A/N: Merci, merci, for all the reviews! I'm so glad you're all enjoying these... And I'm sorry for making you all conflicted about loving the angst, but hating Robin hurting. It is quite a predicament. But! Here's a happy one. So... Be happy!

Time Line: Season V. "Snowblind" to be exact.

Juvenile

"Dancing and prancing in jingle bell square."

Green eyes blinked in confusion, and a tanned hand tried vainly to cover up her giggles. When that didn't work, she ducked her head into her scarf and released her glee.

Robin scowled at her. "Just because you're not affected by the temperature as much as we are, doesn't mean you can laugh at me."

She doubled over, trying to restrain herself. "I do apologize, friend Robin... But you do look very ridiculous."

He glared, and crossed his arms over his thick jacket. His hands, protected by heavy, red gloves, fisted as he tried to keep from snapping at his best friend. "Look. We don't have to go in the snow. We can just stay inside-"

"Oh, no you don't," Cyborg interrupted, slamming a gloved hand over the boy's mouth. "You're going."

Robin's masked eyes narrowed, and he stomped his steel-toed boots, neatly landing on Cyborg's unprotected foot. He smirked at the yelp that followed. "Don't tell me what to do."

"C'mon, Robin!" Beast Boy whined, leaning around the glaring hybrid. "You never have any fun! And we never have snow in Jump! Just one hour..."

He bared his teeth. "I don't have time for this. I have a lot to do, and we really can't stay here-"

"But, Robin..." Beast Boy pouted and morphed into a little green kitten.

Robin blinked down at his friend. "A polar bear may do you more good, Beast Boy."

The kitten spat at him before changing back into the green skinned boy. "Dude! You didn't mind it yesterday when we trekked through the snow all day long!"

"Because we had to!"

"Robin," Raven interrupted. "If I have to go out, so do you."

Robin glared at her, wishing for once that he didn't have his mask. It really detracted from the death sentence he was trying to inflict upon her at the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Cyborg grabbed Robin by the waist and slung him over his shoulder. His robotic fingers dug into the material of the coat as Robin struggled. "Shall we?" he asked, ignoring the kicks and yells that were erupting from their young leader.

The others nodded, some more enthusiastically than others, and out they went.

It was cold out that day, a kind of still cold that swept into your bones and settled there, hidden within your blood. Only by moving around could you keep that cold from freezing your blood and paralyzing your limbs. Luckily, though, the wind had decided to keep away for the day, so there was no chance of wind chill. Robin wasn't overly grateful.

Cyborg unceremoniously dropped Robin unto the snow, wisely choosing not to comment on the high-pitched yelp his leader let out. "Now, we're gonna build a snowman," Cyborg informed him over the low muttering. "So you can stay here and freeze your butt off, or you can join us."

He received a glare as an answer.

Cyborg shrugged. "Your loss, man." He turned away and stepped over to the others, who were gathering snow for their creation.

Robin crossed his arms, muttering to himself. "Stupid snow, stupid cold, stupid need to have fun in it. It's just frozen water!"

He sighed angrily and fell back into the snow, having arrived at the conclusion that he was already wet, so getting a little wetter wouldn't do him much harm. He spread his arms out and slowly moved them up and down, up and down. The cold wasn't that bad as long as you kept moving; so he guessed he'd keep moving.

"Friend Robin, what are you attempting to do?"

He smiled slightly at the shadow covering him. "Making a snow angel."

"A snow angel?" There was silence for a long time as Starfire tried to puzzle that out. "You are making a celestial being?"

"Yup."

"Ah." She fell silent again, blinking down at his moving form. "Might I also make a snow angel?"

"Sure." He paused for a moment, before motioning beside him. "Set yourself down, but give yourself lots of space."

He waited as she floated over and smiled slightly at the sound of her landing in the white cold. "Now, just wave your arms and legs back and forth like I am."

"Very well."

He heard the shifting of snow as they moved, pushing the snow away and firming it up beneath them. Off in the distance, he could hear the cries of Cyborg and Beast Boy and the unfamiliar ones of other boys. Maybe a bunch of Russian boys had decided to play a game of snow football with them.

"Robin?"

He hummed his acknowledgment, lifting his head slightly to find Starfire right across from him. "Yeah?"

"Has this been enough time?"

Robin thought for a minute. "Yeah, sure. Just don't mess up your angel. Just float up."

"Yes, Robin," he heard her answer obediently. He paused in his movements, waiting for her reaction. Sometimes, that was the best part of showing Starfire new things about Earth.

"Oh, Robin! It is most glorious!"

Correction: It was the best part of showing Starfire new things about Earth.

He laughed lightly. "Yeah, they are pretty cool. Wanna help me up?"

Within a moment, a tanned hand was held before his face, and he grabbed it with both hands. A second orange hand went over both of his, and he was swiftly pulled up. He stumbled, narrowly missing the base of his angel. He grabbed Starfire's hands as he tried to get his footing, then turned to see what he had accomplished.

"Oh, Robin!" Starfire gushed behind him. "It is most beautiful!"

Robin nodded to himself. "Yeah, it's not bad," he allowed. Now his back was soaked though.

"Oh, Robin." Now she was scolding him. He peeked a glance up at her, and saw her disappointed frown. "Why can you not see its beauty?"

"Star, it's just an ang-" His words were cut off with a gasp as something slammed into his cheek. He stumbled, his hand waving widely at his face.

Starfire's gasp caused him to look around, and then he noticed where he was standing. Right in the middle of his angel's dress.

"Hey!" He swung his head over and glared at the other boys. "What was that for?"

Beast Boy shrugged innocently. "What? We didn't throw that. Raven did."

Robin scoffed, but turned away. He wasn't going to get thrown into the middle of that game. Brushing off the snow that had landed on his jacket and pants, he started for the house they were staying at. "Whatever. I've got work to do-"

Another snowball hit the back of his skull with so much force, he fell over and landed face first into the snow. He gasped widely for the breath that had been knocked out of him, and lifted himself up on his elbows. His annoyance grew at the boyish laughter behind him. Like hell, they hadn't thrown it.

A familiar giggle sounded beside him, and he glanced over his shoulder at a Starfire who was trying vainly to muffle her giggles. With narrowed mask, Robin covertly gathered snow between his gloves.

"Robin, are you in-" Her words were cut off with a light gasp as Robin nimbly swung a perfectly round snowball at her chest. As her hands flew to brush herself off before snow fell down her shirt, Robin picked himself off the ground.

"No, Star. I'm fine," he answered cheekily.

Starfire's eyes narrowed at him playfully before she scooped down.

Robin's eyes widened. "Crap," he muttered, before taking off.

Another snowball – more of a disfigured cube than a sphere – flew by his right shoulder as he ran, and then another hit him in his other shoulder. As he scrambled to keep his balance, he saw the Russian boys bending over, forming dozens of prefect snowballs with more speed and skill than Robin thought possible.

Well, it's not like they had anything else to do with their time.

He cried out as a wave of snow came at him, and he made for the giant tree close by. Laughing despite himself, he felt shock settle over his shoulders as the branches he was just passing under turned black with magic.

Oh. Maybe Raven actually had thrown that first one.

Snow fell over his shoulders, on his head, on his back, all over him. It brought him down and he fell to his knees as he was buried beneath a tree-full of snow. Cold blackness settled over him and he let himself sink into it. He woke up shortly after though, and clawed at the snow covering him.

As soon as light peered through his dungeon, it was blocked by a hybrid face. "Hey, Rob," Cyborg called to him. "You alright?"

And with a swiftness that might have surprised him if he hadn't done things like this before, Robin swung a snowball into his friend's face. As Cyborg drew back, spluttering for air, Robin poked his head out of the mass of snow.

He surveyed the area around him, feeling a strange, ridiculous connection with the February 2nd groundhog, then smirked at the faces around him. Picking one out from the crowd, he pointed at her.

"Raven. I declare war on you."

Her grey-skinned face grew surprised for half a second before a confident gleam in her violet eyes covered it. "Bring it," she droned.

As Beast Boy gave Robin a hand out of his abruptly made igloo, Robin shook himself off. He mentally shrugged as Beast Boy declared himself on Robin's team, and Raven chose Cyborg and Starfire for hers.

Well... If you can't beat 'em...

He bent, kneeling on the ground as he made another snowball. Maybe some of those Russian kids could teach him a thing or two.

- - - JUVENILE - - -