AN: My Responce to Sugar Sweet Challenge in theforums. My prompts were German Chocolate Cake and Red Tornado.
M'Gann was confused.
She had put all the ingredients in, in precisely the right order, cooked for the specified amount of time, and still the cake had come out wrong.
The Martian stared, crestfallen, at the soggy brown lump that sat, for once completely inanimate, at the bottom of the tin, then looked around hopefully for Wally, but the red-headed speedster wasn't there to offer his usual flirtatious encouragement.
In fact no-one was there.
Robin hadn't been to the cave in weeks, not even Wally, Robin's best friend, knew what he was doing.
Artemis was in Gotham, visiting her cousin she said, if she had seen Robin she hadn't said anything.
Aqualad was away in Atlantis, again,.
Wally was still at school.
Connor was in Metropolis, trying to talk to Superman, again.
But everyone had promised to be at the Cave tonight.
They had decided, given that they didn't know much about him, to give Robin a birthday. So when the day came around the rest of the team had made an executive decision to throw the boy a surprise party and, naturally, M'Gann had volunteered to make the cake.
But it had gone wrong.
M'Gann tentatively poked the not-quite German chocolate cake with a spoon and the half-cooked batter made an unpleasant squelching noise.
Footsteps could be heard behind her and the alien squeaked in surprise as she turned around.
Red Tornado was standing at the door, surveying the mess from M'Gann's cooking endeavour with his robotic eyes.
"What has occurred here?" the robot asked,
M'Gann began to explain, "I was making a cake because we, the team, were going to give Robin a party for his birthday, well, not his birthday, though it could be, I guess, anyway," The Martian looked a little desperate, "I volunteered to make the cake but I tried and it went wrong and the team will be getting here soon and I don't have enough time to try and get it wrong again!"
If robots could roll their mechanical eyes, Red Tornado would have, with what only could be described as an inward sigh the robot took the recipe book from the inconsolable alien and began to show her how to do it properly.