Chapter Eleven: The Real Reason Robin is Afraid of Middle-Aged Women

One day, or night, Robin was laying on his bed. He was just lying there. Doing nothing besides sleeping. Which is technically multitasking, but let's not go into that. Robin slept well, even though it was a freezing night and he only had a thin sheet over him.

In Robin's dream...

"Oh, Robin, you are so muscular!" gushed Starfire, running a finger over Robin's huge muscles. They were picnicing on the beach, and Starfire was in an extremely small, tight bikini. Robin was in a speedo (A/N: HAHA!)

"Oh, yes, my muscles are unusually large, aren't they?" said Robin, flexing his biceps.

"Ooh, Robin, you simply MUST let me cuddle up against you!" she cooed sudectively.

"Why yes, you may," said Robin, grinning. Starfire curled up against him, tracing his enormous eight-pack with her finger.

"Robin?"

"Yes, Starfire?"

"How come you're so damn SEXY?"

"Why, I eat ten dozen eggs every morning, and I work out a bazillion hours a day! (A/N: Ooh, yes, very intelligent, Robin. What extravagant use of the English language...)" replied Robin, making his gargantuan pecks flex up and down.

Starfire giggled, and leaned up to kiss him when all of a sudden --

"Ack! Johnny, cover your eyes! This is innapropriate!" A middle-aged woman covered the eyes of her son, who looked to be around the age of seven or eight.

"But MOMMY! I wanna see them kiss! It was getting to the good part!" he whined. Robin and Starfire just sat there in shock.

"NO, JOHNNY! IT'S INNAPROPRIATE!" The middle-aged woman slapped Johnny's butt. Johnny squealed and ran over to their towel a ways away.

"HOW DARE YOU SHOW INTAMATE AFFECTION IN PUBLIC! YOU MAKE SMALL CHILDREN HAVE DIRTY IMAGES IN THEIR UNDEVELOPED MINDS!" screeched the middle-aged woman. Starfire squealed, and hid behind Robin.

"Don't worry, Starfire! I'll protect you with my massive pecks!" Robin said.

"Oh no you won't!" They middle-aged woman drew a pocketbook out of nowhere, and began repeatedly whacking Robin with it.

"NOOO! IT BURNS OF MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN SMELLING THINGS!" Robin screamed. Starfire heard Robin screamed, and she screamed. The middle-aged woman heard Starfire screamed, and she screamed. The rest of the occupants on the beach heard their screams, and began screaming too.

"Argh!"

"Ack!"

"Nooo!"

"Yaaah!"

"Waaah!"

"Ugh!"

Cries came from all around the beach. Robin got up, but it was too late. The woman's purse came in dangerously close contact with his head before--

Snap Back to Reality! (A/N: Whoops, there goes gravity! Incase you didn't know, that was from Eminem's song... well, I can't remember exactly...)

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Robin awoke with a start, rolled off the bed, banged his head on the nightstand, and screamed. He was covered with sweat, and was tangled in his sheets.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod..." he panted.

"There was no middle-aged woman..." he looked around at his dark bedroom.

"INNAPROPRIATE TEENS!" A middle-aged woman whacked him with a purse.

"NOOOOOOO! THE PAIN! THE PAIN! MY BRAINS ARE LEAKING! NOOOO!"

"Jeez, calm down, I was just leaving, said the middle-aged woman. Robin stared in terrorized fascination as she promptly walked to the window, and fell out. Robin did nothing. He said nothing.

Then he pinched himself. Nope, nothing.

"I am never going mistake moldy tofu for barbequed chicken wings..." he said to himself. He got up, got in bed, and drifted back to sleep.

But not long after, he was hit in the head by a middle-aged woman with a purse. Johnny followed him, blowing raspberries at Robin.

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!"

Author's Note: I have two new plots waiting to be written and posted, but only if I get twenty-one reviews... yes, that means you, you moron!