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Cyborg has issues, Beast Boy is thinking about cowboys, and Robin is currently facepalming.

"Troubled Titans in Tokyo"
—Behind Enemy Pipelines—
THREE

It had been a very um, interesting day so far. They had found out how things work in a foreign country the hard way. Experience. First off, they were walking down the streets of the local shopping district when they saw people handing out little packages of tissues. Why they were doing that was beyond their knowledge. So, blindly, they tactfully refused them. They found out the 'why' a little while later.

After touring for some time, the Titans decided it was about time to take a bus towards the Emperor's palace. However, first came the time for a pit stop.

Cyborg ironically was the first one in line in the boys' restroom. As he opened the stall door, he found that his new recurring arch-nemesis wasn't a maniacal super-villain. Oh, no. Rather, it was Japanese plumbing. What he found in that stall wasn't a 'toilet'. It was a porcelain contraption built into the floor. Basically, a hole in the ground. Cyborg stood there for a moment in the stall doorway in shock.

Beast Boy, on the other hand, was desperate. "Dude, hurry up. I'm not paper trained!" He whined, totally ignoring the fact that they didn't even have paper.

Cyborg looked back at them almost in horror. "But— I— It—" he stuttered while pointing at the supposed 'non-toilet'. Robin and Beast Boy looked at Cyborg panicking, then each other, then back at their severely troubled teammate. "How am I supposed to use this?!" Cyborg asked as his two friends came over cautiously.

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Cyborg, calm down. There's a Western toilet in the next stall."

"What's a Western toilet?" Beast Boy asked. Then his eyes lit up as he had, heaven forbid, an idea. "You mean, Japanese people actually liked those old movies with the cowboys and the sheriffs in all those mega-long showdowns enough to build them a memorial toilet?" Beast Boy's eyes grew big as he kept going. "Dude, wouldn't that be like sacred or something? How can you go in something like that?!"

Robin face palmed. "Okay, listen up." Why were they even having this conversation? "It's very, very simple. This," he pointed to the contraption in the stall,"is a Japanese toilet. The toilets we are used to are called 'Western' toilets since many countries in the West use them."

"Ohhh. . ." The green elf and the tin man said in unison as the light dawned on them.

As they stood there gawking at Robin's superior knowledge, they didn't see their leader's eyebrow twitching rather noticeably. "Would you just get, um," he was stuck with wording again, "going, already?" Yeah, real eloquent Grayson, he thought.

Beast Boy saluted. "Yes sir, sir!"

Then, finally getting each into their own respective stalls, they faced another problem. "Hey, can you guys give me a wad of TP?" Cyborg asked. "I ain't got any in here."

"Hey, me neither!" Beast Boy said.

"What about you, Rob?" The mechanical man asked his leader.

"Urgh!" Robin exclaimed in aggravation. Here comes the 'why'. "I'm such an idiot!"

"Dude, you don't have to take it out on yourself that much," Beast Boy told his leader. "We'll just get some from another stall."

"No, those people on the street— They weren't handing out tissues, it was toilet paper!" Yup. Not only had they found that Western toilets were rare here, but also that it was essential to bring toilet paper when using them. Gross.

—Fin—

A/N: Well, here's another 'Troubled Moment'. As for my other stories, "Troubled Hearts" and "Vacation Troubles", well, let's say they are being a bit 'troublesome'. Pun intended. I'm working on them. Chapter six of both are started. Hopefully, I can finish one of the chapters soon. If not, another troubled moment will be up.

Signed,
Her Sappiness