"No."

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon! It'll be fun!"

Richard Grayson sighed, running a hand over his face, annoyed by his friends consistence. He looked back up to see Roy Harper with pleading eyes, a sight that he didn't see that often.

He wondered how this would do any good, why couldn't a boys night just stay at home, playing video games or something, Gar and Vic would like that.

"Do we have to go there? Of all places!" Richard exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. Roy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as Richard continued to be over dramatic.

"Yes, we do."

Blue eyes rolled to the back of his head. "But why? I mean I know it's what most guys do but we've never really been like-" a hand clasped over his mouth, muffling his voice. Roy let go when Richard finally stopped mumbling under his hand.

Roy ran a hand through his red hair, sighing as he and Richard had a minute long stare-down.

"We're going, with or without you."

Richard grumbled. "fine."


Richard groaned as he looked up at the blue illuminated lights that read "Titans strip club!" and was yanked inside by his wrists.

"C'mon, it'll be fun. God knows how long it's been since you've been laid." Roy stated. He had somehow convinced (more like dragged) the rest of their group of friends to the local club, claiming that they all needed a boys night, and this was the perfect place for it.

The moment he walked in, he was practically smacked in the face with the smell of alcohol and weed, the sudden contact with the loud music made it blare in his ears, continuing with a slight ringing sound even when he had adjusted to it.

The whole place was illuminated by low blue toned lights, the tables and bar were a dark color, almost a mix between navy and black, and there were horny men, and half-naked women everywhere. For some odd reason, none of them welcomed this sight.

"Dude! It smells like weed in here!" Garfield complained, holding his freckled nose. Victor rolled his eyes at the small boys complaints. "We're in a strip club, grass stain. What'd you expect it to smell like?"

"I don't know, perfume maybe?" Gar guessed, shrugging his shoulders. Victor rolled his eyes, along with Richard as Wally and Roy just laughed.

Garfield Logan was a friend from Richard's high school, he had just recently turned 21 and was finally allowed alcohol privileges; though he only looked about 18. Here recently he broke off his 2 year relationship with his, now ex girlfriend, Tara Markov.

"So, why don't we find you boys some girls?" Roy asked, peering throughout his group of friends while rubbing his hands together evilly. "First off, Jade is mine, or don't you go getting in ideas-"

Wally payed little attention, as a certain flash of pink caught his eye on one of the stages. A dreamy and lustful look gleamed in his blue eyes.

Garfield took notice of his dopey expression and smacked his arm, Wally continued to stare. Gar rolled his eyes and waved his hand in front of his face, wondering if that was really drool on the sides of his mouth.

"I got my eyes on someone, the pretty pink haired one." Wally said, entranced by the way that moved.

Richard looked up, seeing the pale skinned girl Wally was currently drooling over. He had to admit, she was pretty good looking, not his type though. She was too cat-like, slender grey eyes that almost looked pink, a heart shaped face, and bubblegum pink hair with light bangs, not to mention she was kind of short.

Roy wolf whistled, patting Wally on the shoulder. "Good luck with that one, she's said to be bad luck." He teased his red haired friend. Wally grumbled and pushing his hand away, glaring as Roy laughed in amusement.

Wally West was Richard's cousin. Like Richard, he once had a playboy faze, and would absentmindedly flirt with every hot girl he saw just to get her in bed. Now, he was looking for a steady relationship, but based off his current and new obsession with this pink haired girl, he wasn't quite ready for that.

He peered around again, wondering why he agreed to go to this place. He was Richard Grayson, the billionaires son, the playboy. If he wanted he could easily have as many girls as he wanted swooning over him in a matter of minutes.

Truth be told, Richard had only been to a strip club once, and that was for an old friends birthday party when he was only 17 and had a fake ID. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, as later that night he had to walk home at 3:00am with no wallet, one shoe, a toy helicopter, broken sunglasses, and beer soaked pants. And to top it all off, his girlfriend, Barbara, broke up with them the next morning after he vomited on her and was experiencing the worst hangover of his life.

Richard zoned back into reality when he noticed that his group of friends were now gone. All littered throughout the building. Wally, no doubt, trying to catch the attention of the pink-haired girl. Roy somewhere in the back-rooms being pleasured, and Garfield trying to find the bathroom. He didn't know, nor care, where they all actually were. He knew one thing though, this night was not going to be pretty.

Let's just say, these boys were in for one hell of a night...

HELLO PEOPLE!

I hope you like the first chapter of "Titans Club."

It's not the best but I've never really been good at first chapters so I promise it'll get better.

Also, this story has NO POWERS! All of them are just regular human beings.