Knowing when to shut up

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor do I make any money from this fictional writing.

See-More said Jinx had decided to go off on her own for a little while. She didn’t say where, or for how long, but that she was going off, and that was that.

It was clear that See-More really didn’t want to discuss the subject.

Nonetheless, it didn’t matter too much to the Hive Five anyway. They were too busy that night rebuilding everything Kid Flash wrecked to suddenly transform into overbearing Moms and worry about Jinx spending a little time by herself. Gizmo in particular was having a field day with thinking up new insults for the speedster. Mammoth helped for roughly an hour, had dinner, and then went to bed. No one was going to argue to him that he didn’t do his fair share of the work. Getting an hour out of him to help with cleaning up and reconstruction was actually quite unexpected for the Hive Five. Two dozen Billies worked at the mess, putting things back in their place, and letting Gizmo to fixing all the mechanical piles around, because, as he put it: “I don’t trust you snotpickin’ losers with anything more advanced than a Dell Desktop anyway.” Kid Wicked chipped in as well, distracting himself from the work by thinking of other things he wanted to do that night.

After enough work was done that everyone was sick of it for the night, Gizmo went to bed, as did See-More.

Billy laid in bed for about thirty minutes, became bored out of his mind, and headed over to the living room.

Not on guard from Kid Flash or any other superheroes at the moment, Billy wasn’t in his usual garb. The black shades and red costume were left messily on his floor. He ruffled his short hazel hair, making it slightly less messy than before. He rubbed the skin around his plain brown eyes, blinked twice, paused, blinked twice again, and started back on his way to the living room, patting down his white t-shirt and beat up blue jeans as he walked.

When he got there, the TV was already on. Specifically, cartoons were on the TV. Bright, colorful images jumped across the screen. The volume was faint, presumably so as not to wake the others up, but Billy was still able to make out the mad voice of Daffy Duck arguing with Bugs Bunny. Billy peered forward, getting a closer look at the cartoons, and then to the side, glancing to the couch.

Sitting down, remote in hand, with a closed mouth smile stretching from ear to ear was Kid Wicked.

“Wicked?” Billy said, stretching over the couch, getting ready to sit down.

Wicked snapped suddenly out of his personal zone with the TV, tilting his head towards Billy, with a smaller, more embarrassed smile on his face. He hadn’t expected anyone else to still be up. Billy sat himself down on the pillow to the right of Wicked’s.

“Heh. Ah was plannin’ on getting up an’ watchin’ Dirty Harry.” Billy said, rolling his tongue around his mouth.

Wicked bit his lip a little, and looked at Billy. Silently, he tried to communicate ‘Do you want to change it?’

“Naw, s’okay where it is, Wicked. Cartoons are fine.” Billy replied, reassuringly.

From there, the only noise was the voices and sound effects emerging from the tv (Along with the occasional despised commercial), as well as Billy’s little commentary, unable to keep himself quiet for too long. Wicked didn’t mind. Having someone to listen to, even if, at times, all they were doing was rambling, was rather nice.

As the hours dragged on, Billy lost some of his energy, slumping over to the side slowly. Eventually, at somewhere around 1 in the morning, his head was in Wicked’s lap, using it as a rest for his body. Cartoons were still on, but Billy couldn’t tell what exactly the program was. The screen was a hazy blur to him. Wicked, on the other hand, had his red-eyes trained on the TV, sometimes switching over to give Billy a smirk, pitying his inability to become nocturnal like Wicked can be when he so desired.

Billy’s eyes were glazed over, his attention no where in particular, and his breathing slow and steady.

It was interrupted in a panic when Wicked casually leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

Any thoughts running through Billy’s mind at that moment, beyond ‘eyes widen and pupils dilate’, were completely incomprehensible.