Saturday.
My God, Robin is such a tool.
Why doesn't he just go back to working for the Bat? He's practically in love with the bat. The evidence is there. Take this morning, for example. There I am sitting quietly with my coffee. Alone. Happy. All right, not exactly happy, but as little disgruntled as it is possible for me to be. Beast Boy, on the other hand, is sublimely overjoyed and being very loud about it, because he has just beaten Cyborg at Crash And Die Jet-Engine Widowmaker Motorcycle Derby 2340 for the second time in an hour. You can see steam coming off of Cy's chrome. Poor Cy. But then it's hard to feel bad for a guy who, just last night, massacred the Beast at BloodFest Kill-O- Rama/Australian Rule and then proceeded to do a victory dance that included accidentally blasting several windowpanes.
It's just a game, people.
Anyway, Beast Boy is having a good time. And then what do we get but Robin striding in all high-and-mighty, thinking he knows every damn thing that happens in the city, holding up a report that says that crime has gone up in Gotham by 0.000023% since yesterday, and why are we sitting here messing around when we could be doing something about it? The Bat wouldn't tolerate this kind of criminal action. The Bat blah blah blah ad nauseum until it's all I can do to stop myself from throwing the toaster at him... And I'm thinking, just go and marry the damn nocturnal mammal and I'll freaking dance at your wedding. I mean, just because another granny loses her wallet does not mean the commissioner has a right to call you in and feed you bullshit until your tights are in a major wad. You weak-minded little...
Tool.
I pointed out to Robin that the rise in crime was probably the sole responsibility of Beast Boy, who refused to pay the pizza guy last night because he was 45.6 seconds late.
But there's no reasoning with this kid.
On the upside, Robin was easily derailed by the sudden appearance of Starfire, all blinky and dewy-eyed after rolling out of bed at the crack of 11:40 am. It is good to know that his doltishness can be so easily leashed.
The noisy blinking light is going off. Must fly.
-Raven
If you want more, say the word.
-Eater