A/N: For some reason, I don't have anything with spell check, because word perfect is a jerk. Bare with any typos, I promise there won't be many.
"That was my last mask." Robin whined and he walked out of his room, hand over his eyes with two fingers apart just enough to see. "I'm getting rid of Silky, I swear!" He stormed out of the tower.
"You do not think that Robin would really hurt sweet Silky, do you?" Starfire asked Beastboy as she picked him up from the couch. "He's just a bit hungry, and does not understand what he does is sometimes wrong!"
"Don't worry, he's just mad because he looks stupid covering up his eyes with his hand. He'll get over it." Beastboy replied from a tofu burger.
Robin sulked down the street muttering to himself. He'd bumped into a trashcan, accidentally confused a man for an old lady, and kicked a dog. This was not his day, and he had no idea how it was about to get worse. As he turned into the Acme Props Centre he suddenly backed out of the door to stare at a sign. "Thin Black Strip style Masks : Discontinued". Robin gasped then ran into the store, bumping into a stand of trick gum. "How many of the thin black strip masks do you have left?" He demanded a hairy (and rather smelly) man sitting at the counter.
"Twelve or so. After that Harley Quinn gal blew up the Super Hero Mask company building and factory, there's a shortage of all masks." The hairy (and rather smelly) man explained to Robin. "You look pretty stupid covering up your face like that, kid."
The Boy Wonder growled and tapped his foot, getting out a wallet with one hand. "I don't have much of a choice. A giant worm ate all of my masks. How much are the masks?"
"All twelve?"
"Yes."
"For you, two hundred dollers."
"WHAT!" Robin almost dropped his hand, but recovered his composure. "You have to be kidding. They used to be two dollars each!"
"Inflation. I have twelve of the last twenty thin black strips in all of the country. You want 'em or not?" The hairy (and rather smelly) man scratched his head, dandruff falling down onto the counter. Robin recoiled in horror.
"Then, how much for one?" Boy Wonder continued tapping his foot.
"How much is two-hundred divid...oh, never mind. $20. How's that?" Robin slammed a twenty on the counter, and waited while the hairy (and rather smelly) man dissapeared behind a door. He came out a moment later with a thin black strip mask. Robin snatched it and put it on his face.
"Guys, I need money and fast." Robin announced as he came running back into the tower.
"Why?" Cyborg asked.
"They discontinued the thin black strips! DISCONTINUED! I need $180!" Robin went running for his room, and the titans heard a smash. They looked at eachother and towards Robin's room.
"What was that noise?" Raven asked, coming out of her room for the first time in a day.
"Robin's gone insane." Beastboy announced. "Says he needs money for..something. What are thin black strips?"
"They're the style of mask he wears." Cyborg answered. Suddenly Robin emerged from his room.
"I only have $50. I need more!"
"Hey, Robin...don't you think you're going a little over board? Isn't one mask enough?" Cyborg asked.
"DISCONTINUED! NO MORE! THE END! I look rediculous in any other mask, Cyborg! I need the thin black strips. Now, EMPTY OUT YOUR POCKETS!"
"I don't have any pockets. Besides, after all those pizzas I had to pay for last night, I'm broke. Isn't $50 enough?"
Robin gave a dramatic sigh and whined "No one understands!" before leaving the tower.
A/N: Yeah, a really stupid short fic. But it's been collecting dust in my head for a while, so I thought I'd crank it out and get it over with. Read and Review!