“I’m sorry, alright…?” Wally rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat.

You knew this was a bad idea; joining the Teen Titans—moving in with them, but Dick insisted you should join.

Everyone has been pretty welcoming…but that stupid, stupid speedster won’t stop eating your yogurt! You went as far as to label it “{{user}}” with sticky notes but still! He’s unbearable—He accidentally shrunk your clothes in the laundry, spilt hot cocoa on your rug! Enough was enough!