Chapter One

"It wasn't me!" Robin said sullenly, sinking down into the couch cushions, "the criminal we caught at the bank must have planted it on me when we wrestled to the ground."

"I know teenagers like the back of my hand," the voice on the on the other line spoke, "and experimenting with illegal drugs is not uncommon among the youth these days."

"Listen," Robin sighed, "I'm a crime fighter; I don't do drugs!!!!"

"My mind is made up," the voice responded sternly, "I'm coming to live with you and your friends; you obviously weren't quite old enough to be out on your own just yet."

Before Robin could speak, the dial tone kicked in and he tossed the cell phone across the room. It hit Starfire, who was just walking in with a plate of Smores-her way (mostly peanut butter, pickles, mustard, and melted chicken cubes on saltine crackers). She set the plate down and rubbed her head, giving Robin a funny look.

"Sorry, Star," Robin apologized to his girlfriend, "didn't see you coming."

The alien girl picked the phone and set it on the coffe table too. She then sat down beside her boyfriend (as of two weeks) and held a smore to his face.

"Hungry?" She asked, smiling proudly at her creation.

Robin, b/c he would do practically anything to please her, took one and timidly took a bite. He cringed, set it down, and smiled. Starfire smiled back, eagerly awaiting his approval.

"It's good," the boy lied, "the uh, pickles, really bring out the...tang."

Starfire giggled, jumped in Robin's lap, and began gorging on them. She didn't even seem to notice her boyfriend was not joining her, but if she did, she probably didn't mind. It only meant more for her. Robin simply stroked her shiny red hair and let her weight sink into him. It was funny the way had suddenly been unafraid of eachother after their kiss in Tokyo. Before, Robin had been so awkward around her, and though she was more open, Starfire hadn't exactly been a flirt herself. Now, here she was, sitting in his lap eating crackers while he ran his fingers through her hair. When she was finished, she set the plate back down and leaned back on Robin's chest, her head right under his neck.

"Should we begin the cuddling?" She asked, slipping off one of her boots and running her bare toe up his leg.

"I'm sorry, Star," Robin sighed, "but I'm actually a little preoccupied."

"What with?" Starfire sat up, giving him a look of concern.

"A phone call I just finished," Robin looked away briefly before focusing on the lovely alien before him once more, "but you know, it might do me a little good to do something else."

Starfire squealed with delight, jumped up, flew away, returned with a big quilt, covered them both up, and flipped on the television. She kicked off her boots, and much to Robin's moans and groans, ducked down to yank off his steel-toed boots. She also removed his socks, and then played with toes, giggling. They began to watch a strange movie about mutant beef jerky, and half way through it, Robin's phone rang once more. Starfire began to sit up to answer it, but Robin stopped her.

"I have voice mail," he explained.

He felt too good right now to deal with that issue at the moment. By the time the movie was over, Starfire was fast asleep, snoring loudly and drooling on Robin's shoulder. Careful not to wake her, Robin shifted his weight until they were both lying on the couch. He then draped the quilt around them, and fell into a fitful sleep.

"Dude!!!!!!!!!"

It was not easy to stay asleep past ten a.m. in the Titan tower. Robin awoke to have Beastboy shaking the sofa, crouched on top of it, a controller clutched in his hands. Cyborg was on the floor, one of Starfire's legs draped over his shoulder. She was still fast asleep, snoring and drooling. Robin sat up, swiping at Beastboy (who jumped), and glanced at the microwave clock. It was ten after ten.

"Sleep well?" Cyborg asked in an oozy voice, "bunkered down with your girlfriend all night?"

Robin kicked him, and quickly realized his mistake. He was still barefoot, and Cyborg was ninety percent metal. Tears of pain filled his eyes and bit down on his tongue just to keep from screaming. His toes throbbed. Starfire sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily, and then smiled at the TV screen.

"Who is winning?" She asked, excitedly.

"Me!" Beastboy and Cyborg cried at the same time before throwing glares at eachother.

"May I challenge the winner?" Starfire asked, crawling off of the couch.

"Aren't you hungry?" Robin asked, yawning.

"Yes," Beastboy and Cyborg said together once more.

Robin frowned.

"I was talking about Starfire."

"I am hungry, Robin," the girl replied, "shall we stay home and make the pancakes or go the IHOP and purchase the already made pancakes?"

"We're going to IHOP?" Beastboy tossed the controller aside, hitting Raven who was walking into the room.

"We are," Robin replied, gesturing at Starfire, "you can eat tofu or something."

"Dude!" Beastboy stood up, "Aside from the bacon, I love IHOP!!!!! Can I come too?!"

"It would be nice for all of us to go out," Starfire chimed in, slipping on her boots.

Robin didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he was really hoping for just Starfire to accompanying him. He barely got any time alone with her, and when he did, the others would soon appear out of nowhere to do something. That's what happened when you were a leader, you had followers. He also wanted to discuss the phone call with her. Of course, after the police had found a small bag of marijuana in one of the compartments in his belt, his friends didn't believe it was his for a second. The police, too, knew it had been planted. The caller, however, wasn't so sure, and he was destined to come and stay, no matter what Robin or any of his friends had to say about it. Of course, Robin's friends didn't know about just yet. He hadn't discussed the phone call with them. The boy sighed, defeated, and forced a grin. They were all going to IHOP.

As everyone ran around to get ready, Robin slumped on the couch and stared at his phone on the coffee table. He picked it up, flipped it opened, and was surprised to see he had no messages. As soon as they were all ready, the eagerly bounded for the door, jabbering about what they were going to get. Beastboy swung open the door, screamed, and slammed it shut, blocking it with his body door.

"What's wrong?" Raven asked, cocking an eyebrow.

The door swung open, knocking Beastboy over, and then everyone screamed. Everyone except Robin. He stared up at the figure in the door, tugging at his collar.

"Batman?!" Cyborg exclaimed in disbelief, "the Batman?!"

"Whoa..."Beastboy sat up, "sweet..."

"I've come here to stay with my son, "Batman said in a deep, booming voice. He held up a suitcase, and lightning flashed behind him dramatically. It then began to rain, and the black and gray-clad man stepped in, the door closing behind him.

"Your son?" Raven repeated, staring at the boys.

Beastboy shook his head, Cyborg shook his head, and Robin gulped.

"Hello...Dad..."