A/N: The product of the Arrow fandom's Olicity ship, a stolen plotline from an Avengers fanfic I think I favourited and you can find on my profile, and good old-fashioned British ingenuity. Also Doritos. And Jane Austen.

Review, as I haven't done something this silly in a LONG time.

If Bill Nye the Science Guy doesn't have a theme, he goddamn has one now. I COMMAND IT.

Further Adventures in Sense and Insensibility

They had finally gone insane this time, Raven reflected – wearing her stunningly embroidered (with white thread ravens) and sequinned cloak (God, she looked like she was competing in Strictly Come Dancing) with the hood up – as she gazed tiredly at the ridiculous box that Robin, Kid Flash and Speedy were currently occupied with.

Well, Speedy just sort of waved uncoordinatedly from the sidelines, but she was 90% sure this was his idea.

They were using the practically unlimited resources of the Titans Tower laboratory make a washing machine. One that, as Kid Flash had so eloquently hiccuped to her "It'll like wash your clothesh, while you're wearing them."

Raven face-palmed. There was no way this was going to work. Even if Kid Flash had two hard science degrees. Which she was fairly certain he didn't have. And all Robin had was the intro to Bill Nye the Science Guy playing on a small radio in the corner.

"Aaaaaaaaaaand...that should be it. Well, maybe if we reverse the neutron flow and re-set the anti-cat hard drive matrix...yeeeeah...that should work..." Robin said, twiddling a switch on the box roof and backflipping gracefully off into a heap on the floor.

"Now all we need is a teshter." Kid Flash said, looking around. Speedy was currently attempting to play "Through the Fire and Flames" on a bongo drum, so no luck there. He then noticed the four or five Ravens floating around on the peripheral of the room.

"Hey, why don't we jusht grab one of thoshe Ravens over there?"

Robin untangled himself and leapt to his feet. "Excellent idea! Raven, would you mind ever so to just jump in our box here, and, I don't know, tell us if it works or not?"

Raven sighed. This is what she should have expected when she "volunteered" (read: got left behind and was expected to be up) for Robin/Speedy/KF watching.

She padded over to the box, cloak flying majestically behind her. Robin stuck his head around the side and proffered a pair of black bracelet things. Raven gave him a "what's this?" look and he clipped them onto her wrists, a small orange light pinging on when they closed.

"These are to give the auto-wash thingy camera thing something to lock on to. Calm."

Raven opened the door to the box, stepped inside and waited.

She heard Robin pressing buttons and laughing maniacally, then a whirring noise coinciding with the lighting up of a million different lights on the plastic interior. The sound of two people high-fiving and then an "Ow, you broke my wrist! Again!" in Kid Flash's voice came from outside.

"I guess it's working then?" Raven said through the box door.

"Oh, you have no idea, Rave. It's working. Perfectly. According. To. Plan." Robin replied through the box.

An odd brownish gas sprayed out of a nozzle that appeared from somewhere, and Raven suddenly felt oddly light-headed.

Then a blue gas sprayed from another nozzle and Raven felt like she had been hit round the head with a large gold brick wrapped in a slice of lemon.

There was a loud "bing!" and the door swung open.

Raven basically fell out of the box, and Robin caught her with the maximum possible level of suspicious readiness.

No, really, he had his hands out before the door even opened.

Raven giggled a bit from her soft seat in Robin's arms and her hood slipped off her head. "I'm beginning to seriously doubt that that is a washing machine."

"Weeeell, you'd probably be right."

"What's it actually for?"

"Mm? Nothing."

"Tell me." Raven whined, twirling a piece of her hair around a finger. "I want to know what it does."

Speedy and Kid Flash shoved a convenient sofa underneath Robin's legs and he fell onto it, Raven still (sort of) clinging on to him.

"Fine, it resets the main temporal cortex of the brain to make the subject undergo a reaction not unlike that of someone who has rapidly consumed approximately seventeen-"

"Ro-bin, in English, please." Raven said in a sing-song voice.

"It does sciencey stuff to your head to make you all funny."

"So it's a drunk machine? What are the bracelets for?"

"No! It's a machine that makes drunk. The bracelets stop you from blowing the Tower to smithereens. They're power dampeners."

"Dude, what the hell?" Speedy interjected. "'It's a machine that makes drunk?' That didn't even make sense!"

"Shut up, Speedy." Robin said lazily. "It's not like this was your idea or anything."

"The washing machine line was my idea."

"Point taken."

"Really?"

"No."

Kid Flash moonwalked past the sofa. "Should have seen that coming. And I thought the box made you high?"

"I didn't know you could moonwalk, Flashy." Raven said, as she became incredibly interested in a wayward piece of Robin's hair which flopped down away from the rest.

"I didn't either, but hey, just attach some castor wheels made of ice to your boots and there you go!" 'Flashy' said, lifting up his right foot to show her, and yet still continuing on his incredibly slow crusade to the other end of the room. "And only Jinx calls me 'Flashy.'"

The conversation sailed this way and that, resulting in Raven giggling far more than even Happy had a right to, sometimes doing a little squeal and laughing uncontrollably for minutes on end at something incredibly stupid, and then in her finally getting bored and noticing the radio again.

"Robin, I'm bored." she said.

"You said so earlier." Robin replied. He had managed by this time to get her actually sitting on the sofa rather than on his lap (with much protestation from the party in question).

"But I'm bored."

"So what do you want to do about it?"

"I want you to dance with me."

"Dance?"

"Dance."

"What kind of dance? Break?"

"Stop messing around and get Speedy to put some slow dancing music on. Why is he called Speedy when he's not fast in any respect whatsoever?"

"That...is...uh...a story for another time. Speeds! Music!"

Speedy obediently pressed a button on the radio.

"Quicksand by La Roux is not my idea of slow dancing music, Speedy." Raven said testily. "I was thinking of something a bit more classical."

Speedy paused for a moment. "Uh...does that mean Music Sounds Better With You by Stardust is out of the question?" he asked, finger poised over a button.

"Obviously."

Speedy finally worked out what slow dancing music was and a slow, violin-heavy piece echoed around the room.

Kid Flash stuck his head up from behind the table he had recently crashed into (which unfortunately had had two large boxes of glitter and sequins on it), sparkling like he was made of diamonds and gasped. "Oh my god, it's really happening."

The scene when Cyborg, Beast Boy and Starfire returned soon afterwards was Robin and Raven in a stilted waltz around the lab while Speedy and Sequin Flash cried loudly into matching monogrammed handkerchiefs.

Cyborg left the dancing Birds to their own devices as he escorted the rest out, Speedy and Sequin Flash wailing to the heavens that "they grew up so fast!"

He also vowed to take a look at that weird box in the corner.