We all walked in and headed to the main room via elevator. My communicator was bouncing against my hip making me smile brighter with every step I took.
I flung myself on the couch and snagged the remote.
"So, what should we watch?" I asked, flinging my head upside-down and over the couch to look at everyone.
Raven whipped out a book and started reading it. She ignored us for the most part.
"How about the news?" Robin asked plainly, but I could see he was hiding an emotion that I couldn't place.
"How original," I teased flipping to the local news.
"-And the robber has not been identified yet," a male reporter finished. I guessed Robin was making a mental note.
"Thank you, Ross," the anchorwoman said and started another story about the economy.
"Friends?" Starfire said. "Would any of you enjoy drinking some iced water?" She held out a tray with about a dozen glasses full of cold water.
"Sure, thanks," I responded, reaching for one.
"Wait!" Beast Boy yelled. I flinched and looked at him. He looked anxious, but I could tell he was trying to hide a smile. "She can't drink cold water! She's fire!" He burst out laughing. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"How long will that last?" I asked taking a glass. I shot Beast Boy, who was opening his mouth, a look and he clamped his mouth shut.
"How long do you plan on staying?" Cyborg answered. I groaned louder causing everyone to chuckle. I started sipping the water.
"Right after the break, a girl shot with a Fire Pistol and given the ability to control fire," the anchorwoman announced.
I spit out the water. "What!" I shrieked. Beast Boy fell over laughing.
"Why am I on the news?" I asked watching "an amazing clip caught by a bystander" of me rocketing around like a one-winged sparrow with a jetpack.
No one answered. "-And a live interview with the victim!" the anchorwoman finished and the TV went to some diet commercial.
"A live WHAT?" I yelled as the doorbell rang. I looked at everyone, feeling my eyes widen.
"Surprise!" Cyborg said winking.
"What did you do?" I hissed.
"Well don't be rude!" Beast Boy scolded jokingly. "Answer the door!" Everyone shooed me into the hallway.
I glared at them as the door slid shut. I huffed angrily and walked to the elevator, then to the front door.
I opened the door to a reporter and a camera man. "Yes?" I asked, trying not to sound too bitter.
"Hello, ma'am. I'm Noah McNaaley with the local new," the reporter greeted. "We're here to-"
"Yeah, I know. Interview me right?" I interrupted. He nodded. I leaned on the door frame after the door slid shut. "Alright, then. Go ahead."
"Well, we have to wait for the commercial break to end so it's live," Noah explained. I nodded.
We waited, somewhat awkwardly, for about five minutes until the camera man said, "We're on in thirty seconds." Noah pulled his microphone out of his pocket and started fixing his hair.
I glanced up at the window where I knew the main room was. "I'm so gonna kill you when I'm done with this," I thought at them.
The camera started blinking, signaling that we were on. "Thank you Rebecca," Noah said to the anchorwoman, I guessed. "I'm here, live, at Titans Tower with the astounding young lady who survived the blast from a Fire Pistol, yesterday afternoon."
My eyebrows rose slightly. "I was out for a day?" I thought.
The camera pointed at me so I winked and waved, still leaning on the door frame. Noah took a step towards me. "Tell me, ma'am, what is your name?"
"I'm Red," I said smiling. "Man, I probably look really dumb," I thought.
"Red, do you mind telling us how you survived the power of a Fire Pistol?" he asked.
"I honestly have no idea," I answered shrugging. "All I know is that I blocked my face with my arms."
Noah nodded. "And what exactly are your powers?"
"Well, apparently, my feet are rockets, I can make fire appear and control it, and I have thermal vision," I boasted.
"Outstanding," he muttered. "Do you know what became of Red X?"
I felt my blood boil, and I think it actually did because I also felt my hair flare up. "Uh, miss?" Noah whimpered. "Your hair?"
I took a deep breath and sensed my hair cool down. "And apparently my hair catches fire when I get angry," I finished ignoring his last question.
Noah looked anxiously at the cameraman who shook his head. I supposed that meant to abandon the question, because Noah then acted as though it was never asked.
"Well, that's all the time we have," Noah ended. "Thank you for your time, Red."
"My pleasure," I replied. The light on the camera turned off.
"Thank you, again, and goodbye," Noah said, turning around to leave. I noticed the cameraman eyed me for a while longer before he followed Noah.
I opened the door calmly and walked to the elevator. When the door closed, I started sprinting, my hair heating up more every second.
When I got to the main room, my hair was completely on fire, which caused all heads to turn. "I'm sooo gonna kill you," I roared. Everyone broke into a sweat.