So we all know that BB is a vegetarian. The Titans know BB is a vegetarian. But that doesn't mean that fact is common knowledge to anybody else. Or: potentially the ultimate prank to ever pull on somebody. Control Freak because I think he's a lot of fun to mess with. I've been writing this for almost a week during the wee hours of the morning. Please enjoy!
I don't own the Titans. Thank you. - J
Control Freak looked as a cucumber.
At least, he did if you didn't know what to look for. It was very subtle. Overgrown eyebrows slightly raised. Chapped lips turned down at the corners. Fingertips twitching erratically. Sweat beading across a high forehead. Until you looked closely, you wouldn't see the villain's nervousness. Who wouldn't be on edge? It wasn't everyday you got transported from prison to Titans Tower after all.
"Hmm." Cyborg scanned a page in the file thoughtfully. He leaned back in the small chair, getting comfortable as he read. He slung his feet up onto the remaining empty chair in the room. "Uh oh," He clucked his tongue thoughtfully, shaking his head at some detail. "That's definitely not good."
"What's not good?" Control Freak had never faced an interrogation from the Titans themselves. He had never been brought to the Tower before either. He was right to be nervous. The portly villain had willingly walked into the lion's den.
Cyborg glanced up from the file to the criminal handcuffed to the other side of the interrogation table. He held Control Freak's gaze steadily for a few seconds, face intentionally unreadable. The villain caved quickly, blinking as he looked away. Cyborg scoffed and returned his attention to the file. Carelessly, he flipped another page over and continued to read.
Control Freak fidgeted a little in his chair. After a few silent minutes passed, he cleared his throat uncertainly, "So, umm, are you gonna ask me questions or something?" He tried to twist his thick wrists in their bonds but there was no give. He wasn't going anywhere.
"Eventually." Cyborg's eyes never left the pages of the file as he answered. The metallic hero nodded at the empty chair he was currently using as foot stool. "We don't interview alone."
"The mighty Titans use the buddy system?" Control Freak scoffed. "So does that make you the good cop, bad cop, or stupid cop? Or maybe just the ugly one?" Frustratingly, Cyborg didn't rise to the bait. He grinned at something printed on the page. Control Freak craned his thick neck in an attempt to see. Cyborg noticed and pointed out what had amused him.
"Is this really your IQ score?" Control Freak's pudgy shoulders barely had time to puff in pride before Cyborg began laughing. It was the polite sort of laugh you might give a child who didn't realize how ignorant they really were. The kind of condescending laughter that made Control Freak's fingers itch for his remote.
"Oh yeah? You think you can do better Bucket Face?" He ground out furiously. Cyborg simply shuffled the papers back into order. He set the file down on the table between them, still smiling broadly.
"There was a disturbance as you were being brought here. We'll be able to get started soon." Cyborg said smoothly as he ignored the villain's question. Control Freak slumped in his metal chair.
They sat silently for a few minutes. Control Freak tried glaring daggers at the cybernetic hero, feigning boredom, and even malevolent snickering. But Cyborg was a steel wall. Nothing seemed able to intimidate or throw the hero off his focus.
The heavy door opened with a bang. Control Freak had been prepared with a quip for whoever came through. The Titans were going to need to do better than a dramatic entrance to unsettle him, the great Control Freak! Cyborg's flawless stone wall approach was barely good enough to get him nervous.
A tiger big enough to fuel nightmares roughly shouldered its way through the doorway. Of course Beast Boy would be Cyborg's partner. The scrawny hero taking a more intimidating form was an obvious tactical decision. That was all expected. The copious amount of dark liquid soaked into the animal's muzzle was not. Oversized paws and teeth were stained from obviously violent and recent use. Light green fur quickly lost any kind of humor when it suddenly became black.
The animal's hulking frame melted slowly back into the form Control Freak was more familiar with. Sharp canines shrank back into a human mouth that was still discolored from whatever or whomever he had ripped to pieces. The lower half of Beast Boy's face was still drenched in the dark liquid. It spread upwards, covering the bridge of his nose while droplets glinted darkly across his forehead. He smiled apologetically, leaning heavily on the table's edge.
"Sorry. They just didn't know when to stay down!" Beast Boy laughed brightly, drawing a hand across his mouth. The fluid just smeared even more across his face. "And this was a new uniform too. Raven's gonna kill me, it's her week to do laundry." Control Freak's stomach flipped when he saw the shapeshifter's gloves. The grey fabric had been soaked in whatever he had destroyed. Only the thickly rolled sleeves had remained unstained.
"It's alright man. Better than being stuck here babysitting. Besides, we haven't been waiting too long." Cyborg smiled, scooping up the file from the table again. "Control Freak has nowhere else to be. Right, Control Freak?" He couldn't get his mouth to work. His mind seemed fixated on the smears left on the pristine table top from the hero's gloves.
"Then let's get this done fast. I'm starving." Beast Boy snagged the file from his teammate's hands and walking slowly around the table. Every step was accompanied by a sickly wet squelch. Control Freak didn't have to look to know the shapeshifter was leaving behind dark footprints on the concrete floor.
"I...I don't care. You're never going to get anything from me!" He stammered his answer, but couldn't muster up the usual bravado. Control Freak focused as much as he could on Cyborg, the light hanging from the ceiling, how the handcuffs were making his wrists sweat. Anything but the sound of those squishing steps.
"We aren't trying to get anything from you. We just wanna talk, right B?" Cyborg said calmly, stretching his arms above his head. The shapeshifter laughed in agreement and dropped the dirtied file onto Control Freak's outstretched arms.
"Of course dude! See, Control Freak, we were looking over your file and saw this." He flinched involuntarily as the younger boy grasped his shoulder as he leaned in. Beast Boy pointed at a specific line on a page. The words were immediately blurred away, lost beneath the stain. "You said you designed and created your control all by yourself?"
Control Freak sincerely hoped he was imagining the sensation of something wet and warm seeping into the shoulder of his jacket. Cyborg sat up straight in his chair and rested his elbows on the table top. Control Freak could feel the hero's mismatched eyes scanning his face for information. He nodded, doing his best to keep his face calm and neutral.
"That's what we thought. So we were pretty surprised when we took that remote apart and found a xynothium core." Cyborg's tone was still casual, but his human eye grew just a little harder. "Unless you have some way to produce one of the rarest and most unstable elements in the world in your mom's basement, I'm pretty sure you didn't make that on your own."
The unasked question hung in the air thickly. Beast Boy hopped up to sit on the tabletop next to Control Freak. The chubby villain chanced another glance at the hero. His over-active imagination had probably gotten the worst of him. Beast Boy was just a little dirty from whatever fight he had been in. He didn't look like he had killed something.
Control Freak was partially right. Beast Boy didn't look like he had killed something. He looked like he had ripped the throat of out something with his teeth, slashed open it's stomach, and enjoyed every moment of it.
Not only were his sneakers soaked, but the shins and knees of Beast Boy's uniform shone with the dark liquid. Scattered patches and streaks of his black uniform gleamed under the ceiling light. The bright splash of purple on his chest had turned black and slick. The stain just kept growing larger, spreading downwards and highlighting a lot of previously hidden muscle. Control Freak had the frightening realization that the scrawny boy could probably kick his butt without changing form or breaking a sweat. And that Cyborg wouldn't have an issue letting it happen.
"If you give up your supplier, we might be able to pull some strings." Cyborg propositioned. "Tell us where you got the xynothium from Control Freak. Trust me, it'll make our job simpler, which will make your life much easier." Control Freak instinctively tried to pull away from the table, only to be drawn back down by the handcuffs.
"No way man! I'm..."A large viscous droplet traced its way down the shapeshifter's jugular. "...I'm not a snitch. You want a tattle tale? You got the wrong guy!"
Thin shoulders drew back. Smile just big enough to show faintly stained fangs. Wide eyes narrowed, growing cold. It was very subtle. You wouldn't have noticed the change from boy to predator unless you were looking.
"You sure about that dude?" The warmth had leeched away from Beast Boy's voice when he spoke. There was no hint at humor or mercy left. Control Freak hadn't realized how totally defenseless he was until that second. Handcuffed to a table and locked inside a room with the equivalent of the entire pissed off animal kingdom was sitting inches from his head.
Control Freak wasn't a wimp though. He was tough. He could hold out against the Titans.
He opened his mouth to snap off a witty retort just as Beast Boy's pupils dilated into slits.
Robin waited patiently outside the interrogation room. This never took very long. Within a minute of Beast Boy entering, the door opened wide.
Beast Boy, still covered in hydraulic fluid from the brawl with Johnny Rancid's former 'pet', led the way. The shapeshifter's smug grin was a huge contrast from Control Freak. The villain was trembling, fresh tear tracks covering his chubby cheeks. Cyborg's firm grip on his handcuffed arm seemed to be the only thing that kept him moving. The tall hero was trying unsuccessfully to stifle an enormous smile.
"Well?" asked Robin. He already knew the answer before Beast Boy answered. The animorph handed his leader a paper covered with smudged fingerprints and shaky handwriting.
"It's Chang, like you figured. Here's your written confession and villain back." Robin smiled as he looked over the paper. There were definitely a few large tears mixed in with the ink in several places. "Took about a minute and fifteen seconds. Good job Beast Boy, Cyborg." He glanced up just in time to see Beast Boy's focus turn back to Control Freak. The nerdy criminal's trembling grew worse as the closer Beast Boy came.
"Thanks for helping dude. Too bad you can't stay." Beast Boy's voice was warm, but his body language was frigidly intimidating. It was brief, but Robin caught a glimpse of darkened irises and slitted pupils. So had Control Freak.
"Don't let him eat me!" The overweight criminal's knees gave out as he screamed. "Please, please, please! I'll do anything! Just don't let him eat me!" Control Freak tried to scuttle behind Cyborg's legs, watery eyes flashing desperately towards Robin.
The sight of Control Freak blubbering on the floor was too much. Beast Boy's imposing act collapsed into wild giggles. Cyborg tried to hide his smile as he hauled the portly villain upright. Robin just shook his head in disbelief, pressing the button to call the elevator.
"Beast Boy isn't going to eat you. He's a vegetarian." Robin's statement made Control Freak freeze. His expression was caught between confusion, terror, and anger. It was also apparently hilarious to the shapeshifter, who dissolved into another fit of laughter.
"...he's...vegetarian..." He mumbled brokenly. Robin nodded, finally beginning to grin as the elevator doors opened wide. He and Cyborg almost had to drag the stunned villain inside, Beast Boy close on their heels. Control Freak scooted as far away as possible from the laughing shapeshifter, keeping Robin between them.
"Yes. He's a vegetarian. No meat." Robin explained patiently. Control Freak just stared blankly at all three of them as the elevator slowly began to move. Cyborg snorted with amusement at the villain's unfocused gaze.
"Seriously, does he," Cyborg gestured towards his best friend. Beast Boy's laughter was completely out control now. He was clutching desperately at the elevator handrail to keep from falling over. "really look like he'd eat somebody?The smell of bacon being cooked makes him gag."
If Control Freak's expression was anything to go off of, the villain's mind had shut down.
"Don't feel too bad." Robin couldn't keep his amusement out of his voice as he spoke. "You're the fifth person to beg for mercy from the man-eating vegetarian."