This was originally going to be part of my other fanfiction (Sin and Punishment) but I'm going to start that one over from the beginning to try and improve my writing (and change some continuity). Troia is 15 in this story, Robin is 12.

Team Year One

MOUNT JUSTICE

Robin (Jason Todd) POV

"What is a pornography?" Garth asks me. I look at him in fluster.

"It's... It's uhhhhhhh-" I look around, hoping either Troia, Red Tornado or Miss Martian could help explain. Garth's new to English so I assume this is a translation issue. Like how breathing refers to lung rather than gill use. "-hhhhh. Can any of you translate the term?" I ask them wanting to get this conversation over with as soon as possible.

"Pornography," Red Tornado says. I guess he has an Atlantean translator. "A story genre when a cat and a chicken rub each other. Sometimes stories involve multiple cats or chickens. Burnt chicken. Maternal cats. Cats and chickens that are siblings. Generally accompanied with the rubbing of one's own chicken or cat."

"Oh my god," I say at the android as I face palm. "That is not what it is." Now everybody looks at me to guide this conversation.

Normally I would love to screw with these guys and watch them embarrass themselves. But I think Donna would kill me if I did something like that to her... again. "Huhuuhh" I shudder at the thought of what she did last time.

"I am confused," Red Tornado said. "Is pornography not the story of a insertion of a chicken into a cat?" I pause for a second. Everybody is even more confused now.

"Well yes but it that's- Actually scratch that it's- When two or more people- It's when-" I start scratching my head and banging it into the air in frustration. I look to Troia and Miss Martian for help. "Can you guys explain this?"

"Explain what?" Miss Martian asks. "Oh... I don't know what that is either. I think Garfield mentioned it once. " I look at her in shock before turning to Troia. Miss Martian had to have heard that wrong. "It seems like a children's book involving chickens and cats that love each other."

"Donna... please... please tell me you know how to explain-" I beg. Not to Donna but to the gods that gave her knowledge.

"Sorry I've never heard of this pornography?" Donna responded. "Is it like a contest?" She asked that last one looking for a fight.

I entered a state of shock, collapsing to the ground as I realize the awkward conversation that has just been forced upon me.

"How-" They all start paying closer attention. "HOW ARE YOU ALL AIRHEADS?!" I yell at Garth, Troia, Red Tornado, and Miss Martian.

"Correction," Red Tornado says. "My head is made of-"

"It's a figure of speech." I say tugging my face. "It is metaphorical for you are lacking common knowledge."

They all look at me in confusion. Eventually Miss Martian speaks up.

"Ohhhh I get it. A pornography is something we are supposed to use daily," Miss Martian said enthusiastically.

"That sounds like something from a porno," I observe, sulking at my presence amongst idiots.

"Ohhhhhh so I'm doing it right!" she says in joy.

"NO," I yell at her. The rest of them tilt their heads in confusion.

"Then how are we supposed to use a pornography?" Garth asks.

"YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO!" I yell at him. "At least if you don't want Tula to break-up with you."

Now everybody seems to be lost.

"So we are not supposed to do pornography?" Troia asks still clueless.

"YES! Do not use pornography! Ever!" I tell them.

"Then why is it so widespread," Garth asks. "This tells me one-third of all surface dwellers have used a pornography."

"Archives show half of all internet searches on Justice League computers involve pornography. The most popular internet searches on the Justice League computers with 'pornography' followed with tags 'blonde', 'big', 'wonder-" Red Tornado attempted to tell me.

"TMI! TMI! TMI!" I yell.

"What's a TMI? A disease?" Miss Martian asks.

"It's an acronym for 'too much information' around an uncomfortable topic," I yell at them.

"How was informing you of the Justice League search habits involving pornography a so-called TMI?" Red Tornado asked. I collapse onto the ground.

How did it come to this? Why do I have to explain to a Merman, a Robot, a Martian, and a Amazon what porn is? Where in the Robin oath does it say I have to explain porn to a bunch of #$%^ing idiots?

"Because I don't want to know ANYTHING about the Justice League's junk!" I yell out loud.

"What does garbage have to do with pornography?" Garth asks.

"Junk is slang for genitals."

It takes a while but Troia and Miss Martian blush so hard it seems like they have a sunburn. Garth is not giving any of us eye contact.

"What do genitals and pornography have to do with each other?" Red Tornado asks. "Are they inherently linked?"

"...Yes," I tell them unsure of myself. "Well I guess you could also use-" I stare at Donna who did not know what my next word would be, but would probably murder me if I said it out loud. "Never mind."

"So does it or does it not exclusively involve genitals?" Red Tornado asks.

"Well it doesn't need genitals." I say leaving the implication that there is more.

We all look at each other in an awkward standoff. Miss Martian and Garth were clearly stuck in their own heads trying to process everything I just said.

"[Sigh]" I collect my breath and try to focus on this plane of existence. Assuming this is part of reality and not some weird psychic exercise. "I would much rather not get into the details."

"So what do you humans do with genitals?" Miss Martian asks. "I thought it was just for releasing bodily fluids?"

"Just... They are... What is..." These guys are truly hopeless. "Some things are better off without explanation?"

"So can you give us a demonstration?" Donna asks. "I always find those better than an explanation."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" my mind blanks at the suggestion. "-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's something you cannot do alone."

"Then I can help!" Donna says enthusiastically. I start to lose focus on my surroundings by what she just said. I think I'm going to brag about this one day. Or to Nightwing's face.

"Recognized. Artemis B07."

"Hey what are you guys doing?" Artemis asked.

"Robin was going to make pornography with me," Troia says completely unaware of how Artemis would process what she just said. I drop my jaw at what she just told Artemis. Artemis initially looks at Troia, then me, and then everybody else. She keeps smiling as she types into the console.

"Well... I'm sure Batman taught Robin how to do that well," Artemis said casually, not wanting to break the aura.

"Have you made pornography Artemis?" Miss Martian asks. Artemis face showed a feeling of insult at the suggestion.

"Nope," she responds extremely quickly. "It seems like you all are going to have fun, but given that it could take a while its better I take off."

I mouth to her "PLEASE HELP" but she simply ignores me and turns around.

"Recognized. Artemis B07."

Annnnnnnnnnnd she's gone.

"Will you just show us what a porn is?" Garth asks.

"[Groan]" my frustration has peaked. "Okay are you all familiar with what a sex show is?"

"Is that a type of tv show?" M'gann asks. "I don't think Uncle J'onn sent any of those back home." I look to Garth, Tornado, and Donna.

"Please tell me you all know what a commercialized sex industry is."

"Yes," Tornado responded. I'm not sure if I should believe him but he's been around for 70 years.

Garth is silent and looks awkwardly away from us.

"What is sex?" both Miss Martian and Donna ask. Even Garth and Tornado (who I didn't even know could show facial expressions) looked at them dumbstruck.

"Did your parents never tell you where babies come from?" I ask them to know what else I am going to have to tell them about.

"They are sculpted from clay," Donna replies.

"Hatched from an egg," Miss Martian says.

"[sigh] That's not how- Wait!" I try to tell them that you cannot make a human from clay or an egg, but then I realize that M'gann is an alien. Was she hatched from an egg? "Ok I'll ignore the Martian egg thing for a while, but humans are not crafted from clay." I tell Donna.

"Yes they are. That's how Diana and I were born," Donna replies.

"Sureeeeeeee," I say sarcastically.

"You don't believe me?" Donna asks.

"I believe you think that's how babies are made. Even if it's not true," I say that last bit under my breath.

"What are you suggesting?" Donna asked defensively. "That mother lied to me."

"Well... Yeah I don't think you were crafted from magical clay."

"Then how do you think I was brought into this world if not from a magical liquid and clay."

"Please tell me that you are just messing with me," I ask her. "I can believe a magical liquid brought you into this world but not with clay."

"What does any of this have to do with pornography?" Red Tornado interjects.

"Basically pornography is the recording of people trying to create babies!" I yell deeply embarrassed by what I just said.

...

...

Everybody was quiet about what I just said. Garth seemed to understand what it was because his face was so red I thought he was Red Tornado, Red Tornado seemed to just be processing the information, M'gann and Donna still seemed to not understand.

"So pornography is a video of a making a sand sculpture," Donna say in triumph.

"Dear god you are hopeless," I tell her. "It's probably just better you see some porn," I say sarcastically.

"Ok you know what I am going to use the Google of knowledge," she says angry at my insults. She pulls up a holo-computer and opens a browser.

"I don't think you know what you are getting into," I try to warn her.

I look over to see Garth going to the teleportation terminal. I think he finally figured out what the porn is, or at least how to translate it into Atlantean.

"Recognized. Tempest B10."

That traitorous #$$!%^&.

"Why did he-" Miss Martian tries to say.

"I found the hub of pornography!" Donna yells.

"Why don't you search Wonder Woman on the hub?" I say sarcastically.

Fifteen Minutes Later

BATCAVE

Batman POV

"Recognized. Robin B13."

Robin must be back from the cave.

I walk over to the zeta-tube to ask Robin how his day was but I had to run once I saw him. He was limping slowly towards me, with a heavily damaged costume and multiple cuts on his body. It seemed as though he had been thrown into a wall a bunch of times then swung at with a sword.

"Robin what happened!" I frantically asked him.

"Donna-" Robin proceeds to fall down as I catch him. "Donna thinks I... mastermind... pornography... Wonder Woman... male... first sight..." Robin proceeds to collapse. "...cannot get sarcasm." Robin proceeds to lose consciousness.

"What the #$% happened!."

Hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully I'll have the re-write of my other fanfic up soon. Please comment.