AN: I'm basing this off my obscure couple contest I held during my story, Teen Titans: Freaky Friday. This is my weirdest fanfic ever. EVER. Okay, so this is basically a collection of oneshots based off the WORST TEEN TITANS COUPLES EVER. I 100% do NOT ship any couple I'll be writing about. This is a what the heck fanfic. It shows why we need to keep the cannon ships. Any requests for a bad couple will be accepted. So tell me a horrible couple, and I'll include them in a chapter. Each chapter is a new couple. This will be updated Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now, onto the obscureness.

First up...Kitten and Gnarrk! This is going to be weird.

Kitten Walker smoothed her hair in front of her mirror. This was going to be perfect. It had to be perfect. Sure, she'd gone on dozens of dates with guys before, but this was her first one with him. Gnarrk. She'd broken up with Fang when it became unstylish to date mutants. Cavemen were the new big thing. Killer Moth had spent hours of his free time tracking down an eligible caveman boyfriend for his little girl. He'd finally tracked down Gnarrk of the Honorary Teen Titans, and miraculously convinced the caveman to date his Kitten.

Kitten twirled in front of her bedroom mirror once more, checking to see if her whole outfit was in order. She wore a hot pink sundress that reached her knees. The dress was covered in white polka dots, and had spaghetti straps. In her hair, was a pink flower replacing her usual headband. Upon her feet, were a simple pair of gladiator sandals. Satisfied, she applied another layer of shiny pink lipgloss, and began texting her friends. Her texts were interrupted by a ring of the doorbell. Kitten threw down her phone, and ran downstairs to greet Gnarrk.

"Gnarrky-poo!" Kitten rushed into her caveman boyfriend's arms.

"Gnarrk." He smiled gently at her.

"Are you ready?" She asked him fiercely. He nodded, and she began examining him just to be sure. He had tried, or attempted to comb his hair, but he was still not used to the modern world's technology, and his hair stuck out in all directions. He wore a crooked red bow tie, and in his hand was a bouquet of dandelions. He had thought they were flowers, not weeds. Kitten glared at him, and went about smoothing down his hair, and adjusting his bow-tie. She then raised her eyebrow at him.

"Gnarrk, why don't you have a shirt?"

"Gnarrk." He shrugged his shoulders. Kitten rolled her eyes.

"Alright go shirtless. But DON'T embarrass me." Gnarrk nodded again, and held the dandelions out to her. She hesitantly accepted them, then quickly put them inside.

"It's time for our date. Let's go. Now." She commanded him, pointing to her bubblegum pink limo.

The couple slid into the plush leather seats of the car.

"Take us to Vittorio's." Kitten commanded her chauffeur. Vittorio's was the fanciest reastraunt in all of Jump City. It was also the most expensive, but Kitten only ate the finest. The chauffeur nodded, and began driving. Kitten looked at Gnarrk, twirling her hair.

"So you're from the Arctic Circle?"

"Gnarrk." He nodded. Kitten hesitated for a moment, then finally said,

"Kiss me." Gnarrk just stared at her.

"Kiss me." She repeated, this time a little more forceful. Gnarrk didn't move, and continued giving her a blank stare.

"Gnarrk. Kiss me." She noticed Gnarrk's blank face, and asked him,

"Do you even know what a kiss is?" Gnarrk shook his head no. Kitten rolled her eyes.

"Okay close your eyes." Gnarrk continued to look at her confused, then did as she instructed. Kitten leaned forward, and closing her own eyes, lightly kissed Gnarrk. Startled, he broke apart.

"Gnarrk. You're supposed to kiss me back. NOW." She commanded the frightened caveman. Gnarrk closed his eyes, and waited. Kitten realized he didn't really understand the concept of a kiss, and kissed him again. This time he didn't break apart. Their moment was interrupted by the chauffeur.

"Miss Kitten. We have arrived." Kitten sighed, and broke apart from her boyfriend. She nudged him to get out of the car, and they began walking into the reastraunt. Kitten smiled at Gnarrk, and noted,

"You know for a caveman, you kiss pretty good."

AN: Ew. What the heck was that? Alright guys. What terrible pairing should I do Monday? Let me know in a review!

-Dramaticswimmergirl