I used to be such a fan of Robin, but I dislike this version of him. Yet I cannot just leave him out, so here you go. If you haven't gathered, Starfire is the main focus. This is a bit of a twist on "Date With Destiny", so prepare for some Kitten.

I don't own Teen Titans, Cartoon Network and DC Comics does.

"Oh Robbie poo!"

The endearment flew through Robin's heart like an icy blade. Oh how he wished he wasn't being virtually blackmailed into a date. But if spending a few hours with Kitten was necessary for the safety of the city, he'd do it. As much as he didn't want to. Which he really didn't Then were plenty of other girls he would rather be at the prom with...Harley Quinn for instance. Even the girlfriend of the Joker would be less annoying than Kitten. Of course, hearing her nasally voice call him Mr. R all night...maybe Robbie poo wasn't so bad.

Robin glanced at his watch once again...still not ten, the time he apparently had to have to have his date home. Or shove her into the limo and hope the driver would get lost someplace. No, that wasn't right...Batman always taught him that criminals were people too, always with the ability to be rehabilitated. So he had to care, not wish anything bad upon them. Then again, Robin always figured that rule only applied to Catwoman, Batman's never mentioned secret girlfriend. He sincerely doubted even Bruce gave a care as to what really happened to the Joker as long as he was put behind bars.

How any self respecting hero could seriously carry on a relationship with a villain was beyond Robin. Criminals had killed his parents, Bruce's parents, had ruined so many lives. Some part of him knew that he couldn't judge every criminal by the group on a whole, yet he couldn't help but feel some hatred towards anyone with an inkling towards villainy. Perhaps because of what he had to endure at the hands of Slade...

To this day, Robin refused to discuss what had happened while he was Slade`s apprentice. He wished he didn't have to think about it. Didn't have to remember the constant abuse. The only thing that got him through the entire ordeal was the thought that he was protecting his friends. But that was a weakness he hadn't wanted to unveil, that he would do anything to protect his friends, the only real family that he had ever really known, aside from Bruce and Alfred. Now he was trapped in a similar situation, where he was forced to do something he didn't want to in order to protect the city he had sworn himself to.

"Robin, if you don't come over here RIGHT NOW and dance with me, I will call Daddy and have this entire city destroyed! And you know I'll do it to!" Kitten shrieked.

"Haven't we danced enough for one night?" Robin questioned. His feet were sore not only from the uncomfortable shoes, but also from the fact that Kitten could not dance, so his toes had met the underside of hers far too many times tonight.

"Picking up my phone and hitting speed dial..." threatened his blonde date for the evening. "I hope you didn't enjoy living in Jump City much more than you enjoyed living in Gotham, because you're about to kicked out of a city for the second time in your life."

At this, Robin flinched. He left Gotham of his own accord, wanting to strike out from under the shadow of the cowl, be his own person, his own superhero. Not just some sidekick who was often the victim of kidnappings and jokes about Batman's sexuality. Unfortunately, the word on his side of the thin caped line was that Batman grew tired of Robin, wanted all the glory for himself, was sick of rescuing some boy in tights every day. So Robin ended up looking the disgrace, the subject of pity, and Bruce just ended up looking like a jerk at worst.

"You know nothing, absolutely nothing of my life before I came here. Everything you have ever heard is no better than petty gossip and slander. I left on my own decision, and nothing you can say will change that fact. Plus, the dance is guy's choice, and I choose not to dance. Especially not to some fast paced techno crud rapping about the posteriors of young ladies." Robin quipped, at first in a seething undertone, then taking on a snarky, almost Raven-like response.

"Well it was your choice to bring me to this prom, so you had better choose to dance with me while I am your choice of date. Believe me, you aren't my first choice either, but Fang is a jerk, and needs to be shown up. Plus, I bet that you taking me made your little alien friend jealous. Perhaps we can make this work out for both of us." Kitten hissed.

Robin had never made a deal with anyone associated with a criminal. That is not to say that he had not been offered many a time, but this was the first time he was sorely tempted to take the offer. This was not a promise of power or wealth, or even of turning themselves in to ensure someone's safety. This was the chance to prove how Starfire, the beautiful alien princess, truly felt for him. Even if it was just an inkling towards some sort of feeling closer to attraction than friendship. He was to shy to ask, to shy to tell of his own inklings towards that three word phrase.

"Alrighty young lovers! He next song of the evening is a slow dance! So everyone grab a partner and get yourselves to the dance floor!" came over the loudspeaker.

Robin glanced around, spotting Starfire, with an almost...hopeful look upon her face? Robin considered his options. Although he was sorely tempted to grab the tall redhead onto the floor, he knew that choice would lead to Jump's destruction. Love would have to suffer in order to save the day. However, he could still take Kitten up on her tantalizing offer...

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

So I had to touch upon Batman, just a little. And let my inner Catwoman fan out. But yeah, this was an interesting chapter to write, so I hope you enjoyed.