Disclaimer – THIS IS MY DISCLAIMER FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE ITTY BITTY BLIPPIES. I do not, and most likely never will, own the Teen Titans. The only thing I own is my ideas. Because there is no way I am writing this 100 times.

A/N – Hello, dearies. I am in a mood to start something a thousand other people have done before, and I don't give a Dimi-damn that they have. Love it or hate it, babes. Anywho, I'm gonna try to fit in as many pairings as possible. I do canon, non-canon, crack, gay, straight, multi-person, you name it. Actually, please do name some – feel free to shoot me a couple you want to see. Don't worry, I'll put the pairing at the very top so you can skip it if you so choose. Now I'm gonna say this now – I don't think any of these will have any graphic sex scenes. Trust me, I love them too, but I'm gonna keep the rating at a T. Maybe a strong T. We'll see how generous I am. SO. Gigantic author's note. Please enjoy, let me know what you think, and shoot me a pairing or two! Love y'all!

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Bullet

RobStar

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She was perfectly capable of taking a bullet. Not that she had ever really taken one – the type of villains they faced were more into self-made gadgets or natural abilities. In fact, the first person to show her a real gun had been Robin. It was after watching an action movie – one of their first movie nights as a team. Starfire, still new to Earth, was trying to learn the "ways" of humanity, and was intrigued by the idea of the trigger-happy characters in the movie. Afterwards, she asked Robin about these loud objects that spat up arcs of blood when they hit skin. Robin was quiet, and then took her downstairs to the basement.

Starfire had been to the weapons vault, which is where she thought Robin was taking her. Instead, he pulled a box off of a shelf, blew off the dust, and opened it. Inside was a black case. Taking this, he motioned with his head for Starfire to follow him back upstairs. They went into a room Robin had staked out as his own personal "workspace". There was a desk and computer, as well as a lonely file cabinet. Robin went to the desk and opened the case. Inside was a small handgun and a box of ammunition.

Robin explained to her how the gun worked. He took it apart and put it back together. He showed her proper safety precautions and how to hold it. And then he told her what guns were meant for. "These are for killing people, Starfire. Guns are extremely dangerous. Always remember that someone holding one means serious business." He told her that real heroes never used guns. Not even Batman, although his mentor had shown him how they worked and given him the exact same talk she was now getting. Robin claimed the only reason he had the gun at all was because it was a gift from a retired police officer. "We don't need guns, Starfire."

Starfire dealt with a few small time crooks who carried firearms in the next few years. At first it had panicked her, but she soon learned how to work with such situations. Raven and Cyborg were actually the best in negotiations, despite Robin's expertise. The leader tended to get frustrated quickly, something he always kicked himself for. Starfire and Beast Boy usually hung back, as neither had been the most comfortable around guns. The Changeling shied from firearms like he did with meat.

But the day did come when Starfire and Robin were out on patrol alone when an armed man robbed a nearby convenience store. Robin was quick to respond to the alarms, even though this was usually something the police could handle. Starfire suspected that the Boy Wonder was mostly just bored. They came to the front of the store, the automatic doors swishing open. A young man in a dark ski mask was clutching a handgun pointed at the face of the sweating worker, whom was shoving money from the register into a small bag.

Robin had tried to stop him first with words. The man seemed desperate, his bright eyes filled with fear. He pointed the gun at Robin. Starfire held in a terrified gasp at this. All she could imagine was like the movies – the bullet would pierce the leader's flesh in a spectacular splash of red and he would fall to the floor, dead. And so, she did what anyone would so in the situation: she prepared starbolts.

The man saw her do this and panicked. The gun was turned to her and the trigger was pulled, letting out a boom that made Starfire's ears ring. In a whirlwind of motion, she was tackled to the floor and a flood of policemen came in as if on a cue. The man dropped his gun to the floor, and it clattered away. It all happened in a span of seconds.

Starfire was unharmed, if slightly bruised from hitting the ground so hard. Robin was on top of her, breathing hard. "Are you alright, Robin?" she had asked.

"Don't worry about me, Star," he had puffed, pulling himself off of her. They gave a statement to the police and left to go home. Starfire was worried about her friend, who was being unusually quiet and keeping his cape close to his side. He rode the R-Cycle and she flew above him, keeping a wary eye on her leader.

At the Tower, Robin immediately sat down as soon as the doors were closed. "Get Cyborg," he mumbled. Starfire's brow furrowed.

"Is something wrong, Robin?" The boy was looking oddly pale. His jaw was tense, as if he were gritting his teeth.

"Please, Star," he said softly. "Get Cyborg."

As it turned out, the boy had taken the bullet to his side and had lost a considerable amount of blood. Starfire was hysterical as soon as Cyborg told her – he had kept everyone out of the room as per Robin's request. The alien girl burst into tears and cried that it was all her fault, and Robin had done it to save her. Both Raven and Beast Boy attempted to calm her down, but it was useless. And no one, especially not the Tower's doors, was strong enough to hold her back.

Robin, looking almost waxy, clutched a blood-soaked towel to his side. Starfire screamed in horror and flew to his side, cradling his face to her chest. The Boy Wonder was relatively confused at first.

"Cy," he rasped. "I thought I said not to let her in."

"I didn't," the half-robot grouched, motioning to the destroyed doors.

"Friend Robin!" Star sobbed. "I did not mean to get you hurt! Please tell me this is not the fatal wound!"

Robin let out a small sigh, cringing at the chest movement. "I'll be fine, Star. Cy says nothing major was hit. He's gonna drive me to the ER for a transfusion."

Star's bright green eyes were still filled with tears. "Why did you not tell me about your injury?"

Robin lifted his free hand, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb. "Because I knew you'd worry." He smiled. Star burrowed her face into his hair.

"If you were not wounded, I would be very upset with you," she murmured next to his ear.

Robin smirked. "Yeah, I know."