Ch.3 - The Anti-Climactic Section

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"You know what," Y/N continued. "I'm feeling nice tonight. Wanna catch this prune dude?".

"I guess..."

Y/N's demeanor completely shifted. "Then what the heck are we waiting for?"

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"Friend Robin, are you feeling alright?" Starfire's voice echoed throughout Cyborg's room.

"Oh, what?!" Robin snapped out of the trance that had been brought on by the regret of letting one of his teammates go. "Y-yeah Star, I'm... fine."

The boy wonder had been having a look around Cyborg's old room, fulfilling his soft spot for nostalgia.

Robin never liked to admit it to anybody, but despite growing up in the shadow of Gotham's all-powerful guardian, he most definitely had an emotional soft spot.

The hardest thing a leader can do, is admit that they were wrong.

Among many things, this was something that Robin had not yet realized as a leader.

"If you are feeling much of the trouble, allow me to procure my special Tamaranean 'Pudding of Sadness'. It... sounds much more appetizing in my language."

The 'Pudding of Sadness' was many things, but appetizing was not it, despite what language you said the name in.

"Oh, no thanks. I've kinda lost my appetite." In reality, Robin was too scared to try the 'Pudding of Sadness' after Starfire fed it to Beast Boy after he lost a Mega-Monkeys 3.0 match to...

...Cyborg.

Starfire sighed. "I understand that you must be grieving now, friend Robin. But I promise, he will come around, perhaps you should give him ti-".

Suddenly, the Titans Tower alarm system went off.

Robin visibly switched his demeanor to his regular 'business-as-usual attitude. "Trouble."

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"Ugggghhhh, dude, this is so boring!". For the past 2 hours, Beast Boy had been moping around the infamous circular couch in the Titans Tower Ops Room.

As a wise man once said: There are only so many comic books you can read, and only so much emotional-tofu eating one can engage in before they rage quit.

To onlookers, Beast Boy was a real party animal. He would always be cracking jokes (often with poor timing), attempting to get a laugh out of his peers. This often rendered him being perceived as a bit of a doofus, which for the most part, was true.

But deep down, Beast Boy had the fragile intrusive thoughts of any other hormonal teenager.

"Why'd Robin have to kick Cyborg out like that?! Who am I gonna play GameStation with now?".

"That's your concern?" Raven responded. She was levitating near the T.V. in a lotus pose, reading a book, as usual.

Raven had not spoken much of her thoughts on Cyborg's departure

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Raven had not spoken much of her thoughts on Cyborg's departure. However, she never really spoke much on anything.

"Duh?? I'm still looking to get that tinhead back for letting my Starfire's junk pudding!"

Beast Boy then had an idea, "Unless you wanna play, Raven???" Beast Boy purposely held a facial expression of that annoying little brother who always wants a bite of your Snickers.

"Uh...." Raven was visibly uncomfortable. Luckily, the day was saved, when the Titans Tower alarm system went off.

After a few seconds, Robin and Starfire came charging into the room, as Raven lowered down to the floor, and Robin began making his way to the main Ops Room Monitor.

"Look's like we've got business to take care of, Titans." He brought up more information on the case that had been sent through. There were photos of a giant sludge monster breaking into the Jump City Power Plant.

Beast Boy chirped up, "So? Let's get down there and kick his butt!".

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