Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Eat Your Hero ❯ Arrivals ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: Since I obviously don't own the copyright to Teen Titans, I'm taking advantage of the Fair Use Clause of the Copyright laws to write a story with them in it. Who knew the government would protect the little guys? Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

 

Chapter 5: Arrivals

 

Beast Boy entered Titans Tower elated. The people at the vegan grill had loved it, the story of how he thought it up, and how he had met Kirk Newgrid. It was wild; everyone was hanging on his every word. He was like a celebrity… actually, it wasn't like he was a celebrity; he was a celebrity. It was an amazing feeling, knowing that he actually had… well, fans! It was hard to believe something so small could create such a huge effect, but it had. He entered the elevator, heading for the operations room, with all that talking he hadn't even finished his food and was starving.

The elevator let out and Beast Boy walked into the dark and empty hallway. The tower was quiet, Beast Boy didn't mind, humming a tune to himself as he walked into the operations room. Moonlight filtered into the windows providing the only light in the dark room. Beast Boy smiled anyway, turning towards the kitchen to find Raven sitting there looking out the window, “Hey Raven.”

She nodded in acknowledgement, not looking away from the window as she lifted a cup of tea to her lips and took a sip. Finishing it, she placed it down on the table behind her, as Beast Boy began rooting through the fridge to find something to eat. “Enjoy your evening?”

Beast Boy fumbled with a small dish of tofu, then looked back to Raven who hadn't turned around to speak at him, “Yeah, it was a blast! Everyone was talking to me! I can't believe it, it was like I was famous or something.”

Raven nodded, “So, when did you notice we left?”

“I…” Beast Boy stammered. He hadn't even realized they were gone until he had come into the kitchen and found Raven. He frowned, “I didn't.”

She looked back to him, finally tearing herself away from the window, “Nice attention to details.”
“HEY! You should talk!” Raven raised an eyebrow at him. “You spend less time with the team than anyone!” He shouted, pointing at her accusingly.

Raven merely shrugged, taking her cup over to the sink, “Possibly.” She placed it down, “But I've never made my friends wait two and a half hours while I ramble on.”

Beast Boy scowled, “I did not do that.”

“We were done and gone before you even realized it Beast Boy. It's two AM.” She gave him a deadpan look.

“Two AM? No, it can't be…” She shook her head, rolled her eyes, and then pointed to the clock. Beast Boy looked at it, she wasn't joking; it really was two AM. He suddenly didn't feel as hungry, and placed the food back in the fridge, “… sorry Raven.”

She nodded, “I think we should both get to bed.” He nodded and they left the room. Raven walked silently, had her cloak not shifted with her legs, he would have sworn she was flying. It was almost disturbing, knowing she was keeping such a brisk pace without making a sound. He barely noticed as she turned off to head towards her room. Beast Boy reached his room alone, but not nearly as happy as he had been when he reached the tower.

The door opened and Beast Boy wasted no time lunging onto his bed, rolling over, grabbing his backpack and pulling out his picture of Terra. He was silent for a moment, thinking about what to say and how to say it. “I screwed up, didn't I?” Was all he came out with. It was the only thing he could think of. Raven was right; he hadn't even realized they had left without him. But they left without him, right? Couldn't they have waited? He looked over at his clock. It was past two. Starfire could never stay up past midnight. Robin had been going to bed earlier ever since that incident with the Slade dust thing. Even Cyborg didn't enjoy staying up this late. Beast Boy frowned a bit, looking at the picture. He forced a smile and kissed the picture, “Good Night Terra.” He replaced the picture and went to bed.

 

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Robin was just finished with his daily morning jog when the doorbell rang. Robin paused, had he been hearing things? He very much doubted that someone else was awake at what even Raven called an ungodly hour in the morning. He quickly ran to the operations room, and his research room beside it, to check the security feed. Nothing besides outlines, it wasn't even dawn yet. He would have to improve the security to deal with something he had so obviously missed, a stupid mistake, one he should not have made. He frowned to himself, hearing another ring at the doorbell. Cautiously, he walked downstairs, staff at the ready. He paused at the doorway, getting a firm grip on the staff before activating the door mechanism and whirling into a combat position preparing for whatever came through the doors.

The door opened and Robin found himself lowering his staff. Outside there were several smiling people; the one in front was a tall, thin man with brown hair and a soft smile. He chuckled briefly, “I'm sorry we're so early, but I didn't receive the message until late last night. We came as soon as we heard you had agreed.”

Robin blinked a few times, watching the man as he slowly made his way inside surrounded by a small entourage. They weren't combatants… but they were inviting themselves in. Shaking his head, he looked back to the man, “And… who are you exactly?”

The man seemed to light up, grabbing Robin's hand and shaking it, “My name is Kirk Newgrid, and you must be…” Kirk looked at the young man; sweat streaming down his face, hair matted from physical exertion and a lack of hair gel.

“Robin, you can call me Robin.” He replied releasing his grip on the elder man's hand. The man was smiling, true, but something about him… it wasn't quite unnerving, but it made Robin uncomfortable. It was a feeling Robin shook off, “Well then… would you like to come in?”

“Yes, please, thank you.” He nodded graciously.

Robin watched the others mill around, “Now, forgive my asking, but why is it you're here again?”

“The press conference, I was hoping to get it set up for noon.”

Robin's jaw dropped ever so slightly. `The press conference is today at noon? You've got to be kidding me… Beast Boy is going to pay for this.'

Kirk's smile faded for a moment, “I'm sorry, I know it really is early, but I must say, it's not every day that a group of superheroes agrees to give a press conference with us. I didn't wake you, did I?” He grinned uneasily.

Robin nearly chuckled, “No, not at all, you caught me at the end of my exercise routine. Let me get Beast Boy for you… just stay here, I'll be back in a moment.”

Robin had never seen Beast Boy awake before nine o'clock in the morning. It was currently six thirty. Robin rubbed his gloved hands together; this was going to be worth doing a press conference at noon.

 

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Beast Boy's snores could be heard from down the hall. There was a reason why he had the floor to himself, because no one else could sleep there, not even Cyborg, and he didn't need to sleep. Of course, Robin was awake, but it was disturbing to know that someone could snore so loudly. Finally making it Beast Boy's room he was nearly pushed backwards by the extreme sound. Beast Boy had never snored this loudly before… maybe he was in elephant form? Robin sighed; this might not be as easy as planned.

He knocked, his hand hitting the door three times as was his custom. No response, from inside besides another large snore. Robin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Beast Boy, wake up.”

Another snore. “Beast Boy, wake up.” Robin repeated again. Another snore. He would have to resort to more appropriate measures. “Activate omega theta code.” The door opened and Robin walked inside. Being leader had its perks, such as the ability to get into any room in the building. What he found did not amuse him. Beast Boy lay in bed, drooling slightly, with a megaphone next to his mouth. Letting the shock wear off, he walked over and removed the megaphone. Robin paused staring at it, shaking his head, `Why on earth would he bring that to bed with him?'

Robin tossed the megaphone away and shook Beast Boy a little, eliciting a small grumble from the green boy, “Beast Boy, wake up, you have guests.”

An incoherent mumble followed, and Beast Boy rolled over onto his other side. Robin sighed, shaking him some more, putting his head next to Beast Boy's head and shouting, “Beast Boy, wake up, Kirk Newgrid is here, and he wants to do the press conference at noon!”

There was a slight mumble and Robin was sure he heard Beast Boy say, “Five more minutes…” before he snored again.

Robin frowned, this he wasn't expecting. He had just yelled in his ear, and that didn't wake him up. That's when Robin had to pause and shake his head, “Beast Boy… I didn't know you were this smart.” He grabbed the megaphone and placed it to Beast Boy's ear. “WAKE UP!” Beast Boy's eyes shot open and he nearly launched out of bed, slamming his head into the bunk bed above him instead.

“OW! Dude, why did you wake me up? I was having a dream…” His eyes wandered to his backpack, but he shook it off, “Why did you wake me up at” Beast Boy's eyes bulged when he saw his clock, “DUDE! IT IS SIX THIRTY IN THE MORNING!”

Robin smirked to himself, “Kirk Newgrid is downstairs at the entrance talking about holding the press conference at noon.”

There was a moment where Beast Boy's jaw moved to form words, but then gave up and hung limply. He shook his head rapidly, regaining what little sense he would have at this hour. He grabbed Robin looking into his mask, “Kirk Newgrid? Here? When? How? Why?”

Robin perked an eyebrow, “I think I just explained that…”

Beast Boy released Robin and began waving his arms around frantically, “He wants it done today! What are we going to do? Can we really do it today? I can't believe he came all this way! Did you let him in or is he still outside? Is anyone with him? Did you offer him food?” Beast Boy paled, they hadn't emptied out the fridge, the fact that the food was covered with blue fungus was nothing compared to the fact they might find meat there. How would they respond to that?

Robin bit his lip, Beast Boy was nearing hysterics. He would have to calm him down, “Beast Boy, I think we may be able to do it today, let me gather the team together. There shouldn't be any…” Robin found himself cut off by the alarms. Robin scowled, “Trouble.”