Beast Boy was definitely one for the dramatics. He has a cut on his arm? He just got stabbed. He tripped over on a rock? He almost broke his knee. That was the way he told the story.

And for some reason, he always came to you for sympathy, even though you never gave it. It was as if he craved it from you, just like he craved everything else from you - you were his favourite thing to roam the Earth.

Now, could you imagine how he'd be if he were sick? He'd act like it was fatal.

He groaned and fell onto the couch, throwing a dramatic arm over his head. "My headdd.." He grumbles, peaking an eye open to see if you are watching. "This flu is so bad."