A/N: Here is chapter deux. .
Robin slept badly in his bed. He thought a lot. But that's nothing new, eh?
-xXx
Slade stayed awake in his bed. He thought a lot. But that's nothing new, eh?
'Make her respect your authority; make her plea for her life. Don't take off that power restraining mask. Let her suffer,' his conscience suggested.
"Who's that?"
'Your conscience.'
"My what?"
'Con…science. ARE YOU DEAF! In fact, you don't even have to be
deaf in order to hear me!'
"With science?"
-.- 'Of course…I am a professor of Stoichiometry.'
"What the bleeping hell?"
'My point exactly.'
"What the bleeping hell?" Slade restated.
'Oh shut up you little faggot.'
"I am not gay!"
'I never said that,' his conscience pompously rebutted.
"mmHmm."
'Anyways….'
"Yes, I KNOW! I will make her see the man behind the mask!" Slade gleefully shouted.
'NO! Oh…wait. That wasn't my line. Wait. I think we just screwed up this entire fricken scene.'
"You finally figured that one out?"
'And I'm the stupid one?'
"YEAH. YOU ARE."
-xXx
Raven slept badly in her bed. She thought a lot. But that's nothing new, eh?
"Breakfast!" Slade squealed.
"WAH!" Raven was startled by the unwelcome intruder and threw her teddy bear at his face.
"Hey!"
"Go away before I rip your body in half with my black magic," Raven threatened in monotone.
"I can't diii…."
"What?" Slade slapped a hand over his mouth. "What did you say?"
"Nothing, my dear. Just a…a nothing. . "
"Go away," Raven groaned.
"No. Breakfast equals now."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why! The script says so, that's why!" Slade roared.
"Well, tell the screenwriter to add in an extra hour of sleep."
-.-
-xXx
Robin punched his fist into the punching bag, and screamed like the little weakling he was.
"Gah! Why is this…bag…so heavy!"
"Because you are strong!" Starfire triumphantly sang.
"Go away. I can't look at you, without looking…there." Starfire's expression saddened.
"I am sorry good friend, but it is the way of Tamaran."
"Yeah, yeah. That's what they all said. Anyways, I wonder where Raven and Slade are?" Robin asked.
"Is that them…over there?"
"Where?"
"On that set," Starfire said, pointing to the farthest set in the studio.
"Woah…what are they—"
"Oh the joys o—" Robin slapped a hand over Starfire's mouth, so the words came out muffled behind his hand.
"Why are you still watching!" Robin gasped, dragging Starfire along with him.
-xXx
"When I said for you to make me love you, I didn't mean actually mean "making love"," Raven pointed out, putting her uniform on.
"I figured we should have a good practice round before we actually film it," Slade explained, lying on the bed, the sheets still covering his naked body.
"What! Film it!" Raven gasped, almost loosing her balance.
"EW, God NO. I meant for the movie. Did you even read the script?"
"Not really. Besides, a little adlib and insanity never hurt anyone, right?" Raven sighed innocently.
"Right..."
-xXx
"Ooooh...what's this?" Beast Boy asked in wonder.
"An alcoholic beverage I presume," Cyborg shrugged.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Let me try!" Cyborg snatched the bottle.
"Fuck no! You already act drunk."
"Well, I aren't drunk."
"Let's keep it that way, string bean."
"Give it to me, metal mouth!" Cyborg threw Beast Boy a pathetic look.
"Nice try, tofu case, but in case you haven't noticed, my mouth isn't metal!" Cyborg said, popping open the beer bottle and taking a large swing.
"Hey!" Beast Boy whined.
"Better in me than you," Cyborg said with a righteous smile. Seconds later he began to shut on and off in a relentless pattern, and then it stopped and the room went silent. Beast Boy poked his friend, and Cyborg violently jerked and started running around screaming.
"BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! Insert intake of breath here BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! "
Beast Boy grabbed the bottle from Cyborg and read the little piece of paper that was tapped on to it.
"'Please do not drink BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! BOOYAH! this is for Raven. RAVEN! " Cyborg stopped his "BOOYAH!" calling and touched back down to earth.
"Woah...fuck that stuff is strong," Cyborg stated holding his head in his hands, "so strong I just feel like kissing someone."
"ME!" Beast Boy partially joked.
"Heh. Nice one, yah bucket of bad tofu. I'm going back to my trailer," Cyborg sighed, still dealing with the immense headache.
It is time for you to return to the clutches of your pathetic friends," he said, his voice edgy and deep. Raven stood up, and slumped over a bit to show her stomach was in pain from lack of food. "I have already sent a tougher robotic army out to occupy your friends for my cover," he said, his right arm on her right shoulder guiding her up the steps and out a doorway of the house. Slade randomly punched himself in the middle of the scene. The director had a fit.
"What in the name of…shit…was that!" the director called.
"A twitch?"
"A muscle spasm, is a twitch. Deliberately punching yourself in the face, is unheard of and ridiculous!"
"Well, look at it this way boss, at least I'm not punching you in the face," Slade freshly remarked.
"Even so, one more stinkin' time of that nonsense and I'm replacing you!"
" No!" Raven shrilled. The director gave her a cold look, "no…no…no we aren't having an off screen relationship that will end badly. O.x " Once again, Slade punched himself in the face.
"What the hell is wrong with you people! Can't you just fucking act without all the stupid drama!" the director shouted, flailing his arms.
"If you think that's weird, you should take a look at Star's…thing. Now that is something I would worry about as a director. Especially for some certain later scenes to come," Raven hinted at. A long silence followed her comment.
"Well, that's it. I quit. This production is going on a fucking hiatus. If I come back, and give you assholes a second chance, you will be the luckiest worst actors I have ever seen!" the director screamed before storming out and slamming the door behind him.
"We're bad actors?" Slade cried.
"Ha! Not as bad as your face!" Raven laughed.
"That was harsh, man."
Slade once again, did himself the honors of punching himself on the temple.
-xXx
"Here." Slade stated.
"Here what?"
"Here."
"Here what?"
"Here."
"Here what?"
"Here."
"Here what?"
"HERE!"
"WHAT THE HELL?" Raven screeched.
"Eat this."
"Eat what?"
"Eat this."
"Eat what?"
"oh not this again."
"what again?"
"ARE YOU AN IDIOT!"
"Maaaaaaaybe."
"Whatever. Drink this." And he gave her an opened bottle of alcohol.
"ok." Raven looked at it. "Hey, can I have a script?" she called out to the director.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!" the Co-director called. The other one having left. (see previous paragraph)
"I just need a script."
"YOU'RE AN ACTOR!"
"Actress"
"What ever. You should KNOW your lines!"
"Well I DON"T!"
"You're fired!''
"What! You can't do that!"
"Yes I can."
"Well. Who's gonna replace me?" she slyly said.
The new director thought for a minute.
"STAR! GET UP HERE!"