Robin arrived to find a mechanical dinosaur chomping on an unfortunate streetlamp. He sighed. Some people just can't let it go, he thought as the familiar sound of Johnny Rancid's maniacal laughter pierced the air.

"Yes, yes! Run for your lives! Haha!"

Robin didn't even bother for a macho opening speech, only a simple. 'This one's mine." He flipped out his bo-staff and swung it at the mechanical dinosaur's head, sending the monstrosity skidding backwards and throwing its rider ungracefully onto the dirt road, cursing and swearing.

The mechanical dinosaur reared up, growling in anger. It turned to spot a little girl standing at a road curb, and immediately turned its attention to its prospective meal. But Robin grabbed the girl and jumped aside from the massive jaws coming at them, saving the girl just before she became chunks of meat.

Johnny Rancid jumped at his bitter foe, eyes blazing with revenge. But Robin nimbly stepped aside, allowing the disgraced criminal to crash into the pavement with a face full of dirt.

Robin swirled to face the dinosaur, only to see it obliterated by a blue laser shot.

Cyborg smiled sheepishly, hand still erect and smoking from the blast. Robin scowled. 'I thought I said he was MINE."

"Hehehe, but we gotta rush. Better catch the pizza while it's still hot."

Robin's mood lightened upon hearing the word 'pizza'. "All right, have it your way. I'm starving."

Suddenly, Robin felt a tugging on his cape. He saw the little girl, eyes shining and lips curved into an angelic smile. "Thank you for saving me, Mister."

Robin softened slightly. Throughout all his crime fighting years, most of the people he saved fled from the scene without bothering with a "Thank you. Or even a "Bye sir gotta run."

"No problem, kiddo. Just doing my job." He replied, returning the smile.

Suddenly, a flash of worry crossed the girl's features, and then the next second it was gone. "Mister, I would like you to have this."

Robin opened his mouth to decline, but he froze when he saw what the girl was holding out. It was a chain with an amulet in the shape of a phoenix, made of the most shining silver he ever saw. In the middle was a bright red ruby, which seemed to burn like a fire in the sunlight.

The girl grabbed his hand and placed the necklace into his palm. "It's a luck charm. Maybe it would come in handy."

Robin took the necklace. Of course he didn't believe in luck, but the necklace was too dazzling for him to resist. "Thanks… for the luck charm."

"Welcome. Just wish a wish, and who knows?" the girl said, then walked away without turning back.

Starfire floated over. She gasped when she saw the necklace. "Friend Robin! That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!"

Robin smiled. "Yeah, it certainly catches the eye."

"Whoa dude! That must cost a bomb!" Beast Boy exclaimed.

Raven glanced at it. "Interesting thing. But no use starving ourselves. Are we still up for pizza?"

Cyborg licked his lips. "Oh yeah, baby. Pepperoni heaven!"

Beast Boy sighed. "Here we go."

After two hour or so, most of which spent debating on which pizza to order, the titans teleported (Courtesy of Raven) back to the tower. Cyborg switched on the lights. "You guys up for a late night movie?"

Robin shook his head. "Training is at six tomorrow, Cyborg. Not all of us run on batteries."

Starfire tugged at his sleeve. "Friend Robin, it is that horrible doll again."

Robin glanced onto the table where they had left their mysterious gift. The doll was sitting there, looking as spooky as ever, and its eyes seemed to fix onto them.

Robin sighed. "Don't worry, it's just a doll. I'll dispose of it tomorrow morning, alright?"

Beast Boy frowned. "You know what; I REALLY don't like that thing."

Robin grabbed a tablecloth and covered it. "There. Now we don't have to look at it."

Cyborg yawned. "We should really turn in now. Night, guys."

The titans went back into their rooms. Raven paused for a moment, staring at the cloth-covered doll. Even then it seemed to have an air of evil around it. She smacked her head. "There you go, letting your imagination run wild."

Then she went into her room without looking back and closed the door behind her. It was probably better that she did not look back, or she would be the first to lose the game.

She would scream.