-1Raven: Seriously? You're going to put us in Christmas songs?

Robin: If I hear the Batman version of Jingle Bells… prepare to die.

Me: Nah. These are gonna be Christmas songs, Teen Titans style :D

Terra: There's no good way for this to end.

Me: Shush.

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"Okay, for some stupid reason the author of the Fused series has decided to make us sing Teen Titan Christmas carols," Cyborg glares at me. I, of course am whistling innocently on the ops room couch. Robin sighs.

"Alright… First one is 'Jingle Bells". You were warned," Robin points a stern finger at me. I grin. Robin simply frowns, looks down at the lyrics, and smirks. "Alright, this one I can do," He says. He takes a breath and…

"Jingle Bells, Beast Boy smells-"

"HEY!!!!!!" I grin wider and everyone laughs as steam comes out of Beast Boy's nose and ears. "There is going to be retribution for this," the changeling warns me. The grin does not fade. Robin continues.

"Jingle Bells, Beast Boy smells, R-r-raven laid an egg-" Robin can't help it. It's too damned funny, at least to him. His voice is quivering with mirth, and Raven is using the Evil Glare Of Doom on me. I am unphased, and she simply narrows her eyes.

"I second Beast Boy," She hisses. Robin begins again.

Jingle Bells, Beast Boy smells, Raven laid an egg. The T-Car crashed and lost its wheels-" Cyborg gasps in horror.

"MY BABY!!! YOU WRECKED MY BABY?! I'M GONNA-"

"Relax. It's just a song, jeez," I shake my head. Cyborg's still steamed.

"I'm in with BB and Raven," He warned.

Robin sighs. "From the top! And one-two-three-four!

Jingle Bells, Beast Boy smells, Raven laid an egg.

The T-Car crashed and lost its wheels and the Hive F.I.V.E. got away, hey!" Robin finished before busting up laughing.

"Hey, uh, Robin?" I say. He looks up at me, wiping tears of laughter from his mask.

"Yeah?"

"We should be running," I jerk my thumb toward a four-eyed Raven, The Beast and Cyborg with both arms as cannons. Both of us look at each other, eyes wide.

"SHIT!" We yell, running as if all of Hell was chasing us (and by as if, I mean they were).