HOLY. CRAP. I finished this three weeks ago but forgot about it and never started the next chapter... forgive me! *Bows down*

Also, the full title for this chapter is: "The Ca-raaaazy Adventures of... aw, screw it, it's a terrible pun."

Robin looked around at his fellow compatriots. "So… how did we end up here again?" He looked forward as the Joker stared blankly at him from across the hall of Arkham Asylum.

Beast Boy sat in the corner and drooled as he stared at Poison Ivy.

Raven scowled, as Malchior wasn't present.

Starfire was busy boring a hole through the wall.

Cyborg was on a self-proclaimed 'date' with the security system, which consisted of him chatting the control panel up.

Robin glanced around, and upon realizing that everyone was ignoring him anyway, he slumped to the floor. "Raven," he said in a monotone.

"What?" she snapped from her corner.

"Why haven't you teleported us out of here yet?"

"I didn't feel like it!" she roared, Trigonizing.

Robin lifted his head, unfazed. "Could you, please?"

Raven shrugged, all traces of her anger completely gone. "Sure," she replied nonchalantly. There was a flash of black energy and suddenly, everyone, including every single person rightfully locked up in Arkham, was standing in the living room of the tower.

"I think you did something wrong," Robin said obviously as Starfire continued to obliviously bore a hole in the Titan mainframe.

Beast Boy sat in the corner and drooled as he stared at Poison Ivy.

Cyborg looked around, startled. "Cindy? NOOOOOOOOO!" he shouted, and muttered something, clearly quite put out. He stomped down to the garage to apologize to his one true love after flirting with another for so long.

Silkie managed to eat the Ventriloquist and Scarface, but spit the puppet back out, leaving Harvey Dent to vent his frustration by having a mock-trial with himself as judge, the Joker as Silkie's lawyer, the Riddler as the criminal prosecution, and a jury of the Penguin, Harley Quinn, Clayface, Killer Croc, and Arnold Schwarzenegger as Mr. Freeze.

It was kind of a failure, however, as Harley Quinn thought "Mistah J" could do no wrong, and Killer Croc ate Arnold Schwarzenegger as Mr. Freeze. Penguin thought the whole endeavor was boring and shuffled away to God-knows-where in the tower, mostly just wandering, and Clayface was the only one with an actual opinion.

Harvey Dent sighed and began to flip his coin frustratedly.

Then, Inky realized just how long it had been since she'd updated, and she posted her chapter, finished or not.