Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or any member of the Justice League or know your stars, if I did I wouldn't be writing this mow would I?.
A\N: This is kinda like Know your Stars and kinda not, eh you'll get it when you read it so I suggest you read it if you wanna find out. Please don't flame me.
Know your stars everyone edition: Robin.
Know your stars, know your stars, know your stars….
"Wha- whos there?"
"I am the Know your stars….person" said the unknown voice.
"Why am I here?"
"Cuz I put you're here, now sit in the chair thingy"
Robin walked up to the electrocution styles chair and sat on it.
"Robin…..has wet dreams about Starfire"
"I do not…..they are perfectly dry, you make me sit in this stupid chair and you abuse me, pfftt screw this!"
Robin was about to jump off when cuff things came out of the chair arms and secured him to the seat.
"What the hell is this!"
"Just a few minor precautions……..anyway getting back on the topic we were drifting away from, Robin stole Batman's idea with the whole Bat-a-rang, Bird-a-rang thing.
"I did not, stop lying about me you'll spread bad rumors about me!"
"Pfftt, don't need help there do ya, you tight wearing freak"
"Shut up!"
"I heard you needed anger management too huh?"
"No I don't!"
"Don't panic Robin take a deep breath and count to ten"
"No!"
"What ever your funeral not mine…..Robin….has a room full of Starfire plush toys".
"I do not stop it"
"Stop it" the voice mimicked.
"And for the record I do NOT have anything in my possession that resembles Starfire"
"Ok then, tell me what this resembles then!"
Author throws a giant Starfire plush toy onto the floor and a pair of Starfire boxes too.
"That's not mine!"
"Oh, ok then that means you just admitted to being gay"
"W-w-what!"
"Yeah that's right crash and BURN!"
"NO I AM NOT"
"Don't lie to me Robin you're a bad lire and I see the looks you've been giving Speedy and Cyborg"
"What? I wear a mask no-one can see my eyes!"
"What about Slade?"
"Ssssllllllaaaaaddddeeee" he said in a really creepy loathing voice.
"Yes, Slade I mean the guy drugs you or knocks you out and when you come to, you find yourself dressed in an apprentice uniform, and he probably looks at your eyes just for kicks and just too piss you off, and not to mention how everyone thinks he's in for child molestation and why does Slade dress you up in that uniform anyway? Probably turns him on or something also probably gets you posing and puts it on the Internet".
"No way!"
"Ok then why hasn't Slade killed you yet?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean, I mean why hasn't he broken into your house, put a bomb in there and blown you sky high?"
"Uhh"
"Exactly my point, my conclusion is that Slade did and still has feelings for you and that's why he hasn't killed you yet"
"I object"
"Of course you do Robin, of course you do"
"Its not true!"
"Mmmm, riiight…….Slade what are you doing here how did you get in here…no, NO; what are you going to do with that stun gun…NOOOOooOOoo" electric zaps can be heard and soon after the smell of smoke wafting everywhere, heavy footsteps and the opening and closing of a door.
Robin just sat there for a moment, flicked some trendy cool key from his glove finger and unlocked the locks, got out made a hole in the wall with one of his explosive discs and jumped out the gap he just made.
In the secret room thing where the author was…
The author was lying on the floor twitching really hard out and having spaz attacks.
