Authors Note: Oh god this was hard to write. I have no idea but while most emotions come with some sort of idea in my head I was just like clueless over these two. But you know what would be pretty cool? A preppy emotion. You know one who was like "And then I painted my nails like pink and it was like strawberry pink and like this guy walked up to me and like he was hot and like his mouth moved and like he said something like 'your nail polish sucks.' Isn't that like cute?" I'd love to write that, though it would probably be kinda annoying to read. Anyway thanks for all your reviews and feedback and hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 6: Jilting Jealousy, Hating Hatred

Starfire knocked on Robin's door cautiously. "Robin? Hello? Please answer if you are in your domicile." There was no reply. A little worried Star pushed the door open. It slid easily enough and she saw Robin had not bothered to lock it. Even more confused she entered his room. It was just as she remembered. Large, sparsely finished, devoted to his work. She sighed. He wasn't here. Not that she had expected him to be it was just…Cyborg and Beastboy were in the sea, Raven was reading and she was rather lonely. Today was going to be such a great day before everything started to go wrong.

She could still feel the dull ache in her head. Almost as if someone had a small drum and was beating it constantly against her skull. It wasn't unbearable but it was getting to be quite aggravating. "Surely Robin will not mind if I take a small look around?" thought Star. "After all I am sure he would not wish me to have a headache." A tad reassured she opened one of his cupboards. A rack of neatly pressed Robin costumes stared back at her. She giggled as she remembered trying one of them on. It had been fun but she didn't see how Robin put up with it. Spandex was so uncomfortable. She closed the cupboard door and opened a drawer instead. It was filled with neatly filed paperwork which for some reason made Star feel as uncomfortable as the spandex. Was this what Robin read every night before going to bed? Did he do this just because of duty or was he somehow enjoying it? Starfire shivered. She didn't like it when Robin got lost in his work. She had a secret fear that one day she might never be able to fish him out again. Releasing the second drawer she glanced at it for only a brief second before slamming it shut. She may be ignorant of earth ways but she knew what those were…and even though it strangely fascinated her that Robin would have Winnie the Pooh on his…undergarments…she knew he would probably not appreciate her mentioning that to him. (A/N All's fair right? He sees her underwear, she sees his. Everyone's happy.) Sighing she unbolted the last drawer. If there was none of the aspirin here she was just going to go lie down and hope she felt better later.

Looking at the contents of the third drawer she froze. It was filled with pictures, letters, little presents all related to her and Robin. Eyes widening to the size of dinner plates she picked out one of the pictures. She well remembered that day. It was when they had been spending some quality time on the Ferris wheel before her sister arrived. Eyes softening she stroked the picture. The admiration in her face was so plain to see she felt herself blush. Had she been so obvious even then? And if so surely Robin must have realised…She stuffed the picture back in the drawer. She didn't want to think about this. She just wanted to sleep and maybe if she rested for long enough her head wouldn't feel like it was splitting anymore.

OXOXOXOXO

Robin stepped carefully. It was night time here and the moon shone dully. There were no stars and no sounds. The silence was almost eerie. He felt his foot stick in something gooey and wrenched it out with a disgusted groan. The ground seemed to be getting mushier with each step. Feeling in his belt he pulled out a small flashlight and shone it around. Mask widening in comprehension he immediately stopped walking. He had entered what seemed like a marsh land. The ground for miles around was soft, dangerous and muddy. The grass around him grew taller and taller and he knew that just a few metres more and he'd be covered completely. Sighing and resisting the temptation to sink onto the ground he wondered what to do. He felt the flower that Timid had given him and smiled grimly. A flower was not going to be much help here. In fact, he scratched his head; a flower was not going to be much help anywhere. Still trying to think he found himself growing tired. "No Robin," he began to talk. "You have got to stay awake. Stay awake until you find a way out of this mess. Stay…awake…stay…a….wake…s….t….a," he yawned loudly, eyelids drooping. They were almost closed…closing…when he was jerked awake by an obnoxious voice.

"I still do not see why you get the stilettos! They are so much prettier then my boots."

"I hate your boots. I hate these stilettos. In fact I hate this whole damn marsh."

"Yes, it's not fair us not only having to share land but the land we get is also a…a…bog." She spat out the last word with a sneer before turning back to her partner. "And I love your gloves as well! All I have is this rotten headband but you, you get everything!"

"Oh just shut up will you. I hate being stuck here with you."

Robin rubbed his eyes and looked out cautiously. Two girls stood near him, fortunately facing the other way. Getting a good look at them Robin grinned. Neither of them looked bad (but then Robin doubted Starfire could ever look bad) but they were both so different yet modern that he couldn't help but find it funny. Jealousy he decided must be the one in green. She had a vivid green tank top covered by an army print jacket. Her mini skirt matched but her legs were otherwise covered by black fishnet stockings and long zip up boots. To finish off she had a large head band on her head though Robin couldn't imagine why she needed it because it didn't seem to do anything.

Hatred in contrast was wearing a short sleeved gown in a dark purple shade. Long gloves reached up to her elbows, stilettos sparkled on her feet and a stitched on hood completed her attire. Robin found himself wondering almost inanely how Hatred could walk in those shoes on this ground. He found the answer when she levitated a little towards him.

"Come on Jel. Let's leave. I hate this stupid place."

The other girl gave a small moan and followed her. "I wish I could levitate so easily! You're Hatred! How in the world do you think of happy thoughts?"

"Simple. I imagine killing you."

"I wish I could think of smart come backs like that! The world is so unfair."

Robin felt a little frantic. Eyes darting every which way for somewhere to hide and finding none he braced himself for confrontation.

"Jel there's a boy in the bushes."

"How come you get to find the boy in the bushes? I wanted to!"

"I hate him."

"Who is he?" Jealous walked up and prodded Robin hard. "Oh Hatty! It's Robin!"

"I hate it when you call me Hatty. And I know its Robin you dufus, no one else wears spandex around here."

"I love your spandex. I've wanted some for ages but all I've got is this stupid skirt." She tugged on it and it hiked up a little in the process causing Robin to gulp.

"I hate spandex. Ok Jel let's leave now."

"No way! We didn't get to talk to Robin! How come you always issue the commands?" Ignoring Hatred's murderous glare Jealousy turned to Robin and pulled him to firmer ground. "So Robin…do you like Raven or me better?"

"W-what?"

"Just answer the question Boy Blunder."

"I hate Raven."

"Shut up Hatred! So? Who do you like more?"

"I like you both S-star," stammered Robin. "I couldn't really choose."

Jealousy's eyes narrowed. "You're saying you like Raven more aren't you?"

"H-huh?"

"I knew it! My life is over! How could you do this to me Robin? Oh I wish I could be Raven. To feel your arms around me, your lips on mine, your body pressed close-,"

"I hate sex."

Robin was going redder by the second. "I really feel that I should l-leave now." Immediately Jealousy stopped her rant and stared at him. "Why?"

"Well I need to leave so I can get back to St-…the team and-,"

"Oh! So you need to get back to the team do you? And what about us? Do you not care about us?"

"Of course I care about you!" said Robin wondering how he'd ever get out of this mess. "But it's not that simple. I don't belong here."

Jealousy sniffed. "I wish it was easy as that for me. I wish I could say I don't belong and just go. But I can't, can I?"

"Hatred?" asked Robin pleadingly.

She pulled her hood up, face stoic. "I hate beggars."

Burying his hands in his hair Robin screamed silently. How could he get around these two? Steeling himself Robin decided to do what must be done. Slipping an arm around Jealousy's waist he smiled hesitantly. "Hey um 'Jel' can I tell you a secret?" Trying not to appear too curious she nodded. "Well you know that Kitten girl?"

Her eyes immediately began to glow and a star bolt fizzed in her hand. "THAT HIDEOUS, FAT CLORBA-,"

Robin pulled her back down hastily. "Yeah her. Well I liked you…way more then her. And," he continued hopefully. "I enjoyed dancing with you more too." He blushed half because of the way Jealousy had began to beam and half because the admission was definitely true.

"Do you really mean that Robin?" Jealousy asked her voice a tad softer then before.

Robin rubbed the back of his neck as Jealousy drew closer. "Yeah well sorta-,"

But the moment was interrupted as a calm Hatred poked her face between them. "I hate Kitten."

Jealousy pulled back at once, livid with Hatred. "Must you always spoil everything? I am so envious of your ability to ruin absolutely any moment just like that."

Hatred scratched her forehead. "I hate moments." Robin tapped Hatred on the shoulder only to have her wheel around and glower at him. "I hate it when people touch me."

"Sorry!" apologised Robin quickly moving back. "It's just that I have something for you.

Hatred pursed her lips. "I don't like gifts…very much."

Sweating Robin reached into his pocket and pulled out the flower from Timid's garden. "This is for you."

Hatred took it, examined it and then cocked her head at Robin. He closed his eyes waiting for the imminent 'I HATE FLOWERS!' that was sure to come but…there was nothing. Opening one eyes he chanced a glance at her. "I quite like flowers," she said softly tucking it behind an ear.

Robin sighed in relief but before he could reply a green blur tackled Hatred to the ground. "How DARE you get a flower from Robin. Only I can get flowers from Robin. I want that flower!"

"You are not getting this flower!"

"Oh yes I am!"

"I hate you!"

"Oooh big surprise there."

"Get off me you hippopotamus!"

"WHAT!?!"

"You heard me. I hate hippos."

"Well you're a mongoose."

"Do you even know what that is?"

"You."

"I hate mongooses!"

"It's probably mongeese you idiot."

"I am not an idiot. I hate idiots. You're an idiot."
Robin looked at the multicoloured blur on the ground in front of him and shook his head. Maybe he'd find his way out of here…alone.

Authors End Note: You know how I said this chapter was really hard? Well it wasn't! I mean once I really got into it and decided I wanted the characters to be comic rather then serious it was really, really fun! I hope you enjoyed it. When they're fighting at the end it's kind of hard to follow whose speaking but I'm sure you get the point. And I had no idea what to do with the flower so I just threw it in there randomly. Lol. Well TTFN.

Oh and thanks to elmo94 for reminding me to update!

Crystal