Hi! This is one of my fan fics that I am writing. Is based of the classic movie The Breakfast Club, which is hilarious! I do not own the Teen Titans or the Breakfast Club. But I have my own little twist to the story (giggle) this will go back and forth between character but mostly Robin and Starfire.

Robin - Dick Grayson, play boy/bad boy but with a sensitive side to him

Cyborg - Victor Stone, captain of the football team, jock

Beastboy - Garfield Logan, comic book geek, funny guy

Raven - Rachel Roth, Goth girl, has nothing better to do

Starfire - Kori Anders, artist/musician, quiet

Slade - Principal Wilson, just wants what is best for the students

-Chapter 1-

Meet The People!

Richard Grayson:

I get out of the car, and look at the sign in front of me:

Jump City High School

Great... at school, 7 am, and on a Saturday. My life sucks...

I walk across the football field, walking as slowing as possible. As much as it kills me I have been looking forward to this. Not that I love detention; don't get me wrong, it is just that I have never been in detention on a Saturday. So I am curious more than anything.

I dig into my backpack and take out a pair of sunglasses, and slip them on, know it will irritate Principal Wilson. I laugh on the inside...

I cross to the pick-up line, and climb the steps to the front door. My hand glides on the hand-rail, I hear a car roll up behind me. I look over my soldier- only walk inches at a time- and see a blue and white car pull up and park.

A tall, buff, African American man gets out, and slams the door shut.

I guess he doesn't want to be here the same as I... He wears a light blue and white V-neck T-shirt which hugs his very large wears jeans, with gray converses. He grabs his backpack out of the backseat slings over his soldier. He walks as slowly as I was earlier, and looks up at me.

He smirks at me and walks up the stairs. He joins me at the top, and turns to me.

"Sooo... The great Richard Grayson is in Saturday detention... and I am with him. Victor Stone, or you can call me Vic for short," He lifts his hand up, and I take it and shake.

Victor Stone, star athlete on the football team, heard of him once or twice.

"Seems like you already know me," my hand falls to my side, and I push the door open and Victor follows. I walk through the empty halls, and hear the echo of our footstep through the whole school.

This place is creepy enough during the day... I get to the library door and hesitate and so does Victor. First timer I guess.

"Scared? First time?" I ask

"Yea but I am not scared though, just detention, right?" I don't say anything but I look him in the eye. He is scared. He must think that we are all juvenile delinquents.

Which is half true...

I open. The library is huge a statue is in the middle, and book are stacked from end to end. I see 8 tables. 2 rows and 4 in each. The row closest to the door is empty, but the second not so much.

An olive skinned boy sits in the 2nd row in table number 2. He wears a green shirt with a white G on it and cargo pants. His blonde hair- or what use to be blonde hair, which is now green dangles in front of his face, green eyes are focused on a book or what looks more like a comic. One of his flip-flops dangle from his foot inches from the floor.

In the very back I see a girl, covered in head to toe in black and dark blue. Her hair is chopped off at her mid-neck. Her eyes which are violet, are staring into space. She wears a black sweater and a dark blue top. Her pants blend in with her black shoes.

I take a seat in the 1st row in the middle and Victor, which seems to be my only friend here, set two table ahead of me. I fling my backpack to the ground and tilt my head back trying to catch up on some needed sleep.

As I doze off I hear Bruce's voice...

"Dick you have to take responsibility for your actions, I am not going to bail you out any more." His voice is smooth, but not for long.

"It isn't my fault that teacher was in my face..." That teacher deserved it anyway. Bruce's facial expressions change.

"That still doesn't give you the right to do what you did," His voice is now edged.

"Yea, yea what ever, he was an A-hole anyway. I everyone wanted to do the same." I cross my arms.

"Master Dick this is your stop," Alfred's voice calmed the moment.

"Thanks for the ride..." I get out and walk to the school...

A door slams and I jerk up, and so does everyone else.

In comes a man mid-thirties, early forties, wearing a gray suit and a dark orange tie. His gray hair is cropped and his scare on his right eye sticks out most of all. He paces back and forth, counting us and re-counting and re-thinking.

"I thought that there was—"

The swings open, and everyone is startled, I hear footsteps come along the floor.

"Well come on, come on, I am not getting any younger," Principal Wilson jesters for the person to come— and it is not what I expected.

A girl wearing a black t-shirt under a light green tank-top - that goes just below the rib, she wears blue jeans which are torn at the knee cap. Her scarlet red, mid-back length, hair is in a pony tail. And he wear a purple and green necklace. But what gets me are those eyes. Emerald green, they sparkle in the florescent lights. Her gray and purple satchel is slung over her soldier and... a guitar case?

What the...?

"Late..." Principal Wilson mutters under his breath.

"So this is going to be just the 6 of us today until 3. It is now 7:06, so you have 7 hours and 54 minutes left, so make your self at home." He turns to leave but the guy with the green hair raised his hand.

"Um, mister Wilson... Will snack be available?" Wilson stops in his tracks and turns to face him. And walks up in the boys face, and got really close.

"What kind of question is that?..." The boy backs his head, and got wide eyed.

"I just thought that since I am a growing man -"

"This is detention. Not a day care center! The only food that you will have is the food in your lunch bag! And the occasional soda from the teacher's lodge, though," He mumbled the last part...

"As I was saying you will stay here til 3 and you will not talk or be leaving those seats-" he points to all of us - " staring now!" And he leaves us.

So I am sitting here, and the red-hair girl sits 2 tables behind me, Victor sits in front, the green haired boy sits on the other row and one table above, and the dark girl also sits in the other row across from the cute, red-head. After a couple of minutes the green haired dude really got on my nerves.

"So, my name is Garfield, or Gar for short.." He glances at all of us, especially the dark girl...

No one answers him for a short time until, Victor speaks.

"My name is Victor, or Vic, and that guy over there is the Great Richard 'Dick' Grayson, " He points to me, and now pulling me into the conversation. Great.

"So, Richard... what are you in for?" Gar turns to me, that is not a subject I want talk about.

"Not subject right now..." I just cross my arms and slump more down in my chair.

"Oh, personal... I see... you?" He turns to Vic.

"Um... I have my reasons..." Vic also crosses his arm. Garfield turn back into his seat and sighs. 'Til Victor broke the silence again.

"What happened..." Victor hands circles his head and points to Garfield.

"OH! Well um... I was at this party and I fell asleep... my friends -" He puts air quotes around 'friends' - "and when I woke up... GREEN HAIRS hahaha...ha..." W looks back down at the table.

This is going to be a long day...

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So how did you like that this is one of my first fanfiction so hope you liked! Next chapter will be soon, until then bye bye.