Dentist

"Happiness is your dentist telling you it won't hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill."

"Gerrof me!" Robin shouted, struggling beneath the vice like grip that held him to the waiting chair, kicking and scratching, and trying for the door.

"See that," said Raven, irritably gesturing towards the lineup of children, sitting patiently next to their mothers, "They're more mature then you."

"It's not that bad, Robin," said Starfire, warily watching Cyborg pin her friend into the plastic chair beside the table of crayons, "It looks quite fun. They even have the coloring sticks." She picked one up--orange--and sniffed it.

"That's what they want you to think," Beast Boy grumbled, his arms crossed and his shoulders slumped, "they make it look all happy and rainbowy, then they call you in and it's all gone. Drills everywhere..." He shivered, as though reliving a particularly painful memory.

Cyborg continued to wrestle Robin's arms to his side, lowering his neck so his face was inches from his, "You wanna go around with three teeth for the rest of your life? Do you?"

Robin glared and kicked his legs around, "I'm not going in there! I'm not going in there!"

"For God's sake!" Raven hissed, flicking her wrist, sending a purple shield of light crawling around Robin, pinning him to the chair. Cyborg back up, grumbling about stupid spoiled bird kids.

"What's wrong with you, anyway?" asked Raven, "I thought the fabulous Boy Wonder wasn't afraid of anything."

Robin gawked indigently, struggling under the supernatural hold, "I'm not afraid. I just don't like the fucking dentist."

Beast Boy snorted, "I don't blame him. Do you know what they do with rotten teeth--"

"Beast Boy, please," Cyborg scoffed, "I don't wanna know about your nasty chompers."

Beast Boy stuck his tongue out.

"...Robin?" asked a technician, and Robin began writhing under the restraints.

Everyone looked at Cyborg, who sighed, "I got him..."

--

Half an hour later, stopped the muffled shrieks and protest, open the door went, and out came Robin, his shoulders higher then his head and his arms crossed.

The Titans looked up, and giggled, "You look...great."

The entire right side of his cheek was swollen. No, not just swollen. If I may, his face looked like the Goodyear Blimp if all of the air shifted to one end and someone spray painted half of it with red Pam.

The dentist came out after him, looking stern. He looked down on his clipboard and shook his head, "When was that last time he brushed his teeth? Just because your super-heroes does not excuse you from personal hygiene."

They thanked the man and went on their way. Half way through the ride, Beast Boy turned and asked, "Dude, when was the last time you actually went to the dentist?"

Robin touched his cheek tenderly, glaring out the window, "A while."

"Dude...you got like six hundred fillings. More like ten years!"

Robin shook his head, "Not since my parents died. Not going back, either."

It became uncomfortably silent.

Robin hated the dentist. Last time he went to the dentist, he had three teeth pulled. His mom got him ice cream.

Author's Note: Ho ho! See how I just went on around and made that angst? Ho ho, if that ain't skillz, I need to know what it.

I'm trying to add something to this everyday, but alot of them are really old ones that I either never got around to posting or...you know...social life...But, I. Am. Trying.