Me: Ugh, I'm sorry guys; my Chapter Story Plot Bunny (yes, I have a Plot Bunny for chapter stories and another for One-shots) abandoned me. AGAIN! They are so undependable!

CS PB: HEY!! Do you want me to leave again?

Me: NO!! I'm overdue for an update as it is! Then after that I went on a trip and stayed at a friend's house for 3 weeks. Friends, by the way, who do not have Internet (tech hating, weirdo Stone-Agers! So again, I'm sorry my faithful minions; just look into this swirly screen I (cough) borrowed and forget all about my late update.

Mad Mod: (breaks down door. AGAIN) Oy!! That's MY hypno screen you little snot!

Me: Uh…hey look at this! (Holds up hypno screen)

MM: You stupid Yank! Do you honestly believe that I'd fall for-oooh, swirly lines!! (Eyes begin to resemble the screen and he begins to drool)

Me: (grinning) this is gonna be fun.

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Disclaimer: (Some time later)

Me: YES!! I've always wanted an old dude with an English accent to do my bidding! Batman and Slade (Wintergreen is British) have one and now I do too! (squeals and turns to Mod) Now say it just like I commanded you!

Mad Mod: (in a robotic voice) The wonderful, talented, and punctual Skyler does not own Teen Titans, the greatest crime fighting group ever! But thanks to her wonderful intelligence, she now owns me, and I am happy to serve her! On a side note, I'm here to say that the US (particularly Texas, they have Schlitterbaun!) is a great place and I completely believe that teenagers are better than old morons like me!!

Me and Beast Boy: (high-fives) YEEESSSSS!!

BB: Hey, can I borrow him to clean my underwear? Starfire said she'd fry me with a starbolt if I make her do my laundry again.

Me: Sure! And while he's doing that you can help me find out how all these superheroes (and one villain) keeps finding me.

BB: Sorry Skyler, its one of those great mysteries. Like why the aardvark crossed the road.

Random aardvark: (breaks down door and starts beating up the idiot making jokes about it)

MM: (Starts laughing) Thank you luv! That green Yank finally got what was coming…(finally notices what's going on) ELLO!? What's going on and why am I covered in spit!?

Me: Aw maaaaan! Where's that hypno screen?

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Mission Chp 10

In an immaculate red-walled room, an 18-year-old male slept.

A bookcase pivoted around on its axis, revealing a highly advanced computer, which flickered to life.

In the Gotham City Bat Cave, The Batman sat in a revolving chair and frowned in confusion as he leaned forward and searched the area that the screen was projecting. Not finding what he was looking for, he placed his hand on a small joystick, causing the webcam that rested on top of the computer in Jump to adjust its vantagepoint. It finally came to a rest when he caught sight of a lump in the middle of the bed.

He sighed and cleared his throat hintingly.

No reaction.

"Richard."

No reaction.

"Richard!"

No reaction.

"Di-ick."

A slight stir.

"Stop fooling around, you need to get up."

A groan came from the lump and the blankets were pulled up.

"Robin, I have an important mission for you."

A louder groan and the covers being pulled tighter were his answer.

Batman narrowed his eyes, hand beginning to sneak towards the "special circumstances" button, but then remembered what Vic had suggested as an alarm clock alternative. His voice turned deathly serious.

"Starfire's been kidnapped."

Richard was out of the bed and changing into Robin before the blankets even settled on his bed.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO!?" he screamed, "Every moment we waste could be one more moment that Star's getting hurt or…OH MY GOD WE HAVE TO FIND HER!! Bruce do you know who took her? Has there been a ransom note? Bruce? Bruce?! HOW CAN YOU BE LAUGHING AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!"

In all the time that he had known him Richard had never heard his adoptive father laugh. The most he heard was a smirk when they caught a villain. But now, Batman had his head against his keyboard and was expressing his mirth as openly as The Joker (without the sadistic twist) while he pounded the desk with his hand.

This was starting to freak Richard out.

Batman raised his head and wiped a tear from under his mask. "I'm going to have to thank Vic someday and install that sentence into your alarm clock. I've never seen you get up so quickly!" Seeing Richard's murderous glare, he decided to change the subject and get into mission mode. Not that I could really blame him, he thought, if someone had pulled that with Rachel, I would've been angry too. "There is a drug deal between two prominent gangs occurring downtown and you need to stop it. And then you need to go on patrol."

Richard's mouth opened and closed fishlike several times as he debated his options. He could blow off Bruce and go back to sleep (better not, the guy probably had an ejector button on his bed) (A/N: He does), cuss Bruce out for waking him up so rudely (Nah, his butt could do without a battarang in it, thank you), do what Bruce said (pfff, that's a good one), or go downstairs and spend his Monday (it was a three day weekend for a faculty day) hanging out with Star (his original plan and the most appealing option, since Pam and Rebecca had left a few days ago).

"How am I supposed to leave Star here all alone?"

"You're the one who had her stay over here, figure something out." With that, the screen dissolved into static.

Then Richard cussed him out.

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Knock. Knock. Knock. "Richard, it is now 10 of the clock and you have normally awoken before this time. Is there something wrong? May I please enter your dwelling?"

Richard smiled at her concern, then took a deep breath and prepared himself. "Come in," he invited in a tired, cantankerous voice.

The door opened and Starfire meekly poked her head in. The look on her face on sight of his appearance told him that he had achieved every kid's dream: the look of a truly ill person.

In an instant, she was next to him, brushing his slightly damp ink colored bangs out of his face, which was now growing steadily redder. "Richard! What has happened? Your body temperature is higher than normal and you are covered in perspiration!" He opened his mouth to reassure her, but she cut him off with a sharp "Shh!" as she picked up his hand and checked his pulse. After a minute she announced his irregular heartbeat in a concerned voice.

He smiled, "I'm OK Star, its just a cold, I'll be fine in a day, two tops."

She nodded and smiled, relief flowed across her face, but it quickly turned determined. "Very well, I shall prepare for you the soup of chicken and a glass of Zorka berry juice." And she was gone.

Richard blinked; he had never thought Starfire could be so…authoritative.

A few minutes later, she had returned with a tray containing steaming soup, some crackers, a glass of the purple Zorka berry juice, and a single blue Morning Glory in a vase, no doubt picked from the garden outside. "There now, you shall consume your breakfast, then you must stay in bed and rest; I will attend to you."

Richard looked down at the tray to hide the adoring smile on his face. "Thanks, but you don't have to stay with me Star, I know you had plans. Don't waste your day on me."

She smiled at his thoughtfulness, then fixed a stern expression, which would have looked slightly intimidating if her eyes weren't sparkling so much. "But Richard, I want to take care of you."

Richard's hormone-driven mind produced several prospects at this statement, and he suddenly had the feeling that he wouldn't have to fake a fever. Despite this, he turned his voice stern as well, "Star, I'm not going to have you jump through hoops because of a cold. I'll just sleep for a while and have plenty of fluids and all that while you go out and enjoy the day. I heard that it's going to be a nice one."

Star opened her mouth to protest, but it closed in defeat at the determination in his eyes. She knew that trying to argue with Richard when he had that look was like trying to make a canine release the carcass of a deceased animal.

She sighed and frowned slightly, "I do not know why I would jump through a circular ring, but if you wish for me to 'enjoy the day,' I will do so. However, I will return here at the 7 of clock to check on your condition."

Richard held back a sigh of relief, "Sure Star, I'll see you then."

She nodded, "I hope you will feel better," she turned to leave.

"Star?" she turned back. Richard sat plucked the Morning Glory from its vase and sitting up (which brought them very close), tucked it in her hair, feeling its softness and discreetly getting a whiff of those wonderful green apples. He smiled, his cerulean eyes twinkling, "Be careful."

The slightly dazzled alien left the room with an extra spring in her step.

Richard watched her leave, then took a cautious sip of the Zorka berry juice. His eyes widened in slight surprise, "Hmm, not bad." He raised his glass for another drink when noticed that his fingernails were glowing slightly. "Uhh…on second thought…"

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Starfire walked around the city she had come to love, reveling in the warm salty breeze that blew her scarlet hair in every direction, and completely unaware of the attention she was gaining. She was too busy exploring her fairly new home.

She had initially planned to call Raven or Bee or any of her other friends who are girls to do the hanging out, but her plans changed when she stepped outside and the wind assaulted her face. Richard had been right; today was a glorious day. It was just too bad he could not be there to enjoy it.

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In the western side of Jump City, there was little indication of anything nice, unless you called a stolen tricked-out low-rider a thing of beauty.

Next to an old, run-down building that seemed dark and dismal in spite of the bright sun overhead, a streak of black flashed down into the alley.

Robin watched the building he was facing, looking for any point of easy entry. There! Next to the almost completely rusted through fire escape was a broken window. He reached into his belt and pulled out a grappling hook, which he deployed.

Had anyone been walking down the alley at that particular time and happened to look up, they would've seen an odd sight. They would've seen one of the most notorious vigilantes in Jump City hanging upside down by a grappling hook with his cape completely covering his head as he brought out a glass cutter from his pocket and make the broken window wide enough to fit his hand into. But the image only lasted for a few seconds, for in that time he had completed his task and entered the building with only the slightest rustle of cape against metal. Robin's eyes were almost instantly accustomed to the dark, and he stealthily made his way down to the lower levels of the building.

As he opened the stairwell door leading to the ground floor, Robin heard raucous laughter and blaring music. He remained quiet and alert despite the apparent fact that the gangs were too distracted and were making too much noise to notice him. However, it paid off when he spotted two armed guards (one from each gang) near the entrance. The two didn't even realize what was going on until they felt a sharp jab in a strategic point of their necks.

Robin allowed himself a small smirk of gratitude; the sleeper hold was a particularly useful move when one wanted not to be noticed. He took to the multiple florescent light panels hanging from the ceiling and watched the two leaders negotiate. Or argue, rather.

"I ain't gonna do this all day man, I gots things to do. The stuff ain't goin wi'chu unless I get 10 grand, and not a penny less."

"Ten grand for just 30 pounds of crack?! You trippin dog, that junk over there ain't worth five!"

"Yer the one trippin, 5 thousand dollars don't even begin to cover what I went for to get that! And what you callin junk, that's top quality powder over there!"

"I meant 5 hundred fool." The seller's eyes went wide.

"Oh no you di-int."

"I believe he did." If it hadn't been such a tense moment, Robin would've burst into hysterical laughter for the look on the gang members' faces were as startled as though his word had been an atom bomb explosion. "But if you want, I can take that cocaine off your hands for free."

The would-be buyer of the illegal substance got over his shock and glared. "No way Bird Boy!" in a second he pulled out a gun pointed at him. However, in a half-second, Robin had whipped a bird-a-rang at the gang leader, successfully knocking the firearm away.

Unfortunately though, no self respecting gang leader went without a couple armed followers, and there were two sets in the room.

After that, every sense became incredibly heightened, and thought regressed to a direct, primordial state. The outside world ceased to exist, unimportant noises quieted, and time slowed down, like these situations always did for Robin.

Amidst a horde of bullets, he retracted his bo staff and dropped from his perch and began to systematically take out gang members one-by-one. It was a tornado of kicks, punches, and staff swipes, leaving no one standing in his wake. Finally, it was down to a single boy with a knife who looked younger than he was. Robin knocked away the knife effortlessly and stepped forward to put the kid out of commission when he found himself looking down a gun barrel. The boy winked and pulled the trigger just as Robin reached up and twisted his wrist to the breaking point.

Click.

Both looked down at the gun in surprise. The boy tried to shoot again. And again. Once he made absolutely sure that the gun was in fact empty, he emitted a whimpering groan and dropped the weapon.

Robin smirked, and to his surprise, the boy grinned back. He cocked his eyebrow behind his mask, Why…

Chk-chk.

Oh, that's why. Robin knew the sound of a shotgun, a loaded shotgun, being cocked when he heard it. Something cold was pressed to the back of his head and the boy was released, who he moved away, rubbing his wrist and grinning broadly, obviously not wanting to be hit by brain matter, or worse, a stray shell.

Robin closed his eyes. This was it.

Then there was a tapping sound, and the cold barrel fell away. Robin opened his eyes to see that the boy's confident demeanor had melted like ice cream in the Sahara and he took it as a good sign. A swift blow later, the boy was on the ground as well.

Robin could feel someone behind him, obviously the person who had knocked out the guy with the shotgun. He turned to face them.

"Thanks for-Starfire?!"

The Tamaranian giggled, looking out of place (but still gorgeous) in the sea of unconscious gang members strewn about the room. "Hello Robin."

This girl sure seemed to pop up at convenient times. But hey, he wasn't complaining.

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FINALLY!! I hope you guys liked this chapter. I enjoyed writing it, even though some parts were kinda hard. However, I will enjoy writing the next chapter even more! (squeal) But first things first. Keep an eye out for a Blue October update, that should be fun (smirks).

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