Title: Stressing Size

Main Character(s): Herald, Cyborg, Hot Spot

*New* Author(s): Pepperfan1, TheDarkQueenOfRandomness

A/N: Collaborating with Pepperfan1 was awesome! She brought up the idea and wrote a little more than half of this. Ain't this better than the others I wrote on my own? You should totally check out her stories. "Some Kind Of Oz" is my favorite, read that.

So as you can see, I'm open for collaborations and even submitting your own. All you gotta do is PM me.

It was an average day at the Tower, and Cyborg was sure feeling it. He had his usual breakfast and did his usual workout routine, and it felt boring. When it came time for the after-workout body admiring session - always one of the best parts of the day - Cyborg still couldn't feel it. No matter what pose he struck, he just saw his regular old body, and it bummed him out a little. He gave a sigh and turned away from the mirror, starting to leave the room. Maybe there was something in the common room that would bring something new to his day.

Everyone knew by now that honoraries drop by every now and then. Today it was Hot Spot and Herald who were there. They turned back to look at him, hearing the door.

Before Cyborg could think of anything he asked where Jericho, Herald's tag-along pal, was.

"He's out with Raven." The trumpeter answered simply.

Hot Spot grunted. "I am bored." He pointed to Herald. "He's not entertaining me."

Herald shot him a look. "It's not my job to entertain you." Hotspot scoffed a little before replying.

"It's not like you are doing anything else. Why else would I have you bring me here?"

"You mean you only called me so I can be your personal entertainment?"

"That's what I just said, yes."

And thus the two Titans began to picker at one another. Cyborg watched them, really having nothing else to do, when suddenly an idea appeared in his head. An idea that would make the day a little less boring, or at the very least stroke his ego a little. Pulling the two teens into a headlock to get them to quit arguing, he declared that,

"I have an idea."

"Is your idea... letting go?" Hot Spot choked out.

Cyborg released both boys who began coughing immediately. "Follow me to my lair, fellows!" He began walking, them standing and staring at him.

"What?" Herald asked, masked raised.

Hot Spot held a hand out and shook his head, eyes closed. "I do not follow someone if I don't know what we're doing." He said stubbornly.

The metal man turned, staring at them.

Herald was just standing there confused while Hot Spot had his arms crossed.

"Come on, men!" He waved them on. "We're just gonna measure ourselves."

The trumpeter raised a pausing hand while Hot Spot coughed.

Cyborg noticed their pausing, but paid no mind to it. He was too excited to explain. Instead, he just grabbed at their shirts and began to drag them to his lair. "It'll be fun!"

"You didn't explain what 'it' is!" Herald complained, attempting to free himself from Cyborg's grasp.

"Yes I did!" Cyborg argued back. "We're measuring ourselves!"

"Does it have to involve us?" Hotspot demanded to know, also attempting to free himself. The metal grasp was too strong for either of them.

"Of course!" Cyborg replied back eagerly. This was an exercise in ego-stroking for the teen. If he had picked someone obvious to compare himself with, it would be too easy, and it wouldn't bring enough satisfactions to entertain him. But, if he came out on top just barely...

Once the lair was reached, Cyborg practically threw the other two Titans inside and quickly shut the door as he followed in.

The pyro shook his head. "What are we doing? This doesn't look fun."

Herald agreed with him.

"Just take off your shoes." Cyborg directed going into the desk drawer near him. He pulled out measuring tape.

Hot Spot choose to be stubborn as Herald reluctantly did as told.

"May I leave, Cyborg?" The hothead asked, annoyed.

Cyborg gave him a look. "No, you may not." He was a little surprised that 'may I' was apart of the other teen's vocabulary.

"I don't see how taking off my shoes if going to help any." Hot Spot refused to budge. Cyborg continued to glare at him, but then turned towards Herald.

"I'll show you. Herald, are you ready?"

Herald made an uncomfortable face. He was not ready.

Meanwhile, outside of the room, the boys were not alone. Starfire had decided to spend the day at home relaxing a little, and on her way to the kitchen to grab some snacks, she was distracted by apparent arguing coming from Cyborg's room. She made her way over there, curious. She wasn't aware anyone else was even home.

Herald looked at his pants. "Pull them.. down?"

Cyborg began to chuckle, surprising both the other males. "Ain't that kinda party!" He replied, even though he could probably give them a run for their money in that area. He pointed a large finger at the wall. "Stand against it."

"Ohhh." The pyro finally realized what they were doing as Herald sighed.

"So we're just gonna measure ourselves?" Herald questioned, standing straight against the wall.

Holding the tape against him, Cyborg chuckled. "That is what I said!"

Starfire was intrigued, pressing her ear against the door. Measure? Normally when the word measure was used in Starfire's presence, it was Raven telling her to be careful in how much of one ingredient she put in the mixing bowl so her Earthlings friends could actually ingest what she was making. What else would need to be measured, and why did it need to be so behind a closed door?

As Cyborg predicted, it didn't take too long to measure Herald, but Herald still got away from the wall as quickly as possible. There was still a level of embarrassment. Cyborg scribbled down the number he got, nodding to him. "You're next, Hotspot."

"Aren't you going to measure yourself first?" He still felt a need to be stubborn, though he did take off his shoes. Cyborg gave a chuckle.

"Nah man, I already know my measurements." Hotspot raised an eyebrow.

"Do you measure yourself frequently?" Cyborg shot him a look.

"Just get over here."

Hot Spot rolled his eyes and walked over to the wall. "Get this over with already."

"You're the one being difficult."

Herald stood near Hot Spot looking over at the numbers.

The pyro ducked down, irritating Cy.

"I don't feel comfortable with him breathing on me."

Smirking, he moved away. "Okay... shorty."

Cyborg finished up measuring and chuckled, feeling content. "Well, I remain the biggest!"

Hot Spot frowned. "He's bigger than me? Stand straight."

They stood next to each other.

"By like an inch!" The pyro stressed.

Herald chuckled a little and nodded. He was content enough with knowing that. Cyborg, however, was in the mood to brag.

"An inch is still an inch, man." He cackled. "And besides, you're still three inches smaller than me!" Hotspot yanked the paper out of Cyborg's hand to read over the numbers himself. To his embarrassment, Cyborg was right. Growling, he shoved it back towards him.

"That doesn't mean anything!"

"Of course it does!" Cyborg continued to laugh obnoxiously. "Who woulda' guess you'd be the smallest?" Herald backed away a little. He didn't want to get burnt alive.

"Come on now, guys." He tried to reason. "It really doesn't mean anything."

Starfire tapped her fingers against the door. Males bickering about inches. She had heard this somewhere before, but she couldn't place where. On television perhaps?

Hot Spot crossed his arms. "I'm still bigger than most of the other titans!" He pointed at Cyborg. "Isn't G'narkk larger than you?"

"He is not." Cyborg chuckled. "I checked. I'm apart of the over 6 squad!"

Herald thought a bit. The way they did made in Limbo was a little different but understandable. "So I'm 6.0, you're 6.2, G'narkk is about the same size. What is Aqualad's size?"

An upset pyro pointed to himself. "Same as me." Then he looked confused. "Why do you use decimals for he-"

"I'm the biggest, haaah!" Cyborg did a little dance.

"Don't interrupt me!" Hotspot snapped, now getting irritated at pretty much everything. Cyborg gave him a wicked grin.

"What'ca gonna do about it, little man?" He leaned down ever-so-slightly to emphasize his point. Herald shoved his way in between them in an attempt to stop a fight from starting.

"Really guys, we don't need to be fighting over this!" Hotspot shoved him out of the way. This was going to be a fight.

"What did you just say?"

"I asked, what'ca gonna do about it, little man?"

Starfire suddenly had an epiphany on were she had heard that type of bickering before. It was a common theme on the comedy shows her male teammates enjoyed watching so much. If this was like those situations, than the boys were fighting over-

She bit her lip, suddenly glad they decided to do that behind closed doors. Still, that did bring up a few questions, like how they new the sizes of other male Titans, and if Cyborg really did measure himself frequently or not.

Herald sighed. "Come on, guys! This room is too small for all of that."

They did not care for his whining as they stared each other down.

"I'll will melt you." Hot Spot readied himself to shoot.

"You're gonna set the whole tower on fire! I cannot dig!" The trumpeter in between the tense boys. "Size doesn't matter!" He's usually chill but he doesn't want to be killed in a fire and/or explosion. Plus he couldn't escape since his trumpet was in the main room.

Hot Spot was never one to be the bigger person. And in this situation neither was Cyborg.

"Hit me."

Herald ran straight for the door as soon as those words exited Cy's mouth.

Before Hot Spot could, he noticed the little mess behind Cyborg. Herald had tripped.

Over Starfire.

Starfire had decided that she needed to intervene, or at the very least figure out if her suspicions were right. But before she could politely knock on the door, it was flung open. She instinctively ducked, and Herald tripped right over her body. She helped him up, and then turned to notice the other two males staring at her. Well, she was glad they had clothes on. "Friends!" Starfire rushed out, trying to find something to say. She decided it was best she didn't let them know she had been eavesdropping, nor ask them the questions she had in mind. "I... heard some arguing coming from inside, and I wanted to make sure everyone was alright.

Herald dusted himself off, and then grabbed onto Starfire's hand. "We should go." He didn't want her to burn alive in the fire, either. "Everything's cool, they just got in a silly argument." He was too embarrassed to tell her what it was about. "We should let them work it out on their own."

Hot Spot rubbed his neck and looked at Cy. "She was home?"

Cyborg, equally embarrassed, shrugged. "I spent most of the day in the gym. I thought they all went out."

"We okay?"

"You're still short." Cyborg chuckled.

Hot Spot growled. "I'm taller than Starfire. And she's the tallest girl. So, it doesn't matter."

"It matters that you aren't the bigge-"

The pyro had sent him a surprise fireball to the chest before running out.

Now Hot Spot had a reason to chuckle. Cyborg wasn't pleased.

"Get back here!" He chased him out of the room. The chase continued into the common room. Starfire, who had finally gotten her snack, looked over at them with concern.

"They do not appear to be working out their problem." She commented. Herald, who was getting ready to leave, groaned. They couldn't just limit the destruction to one room, could they? Still feeling a need to get Starfire out safely, he went over to her and again grabbed her hand.

"I don't want to stay here and get stuck in the crossfire, and I doubt you do either. Anywhere particular you want to head out to?" He gave a small shake of his horn. The female Titan had not considered herself getting injured staying at the Tower and had no alternate places to go. So, Herald opened a portal to the first place he could think of all pulled Starfire in along with him, letting the two remaining Titans work out there differences.

Hot Spot had paused pointing to the closing portal.

"You kn- AHHH." He covered his ears as Cy let off a sonic blast. He couldn't hear himself much as he let out a string of cusses in every language he knew.

Cyborg laughed. "We're even, no more!" He looked around. "Where's Herald?"

Hot Spot was too busy groaning in pain.

"That was not even intense, stop being such a wimp." He helped him up.

The pyro had recovered enough to hear as Cy questioned Star's whereabouts, too.

"They left! Herald took her and they left. He left with Star."

"Left?" Cyborg questioned, though he was told that was the answer multiple times. "Now why would they go and do that?"

"I don't know." Was the reply he got. The two Titans remained silent for a moment, and that had mellowed Cyborg out a bit.

"Well, I guess we're good now." He said awkwardly.

"Are we now?" Hotspot turned to glare at him. Cyborg gave a sigh.

"Yeah, we are."

Hot Spot was going to start again, but decided to let it go since his ears had a ringing in them and he was utterly exausted. They stood in awkward silence.

"Where do you think they went?"

Cyborg just shrugged.

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