Mmm... So, I just ate lunch. Delectable, creamy chicken salad with a crisp piece of fresh lettuce, and a nice, red, juicy tomato, tucked neatly inside a flaky croissant, with a tangy, sharp bottle of cranberry juice.

Edit: Damn, those were good. Protip, don't eat them from the gas station. You will get sick. Alright, we're on 15. Getting to the part where it gets funky that I didn't like. I forgot chunks, apparently.

So...yummy... Hungry...again...

=) I don't own Teen Titans, but I own the yummyness sitting in my belly. And boy was it yummy.

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"Hnf!" BeastBoy's voice strained as he pushed the log. He could hear Robin grumbling. He transformed into a T-Rex, and tossed it aside. He brushed himself off as he returned to being a human.

That had been troublesome, for a moment. A large tree had fallen, blocking their path. Luckily, the changeling was able to take care of such things. Still, it was getting close to dark, and they couldn't go back to the village. The elder who had greeted them had told them that was because of the "Mikkna Teito" - the "night walker." Robin frowned, as they walked into a clearing. He hadn't wanted to leave, anyhow. If they returned to the village every night, their search would be hasty and incomplete. So, he'd taken the tent that had been set in the pile of useless things, and some camping gear. Each boy had carried some along with their own belongings, and this clear patch would be good for setting up camp.

"Jimjim Mikkna Teito bikna shi."

The Night Walker played his things useless game. Played with his food, Robin remembered the Batman telling him. That was why it preyed on things in the trees. The clearing was too open. A closed environment let the creature play hide-and seek with its food, so to speak.

That's why the frown turned straight, and he almost smiled. It was a clearing, even though it was a small one. And there was water nearby – both the black-haired boy and green teen could hear it. The Boy Wonder was aware that the creature could not swim, simply from legend.

"We'll set up camp here," he said, looking into the fading sunlight, "And continue in the morning. Can you grab firewood while I set up the tent?"

BeastBoy didn't say anything, but set down his backpack and nodded, shifting into a large gorilla. He pounded back into the thick forest, and Robin heard him smashing huge, dead logs. Robin set his pack down next to his teammate's, and pulled out the tent. Within an hour, the sun was still twinkling a dying twilight, and the boys were set up. Robin struck a match, and lit a small fire. Carefully, he tended to it until it was workably large. They cooked over it, tightly packed bird meat and nuts BeastBoy had picked up on the way through the forest. There was some meal and potatoes inside a sealed wrap, as well as a pack of nuts and berries, and three fresh fruits that the natives had packed them. They would be well off for days: besides this, Robin knew the poisonous plants in the area, and BeastBoy could harvest information from the animals in the area, if it came to that.

The teenage heroes sat in silence, chewing and watching the fire burn. The warmth felt good on their skin, despite being hot all day. Cold set into the earth quickly, and there would be a healthy, strong dew in the morning that chilled you sick.

Robin popped a red berry into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Better to keep his mouth shut. He pulled out the T-Comm, and considered calling home. He decided that Raven was probably still... Slightly angry at him for his stunt, and that Starfire wouldn't really be the best to talk to. That left a 33.3% chance that the one person who would be nice to him would pick up. He opted to call Speedy, instead.

He poked at it, and a tripod came down. He moved it to where it wouldn't get hot, and waited as it connected to Gizmo's satellite.

"Good looking today," BeastBoy commented, looking into the sky. He'd put away the extra berries away, and eaten some of the meal packed by the natives. He didn't eat the meat.

"Yeah," Robin said, looking at the sky. "Didn't find anything, really, but it's nice out here."

BeastBoy nodded, eying his leader from an inconspicuous angle. He felt less dirtiness doing that today, because he'd cleaned himself very well last night. But, he still felt the wrongness in the back of his mind for it.

He had admitted it to himself – he liked the other boy. He rationalized it. Robin was, in essence, perfect. The Boy Wonder had a sleek, strong body that was well-proportioned and strong. His hair didn't stick up too much and it looked soft instead of bristly. He wasn't green. He had straight teeth that weren't too pointy. His voice wasn't nasally. He was fast and durable. Ladies swooned over him – but he went for 'the best'. He had a very popular and openly-desired girlfriend that was, by modern standards, the cream of the crop. He was smart. He was honorable. He was nice. Kids looked up to him, and so did adults. The entire team – even East Titans – looked up to him. He was respectable. Robin was all of this and more, reflected the green eyes, and a feeling that was pink had caressed his mind reassured him that admiring these qualities and striving to represent them was a good feature.

This was just a person, in reality, but one of BeastBoy's inner selves had conditioned and softened his mind, and he accidentally all of his emotions. Of course. Another thing – Robin seemed to be able to control himself well.

At first, the changeling had felt an olive greenness towards the leader – a dark, sweltering jealousy that made him feel like crusted calcium on a faucet. But that had gotten lighter and lighter, and the colors of his mind swayed like a fluttering sea of ribbons, reflecting all colors of the rainbow in his mind. It had flown from green to blue to grey to yellow, and now it was a pink feeling – almost magenta. Because beneath this almost innocent, although intense, liking and admiring, there was a lust.

And this magenta feeling – that was the only way the boy felt he could describe it – was a lovelust, and he thought that maybe he was gay.

Because he'd purified himself the night before, all of these thoughts were clear again, and the horrific mental pain he'd experienced yesterday was mostly gone. Green eyes closed, absorbing the fiery heat, and basking in the colors of his mind.

Robin began his call.

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A SladeBot skittered from the pile of bikna shi – useless things – and out of the storage hut. The other Bots were transmitting a signal, and it took off, whizzing in the night, to get to its targets.

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The other two SladeBots had strategically placed themselves in the camping area. One was perched in the tent, in a dark corner, waiting. This one also transmitted the homing signal to the third Bot, and sent Transmission Copies of Robin's conversation with Speedy to one of Slade's satellites. The other was near the campfire, recording the boy's brainwaves, body readings, and information about their interpersonal relationship through recording and well-programmed technology. It compacted the files and radioed them to the Bot in the tent, which sent the data to Slade.

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Tap, tap, tap, tap. Long, slim fingers, hidden inside thick leather gloves, watched the incoming data. Oh, this was too good... Slade smiled under the mask, and flipped through a notebook. His notes. Taken in an alien language that was undecipherable to many, safe. He'd recorded Robin for years, and although he could pull up video data at any point, he'd found that it was more than a little effective to write things down. And oh, the things he had written down lately. Oh the things he would be able to do now. It excited him, and he knew that Robin would not be able to resist his new plans, once they were finished. But first, he would wait.

Waiting was good.

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Ooh, did I tell you about my breakf-

/shot

I'm going to... find something to do for the next two hours of my student work. T_T

Edit: Hopefully this is better! Also, does anyone else think/feel in colors? Weird. Onto the next one.