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"Alright, that's it! Now I'm really going to kick your butt!" Beast Boy shouted at Raven as he lost for the 3rd time in a row. With actual practice Raven was getting better each round. She smirked. The videogames were starting to get to her.

"You mean like the last time you declared that you were going to kick my butt, but got your own butt kicked instead?"

"Yes-I mean no!" Beast Boy pointed a finger at her accusingly. "Stop putting words in my mouth!"

"I'm not doing anything of the sort." Raven glanced at the clock. "I can't believe I've been playing videogames with you for a little over an hour. And why aren't the others back?" Beast Boy shrugged.

"I dunno. Cy said they'd be back soon." He thought for a minute and chuckled. Raven raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I was just thinking about what could be happening at Star's dentist appointment." Raven didn't see why this was funny to him.

"And?"

"Well Star's like a little kid at heart, right? And you know how little kids get all freaked about going to the dentist, right?" Raven nodded and soon her eyes widened in realization.


Robin was the fearless leader of one of the greatest superhero teams around. He was brave. He fought all types of criminals. He helped protect a city that villains always seemed to want to destroy. His intelligence was very vast indeed. You could say he could accomplish anything once he set his mind to it.

Everything that is, except get a very frantic and scared Tameranian princess off a ceiling fan.

"IIIEEE!" Starfire squealed as she hung onto the ceiling fan in the dentist office. The fan was off, but that didn't make the task any easier. Robin was currently hanging onto one of Starfire's long legs trying to pull her down. The dentist, Dr. Amherst, was sitting somewhere near his desk informing Robin that he charged by the hour.

Robin sighed. Today was just not his day. First the whole metal detector scene which ended up in having both Starfire and him removing all metal things from their possession. It got rather complicated when they realized they both had some form of metal stitched into their uniforms. Robin felt the guards were taking things a little too seriously when he had to be patted down. They were both Titans! And this was a dentist office, not a bank! He was also rather peeved at the guard whom had patted down Starfire, but he felt better when she had given the guard a good slap when he inspected…certain areas.

Then of course they had to fill out many, many forms, and on top of that, some people asked for their autographs. A few fangirls tried to kiss and grope Robin while some fanboys hit on Starfire.

"Come on Starfire! He was only reaching for a pick! He's not going to hurt you!" Robin shouted, trying to calm down the hysterical girl.

"But look friend Robin! He wields so many sharp and pointy objects!" Starfire cried from up above. "These foreign objects make me feel uncomfortable and I do not wish to continue on with this 'dentist appointment' anymore! The tiny truck replica has been removed so there is no point for us to stay any longer!"

"Star, Dr. Amherst already told you that the truck did some damage to your molar. You can't go around with a gapping hole in your tooth! It needs to be filled or else it will cause more damage. You don't want that to happen, do you?" Starfire's grip loosened a bit.

"I do not wish for that to happen."

"Then come on down. Dr. Amherst is really a nice guy. He's not going to hurt you." Starfire let go of the fan and floated down to Robin.

"Do you promise he will not hurt me?"

"I promise." Robin replied and almost glared at the dentist in a threatening way to not hurt Starfire. Dr. Amherst obviously got the message and jumped up out of his seat and grabbed his tools. Starfire sat back down in the chair and had Robin's hand tightly in her own, not wanting him to leave her side. Of course, with Starfire clutching his hand so tightly, Robin would have to saw his own arm off to leave her side now. But why would he want leave her anyway?


More time had passed since Raven had looked at the clock. They both were tired of the verses mode so they decided to switch to a different mode in the game. Now they were each fighting various computer opponents. Whoever got the most points after the timer ran out would be the winner. Beast Boy seemed to fair a bit better in this set-up, but Raven was getting better in each passing game.

"I thought after playing this game for hours on end that you would be good at it now." Raven commented as she knocked out one more opponent before the timer ran out and proclaimed her the winner again. "I guess I thought wrong." Beast Boy was sulking now.

"I'm just having an off day, that's all." Raven gave a bored yawn.

"I don't understand how Cyborg and Robin can play so long against you. It's rather boring defeating you every time."

"You didn't defeat me every time! What about that time I beat you in the ice caves?!"

"You only beat me because I sneezed and dropped my controller. There's no way you can beat me—which is pretty sad since you've been playing this game much more than me." By now, Beast Boy had had it. He stood up and faced Raven head on.

"Well I bet that I can beat you in our next game!" he shouted, fire burning in his eyes. He was determined to do physically anything in his power (except cheat, of course) to beat Raven. Raven noticed his determination.

"Alright." she said. "What do you want to bet?" Beast Boy's eyes widened a bit. Raven wanted to wager on their next game? That was so un-like her! Inside Beast Boy grinned to himself. Raven, in her own way, was opening up to him, he just knew it! She seemed somewhat happy when she was playing with him, and she looked a bit more relaxed than the usual uptight Raven he knew. Her hood was down and Beast Boy could actually see the expressions on her face. He even thought he caught her smiling once, but it happened so fast that he wasn't sure she had.

"Are you going to say anything or not?" Raven asked, causing Beast Boy to return to the current situation on hand. "Or are you chicken?" And if to prove her point, she morphed Beast Boy into an actual chicken. Beast Boy morphed back into his human form and glared at Raven.

"Alright! That's it! Whoever loses the next game has to be the servant to the other for a full day!" he shouted before he could take the time to think about what he just said.

There was a moment of silence between the two as Beast Boy's last words hung in the air. Neither knew what to say. Beast Boy was mentally cursing himself for once again speaking before he could think. He knew Raven would most likely cream him again in the game so he was basically digging his own grave here. But deep within his mind there was still a little hope. If he could do his absolute best, he might actually have a chance at beating Raven. He just had to push himself hard enough.

Raven, on the other hand, was thinking along the same lines as Beast Boy. She knew her percentile at victory was much greater than his, yet there still was that chance that he would beat her, and Raven was afraid that he would. It wasn't like before when there were no stakes and they were playing for fun. Now there was something on the line. But wasn't that what a bet was supposed be? When Raven agreed to his idea of a bet, she thought it would be something minor like the loser would get the winner's next dish duty or if Beast Boy won, he would get to wear Raven's cloak. She often caught him staring at it so she figured he just liked it. Plus, it wasn't like she couldn't get a new one and burn that one later.

A minute more of silence passed before Raven spoke.

"So." she said. "That's really what you want to wager? You know that your chances of winning against me are almost nonexistent, right?"

Beast Boy made a face. "I can soo beat you when I'm really trying my hardest so let's get one thing straight." He moved again so now his face was mere inches away from Raven's.

"You're going down Rae." Raven rolled her eyes and pushed Beast Boy back on his side of the couch.

"What did I tell you about calling me 'Rae'? My name is Raven. Two syllables."

"You only told me not to call you 'Ravey' and I'll call you whatever I want after you lose!" Beast Boy said, his confidence and competitive attitude returning.

"You do and you die." Raven hissed. Then Beast Boy thought of something.

"Hey, don't we need to write the bet down to make it more official? 'Cause we also need some rules too, like you can't make me eat meat if you win." He emphasized on the 'if'.

"Okay." Raven agreed, pausing for a second. "Do you want to do it the Earth way or the Azarath way?"

"What's the Azarath way?" Raven smirked and summoned a sharp knife from the kitchen. Beast Boy paled and regretted even asking.

"Errrr…Forget I asked. We'll do it the Earth way." he said, eying the knife, terrified. Raven put the back the knife while Beast Boy pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.

"'Whoever loses the next round will be forced to be the servant of the other for a whole day.'" Beast Boy read as he wrote it all down, including the part about Raven not allowed to make him eat real meat. "What else should we put?"

"You can't go into my room." Raven stated.

"Awww….But—" Beast Boy whined.

"No buts, Beast Boy. I won't make you eat meat and you won't go into my room." Still pouting, Beast Boy reluctantly wrote that down. They spent another moment writing down a few things like 'Beast Boy will be able to talk when he wants', 'Raven shall not kill Beast Boy for the things he does while she's under his control', and 'no frilly froufrou dresses'. Finally they finished and both signed it before picking up their controllers once more. This was it. The start timer counted down.

"Three…Two…One…GO!"


Cyborg had just about had it. Of all the days his arm could've fallen off it had to be the one day of the month when Trevor was working at the repair shop.

Trevor was the most pin-headed person in the world. He had dropped out of high school when he was a teen, and spent most of his time sitting on a box in an alley, doing absolutely nothing. Just sitting. The guy made Beast Boy look like a bona fide genius who taught advanced trigonometry at Harvard. Since he was completely dense and stupid beyond all belief, Trevor's job at the local 'Fix-It' shop was just to greet the customers, fill out a sheet on what their problem was and deliver the messages to the mechanics in the back.

And even that was too hard for him.

"So how do you spell your name, Sideboard?" Trevor asked from his chair behind the desk. In front of him was the little pad and in his hand was a pen. A sheet of glass separated him from the customers and had a hole in it so they could talk.

"For the 10th time, my name is Cyborg." Cyborg grunted, his teeth clenched in fury. "C-Y-B-"

"Snideblorg, you're talking too fast. Slow down. I only have one hand!" Trevor said from his seat, waving his two hands in the air. The robotic parts of Cyborg started to glow red with his anger as he glared at Trevor. He now spoke each letter super clearly, loud, and slow.

"C-Y-B-O-"

"Whoa, I told you to slow down! Now what was your name again, Slidebar?" By now, Cyborg was glowing red with rage. Quickly and angrily, Cyborg typed into his keypad, using his nose since his right arm was detached, his name and turned his arm so Trevor could read off of it.

"C-Y-B-O-R-G! CYBORG! THAT'S MY NAME!" Taking about a minute to write down Cyborg's name, Trevor finally finished.

"Okay Side-of-fries, what seems to be the problem?"

Ignoring the name again, Cyborg said, "I need a new TechNut 2000 valve connecter bolt for my arm." He placed the disjoined arm on the counter.

"Dude! You're missing an arm!" Trevor said, ecstatically.

"No duh. Now can you get me my bolt or not?"

"What bolt?" Cyborg slapped his face.

"The bolt I just asked for!"

"Well which one do you want, 'cause we have lots of them."

"TECHNUT 2000 VALVE CONNECTER BOLT FOR MY ARM!"

"Which arm?"

"THE ARM THAT'S ON THE COUNTER!"

"Which arm is that?"

"ARRRGGGGHHHH!" If Cyborg had hair, right now he'd be tearing it all out.

"Hey, did you know you were a robot?"

"OF COURSE I KNOW I'M A ROBOT. Well, only half, BUT ME BEING A ROBOT IS NOT THE POINT!"

"Cool, so can you give me a soda robot-man?"

"WHY WOULD I GIVE YOU A SODA?!"

"Because robots have sodas inside of them."

"THAT'S A SODA MACHINE YOU MORON!"

"Hey, I'm not a moron!"

"THEN TELL ME WHAT I JUST SAID!"

Trevor thought for a moment before saying, "Hi, and welcome to Fix-It. I'm Trevor. Can I help you? Ummm….Soda? Where'd you go?" And as he leaned up against the glass, he saw Cyborg twitching on the floor.


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