Cyborg knew that being part robot caused him to end up a ton of names. Heck, half of them ended up being tagged on him due to his constant word sparring with Beast Boy. He wasn't sure if half of them could be used in public; he and his green friend had many names stored up for blackmailing purposes only. The good thing about it was that only one person knew of them and wasn't about to tell anyone, least he get his neck broken or have an unfortunate accident occur.
Starfire often called him Sparky or some sort of deviation of it. Cyborg wasn't sure how she got hold of that nickname, but his only guess was from Bumblebee. It didn't happen often, in fact he could count on one hand the amount of times Star had called him that, all of them being fond memories.
Raven was even more stringent of using any sort of name substitute, but there was one-only one-that she used and it was by complete accident that she had learned it. He had been brooding in his room, Raven came by the snap him out of his funk since B was away, and she noticed the cause of his sudden mood change.
The letter hadn't been opened, but she had seen it had been addressed to one Victor Stone. "Hm, Victor, huh? Well, I can understand why you chose Stone for that undercover mission." She didn't say anything about it, not to the others and in some why he's grateful to her for that, even today. He knew they learned Beast Boy's by complete accident; Raven knew and still said nothing, giving him his privacy. But she called him out, when no one else was around, and he didn't even think that him mom could make his name sound that menacing.
Robin simply called him Cyborg. Until they had another battle with the Hive 5, and he had gotten a set of rockets strapped to his legs. The name Rocket Legs hadn't left the air for weeks.
Beast Boy…well there wasn't a name he hadn't called him. Chrome dome, metal butt, tin can. All of them were used more than once, and after those there were countless others. However, Cy was reserved strictly for Beast Boy. It wasn't a written rule or anything, but no one else thought to use that nickname when they each had their own.
He wasn't sure what he was going to do with all of them. But for now, it was nice to be noticed. And hey, if his friends thought that showing they cared about him was to bestow a nickname on him, who was he to judge?
Besides, he liked the feeling that came when a new name emerged.
Author's Note: Ok, I'm updating all working stories this weekend. School is winding down, thank god, and I now have a tiny bit more time to write. Of course, updates will get more regular when school finally lets out...oh well. Read and Review, I enjoy hearing your comments.