Rawr, somuchRErevision... my head hurts... But last one is tomorrow, so... yay! I haven't even had a chance to read all the reviewes you guys gave me last chapter... You could all be begging me to stop posting this crap and I just keep on going anyways, kakaka...

Anyway... you may or may not be familiar with Small Print, the RobinxSlade thingie I co-write with Narroch. Thought I'd make fun of myself today, anyhow...

Small Print…?

"SILENCE IN COURT!" Bellowed the judge. "Now, we're all here for a very serious reason. Accusations of sexual harassment and stalking always make my skin crawl, so if we could please just get on with this…?"

"Very well," growled Harvey Dent.

Well, Two-Face; but because of connections, he was the defendant's lawyer, despite the fact that that was ridiculous and he should have been locked up in Arkham Asylum.

"My client," the maniac rasped, "has filed three separate charges of sexual harassment, along with additional charges of stalking. I have it all written down, along with surveillance tape evidence of one of the harassment incidences."

The judge nodded, turning to the body pressing charges.

"Now, you're under oath," he said, "so is this all true?"

"Yes, it's all true," Slade sniffled. He pointed wildly at the defendant bench, where Robin was sitting, hand-cuffed and scowling. "He won't leave me alone!"

"Could you please be a little more specific?" The judge asked.

"Well, I wanted an apprentice," Slade said tragically, "and I thought Robin would make a good successor to me, so I implanted destructive probes in his friends, tricked him into coming to me with the ruse of a chronoton detonator, then blackmailed him into working for me and kept him prisoner. I also made him wear very tight leather."

The judge nodded.

"That sounds reasonable," he said. "Go on."

"Well, he's always been rather obsessed with me, and I expect he saw the apprenticeship as his chance to express his feelings towards me. I…"

The villain gave a sudden gasping little sob, choking up.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just… hard for me t-to speak about…"

"It's alright," said the judge kindly. "Perhaps we should show the surveillance tape?"

Slade gave a tearful nod and Harvey Dent passed the tape up towards the jury. It was put into the tape recorder and the footage on it came up on a big canvas screen above the judge's big high table thing.

Two crudely-made hand puppets of Slade and Robin bobbed up on the screen, the Robin one doing some kind of odd little dance. They both had button eyes and cross-stitched smiley mouths.

Over in the defendant's bench, the real Robin's left eye twitched madly.

"Oh, Slade!" The Robin puppet "said" in a squeaky voice that sounded an awful lot like Slade on helium. "Have sex with me!"

"No, Robin," "replied" the Slade puppet, turning away from the other puppet.

"Yes!" The Robin puppet demanded.

"NO!"

"Then I shall take you by force, ah hahahahahahahahaha!" Shrieked the Robin puppet, laughing dementedly while dancing again.

"Oh, please…!" The Slade puppet begged, flailing as the Robin puppet pounced on it and took it out of frame.

"Oh, turn it off!" The judge said, sounding disgusted.

Over at the defendant's bench, Robin felt his heart lift. Could the judge now see the ludicrousy of this accusation? And with evidence like that; a home video of felt hand puppets that looked like a couple of kindergartners had made them…

The judge was now flipping through the statements and additional evidence. Finally he looked up, his brow furrowed deeply.

"This is very serious," he said. "This boy is obviously a maniacal sex predator."

"WHAT?!" Robin exploded, standing up. "That was a freakin' Punch and Judy show!"

"SILENCE!" The judge roared, banging his gable. "This is all very solid evidence." He banged the gable again. "Robin the Boy Wonder from Teen Titans, I sentence you to 56764.23 years in jail for sexual offences, stalking, and also for being clearly colorblind." He banged the gable a third and final time. "Case closed. Take him away."

"What…?" Robin was too stunned to stop the men in white coats putting him into a straightjacket and buckling it tightly.

"This is INSANE!" He shrieked as they dragged him away. "INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!11111!!!1!"

The judge wiped his brow as the doors to the court room swung closed and Robin's injusticed shrieks died away.

"Thank god that's over," he said. "Okay, bring in the next one."

The doors opened again and Batman and the Joker were led in.

"Now, what seems to be the trouble here?" The judge asked the Joker kindly.

"He hit me!" The Joker wailed, pointing at Batman.

The judge and the jury gasped in horror.

"That's terrible! Please, in your own time, tell us exactly what happened so that we can put this monster behind bars."

"Well," the Joker sniffed, "it all started last Tuesday, when I was poisoning Gotham's water supply…"