Now you're just being silly (Beast Boy)

[Drifter]

"Why do I always get the weird ones? Do I have some kind of freak pheromone or did the stars align in a funny way when I was born? I mean just the other day I fought some man-pig-demon thing and now I'm fighting a cult who wants to summon and worship an undead hippo."

"How dare you insult the goddess of fertility! Taweret shall reunite with her people. She shall purge the lands of all the elements that destroy our fertile planet!" said a bearded man in the brown hood.

As the cauldron bubbled, it was poured on the skeleton of a hippopotamus. The scene reminded him of the fast motion used on the nature channel to show decay. The difference was that it was playing backwards. It began to grow organs and skin. The skin was torn at places revealing the flesh and ribs and its eyes began to glow in green flames. As it stomped and roared, it began to shoot death rays out of its demonic eyes and it's roar was severe enough to shatter the nearby glass objects.

"A giant laser firing undead hippo? Well at least you're imaginative. Though I'd have preferred it if it sang and danced to the oldies instead. We could take her to Vegas and she could be the next Sinatra!"

The cultists and the hippo charged full force at Drifter. narrowly avoiding the death stare, Drifter ran up the wall and whacked a few of the madmen with his tonfas. The ones with sticks and knives were the easiest, the ones with guns were a little more difficult. Well they would be difficult if they were up against someone without shuriken. He threw a smoke bomb and through the haze the disarmed them all, the shurikens slicing the guns.

Drifter was hit with by a sonic blast from the hippo and slammed face first into a brick wall. He was lucky his mask protected him otherwise he'd have had a broken nose. He saw the cult leader on top of the beast.

"You'll see, you'll all see! Taweret along with I her most loyal prophet will save this world. I shall be her husband and we shall rule the world! All hail king Leslie!" the leader said, not laughing maniacally but in a dead serious tone. The speech may have even been intimidating if it wasn't so stupid.

"You're name is Leslie? And I thought you had enough problems with your life. Is this a way at getting back at your folks then? Wait wait wait, you wanna do what to that hippo?"

There was no answer, although there never was an answer to questions like that. Not for Drifter anyways. The hippo shot its lasers at Drifter. The burning of it all was intense, but at least his costume was heat resistant and fire proof. He just managed to roll out of the way when Leslie pulled out a gun and shot at him. The bullet actually split some the hair that was dangling in the battle. A close call, Drifter should have been faster than that. He needed to train more. He doubted that would have happened to Robin. But then again his hair was shorter and spiked, not like Drifter's.

[Beast Boy]

In the middle of attempting to get some attention from a group of cute girls, Beast Boy pushed himself onto his hind legs, wagging his spotted tail, and barked. Emboldened by their delight, he also walked a few steps like that before his current form demanded he put his feet back down, and strutted in front of the girls as they cooed over him. Wagging his tail furiously, he licked at the hands that started petting him, eliciting more squeals of delight.

Unfortunately, the fun was not to last. His ears perked as he heard some weird sounds, but he couldn’t identify them while surrounded by chattering girls, so he squirmed his way out between their legs and trotted a few steps away, standing at attention with his ears perked. “Aw, come back, puppy! C’mere!”

Unable to just leave them hanging, he shifted to his human form, and saluted them casually over his shoulder. “Uhh, maybe later?” Taking off at a run, he waved a hand at them. “I do kittens, too!” Leaping into the air, he changed into a hawk and used the momentum to get himself flying well so he could zoom toward the sounds—rapidly getting more alarming as he got closer and whatever was happening progressed—and circled over the alley to get an idea of what was going on before diving down and shifting back to human next to what appeared to be the good guy in this scenario. If the crazy man standing on the undead hippo was shooting at someone, Beast Boy could make a good guess as to the line here.

“Dude! Not cool.” His ears flattened as he glared at the offending maniac. “I don’t think her father would approve of that.” Changing into a hippo himself, Beast Boy roared and charged, aiming to dislodge the villain from his perch. After all, the hippo hadn’t done anything wrong.

[Drifter]

Drifter turned his head to figure out who came in with the dialogue. The voice was higher pitched and and kind of raspy as well. Much too young a voice to come from any of the bad guys so he had to know who was entering the fray. It was another hippo but Drifter was not alarmed. This one was different, it wasn't rotting and glowing for one thing and better yet it was green. As he fought some minions he watched as it tried its hardest to knock the man off the back of the beast without hurting the animal. A futile attempt Drifter thought seeing as the zombie hippo already looked like it was in pain. It wasn't even supposed to be alive. But he would worry about that later. Right now he had to stop the rampage. But first, more snark.

"Huh, I wonder who you could be? Green, can shape change into any animal, you wouldn't happen to be Speedy by any chance?" he said jokingly.

It was obvious who he was, the boy was green, not many kid heroes who were green. It was funny though because when he saw him in the news when he was with Doom Patrol they made him wear a mask anyways. Drifter always thought that was weird. But now after fighting a giant pig demon with a girl who hangs in the shadows and now an Egyptian Hippo cult his definition of weird had changed dramatically.

The resurrected beast blasted at Beast Boy with it's death ray eyes and pounded at the ground. It wasn't happy, of course that would be expected considering the circumstances. It then charged at the Green giant at full force while cult leader Leslie kept on shooting. He had a wild look in his eyes, "Stay out of the way green one! I wish to make this world beautiful again for all the animals!"

The hippo screamed and the sound waves shot Drifter into a fire escape, the rail going right into his back. The pain was blinding and he winced. He would be okay, he knew how to handle pain and he could tell nothing was broken and there were no rushing fluids around there so he was good. Well he wasn't good but he'd do fine. Leslie's bullet ricocheted off Drifter's left tonfa and Drifter ran up the wall and flipped over behind the walking dead animal.

"You know Leslie this really isn't the first choice that I'd have in mind if you wanted to be a nature activist. Instead of going loony toons on us you could have joined the ASPCA, Green Peace, or something. But no, instead you started a cult dedicated to bringing back an Egyptian hippo goddess of life! I don't see this thing granting much life." Drifter said as he tried to get on top of the animal to remove the lunatic.

"You just can't see my brilliance! None of you can!" he screamed as he made his ride throw Drifter off.

Drifter then threw some smoke bombs to distract them and he shot upward and swung on his grapnel gun. As he got back on the monster he disarmed Leslie in the haze of smoke and punched him out. Now he had to worry about the monster. The hippo screamed again and it shattered the lights of a nearby lamppost. Drifter had to cover his ears to protect himself and he lost his balance and fell once more. It started running into the street and smashing cars.

[Beast Boy]

There really wasn’t a great way to try to dislodge the maniac without hurting the hippo, unfortunately, but at least hippos could take a beating. So, Beast Boy tried to get in close enough to body slam the zombie, but he hadn’t counted on the lasers. Abruptly shifting into a jay, he shrieked what would be a “yipe!” if he had a human mouth, and frantically flew out of the way of the beams. Once they stopped, he shifted again but this time into an elephant and charged again, only to be met by the hippo. They pushed against each other for a few moments, Beast Boy unconsciously holding back just a little, only wanting to harm the man on its back and not the poor, tortured animal.

The scream pierced his large ears, and Beast Boy shifted back to human after the shock was absorbed into his bulk and leathery hide, turning his pinky around in his ear and wincing as he staggered back. His ears were ringing, and he was mostly concerned with staying out of the way of the rampaging hippo and the shooting maniac until his head was clear again.

“Dude, did you even hear yourself?” he asked as he shook his head. “You’re talking about improving the world for animals while standing on a zombie—” Then, he looked up to see the guy passed out on the ground with the good guy standing over him. “Hippo.” Frowning, he started over to at least find out who the other guy was—and make a snide remark about being mistaken for Speedy—when the hippo ran off into the street. “Yipe!” he yelped, glancing at the unknown hero when he fell over, but no time for that now.

Shifting into a cheetah, he ran off after the hippo. Once in front of her, he shifted into a crocodile and bellowed, hoping to get her attention rather than the cars. Instinct was pretty powerful, after all, and it worked—but better than Beast Boy had thought. His eyes widened as the zombie barreled down at him, opening her mouth of blunt but frighteningly stout teeth, and screamed. Crocodiles, surprisingly, had really good hearing, actually, so as he got slammed into a brick wall from the sound waves, he was dazed by the sound and shifted back to human. “She’s distracted,” he mumbled, lifting a hand. “Quick, call the zoo.”

[Drifter]

"Forget the zoo we need an exorcist!" Drifter shouted as he ran after it. He swung from building to building with his grapnel-guns, one in each hand, the wind in his hair. He should do this more often he thought to himself. Not the fighting the runaway monster part, the swinging around bit.He threw some flash grenades in the path of the hippo and as they exploded the light frightened it into another alleyway. This was a good move Drifter thought to himself.

He had the animal stay away from the populated parts of the city and kept in a small space so it couldn't turn around and hit him. He or Beast Boy just had to find a way to stop it now. He considered just letting it run until it tired out but since it was reanimated it probably didn't tire or get lactic acid to cramp its muscles. Also, even if it would tire out eventually, he wouldn't know exactly how long that would take for a normal hippo let alone one that got a jolt of voodoo in it. He wasn't sure whether or not to feel sorry for it. He wasn't heartless and he loved animals but Drifter wasn't even sure what it was anymore. It could be no longer something that could be relatable, he may just be adding personification to the creature. However Beast Boy seemed dead certain in looking for the best in the girl.

True Beast Boy said nothing of the sort at least not aloud anyways. But the body language told him all Drifter needed to know. He had a sense of determination in him that Drifter didn't have until the though came to him as well. This thing, it may still have feelings and thought and not just the instinctive need to survive.

"So does this sort of thing happen with you too Green dude or is this really as strange it gets? I mean just the other day I had to fight some pig demon man who grew so tall he crashed through the roof of the mall. This happen to you guys?"

Unfortunately the alleyway had a large open space now and it turned around and screamed, throwing Drifter into some trash cans. He panted and tried to catch his breath. He needed to think of a plan but he couldn't just let the thing keep running.

"Hey! Keep him busy for me! I've got a plan!" he said lying through his teeth. He had no idea what to do but he lied so well Beast Boy wouldn't notice. As the undead hippo was being held off, Drifter would come up with a plan.

[Beast Boy]

Beast Boy picked himself up and shook his head, his tongue lolling out much like a dog as he cleared his head, then he shifted to a cheetah and ran after the rampaging zombie, thankfully back out of the street. At least that part was going right again, although he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to capture the thing. They may just have to resort to killing it. Uh. Again. She was supposed to be dead, after all, even though he cringed at the idea.

“What happened to Speedy?” he asked, skidding to a stop next to the stranger hero and shifting back to human. “Though, between you and me, I’m way better looking.” He smoothed his spiky hair back, grinning with his bright white fangs in what was at least supposed to be an appealing way. Turning (somewhat) serious again, Beast Boy held up one hand and counted on his fingers. “Well, there was the giant moth that had been Starfire’s pet. A slime guy who drinks toxic waste. A mind-controlled, half-robot giant squid. A—uh, no dude, this is not as weird as it gets,” Beast Boy summed up as the hippo started to turn, running out of time to list freaky enemies.

When the hippo opened its mouth, he shifted into a cockroach, letting himself get slammed safely against the wall and opening his wings to buzz down to the ground before shifting back to human in indecision about what to do. The command was a familiar one, so Beast Boy didn’t even try to question it or look to see if the guy knew what he was doing. Irrelevant: Beast Boy was often a distraction. “Right!” Changing into a wolf, Beast Boy darted forward, snarling and snapping at the hippo’s feet, being sure to keep well away from those huge teeth. He chomped down on a hind leg of the beast, then darted away, whimpering and rubbing his tongue against a paw before shifting and scrubbing at it with his hands. “Rotting hippo! That is nasty!” Looking up, he saw the hippo bearing down on him and tilted his ears back. “Uh-oh.” Just before he got stomped, he changed into a hummingbird and darted out of the corner.

[Drifter]

"Well at least you're look is inspired I'll say that much. At least you don't slap on a domino mask and different letter on your costume and call it a day. I'm sure the girls go for the short green and raspy guy all the time!" he said jokingly. He didn't mean it in a mean-spirited way or anything. He had never met Speedy so the joke was superficial at best. Also, at least Beast Boy looked unique and he was still younger than the others. Drifter imagined that he'd grow into his looks. Or he would be short,fat, and bald but he was leaning towards the first one.

A light bulb finally managed to spark inside his head as he started to formulate a plan. A simple one really, anyone could be able to pull it off. This was a good thing because although Drifter did not like to assume the worst of people there were rumors of Beast Boy not being the greatest in terms of planning. Of course that kind of talk stopped for the most part after he was the main Titan to take out the Brain but it was best to play it safe. He pulled out some chains and leapt back into battle. He saw Beast Boy take a bite out of the monster.

"Well if a vegan doesn't like fresh meat I doubt he'd like rotten meat. You tell me, is the phrase go green or go gray?"

He landed on top of the hippo and lassoed the chains around two nearby posts that the hippo was screaming towards. As the hippo tripped over the chain line and a part of it fell forward while its skins just sagged on down. It's skeleton shot out of its body. The pile of bones lay still for a moment but than twitched and scraped against each other. As the bones attached themselves to joints, green flashing orbs where the death eyes used to be flew out of the skin and fit themselves within the sockets of the skull. It stood on it's hind legs and roared. The bones grew even more jagged and became sharp as knives. The bones rearranged to form a new body frame.It looked similar to a knight and an action figure Drifter wanted as a child. Instead of a shield it held the snapping jawbone of the hippo.

"So is this like the second phase of a boss fight? Should we go for the brain or something? I mean would taking it out be like restoring it to normal?"

[Beast Boy]

“Hey, I’ve got sex appeal!” Beast Boy protesting, thumping his thumb on his chest defensively. “I walk on the wild side.” He shifted into a tiger to make his point, growling and posing impressively. To his credit, much more impressively than he managed in his stunted human form.

He was glad there was someone else here, though. He didn’t really do solo action very well, not that he didn’t try his best even so. But without all the gadgets and stuff, he’d just have to resort to knocking the thing out and then calling Robin. “Dude, you’ve never met someone so green.” He grinned at his joke, pleased with the number of puns that got rolled into one with that statement—certainly one of his finest. Still, the battle wasn’t over, yet, and after he was clear of the rampaging hippo, he shifted to a hawk and dove in front of the zombie’s eyes, keeping its attention while the other hero—apparently some sort of fun version of Robin, from the looks of it—managed to take it down.

Landing next to him, Beast Boy shifted back to his human form and jumped up and down. “We did it, man! That hippo is so history it turned into a fossil!” He stopped celebrating at the clattering of the bones, though, and stared, jaw dropping open and ears wilting, as the beast gained a new form. “Aw, man, we’re on like level three of the boss, now, if we count the ranty, shooty dude. This is when the main characters bust out with an awesome special move that decimates the boss! ...Whatcha got?”

[Drifter]

"I can think of something. A real limit breaker! I recommend becoming round and small. You'll be faster that way." Drifter said as he placed a sticky bomb in Beast Boy's hand. It was not sticking yet and it was not primed. The timer would activate once applied to the surface BB placed it on. Drifter threw a bunch of flash bang grenades to cover the ploy from the glowing eyes of the monster. He grabbed the green kid by the collar and belt and threw him at the only vulnerable part of the skeletal beast. He three BB at the spine.

"A real fastball special!" he said as he walked a few paces back from the estimated area of the explosion. The explosion would not be powerful enough to destroy any nearby buildings but since it was placed directly on the monster it would be destroyed. If Beast Boy was quick witted enough, he'd fly away after placing the bomb on the beast.

Some more of the cultists came after Drifter and he continued battling them as he waited for Beast Boy to signal him that the bomb was primed. One of them managed to get a hit on Drifter after he threw Beast Boy. It didn't hurt much though, they weren't exactly great fighters. As another came to punch him, he grabbed them by the arm and lifted him up and slamming him into another cultist. He threw some bolas the oncoming enemies. They wrapped around their legs and kept them incapacitated.

[Beast Boy]

Beast Boy was still giggling over the “limit breaker” reference when he suddenly found himself holding what looked an awful lot like a bomb. He blinked at it, now struggling to listen very carefully to what the other guy was saying and hoping he hadn’t missed anything important. Like a time limit or something. He winced his eyes shut, glad he wasn’t looking up when the flash bang went off, then found himself picked up and suddenly hurtling through the air.

Such events were not unusual to Beast Boy. Instinct took over, in fact, and he changed into an armadillo—big enough to hide the bomb inside the little ball, and with enough heft to have good momentum—and kept an eye on the proximity of the beast. Then, at the last moment, he changed into a sugar glider, smacked the bomb up against the first bone that presented itself—good aim on the part of her thrower, too, since that happened to be the spinal column—and immediately changed into a hummingbird so he could dart out of the way and behind a convenient dumpster for the blast.

He didn’t really know what the range of the bomb was, but apparently the guy who used them all the time wasn’t too worried—he was standing out there in full sight of it fighting the bad guys. Changing into his favorite armored dinosaur, he charged at the continued fray, hoping that his partner would figure out that him rejoining the fight meant the bomb was set, giving him a good form to fight in, and keeping him protected from any shrapnel.

[Drifter]

Drifter turned to look at Beast Boy and knew that it had been set. He jumped on top of his dinosaur form. He used a chain from his belt to lasso a cultist dangerously close to the skeleton and yanked him as hard as he could. The far end of the chains holding the cultist zipped towards Drifter as he jumped over it. The creep hit the wall and was out cold.

"You know I wish I had sunglasses to put on just as it explodes. Like a bad action film."he said jokingly.

He didn't have sunglasses but he felt like pulling off the cliche as best he could. He turned his back to the monster and started slowly walking away. Boom! There was a huge flash and crackling sound as the bones flew here and there but out of reach of anyone. Nothing but bite size bits. Even if the monster could regather itself it would be too broken to do anything. The glowing green eyes zipped in front of Beast Boy and Drifter just as they finished with the goons. The green balls merged together and turned into a bright warm, soothing golden light.

As it took form, Drifter scratched his head in confusion. The light resembled a young, ancient Egyptian girl. She was beautiful, her dark golden skin still shining through, her complexion smooth, and frame dainty. She hovered about on a cloud as she moved closer and closer to the two. She hugged and kissed them and whispered "Thank you." as she merged with the sky and evaporated.

"Ooookayyy. Is that good weird or no she was a demon hippo and let us never talk about it weird?"

[Beast Boy]

Beast Boy shifted back to human once the explosion died down, cracking up. After a second, he started dancing to a theme in his head and singing (though not well), “Cool guys don’t look at explosions. They blow things up and then walk away....” His song was interrupted (though that was okay, he didn’t remember the rest of the words anyway and was about to devolve into humming and “something something explosions” lyrics) when he saw the glow whoosh around in front of them, and he stopped in his tracks.

He stared, slack-jawed, at the pretty gorgeous Egyptian girl made of light floating in front of them. His brain started stuttering, and it would’ve made it down to his mouth if he’d been given enough time (just the stuttering, nothing comprehensible, let alone relevant), but she didn’t give them a chance. He went stiff when she hugged him, then melted into a little puddle and turned into a puppy, wagging his tail with his tongue lolling out.

Shifting back, though still sitting down with his tongue hanging out, Beast Boy’s expression soured. Around his tongue, he said, “That was ‘let’s not talk about how she was a demon hippo’ good weird, dude.” Suddenly standing up, he held out a hand, grinning with all his fangs. “Anyway! I’m Speedy—I mean, Beast Boy! Thanks for the help, ninja dude. What’s your name, anyway?”

[Drifter]

"Hello Speedy I'm Bumblebee don't you recognize your leader?But you can just call me Drifter, please just call me Drifter. You weren't too bad yourself. Do you fight zombie death animals often?" he asked trying to strike a conversation.

Today was just strange, fighting madmen and monsters are to be fair, quite common enemies for heroes, himself included. But normally they were not nearly as crazy or just downright stupid. At least he was rewarded somewhat this time. He never really got the girl or anything, he was he was usually snubbed for not being, the "other" martial arts hero who lived in the city. It was kind of a bummer but he got used to it real quickly. He imagined that it was because Robin actually had a past people knew about, he was also connected to the winged man of Gotham. In short, bird boy had the fan base and Drifter did not. Now he was not jealous of Robin or his fame, well for the most part he wasn't. He was mostly annoyed for not being taken seriously or as his own person. He was just seen as that Robin knockoff who was a knock off of another Robin knockoff.

"It's times like this I wish I had a mask covering my eyes instead of my mouth and nose. No one can make out with me after I save them with this thing on!" he said putting his hands up in the air for a moment.

"So Beast Boy, what brings you so far into town. Living in a giant monument to self-promotion on a scenic island too boring? Or did you happen to have a date or something? You did say chicks dig the color green." he said smiling under his mask. He brushed off some of the dust and rubble on his costume that was all over him from the fight.

His stomach growled slightly. He had missed lunch today and it was finally starting to sink in. He had some energy bars in his belt somewhere but he really hated the stuff.He just brought it with him for a quick boost occasionally. Something to hold him over during his long hours of patrol. However eating them now would mean that he would have to take off his mask in front of Beast Boy which was something he would not do. There was a store across the street that had something that could cover his eyes so he could at least eat while in disguise but it was not very fashionable. Beast Boy would probably love them though, they were goofy and cheesy, both right up his alley.

He shrugged, "Hey why not, I'm starving and I'm sure if Beast Boy came he would get a kick out of it." he thought to himself. "I'm starving over here how about you? The pizza place is just a few blocks away. I'm buying if you're up for it!"
He said with energy in his voice. He walked across the street into the store as fast as he could with a bag in his hand. It was a joke shop and he had Groucho Marx mask, those fake glasses with the plastic nose and mustache only these were sunglasses. He put it on his face and removed his old mask.

He frowned but uttered quietly."Must do for pizza. Must for pizza. For pizza."

[Beast Boy]

Beast Boy smacked his forehead, keeling backward a step or two dramatically. “Wow, can’t believe I did that! Sorry, man!” Grinning, he straightened up and pondered the question. “Alien animals, mutated super-animals, and occasionally robot animals, but not zombie animals, not much.” Happily, at least in his opinion. Ick. He shot a disgusted glance at the remains of the flesh that had fallen off the bones first and took one large, sideways step away from it. “Glad cleaning up after the villains isn’t usually the hero’s job.”

“Perks of not needing a mask,” Beast Boy said, pointing to his completely uncovered, fanged, pointy-eared, green face. Not a whole lot was going to keep his identity secret with a face like that. After a moment, though, he deflated. “It doesn’t really seem to matter all that much, though, with me.” If there was a guy in the Titans that girls wanted to make out with after being saved, it was Robin. Not him.

“Well, not to brag,” Beast Boy did strike a rather arrogant pose, though, at least as arrogant as he could look while being only barely over 5’ and with a dorky grin, “but I did have a few girls fawning over me before I heard all the commotion.” He didn’t mention the being a dog at the time part. They were still fawning over him, right? It wasn’t really lying or anything.

Beast Boy’s ears twitched when Drifter’s stomach growled, but he didn’t have time to make a suggestion before the freelancer offered one up himself. Perking up, he said, “Yeah, sounds great!” He started to follow Drifter, but paused in the street, confused, when he went into the shop there instead, cocking his head and looking at the example masks displayed in the window and snickering at the more outrageous ones.

When Drifter returned wearing the Groucho Marx mask, Beast Boy nearly doubled over laughing. “Dude! And here I thought you might be all serious and stuff ‘cause you do the whole martial arts thing,” and he demonstrated with some movie-magic martial poses, including a couple sound effects. “But you’re hilarious!”

[Drifter]

"Maybe somewhere out there there is a super janitor cleaning up the grand messes that heroes leave behind?He could have a magic mop or broom that was given to him from some extra dimensional order and it is fueled through will power!" Drifter replied. Why not have someone like that somewhere in the universe? There were heroes whose motifs were green light bulbs, tofu alien invaders that have actually posed threats, and a bunch of other ridiculous ideas. Superheroes have to go through a lot of dumb stuff so why can't there be a janitorial superhero somewhere? The irony of this thought was that it was only half joking. Not to say that Drifter was stupid or crazy, just a tad eccentric and random. Just an average kid in that respect, one who had trouble controlling his imagination at times. Drifter wondered if he had ADHD or something.

"So were the girls swooning over you or because you are someone in a costume or can show off what you can do? Kind of a big difference he I think." he said as he ran his fingers through his false mustache as if he were pondering the question. It worked much better if it were a goatee...and if it were real. Though to be honest, that was more attention that Drifter seemed to get. He needed a publicist, he thought to himself.

"Oh I tried the whole serious brooding angle but apparently the quota of show off super downer ninja heroes was filled to capacity by the ego and fan girls of some bird from Gotham. Funny huh? He also got the better toy deals, mine are just lawn gnomes repainted to look like me but with a beard! But his has Kung Fu grip!" he said chuckling, his breath blowing th false mustache attached to the glasses back and forth.

He had no ill will to Robin or the other Titans, he just thought that it was funny that a bright colored loud hero would come from dark , bad, Gotham and from a noncommercial loner. And yet despite looking like some color challenged circus performer, girls saw him as the dark and brooding bad boy. How much of a bad boy can you be if you run around helping old ladies cross the street?