he was compelled to lean in and kiss the markings, touching her with his lips and not his hands, but again he pulled back. No, he couldn't think like that. This was Vesper! Raven! His best friend and greatest annoyance. He couldn't – shouldn't! – most definitely wouldn't even dream of such possibilities. Even if he wanted to – which he tried to convince himself he did not – she would kill him. Yet…
…she, too, yearned for a bit more than a cotton ball for comfort. Feeling his fingers briefly, she fought the urge to lean back into his hand, and eventually, his lap. How wonderful it would be, to have someone love her. But she was silent as the grave.
The moment the sun returned to hiding, Gar stopped rubbing the peroxide across her arms, back, and neck. He waited for her to turn around. "Do you…want to do your chest? I won't impose."
"O-oh!" she felt a bit of blush splash her cheeks. Quickly she took the stuff from him and rubbed her neck and collarbone. As she did so, she caught him staring.
"Where else does it hurt?" he asked.
"It's all over my legs, mostly. My midsection is okay."
"Can I – may I see?" he leaned over, already grabbing the train of the gown.
"Hey!" she cried, pushing away his hand. Honestly, she didn't want him to see the stir it caused as the blush burst back five-fold. He retreated slightly, but she smiled wryly. "Kindness duly noted, but your chivalry is overstepping my limits."
A silly grin split his crimson cheeks. "Sorry, sorry! Just got excited, I guess!" Inside he was rather despondent. Well, so much for taking chances, even if he hadn't consciously reached for her dress. It was sort of an instinct to take care of her. But it was more a desire, he realized afterward, to see more of her. It shouldn't have been such a big deal. It wasn't like he hadn't seen plenty of her shapely legs back when they were younger.
The difference? He never attempted to grope her – no matter the reason – in the past. This was, as she said, taking things too far.
Besides, she didn't want him to help her. She probably didn't feel like he did. Perhaps it was as he had been beginning to fear: a lost cause.
Meanwhile, Gar's comment had elicited wide eyes from the mysterious girl. He was excited? Did this – was he – could she –?
'C'mon, you dolt, do it!' that same strange voice in her head urged. For some reason she knew she had heard it before, but she didn't stop to think. Her fingers snagged the end of her dress as she followed her shady orders. "Don't worry." She lifted the skirts to her knees. "Just let me get the gown next time, okay?" When she caught him staring, again, but at her legs and not her face, she placed her hand on his knee. "Okay?"
Jumping slightly, Gar blinked back to reality. Damn animalism… What a time to start thinking lustful thoughts! Here she was, injured, and he was ogling her pale, curved skin…
"You can close your mouth now."
Gar shut it immediately. "S-sorry." He grabbed the cotton balls and wetted two of them. "Do you, uh, mind if I –?"
"No, no, go on." She responded, hoping she didn't sound too needy.
And he proceeded to clean and cleanse her wounds, so that when the bed came and the healing began, infection wouldn't seep inside her and make her ill. It would tear him up, he knew, if he learned that he could have kept her safe, even from the little things, and yet would not have been able to do so. Such a beautiful doll, such a precious woman she was becoming to him. When his fingers finally stopped, resting lightly on her thigh, he looked at her.
"I think you'll be okay now." He hoped his voice didn't sound strained or squeaky.
Vesper just stared for a moment before smiling. "Thank you, Beast Boy."
"Oh, no prob – whoa!" He clasped his chest. "Did you call me 'Beast Boy'? Isn't that title kinda reserved for special occasions and code-breaking passwords …or…or… something?"
"Well," she said softly. "I found this to be special enough." And she leaned in, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She found his skin warm and soft and he was surprised to feel such soft, sweet lips kissing him, half expecting them to be cool and tight. When she pulled back, she held his hand in hers as he rather struggled to float back down from his new and favorite place: Cloud 9. "Gar?"
"Yeah?" – this being in a dazed and distant voice.
"New Years is in a few days and we'll all be going to a bar to celebrate. A friend of Dick's owns the bar. You want to –" her eyes glowed suddenly, without the help of the moon "– be my date?"
Gar thought he had died and gone to heaven. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Hell yeah!"
Vesper chuckled. His enthusiasm was stirring hope inside of her. She could never remember him ever wanting to be in the same room with her so much in her life. Tonight didn't count. "Okay, then, great."
"You want me to pick you up?"
She nodded. "Sure. Eight?"
"Eight sounds good!" he beamed. "I'll get you from here? From the elevator on the bottom level?"
Vesper rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I won't jump next time."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
Gar leapt up and almost skipped to the front door. He hadn't felt this good in a long time. It was no surprise that she was the reason why. At the door, her spun around and waited for her to approach.
"Where will you be tomorrow?" he asked, suddenly concern shining through.
"Work. Why?"
"What about –?"
"James? Don't worry about it. And Loraine? She'll have forgotten." Taking his hand, she looked him straight in the eye. "I promise that, too."
Grinning, Gar brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "I don't doubt it. Goodnight, Raven."
Insides flying high over the clouds, she murmured: "Sleep well, Beast Boy."
The pillows on the couch ripped at the seams and exploded, covering the room in homemade snow. But tonight she didn't mind.
Okay, hi! No more caps lock here…but that was fun, I gotta admit! Long chapter, I dun good…
Umm, about the religion, I'm not a religious person. My family has quite a few atheists and agnostics in it. I go to church only sometimes, and for my best friend's sake. I'd go to the ends of the earth for that girl (Elfie! Dat's you!) The use of God in this story is for the holiday theme and because I still believe in Him. The song I wrote – which sucked monkey poo and was lame and sappy – was written whilst listening to a good dose of Loreena McKennitt (Celtic singer! Amazing music! Check her out!)
Next chapter will have a new charrie. She is dear to my heart, so welcome her kindly. Also, the rest of the team will be featured. I haven't forgotten about them!
And I'm soooo sorry to everyone out there for being so slow when it comes to updating. My schedule is packed like a city pool on a hot, July day. I really take a lot of care to make this story the best it can be, so I won't throw chapters out there all willy-nilly. Quality is important to me.
Lists! (Think I'd forget? You thought wrong!)
A Day in the Life of the Teen Titans' biggest fan(s):
(If you are a fan of) Cyborg:
To be just like Cyborg, you'd give up anything…(Look down. At your lap. Good boy.)
The extent of your ghetto talk ends at 'booya'
You have five computers, and on each one is a screensaver picture of your favorite cybernetic half-breed
No matter how many running electronics you put together, nothing will send you anywhere in time
You call your best friends 'grass stain' and 'greasy-haired little punk' with hidden, plutonic affection for them
At five-foot-two, you quote-unquote 'tower' above the rest
(If you are a fan of) Beast Boy:
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE! ('nuf said)
You've trained your ears to sag when you're sad and perk up when you're happy
You went into your backyard after it rained and made a little statue of a girl out of mud. You claim she used to be alive
You've named your family members after the Doom Patrol and you don't talk to your dad cuz you just feuded over 'following orders'
Lucky pennies get the girl (or so you've been told) ((PS: I've not seen the end; I'm snagging rumors)
When faced with a bully, you threaten to go Beast on them, and it's no joke
(If you are a fan of) Robin:
Can anybody say obsessive-compulsive-possessive-aggressive?
You swear someone is around, impersonating you
You yearn – out of habit – for that one girl who is totally and exhaustingly clueless in your class (she's so cute, though!)
When asked, yes, you have a secret past that's sooo secret that it makes you cry, but you're a man (don't have to tell them that it's your pet bunny who perished and not your parents, now, do you?) and you hold it in
They're still impersonating you…
You tell everyone you're a black belt and that running away is actually a really helpful technique
QUIT IMPERSONATING ME!
(If you are a fan of) Starfire:
Nobody tries your cooking, not even if they're paid
Your collection of skirts is not school appropriate
Carrying around green bouncy-balls labeled 'starbolts' does not make you sweet and innocent
Please, why are you fanning me? To be the fan of someone is good, yes?
You're extremely passive-aggressive (meaning: I'm the sweetest little lady in the whoooole entire world – now DIE!)
In live-action role-playing games of Avalon, there was never a character from another world…until now
(If you are a fan of) Raven:
Get this frigging list out of my face NOW
Hot Topic just isn't depressed enough…
You get reeeeally angry at people, then blame them for the hurt because you've been 'misunderstood'
Your dad's almost literally one helluva guy (coughcoughSatancoughcough)
You sew hoods on your closets of trench coats
Books are sexay, mehehehehe…
Yeah, well…Isaac Out!