Another chapter out, my duckies!

RinaCath: Aah. I like your new name. And don't worry. When it comes to finals, it's always understandable.
Thank you so much for reviewing though! It's good to know this thing is going along well.
You should know what Katniss and Peeta's powers are in the next chapter or so.

*stuffs face full of self-confidence cake* Shall we begin?

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All eyes were on the television as district 6's tributes were given their numbers. Beast Boy sat with a grin on his face on the far left end, Haymitch was silent in the middle, and Robin was on the far right, arms crossed and frowning. So far it seemed alright. The highest number so far was an eight, the lowest was a four.

After their assessments, Robin and Beast Boy had to report directly to Haymitch. They told their mentor what they did and how they thought the Gamekeepers took it. Haymitch seemed pretty pleased with how Beast Boy did, but he was furious when Robin told his story. Apparently district 12's girl, Katniss, had also lost her nerve during her time, which explained why the pig was hanging on the wall by an arrow. Although Robin didn't go as far as hanging their dinner on the wall, Haymitch said his act was just as brainless and he should expect a number lower than three. Which would not make Robin look well at all.

Finally, district 12's tributes showed up. Peeta Mellark scored an eight. Katniss Everdeen managed to pull off an eleven.

"Wooow..." Beast Boy muttered. Even Haymitch looked surprised, raising his eyebrows at the score.

District 21 made its way on the screen. Beast Boy's picture flashed first. Underneath his name, the number '10' came up. Haymitch turned to Beast Boy and nodded. "One under Everdeen. Not too bad." Beast Boy nodded, a little grin tugging at his lips.

Robin's came next, the same number flashing underneath. The Boy Wonder couldn't help but get his hopes up after seeing Katniss's score and having the same reaction, hoping he'd get the same number. It wasn't exactly the same as hers, but it was in the double digits, and that worked fine. Haymitch grumbled. "Looks like you both got lucky. You three are the only ones who managed to get over a nine. People will be keeping their eyes on you."

Why wouldn't they, anyway? They were dealing with a master of martial arts, and a guy who could change into animals.

"I assume you guys have had a few good interviews back in your year?" Haymitch said as the television went blank.

Both boys nodded after a moment. The press loved the Titans on a few occasions, always rooting for a group photo or a few words that could go in the next day's paper. Or you could end up with a microphone squeezed against your face.

Their mentor nodded. "Good. Tomorrow you'll spend an hour or so with me practicing some good techniques. And after that, you'll suit up and join the other tributes for a three minute interview. It's a good way for Panem to know you more...and to get a few sponsors or so.

"Each person has a personality, y'know? Some are sexy, some are bland. Some are comical, and some are mysterious." Haymitch said, looking from Beast Boy to Robin as he listed the last two qualities. "The more people you impress during this interview, the more likely you'll end up with a few sponsors who deliver free crap to you during the Games. So it would be best if you didn't screw this up."

Robin and Beast Boy nodded. It didn't sound much like a challenge at all.

"Comprende? Now get some sleep. Baggy eyes won't make you look good either."

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The next day went by pretty fast at first. District 12 was easy to prepare, giving Robin and Beast Boy a little more time to chat with Haymitch and to get suited up by Cinna. Both boys wore a neat looking tux. Robin's was pure black, Beast Boy's was a dark gray with the slightest hint of green. After a good look in the mirror, the two Titans agreed that they looked pretty fancy, despite the fact that they weren't big fans of tuxedo's. After that Haymitch gave them a drill, telling them what to look out for and how to get the crowd on your side.

After that they were transported to the center of the Capitol, where the rest of the tributes were filing in by single line. Twenty-six chairs were side-by-side, one for each tribute. A bigger chair stood next to the first tribute's chair, Caesar Flickerman's chair. Apparently he was the one who was going to ask all the questions, and provide some 'invisible assistance' when you were claimed by a bout of stage fright. Of course the media had taken over the entire upper stage, but that didn't stop the rest of the Capitol. The audience here was the biggest the two Titans had seen yet.

Once all the tributes were behind their assigned chairs, the anthem started to play. Then the interviews began.

What felt like hours later, district 12 had finally finished up their interviews. Katniss and Peeta won the crowd's heart when Peeta admitted that he was in love with Katniss long before they were both chosen at the reaping. Either their 'love' was true, or Katniss was a very good actor. It would take a lot to beat their little act.

Beast Boy was up first. He fixed the bow below his neck with an aggravated look on his face, pulling off a few chuckles. Caesar nodded to the changeling's chair, and smiled when he was seated.

"So, Beast Boy. You and your friend have come a long, long way to participate in the Games. What's the most different thing between your time and ours?" Caesar's first question was.

Beast Boy looked up into the crowd. He already knew his role- act funny and be adorable. What was so hard about that?

"Uuuhm," He started. "the food? Back where I lived, the soy products tasted like feet."

To his delight, some of the crowd burst into laughter. Honestly, he thought was he said was a bit lax when it came to humor, but whatever took the cake. Caesar was grinning as well, leaning forward in his seat. "So you can turn into any animal you want, but you don't eat meat?"

Beast Boy wrinkled up his nose and shook his head. "I've been all of those animals! Eating animals is like eating part of myself!" He pulled off a sad face and drew his clenched fists to his chests dramatically. "It's horrible!" The crowd took the dramatic touch hook-line-and-sinker, awwing at the appropriate times and shouting words of encouragement.

Caesar nodded understandingly. "I bet that can be very hard indeed. What's your favorite animal to change into? Can you demonstrate?"

"Sure!" Beast Boy nodded and morphed into the kitten he had used to end his test with the Gamekeepers, meowing at the audience with big happy eyes. The crowd squealed and cheered, especially when he leaped into Caesar's lap and rubbed his head against him, purring adorably. Caesar laughed happily and rubbed Beast Boy between the ears.

"How adorable! What a wonderful power! Maybe you could warm the hearts of the other tributes by pulling off that face!"

For the laughs, Beast Boy changed into a monkey. He pulled off stunts that anyone back in his time would call cliche and overused, but the Capitol loved it anyway. He nodded in his animal forms as Caesar continued his questions, which apparently won the hearts of most of the crowd. Beast Boy could barely hear the buzzer ending his three minutes over the applause when he stood on the interviewer's shoulders, searching his hair for bugs ( which he most certainly did not eat ).

Beast Boy was sent back to his seat, only for Robin to take his place. The crowd was silent as the Titan sat down, his face revealing nothing.

"Robin. The leader of your team! What's your impression on Panem so far?" Caesar asked.

The first thing Robin wanted to say was 'odd' and a few other nasty words, but doing so wouldn't win the hearts of Panem. So he just shrugged and tried to tug his lips into a smile. "Different." The look in Caesar's eyes said 'tell me more.'. "But hey, what's a few hundred years between friends?"

Caesar nodded, and the atmosphere in the crowd started to lighten up. "That's a neat mask you're wearing. Where did you get it, if you don't mind us asking?"

Robin shrugged. "From a friend who took me in after..." He hesitated, and the crowd leaned forward eagerly. Everything was silent to the point where you could hear a pin drop.

Of course, talking about his parent's death was always a challenge. Despite his tough guy super-leader reputation, those memories opened up old wounds that knocked the breath out of his lungs like a knee to the diaphragm. Thankfully, the only ones who knew of that event were the other four Titans and The Dark Knight back in Gotham. It was never mentioned of ( while he was around, anyway. ), unless it was on the anniversary day. And even then all his team did was stand there for him, giving him supportive pats on the back and kind, but almost useless words. Robin was very appreciative of all that, nonetheless.

He hated how he was going to use his parents as a way to make his 'mysterious' persona for the Games shine.

"Yes...?" Caesar asked a few moments later.

Robin sighed and put on the saddest face he could muster, despite him actually being very angry about how he was saying it. "After my parents died."

A few gasps echoed in the audience. Apparently it was very rare for any tribute or kid his age to lose his parents. Caesar put a hand to his heart and frowned sadly. To Robin's surprise, it seemed like the interviewer was truthfully sad about it. "I-I'm sorry about that, Robin. If I knew earlier, I wouldn't have asked that question."

He shrugged. "Mistakes happen."

"Anyway. Off that note." Caesar continued, though Robin could see the man was still affected by what had been said. "You have no powers, am I right?"

Robin nodded, forcing himself to lighten up. "Right. The only one in my team."

"What can you do, then?"

"Well, that's something you'll just have to watch for. I'm not telling any secrets." Robin said, smirking. Mumbles from the crowd told him that his mysterious cliffhanger had the perfect effect. Of course Robin thought his abilities were pretty obvious... "You'll all see in a few days." He finished.

Caesar opened his mouth, but the buzzer went off at the last minute. His interview was finally over.

"That's all of the tributes, ladies and gentlemen! Give them a hand!"

The crowd clapped, the anthem blared, and the tributes were sent home. They all made sure to get a nice sleep tonight, for the Games started tomorrow.

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Another chapter done! RnR, if you please?