The Art of Language.

Jericho wandered into the lounge of the Titans East tower and paused. Mas and Menos were having a heated competition on the Game Station 2 consol and it was starting to get ugly. Joey noticed that Speedy seemed oblivious to this as he leaned back on the couch, drumming to a beat in his mind. Joey didn't know that the archer was also a musician. He wandered over and tapped his shoulder to get his attention.

"You drum?" he signed.

"Yep," Roy replied. "Learned how to on the reservation." Both boys glanced over at the Spanish speaking twins as they suddenly erupted with what they were sure was a rant about something or other. Roy cocked an eyebrow at Garth who was chuckling softly as the twins ranted. "Now what are they mouthing off about?"

"They're bemoaning the fact that you can understand sign language just fine, but that you don't know a lick of Spanish. Even though you grew up not far from the Mexican border," the Atlantean answered.

"I grew up speaking Dine Bizaad on the reservation," Roy snorted. "As for knowing how to sign…a kid on the reservation was deaf. We learned so we could talk with him."

"Din…what?"

"Dine Bizaad, the Navajo dialect that my adoptive tribe speaks," Roy replied. "English is technically my third language," he added. "I had to basically learn it all over again when I met Green Arrow."

"You're good with languages," Joey signed to Garth. Garth frowned as he tried to decipher what the mute had said. He was still learning sign language.

"He said; you're good with languages," Roy smirked.

"A side effect of my telepathy I think," Garth shrugged. "Hey! Knock it off!" he suddenly scolded the twins who'd broken into a full on brawl on the other end of the couch.

"Que idiota estaba haciendo trampa!" Menos accused, pointing to his twin.

"No estaban prestando atención!" Mas countered.

"Want to feel your blood go backwards?" Garth threatened darkly when the twins looked like they were about to start throwing punches again. They glanced up at the Atlantean holding his hands up in their general direction and gulped.

"Nope. Estamos bien!" they chirped.

"He can't do that, can he?" Joey asked.

"He can," Roy replied. "Knocks you on your ass and hurts like hell. He nailed me on accident once. Not fun." Garth, Mas, and Menos had noticed that Roy was smirking as he signed.

"Sólo está haciendo que, para vengarse de nosotros," Mas snorted.

"Si," Garth and Menos agreed. Joey tilted his head back in silent laughter as Roy flipped the trio off.

The twins were about to gang up on Roy when they saw the sudden appearance of Raven's soul self on the upper level. "Fecha caliente?" they teased Garth, waving their eyebrows suggestively.

"Yep. Unlike some people I could name…Roy. Some of us are actually getting some," Garth smirked at his teammate. "Behave," he stated, pointing to the twins. "I'm not even gonna bother," he muttered, gesturing to Roy. "And see you later," he smiled as he waved to Joey.

"You enjoyed that," Joey chuckled silently after Garth left and the twins returned to their game.

"Those two talk shit all the time and only he understands them. It's nice to get revenge when I can," Roy replied.

"Glad to be of help," Joey smirked. "Now, about what I was asking earlier. You're a drummer?" Roy nodded. "Any particular type of music?"

"What do you have in mind?" Roy grinned.

(the Spanish stuff)

That jerk was cheating!

You weren't paying attention!

Nope. We're cool.

He's only doing that to get back at us.

Yes.

Hot date?