"This party is pointless."
"Everything's pointless. Wanna go talk about it?"
"……….."
"……….."
"I don't know why I came here. All I heard was that there was a creepy, run-down warehouse. Not some wannabe gas chamber."
"Yeah. I hear ya. All I ever come here to do is get stoked."
"Aren't you kind of young?"
"Nah. Just root beer."
"Go figure. It's herbal tea for me."
"That gets you stoked?"
"It helps me meditate."
"Meditate. Gawd…..I sure wish I was doing that right now."
"And what are you doing here?"
"It's a learning experience….yeah…..I just sit back and watch the detritus of post-industrial society run its hormonal course into the ground."
"Can't you do that at school?"
"I don't go to classes. I'm home-schooled."
"Hmm. Lucky you."
"Eh. It sucks. Sometimes. My mom's a real stickler for anything that the sun shines on. If you couldn't tell from my skin."
"And yet she lets you wander out and visit late night rave parties."
"Pfft…I snuck out. Fifth time in a row. She's gonna have my head on a plate in the morning. Let her bitch and moan for all I care. Not like she really cares about my life."
"She only home schools you."
"Indentured brainwashing is more like it. Sometimes I think I'm gonna grow roots in the carpet. Ya know what I mean?"
"No, not really."
"It's gotta suck being a Titan at times. Saving so many miserable people and not getting credit for it."
"Tell me about it. Sometimes I wish people could save their own cats out of trees."
"Then why do you go out all the time? Or for that matter, why do you let that fruity dude in the cape give you orders all the time? It's about time someone told him to piss off."
"Robin's a lot smarter than his egotistical shouting voice makes him sound. You wouldn't know unless you trained and fought alongside him."
"Eh, all right. My bad. I'll lay off the Caped Crusader…."
"No, really. It's all right."
"Is it?"
"I just don't get it sometimes. Why do my teammates have to be such…..kids, so much?"
"Heh….maybe because they are kids."
"Then what does that make me?"
"A hell of a lot smarter."
"No, not smarter. It's something else. I'm different from them. But I wouldn't call them less intelligent…….well, except for maybe Beast Boy."
"Heh. You got my vote on that. I don't even know the dude and I can tell he's a total poser."
"Cyborg's got a level-head. Half the of the time. The other half, I just want to switch him off."
"Is there anyone on your team that….ya know….relates to you more often than not?"
"To tell the truth, no. And I kinda sorta like it that way."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Meditation is all about centering the self. When you get other minds thrown into the mix, chaos bleeds more than anything else."
"But if you could choose any one of them Titans to meditate with, who would it be?"
"That's a hard one. I can easily say who'd I like to see meditate on his own so that he could grow up overnight."
"Heh….Beast Boy?"
"That's the one."
"But who'd you like to meditate with you?"
"…………………."
"Tough question?"
"Robin's the only one I can see doing it. But I dunno…..if he meditated anymore, he might implode on himself."
"Bigass ego?"
"He's full of something, all right. 'Hardcore' is the word for it."
"Sounds like my mother. I wish she'd pick up on meditation or something."
"Why, so she can implode and you'd be rid of her?"
"Nah, I'm not that dark. If she meditated, then I could walk by her and sneak out more. Heheh…."
"I don't see how this place could be any more pleasing than this lovely 'home' you keep hinting about."
"Eh….it's a change of scenery. Besides….I dig the music."
"Really?"
"……Some of the time……"
"Right…..:"
"But I like classic stuff myself."
"You're not alone."
"So, you like show tunes?"
SWOOOOOSH-CRASH!
"!"
"…………….."