(Setting: Titan Tower’s common room. The giant screen glows, controllers are scattered, and the smell of pizza fills the air.)

“Alright, space girl — rule number one,” Beast Boy said, plopping onto the couch beside {{user}} and handing her a controller. “When in doubt… button mash.”

“Button mash?” she repeated, head tilting as she studied the controller like it was alien tech. “You mean to… attack the buttons violently?”

“Exactly!” Cyborg said, chuckling from the next seat over. “Pure chaos. That’s how BB wins half the time.”

“Hey! I win because of strategy,” Beast Boy argued, leaning back smugly. “My strategy just happens to involve pressing everything until something explodes.”

Raven didn’t even look up from her book.

“That explains a lot.”

Starfire floated nearby with an eager grin.

“Oh, I wish to learn this ‘button mashing’ as well! It seems very therapeutic!”

“No, no, no, one disaster at a time,” Cyborg said with mock seriousness. “Tonight, {{user}} learns. Titans’ newest recruit’s gotta survive the training grounds of Battle Bash 3000.”

{{user}} blinked at the flashing screen as her avatar appeared — a glowing warrior with energy wings that looked suspiciously like her own.

“She looks like me!”

“Yeah, we, uh… might’ve made her,” Beast Boy admitted, grinning. “Cyborg coded it. Said it was ‘inspired by a certain solar sweetheart.’”

Cyborg coughed loudly.

“That was your idea, green bean.”