A/N: Hi, sorry for the wait again. I've had writer's block like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, I thought of this while ripping my CDs on the computer and forced myself to sit down and write it.
Disclaimer: Even though it'd be super cool if I did, I don't own Teen Titans. Or Clorox. Or Lysol.
Robin glares at the refrigerator menacingly, and (he imagines) it stares back in the same way. You see, it's Robin's turn to clean out the Titan's fridge. Wait, scratch that - he's the only one home to do it. Raven and Starfire are at the mall, Cyborg is checking out the new auto-parts store in town, and Beast Boy is… well, hanging out anywhere but the tower.
Normally, the fridge is cleaned out every few weeks, when the blue furry gunk turns green and somebody's - presumably Beast Boy's - sock ends up in the left hand drawer. But seeing as how the Titans have been away fighting the Brotherhood of Evil, the poor refrigerator hasn't been cleaned in over six months. So, you can see why the others are out - and why the fearless leaders of the Teen Titans is having a staring contest with an inanimate object.
Finally, Robin shakes his head and swaps out his green gloves for a pair of heavy-duty latex gloves. Taking a deep breath, he grabs a trash bag from the cabinet under the kitchen sink and opens the door.
"Oh for the love of Batman! Gross!" The Boy Wonder slams the fridge door shut and jumps three feet back. "Son of a bitch!" He swears. You see, while the fridge seems innocent from the outside, on the inside it's a completely different story. If anything, he only smelt the moldy pizza, curdled soy-milk, and whatever Starfire had made six months ago and hadn't actually seen it.
Robin rips off the dark blue gloves and throws down the garbage bag. He then runs around the tower, opening all the windows and allowing the breeze to blow in. Next, he goes to the bathroom to grab Clorox bleach wipes, Lysol disinfectant spray, and five million other cleaning solutions. And upon returning to the Ops. Room, he grabs a roll of paper towels, a sponge with an abrasive side, and drops everything on the floor next to the fridge.
Taking a clothespin from his utility belt, he pinches it on his nose, slips on the latex gloves, and - preparing for the worst - picks up the bag and once again opens the refrigerator door.
It looks worse than it smells, way worse. The blue furry gunk has turned brown and appears to be reproducing at an alarmingly fast rate. Curdled soy-milk is leaking out of its carton and dripping onto the bottom shelf. The cheese on the leftover pizza is bubbling. The maggots squirming around in Cyborg's old steak seem to have developed space travel and… is that a pair of underwear? It looks like something out of a horror movie.
This time, Robin got further in cleaning the fridge than the first time. He folded three paper towels, sprayed them with Lysol, and was about to scrub the top shelf…
Then the underwear - covered with brown gunk - growled at him and the sound of something hard hitting the tiled floor of the kitchen area echoed through the tower.
T*T*T*T*T
The Boy Wonder wakes to find himself laying on the couch in the Ops. Room with a wet washcloth on his forehead. He tries to sit up, but a throbbing pain in the back of his head forces him to lay down again with a groan.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Cyborg teases from his spot on the couch. On the other side of the metal man, Beast Boy snickers.
Robin rolls his eyes underneath his mask. "What happened?"
"We found you passed out in the kitchen with a clothespin on your nose," Raven says, joining on the couch with a book under her arm. She cracks a smile and adds, "Oh, and thanks for cleaning the fridge."
Robin sighs and slaps a hand to his face. "Damn it."
A/N: I'll admit the ending is kinda sucky, but I'm running low on creativity right now. Question: Should I do a part two of Rules of the Tower? If you think so, say so in a review and do put an idea down for a rule if you have one, please.
