Was watching a DC special with my family. My mom recognized Cyborg and asked me, "Isn't he one of your Titans?" So I had to explain about Cyborg's roster change. Then came this. They might be a little OC but I don't think it's too bad. Hope you like it.

I don't own anything. Just playing in my corner. - JM

"That was ridiculous. Seriously?! What kind of plan was that supposed to be?" Beast Boy fumed, smoothly weaving through the elevator doors before they had fully opened. "And I let you call me stupid." Cyborg was hot on his heels, roughly pushing the still moving doors open to continue after his teammate.

"I'm not the one being stupid! You're the one that can't handle listening to orders!" Cyborg snapped back. He darted ahead, stopping abruptly and solidly in front of his teammate. The end of his sentence was punctuated with a finger jabbed to the younger man's chest. If it hurt, Beast Boy wasn't about to let it show.

Honestly, it had always been hard for them to get properly upset with each other. There was just too much familiarity, too much understanding between them. But just because they have a hard time fighting didn't mean it never happened. Maybe it was that it always took so much for any argument to start that made their clashes so horrific.

"Listen?!" Beast Boy's harsh laughter held no humor. "Who on earth do you think you are?" The shapeshifter glared darkly, moving to pass the roadblock his teammate had become. "You cannot order me around. You aren't in charge, especially not of me. Not now or ever or anything. Now get out of my way." He and Cyborg were too wrapped up in their argument to care if the rest of the team was around.

Which was not going to happen. They had learned to recognize the storm before it hit. The phenomenon was rare, but the others had learned to hide from the fallout.

They don't have ignorable squabbles or petty disagreements. They fight about things that can't be changed or fixed. Not about who lost what but what is lost and won't be returned. The emotional foundation of the team faltered when Beast Boy and Cyborg found themselves at odds.

But that's nothing unusual now. The ground under Beast Boy's feet hadn't felt stable for weeks.

"Watch your tone smart ass! Nobody talks to me like that. Do you understand me?" Cyborg roared at his teammate, throwing out wide arms out to block his way. With their height difference, it's not really much of an obstacle. But it's the thought that counts after all.

"I told you, you don't get to order me around!" Beast Boy ground out. Ducking under his teammate's arm wasn't going to happen. Just the idea of showing that kind of quarter set him even more on edge.

"If I tell you something, you had better be listening to what I'm saying! It doesn't matter if I'm not in charge!" Cyborg roared in his face. Beast Boy could feel his own expression responsively curling into a snarl. Gathering up all the frustration and emotion of the past few weeks to throw in his best friend's face is soothing. It's what Cyborg deserved. But that's not right. He shouldn't enjoy this. The fact he did made him even more irate.

"You don't give me orders!" Beast Boy spat out furiously, pushing into Cyborg's personal space. "Robin is the one that gives the orders on this team. Not you!"

"I just told you to listen when I'm talking to you!" Cyborg shoved him back a step in response. One that he immediately took again and then another. And another so his teammate had to crane his neck downwards to keep eye contact. Cyborg had always been so much bigger than him, bigger than all of them. Like a highschooler playing with first graders, apparently he was always in a different league.

"And I told you to get the hell out of my way. Move." It doesn't matter if he's smaller, lesser than his teammate. He's stared death down without flinching. If Cy wanted to get in his face, he's not about to back down.

"Not until you admit that you screwed everything up." This was his out. Cyborg was giving him an exit. He could just apologize and this can be over. They would forgive and Cy would forget. At the end of it, things would be okay for everyone that mattered.

"You think I screwed everything up?!" But he's not backing down. This wasn't his fault. He wasn't going to blink first.

"YES! When you decide to cop some insane attitude and start going rogue on a mission…" Cyborg wanted to hit him. He can see it. His friend talks with his hands, but not now. Now those normally expressive hands are tight, shaking fists. He's waiting for it, basically begging for it now. It wouldn't be the first time they had gotten physical during an argument like this. But it would be the first time in a very long time.

"I wasn't going rogue! I got the damn job done, right?! What difference does it make that I didn't follow your dumbass plan?" He wants to get hit so he can fight back. Wants to run, fly, whatever. Just as long as he has some action to take. He's sick of sitting around and stewing in this mess.

"Because you aren't goddamn Batman! You're a Titan, and Titans…" He cuts Cyborg off immediately. This isn't his fault and there is no way he's going to take this.

"Don't you dare stand there and act like you actually care about this team anymore." The sentence was stilted but horrifically powerful. Cyborg's face goes slack for a moment before his scowl returns. But that moment is all he needs. "You are the last person on earth who gets to tell me how to be a Titan." He wasn't going to bring it up.

Play the supportive friend? Fine. Sulk? Yes. Argue? Apparently so. But he's not going to stand here and listen to this.

"Of cour…" Cyborg tried, righteous fury and arguments ready and waiting. But it's too late for that. He's already won. And he hates it.

They've always been partners. Always and always and always. When Cyborg went on his first patrol, Beast Boy was his guide. When Beast Boy demolished obstacle course records, Cyborg picked out the best pieces of shrapnel for souvenirs. Cyborg had his back in everything, without question or fail. They were a team within a team. But that didn't mean anything now.

"No. You know what, you're right! This is all my fault. You, the wise Justice Leaguer, have shown me the error of my ways." Beast Boy's voice cracked high with sarcasm and emotion. "Gee thanks mister for taking the time to set me straight. If only someday I could be half the hero you are!" The childish imitation was made complete with a tooth rotting smile that he knows won't reach his eyes. It's okay though. The anger had long since drained from Cy's slate and scarlet gaze too. "I'm gonna go tell my best friend how I got to meet a Justice Leaguer! Oh wait…"

His eyes are stinging. He still hasn't blinked. That's the only reason.

"Beast Boy…" Cyborg's open armed stance isn't a challenge any more. The fire is all gone out now. There's still something painful in his old friend's expression. Maybe his chest is aching too. But not likely.

"Just…just tell me you didn't say yes right when they asked you. You told them you had to think about it. Or they had to show you around the Watchtower. Or…or you wouldn't answer until they gave you the best parking space or something. Just say you didn't drop us at the first possible chance." His voice is shaking, isn't it? But he still hasn't blinked and that's what has to count.

The answer doesn't come easy. Cyborg, always so sure and reassuring, fumbles for words and explanations. Just like that, he doesn't blame the Doom Patrol for hating the Titans anymore. He gets it now.

"You know what, forget it. Have fun. Make out with Wonder Woman. Whatever."