Demeanon: Excuse any OOC happenings you may find. This is my first TT fanfiction work- and S, when you read this, don't get angry at me. Get angry at my boredom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans nor any works by William Shakespeare.

I vented silently over the fact that my meditation had been disrupted… again

I vented silently over the fact that my meditation had been disrupted… again. Couldn't these so-called 'villains' just wait for five minutes before disturbing the peace again? But it wasn't just any usurper of the law this time- it was Red-X. Third heist this week- it's almost as if he likes the attention he gets when he fights us.

I looked around to see where this current theft was taking place- and was not surprised to see that it was a museum. We entered loudly per usual. Finding nothing out of the ordinary in the lobby, Robin called for a solo search of all five levels. I did not see that one coming.

Isn't sarcasm a wondrous thing?

Needless to say, Beast Boy somehow did something wrong and set off the second alarums. Unfortunately, that meant that entire floors went into lockdown mode- including metal plates over the windows. Which meant there must be a lot of valuable artifacts in here.

I walked down the hallway, and was drawn by a faint noise to turn into a room with artifacts from the Globe Theatre its self, including some old props. I took a quick glance around the room and found nothing. I turned to leave and check another room when I suddenly felt a presence in the room with me. I started to gather my spiritual energy to my hands as I turned back around, only to be met with a red blurs flying at me.

At first I didn't know exactly what happened, but quickly realized that he had taped my mouth shut. Again. Only this time he had encased my hands as well. Wonderful.

Even though he was wearing a mask, it was obvious he was smirking. "Hey Sunshine." He leant against the wall as he toyed with a cylinder that probably had the stolen artifact in it. "What? No retort? That's rude you know."

He infuriates me. Being unable to test how sharp my words are, I'll just settle for attempting to make the term 'if looks could kill' a reality. It doesn't work.

"Tell you what," he says as he starts walking towards me, the cylinder hanging on his body like a rifle. "I have a game that might interest you. You win, you get this artifact back. If I win, well, you'll owe me something. Deal? Or are you afraid you'll be outsmarted by me?"

I nodded- no one insults my intelligence without some type of comeback from me. "Great then. Here's the game; if you can guess in the next two minutes which Shakespearean character I have modeled you after, you win. If you don't guess correctly, I win. Ah, but you have no tongue to call with. Pity." He snickered as I crossed my arms over my chest.

All right, I have got to concentrate. Major Shakespearean characters are all male, but there are also his non-play characters such as those in the poems he has written. And as far as I can remember currently, there are no male characters that loose their ability to speak. My eyes flicker back to Red-X to find that he has moved closer, as in so close I can see where his mask meets the neck of his jumpsuit. When did he move so close?

Okay, ignoring him. Look at the obscure things first- the sonnets. Searching my mind, I find nothing involving sonnets and anything remotely similar to my current predicament. Moving on to his poems, I start with the Phoenix and the Turtle. Nothing there and the Passionate Pilgrim wasn't authorized by Shakespeare, so that one is out. Maybe something in Venus and Adonis, but that's just abou- Ack!

I suddenly found myself hearing his light breathing right next to my ear. "C'mon Sunshine. I know you know this." I shut my eyes and try to think again.

Venus and Adonis- nothing there. The Rape of Lucrece… no, but something catches in my mind on the rape part, and I almost grasp it, only to loose focus when Red-X chuckles in my ear.

"One minute gone kid." I back up against the wall, and soon find him standing over me again, his hands planted on either side of my head.

I quickly start going through the plays that are best known- he's a thief, so probably only knows the most famous plays such as Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet. Nothing turns up, and I find myself lost amongst all the different themes in the plays. I almost feel overwhelmed, but I keep my cool head. If I broke anything here, it'd be horrible for everyone involved. Okay, think… This would be a lot easier if I didn't always find myself reminded of the close proximity every way I looked.

I fly through all the plays that someone of his caliber should know about, and still come up with nothing. Suddenly I am brought out of it all by his laughter. "Time's up Sunshine." He looks down at me expectantly. "Any guesses?"

My glare increases at the fact that he knew all along that I wouldn't be able to guess anything with the tape over my mouth. Out of some idiotic glimmer of hope, I was banking on him taking the tape off my mouth to answer.

The feeling of triumph rolls off him in torrents, and the feeling of giddiness, similar to a child getting a puppy or something they had always wanted. "I guess that means I win. Now, what on earth could you give me? Well, we only have about eight minutes left until the gates open again, so we can't do anything very strenuous." I glared, and his voice then took on a laughing tone. "Don't get all disappointed Sunshine. I assure you, if we had more time then I would have loved to take part in that activity with you. However, seeing as it is not possible, I guess I'll just settle for the next best thing."

My glare turns to one of skeptic and disbelief. If he thinks he can take that, then he has another thing coming. Once again, he twists my meaning to suit his own means.

"Well, if you really want to take part in that, then maybe we could hook up sometime? How's that sound?" I can tell by the way the mask moves that he smiles. "I was just gonna ask you for a kiss instead."

I shake my head, but he laughs. "I won, and now I get to collect my earnings. And I would like, if you please, a kiss from the amethyst of the Teen Titans." I am ignoring him now.

However, when I hear the sound of fabric moving, my eyes dart to him and find that his hand is moving up to remove the tape from over my mouth and the other is moving up to his mask. Then, it happens too quickly for my eyes to see him even move his mask. All I know is that suddenly his lips are on mine.

I just lie there. Until he pushes me up against the wall and starts trying to get me to open my mouth. Then I start trying to push him away with my semi-useless hands. His lips leave mine for a moment, and I use that moment to try and say my meditation line- only his mouth is on mine again as soon as I open my mouth.

His tongue is in my mouth. A shudder runs through me, and I decide to just lie there and wait for him to finish. It is then that I noticed that his mouth was soft and that he wasn't even hurting me at all. Curiously enough, he was being gentle.

Then he detaches himself as his hands simultaneously both cover my mouth and roll his mask back down. Once again, I find myself glaring at him.

"Well, this was fun Sunshine. Just be glad I didn't drag you off and make you exactly like the character I mentioned earlier." He leant his forehead on mine, much to my chagrin, before continuing. "Thanks for the kiss. Would it've killed you to return it at all?" He sighed and leant back. "I'll be seein' you around then Sunshine." With that he teleported away, leaving me alone with my hands still bound.

I quickly tore them off using my powers. The rest of the team wasn't happy about the lack of the suspect when the gates opened though- and I wasn't going to tell them what happened. It was only later that I remembered who the character was.

Lavinia, from Titus Andronicus. He had even given me hints to it! 'You have no tongue to call with' is a variation of what Lavinia was told after she had been raped by Chiron and Demetrius, who also cut out her tongue and lopped off her hands. 'But she has no tongue to call, nor hands to wash.' How did I miss that?

Then I remembered what else he had said- 'Just be glad I didn't drag you off and make you exactly like the character I mentioned earlier.' I suddenly felt tainted. The way he worded it made it seem as if he had wanted to do just that.

I am certainly glad that I am not at all like Lavinia.