Yeah, yeah, yeah, warm fuzzies all around. I don't have much time, so I don't think I should make a big long statement. Thanks for the reviews; you guys are my inspiration. School sucks, although you probably knew that already. We were supposed to get lockers, since our school is brand new, but they didn't come today. They were the wrong color, so they had to send them back. I would've taken a PINK one, if it meant transferring books from school, to my mom's house, to school, to my dad's house, and all over again, and that's my least favorite color. So we have to wait another week. I hate business, it always goes wrong. Yada, yada, yada.

I'm babysitting my little brother, but he won't do his homework, because he hates math. Seriously, I got all of the smarts genes, and athletic genes, but he got the high voice, which will eventually change as he gets older, so that sucks. Do you wanna know how many windows have actually cracked from me tying to hit the high notes? Three or four, so I'm in about 28 years of bad luck right there, then if you count the fact that I'm born on October 13, Friday the 13th, then you have a lifetime of bad luck, but you get used to it.

Without further ado. . .

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Robin stared into the shocked eyes of his friends, or acquaintances, whatever. They weren't as much surprised by seeing him, as they were seeing his condition. Rain began to fell harder and harder, but they hardly noticed it.

The leader's eyes could barely stay open, as his eyelids got heavier. He dropped to his knees, too exhausted to stand anymore. Cyborg and Starfire rushed to his side, while B.B. and Rae stayed behind. The green changeling bent down, picking up Raven's dirty scoop of ice cream. He placed it on the cone, and ran of Robin. She tossed the mud covered treat behind her, and joined the others.

Cyborg hoisted him onto his metal shoulders, and turned to leave. The others immediately followed, trying to help in anyway possible. And so, they began the long trek to the tower, with the injured Robin out like a light.

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Everything was black and white when he came to. He recognized the familiar features of the infirmary, and realized that he was back in the tower. He looked down, noting his red paws, with a cast around one. He attempted to move it, but the pain grew immensely strong.

Raven was sitting in a chair in the corner, reading a magazine. He turned at the sound of the door opening, as Cyborg walked in with a glass of water. The half robot smiled as he saw the weary mutt awake.

"How ya feeling, man? You must of taken on Slade or something, cause you look worse than Beast Boy when I turned him brown."

Robin put his head back on the pillow, letting out a pathetic whine. Does he really have to ask? I'm sitting here, full of pain and regret, and he asks how I'm doing. I'm fine, really, just a broken arm and various scrapes and bruises.

Raven looked up from the pages of her book, which she was engrossed in. "I think you should let him out of here. He's been in this childish excuse for an infirmary for three days."

"As long as he doesn't go outside or put much pressure on his left arm, or paw, he should be fine. Get him back in here in an hour or so though."

The red dog happily jumped from the bed, careful of his injury. Raven opened the door and let him out. Robin limped down the familiar halls of the tower. He stopped in front of his room, and gently pawed on the door.

It opened it, and he entered, jumping on his bed. He ran out, dashing through down the hall. Raven was right on his tail, struggling to keep up. Out of breath, she stopped.

"Hey Fido! You're supposed to take it easy. You're hurt. Do you even know what that means? No work, no play, you sit on the couch and watch TV, while swallowing tons of junk. You can't run, you'll hurt yourself!"

He stopped, and waited for her to catch up to him. His tail gently wagged, and they slowly made their way to the main room, with Raven babbling like an idiot, and Robin listening like a student in grade school.

"So, for lunch, instead of your normal whatever, I went out and got you a little something." A grin spread across his hairy face, his tail goin' ninety to nothin'. She entered the kitchen, with him following behind.

Raven bent down, and reached into one of the cabinets. Robin's ears perked up at the sound of something rustling. She pulled out a big bag of dog food. His facial expression changed, as his eyes rolled.

She laughed hysterically, then, opened the fridge. This time her hand came back with a can of Alpo. He stared at the beef flavored snack, a mad look in his eyes. She shrugged, wondering why he wasn't laughing.

"I have dog bones too, if you want those," she declared. Robin turned and got up on the couch. She sat beside him, ruffling thee red ears that had once been interested in the snack that she had to offer. She leaned forward to reach for the remote.

"So, what do you wanna watch?" Raven began to flip channels, stopping on the movie Lassie. Robin shot her a death glare. "What? You can't blame me for this! It's not like I knew this was on!"

His expression lightened, as she began to giggle softly. She continued flipping, a wide smile on her face. He rested his head on his paws, satisfied with the program that she had changed to. He stared down at the cast, noticing his other paw. It was glowing like his hand had done before.

He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, deciding that he would worry about it later. He hid the limb from Raven by putting his ear in front of it, so she would not have to worry for him. He would wait until his arm healed, but for now, he would just kick back and relax.

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Yay for Raven and Robin. I figured that he needed a break after all he'd been through, so who other than to comfort him than Raven? Yes I do support the couple, so sorry if you were expecting otherwise. I'm not a big fan of Starfire, mainly cause I don't understand her. She's, well, let's just say she's beyond explanation.

I didn't want to put her in this chappie, mostly cause I can't write about her or make her speak without something going wrong. So I'll leave the mustard-gobbling alien for later. Maybe with practice I'll be able to focus on her a lot more, but I'm not really looking forward to that, no offense.

About the chapter name, he's a dog and he's red, so what better name than mine! Ha ha.

I think I'll update very soon, but don't expect a long chapter, cause I'm switching between two ideas, so this will get complicated. Ha ha, specially with school up and running. Cyaz later!

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