Round Five

Time

She stared at the dark, snowy city with disbelieving eyes. There was no way. It couldn't be. The Titans wouldn't let it come to this. They wouldn't leave their city to rot.

But the abandoned tower was unmistakable.

"This is what became of us," said the gruff figure beside her. "…Twenty years…"

"No…" Terra whispered. "This isn't right…"

"The Titans weren't the same without you, Terra. We fell apart…"

"Beast Boy…it can't be…"

The figure smirked sadly. "I haven't gone by that name in a long time."

He turned to her, golden mask shining on his scarred face. "Call me…Changeling."

Rose

She dropped her school bag by the door and collapsds on the couch with a sigh. As if her day hadn't been strenuous enough…that green kid just would not leave her alone. Who did he think he was? All that talk about Titans and Slade and apprentices…what a load.

She sat up to grab the TV remote, but froze halfway. There on the table, in a tiny vase, stood a single white rose. A note hung around the stem, written in elegant handwriting:

We'll be in touch…apprentice.

And somehow…

Deep down…

She knows. It's him.

The man in her nightmares…

Music

Ding!

"…Why does elevator music always suck?"

Robin frowns. "Excuse me?"

Terra shrugs. "People always joke about it…you'd think someone would eventually get the hint and put on a decent CD for once. Madonna, maybe. Tom Petty. Hell, I'd take Michael Jackson over this crap."

Robin's eyes narrow. "I think elevator music is the least of your worries right now."

"Hey, just trying to pass the time."

"Don't."

Terra rolls her eyes.

Ding! The doors slide open.

Robin urges her forward. "Let's go."

Terra steps forward into the courtroom, stumbling only once over her chains that rattle as she walks.

Movie

"…and THAT is why Spaceballs is the greatest movie ever!"

Terra can only raise an eyebrow. "I don't think so."

"Well it's better than your pick!"

"But it IS my turn to pick tonight. And I pick Ocean's Eleven."

Beast Boy makes a farting noise with his mouth. "George Clooney is a hack."

"George Clooney is hot!"

"That doesn't make him a good actor. Besides…" he slides up beside her, grinning. "He's not hotter than me, right?"

Terra smiles at him. "No, of course not."

His grin grows.

Her smile turns wicked. "Now Brad Pitt, on the other hand…"

"HEY!"

(Choice #4) Somebody (Special thanks to Lord Belgarion)

"The Nobody Club, huh?"

The guitarist nods and tips his cowboy hat to her. "Yes'm. No names, no backgrounds, no nothin'…just a place for us nobodies to feel welcome."

Terra smiles from her seat beside him in the sand. "It sounds wonderful."

He strums his guitar briefly, tuning it. "We got a few regulars…myself included. Most folk don't stick around too long, though."

Terra looks curiously at him. "Why not?"

The cowboy gazes silently out at the midnight sea, the crackling firelight sending haunting shadows across his face.

"…Because…sooner or later….you have to stop being a Nobody…to be a Somebody."