Robin stared in horror and shock at the THING running around in front of him. A bare, pale chest was waving in his face and pink tutu ruffles tickled his spandex-covered legs. A black and rust colored mask towered over his small structure. The one eye present was closed in joy as the figure twisted and turned, dancing like a maniac.
"Slade?" Robin wheezed, trying to understand why the villain was dancing like an idiot in the middle of a random street. Behind Slade was a wagon full of Robin plushies that supposedly "captured the full essence of friend Robin" or, that's how Starfire put it.
"Yes my little Robby-Poo!" The usually menacing voice was now imitating that of a familiar Moth Man's bitch- I mean daughter, and the high pitched tones gave Robin a headache. Slade twirled around a bit on his toes before pulling the wagon to the other side of the street and pulling out a big sign. "Oh Hynes!" He called out to his right. Suddenly, a small blonde man came into view, lugging a large wooden table behind him.
"Let me help you!" Robin yelled as he dashed for the butler.
"No!" Slade yelled. "No heavy lifting for Robby-Poo!" The villain smacked the Titan's hand away from the wood and made Hynes drag the table up to him. Slade unfurled the sign and set it atop the table. The long piece of paper said: "Robin Dolls Only $4.99 Each. Come Get Em' Ladies!"
Robin's eye twitched as he tried to cut down the sign. "No! Robby-Poo will not interfere with business!"
Two Hours Later…
A pack of rabid fangirls surrounded the small stand while dollars and coins were being thrown at pour Hynes. Robin sat in the corner, tied up with duct tape covering his mouth. Slade counted the money he obtained whihle the girls fought over Robin.
Leafing through the bills once more, Slade smiled and said cheerfully, "Imma go get some tacos! Hynes, You keep business going." Hynes' eyes widened and he turned to see the mob of angry people.
"Your out of plushies," One growled.
"Fuck…"