Sorry for the long wait, but here is Chapter 15

Changeling wasn't really paying attention to the game. It wasn't even one of the good games. Zombie Slasher XII, the Golfer Edition. It was supposed to be a mindless zombie game. You point and shoot until you win.

It couldn't even get that right.

Why you needed any type of assault rifle while playing on the ninth hole was stupid, and the zombies hadn't even arrived yet! He basically knew the ins and outs to playing golf.

Who wants the know that?

The only saving grace was watching Jeeves in his apocalypse suit asking him if he needed his magazine refilled as he had used all his bullets up shooting at the ball.

Fucking Golf.

By now, he wasn't expecting anything new to pop up, so his mind drifted until he heard a loud CRASH! and the screen went black. It was only after focusing his eyes, as well as his mind, was he able to see the scene that was laid out in front of him: Starfire, glaring at him and standing on their game station as Cyborg stood, well knelled, at her feet and crying.

He looked hilarious.

"Why, Starfire? WHY? What has the game station ever done to you?"

Changeling watched as Starfire looked down at Cyborg, then at her feet before she gasped and quickly levitated herself.

"Oh, I do apologize Friend Cyborg. I have been the calling and trying to get Friend Changeling's attention for so long that I acted before I did the thinking."

When Cyborg turned his blubbering, angry face to him, it took an ounce of his life for Changeling not to laugh.

He coughed to smother his laughter as he said, "Dude, you know we have backups. You were the one who invested in them."

"Yeah," Cyborg pouted as he held the rumble to his chest, "but it's hard to replace your best friend."

"You, uh, you mean after me, right Cy?"

Cyborg shook his head and whispered, "I don't know anymore, dude. I...would you excuse me?" He left with the rumble close to his heart and Changeling wondering how long the cyborg would keep up the dramatics.

That's why Cyborg was one of his closest friends.

He turned his attention back to Starfire.

"So…you wanted me for some reason, Star?"

He watched as Starfire looked between the door that Cyborg had left out of and back to the remaining bits of rumble, confusion clear in her eyes. It was cute. He wanted to reach out and reassure her that everything was fine, that she hadn't caused Cyborg immense pain as he suspected she thought she had.

"Don't."

He retracted that thought. He was already treading thin ice with the Beast. He actually wanted to sleep later that night. Luckily, Starfire seemed to break out of her trance as she turned her attention fully on him. There were still remnants of being unsure in her eyes, but she planted her feet firmly on the ground and answered his hanging question.

"Yes, Friend Changeling. I was hoping you would do the accompanying me out in the city."

He groaned, most of it internal so as not to hurt Star's feelings. He hated going out in the city with just Starfire. It wasn't that he didn't like hanging out with her. Starfire, after Cyborg, would be the person he went to if he wanted to just get wild and go loose. She was the best when it came to playing pranks because she could use the excuse of still not knowing all of Earth's customs.

Never mind that she's been on this planet long enough to know what she's doing. One bat of her innocent eyes and all is forgiven and forgotten.

But it was barely hitting afternoon, 12:15 to be precise. Usually when she wanted to go out at this time, she wanted to go to the mall and shop for hours on end.

Fucking shopping.

"Star, why don't you ask Nightwing to go shopping with you? Isn't it, like, his job as your boyfriend and all?"

"You idiot."

'What-?'

He didn't have time to finish questioning the Beast as he began to notice Starfire's demeanor change. She still stood tall, but her shoulders drooped and whatever she was feeling before was replaced with an obvious displaying of sadness.

If she was flying right now, Changeling was sure she would've drooped onto the floor.

"Boyfriend Nightwing, he…," there seemed to be a bit of a struggle as Starfire hesitated before she sighed. "Ever since our last communication with Friend Raven and she forbade us from speaking to her three days ago, he hasn't been the same. He is angry, but also disappointed in us…in me"

Changeling hopped up and made his way to Starfire.

"Starfire, that wasn't your fault. If anybody is to be blamed for angering Rae, it should be me. I was the one who approached you."

Starfire shook her head.

"But Changeling, Nightwing is-"

"Just butt hurt because Raven is just as stubborn as he is, maybe even more and he knows that. Look," he took her by the shoulders, looked up at her, and waited until she made eye contact with him. "We happened to have fallen in love with the two stubborn birds of our team. Sometimes, we make them mad and it seems as if we've betrayed their very core. Nightwing loves you. He's just being a typical teenage girl's tall, dark, and brooding wet dream. He'll get over it and you'll probably be the first person he talks to. You've got nothing to worry about."

He wasn't sure if his pep talk had helped until Starfire pulled him into a lung crushing hug.

"Star, I still need to breathe!"

She pulled him away and he watched as her smile grew big and beautiful.

He also realized he was floating some feet off the ground, but that wasn't a worry.

"Thank you, Changeling. It is no wonder how you managed to get Friend Raven to like you in the first place. She was right when she said you have a beautiful soul and a way with words. You really do know how to bring out a smile."

His heart thumped.

"She said that about me?"

"Oh yes! And do not think I didn't see Friend Raven smile when you started talking to her. It was only with you that she did. I can tell she still has the strong feelings for you, Friend."

Starfire lowered him back to the ground, but Changeling still felt like he was floating.

"Now come!" There was a twinkle in her eye as she grabbed his wrist. "Let us leave the tower. We must talk of strategies away from prying ears, and there is shopping to be done."

Whatever cloud nine he was on was ripped away from under him and he groaned as he was being drugged out the door.

At least it wasn't golf.

And that's Chapter 15. Though I was expecting to end this chapter a little further in, where you see them out of the tower, I didn't have anything planned except the game station being destroyed and Cyborg's tears. The next chapter will be strategy talk and an unexpected message.

Thank you for reading this far.