This is something random I came up with. I'm sorry if it's terrible, but I thought it'd be fun to write.

I do not own Teen Titans, blah, blah, blah, you know the rest.

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It was going to be a fight to the death. The Titans against Slade. Good against evil...

Robin charged once more at the mad-man, attempting once again to land a kick, and was once again effortlessly tossed to the side like a rag-doll. As Robin hit the wall he heard something crack and a jolt of pain went up his left arm. He held his broken arm in agony and breathed heavily from the continuous attacks. He was tired. They all were.

Starfire didn't have much confidence or happiness to fly or conjure starbolts, Cyborg didn't dare use his sonic cannon for fear of using all of his power and shutting down, Beast Boy was almost to weak to transform and Raven's power was all but drained as she sat slumped on the floor. Slade, however, hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Come on, Titans. Is that all you've got?" he taunted as he picked Robin up and threw him once again.

"Friends, I fear we may have to give up," said Starfire, "He has gotten much too powerful and we have tried everything."

"Not...quite everything," panted Raven, "We still...have...that."

Starfire gasped, Cyborg looked shocked.

"No way Raven! You don't mean...!?!" gasped Beast Boy.

"Yes," said the witch, standing up, "I will call on them."

"No way dude! It's too dangerous! They could come after us and--" protested Cyborg.

"We have no choice." She began to chant, "Azarath, Metrion, Zynthos, Ja'aku, Nekkyo, Kawaii!!"

"Raven, no!!" gasped Robin.

With what was left of her energy, she gathered all of the power she had a summoned a force so great, so powerful, that anyone you meet will tremble in fear at the very mention of their name!

"...fangirls."

All of a sudden, a huge mass of teenage girls stood between the Titans and Slade. Confused, the girls looked around until they saw Robin, beaten and bloodied, and the rest of the Titans, exhausted and worn. They gasped in astonishment.

"ROBIN!" Cried one.

"My poor, poor Robin!" cried another.

Soon, they were all gasping and crying at the state of the team.

Now, the oblivious and not-too-bright Slade was expecting something that looked, well, more fearsome, not a bunch of harmless girls. Not realizing the potential danger he was in, Slade laughed.

The girls looked up, for the first time acknowledging that Slade was even there.

"You!" said the one who spoke first, pointing at him, "YOU did this to poor Robbie-poo!!"

"She's right!"

"Let's get him!!"

Nervous, Slade backed away slowly, "Now, now girls...let's be reasonable...you know I would never do this on purpose I...it's all just a game you see! Just a harmless...little...game?"

As he said those last three words, with fire and murder in their eyes, the fangirls began drawing various pointy and sharp objects like daggers and sporks. With that, he ran away screaming, the fangirls madly chasing after him, sporks in hand.

Silence...and then...

"A-are they gone?" stuttered Beast Boy.

"I...believe so...for now..." replied Starfire.

"We should go, before they come back." said Cyborg.

"The spell should wear off eventually, but until then we--"

"Ohhh, Robbie-poo!" interrupted a singsong voice.

"They're...gulp...back..." said a terrified Beast Boy.

"Cy-Cy? Where's my Cy-Cy?" came another voice.

"Beast Boy! I'm here for you my darling!" called another.

"Just kill me now..." said Robin.

"No time for that dude! RUN!!"