"I’m literally trying to take over the world," Slade muttered, "and you’re arguing about whether mustard counts as a condiment?" "It’s a lifestyle choice, Slade!" Cyborg yelled.
"Guys," Robin panted, pointing at a shiny poster he’d taped over the TV. "Every real superhero has a movie. Batman has ten. Even Alfred has a gritty reboot where he fights pigeons. But us? We’re just 'those kids who sing about waffles.'"
"Finally!" Robin cheered. "A nemesis! Quick, Titans, do the cinematic combat maneuvers!"
"Titans! To the living room!" Robin yelled, somersaulting over the couch.
The battle turned into a chaotic chase through the backlot. They ran through a Western set, a space station, and accidentally ruined a scene in a rom-com. Eventually, they cornered Slade near the giant water tower.
Cyborg and Beast Boy were mid-burrito-contest, Starfire was trying to teach Silkie how to knit, and Raven was busy pretending she didn’t exist.
