#humanitysbridge

Using an app on his phone to put a filter over his voice, he calls Vic from a blocked number. “Greetings, Cortana. I am calling to tell you that you are a, and I quote the urban diciontary, ‘punk ass bitch’ if you really belived that Carter would not visit you during the holidays. You will find him at the home of your surprior counterpart. AKA the Apple Store. He needed,” he’s ruining it - he’s ruining it because he can’t stop laugh, “to get you a present so he thought he would buy you a fancy new case at the Apple Store. Hopefully you like the phrase ‘live love laugh’ because it is gonna take 1000 of them to cover your whole body.” Getting his laughter out of his system with one last rather loud outburst, he takes the filter off. “Okay but seriously. I’m here. But not at the Apple Store. I’m grabbing pizza. What toppings do you want? Also I got you a real gift. No takebacksies. I lost the receipt. You have to accept it.”

While it had been great to reconnect with the Doom Patrol and even get on good terms with Steve, the changeling was itching to get back to the Titans. It had been months and he felt like he’d changed so much, in more ways than one. He was eager to see what his friends thought of him now and to just see them again in general. Wanting to keep his new look and arrival a surprise, Beast Boy didn’t tell the Titans when exactly he was returning. He wanted to see the looks on their faces when he just showed up looking drastically different than when he left. The downside to this plan was the chance that they may not all be there when he returned. Lo and behold, the only Titan he saw in the main ops room was Cyborg. Ahh... his best bro. Time to show him how much he cared.

to say he was excited would be putting it far, far too lightly.

gar scrambled out of the tower elevator and took the hall at a full sprint. the jump city farmer's market sounded like a strange thing to be so energetic and hyped up about, but anyone who thought that had NO idea just how sweet the jump city farmer's market was. especially this time of year!! which, again, sounded a little silly, but. surrounded by homemade pies? fresh, piping hot apple cider?? all sorts of warm feel good foods and the last of the autumn crops?

he could barely contain himself. and that's probably why he didn't think twice about springing onto the top of the t-car and sliding across it on his hands and knees. he came to a stop right above the windshield, ears fully forward and expression beaming as he craned himself to get a look at vic.

   She’s decided she likes Titans Tower more than the monastery. Even if the Titans ‘grown-up’ talks were still just as boring. It’s alright, she’s content in her little hidey space under a table. Time flew by with enough paper and crayons. Melvin put her hand out from the tablecloth to try and feel for a lost crayon when she touched something much harder and colder than the floor. Poking her head out from the little space, Melvin’s eyes widened as she realized she had been patting part of Cyborg’s foot in her search. 

dick: she’s causing problems again vic: have u considered the YEET technique? thE TECHYEET

she ready --