Screwed

A.N.: cocopops1995 and LordHenryVonHenry suggested this. This is a continuation of Pictures and the tenth installment of the 12 days of Christmas challenge. Once the challenge is over, you guys will probably have more time to let any ideas you may have stew for a while, since I'll go back to random uploads. In this chapter, there will be a character from Teen Titans, which I also don't own. If I did, Teen Titans Go! would have never come into being. The character's age will be off, as will their looks. Enjoy!

"I'm screwed."

"I would think so."

Dick turned around to face the owner of the new voice, a sense of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. What he faced was – gulp – a teenaged girl, about 13, with her hair dyed black and a devilish, at least it looked like the devil to him, smirk on her face. Mischief glinted in her blue eyes, similar to his. There was blonde regrowth at the roots of her hair, matching her blonde eyebrows. Her voice was shrill and whiny.

Under normal circumstances, he would have taken a battle stance or thrown a few knock-out pellets, but in this case, he didn't want to hurt a girl who hadn't done anything to him. Instead he simply kept his guard up and glared at the girl. She didn't seem to notice and he almost blushed at the fact that she was probably lost in his masked face.

"How did I get here?" he asked, his need for answers winning out over his mistrust

"I don't know. But I do know that I'm never letting you leave."

Nightwing scoffed. "What makes you think that?"

"The dart I blew into your neck, maybe."

Dick's eyes widened as he checked his neck and found, to his horror, a small dart that had pierced his flesh. He pulled it out, feeling the small wound sting slightly. He looked back up at the girl, his vision bleary. His mind slowed to a fuzzy blank, right before he collapsed into oblivion. The girl began to bind him.

When Nightwing woke up, it was to the girl's face, inches from his own. He pulled his head back, turning it to the side instinctively. A piercing giggle was heard from the girl and Nightwing turned his head back, only slightly comforted by the fact that she wasn't about to punch him. He realized that he was tied down to a chair. His utility belt and concealed weapons had been removed and were currently lying on an out-of-reach desk on the other side of the room, along with his gloves and boots. Apparently, his fangirl preferred her superheroes with their masks on.

"Who are you? What's your name?" he demanded in a hostile voice. Neither his signature glare, nor his furious tone set the girl off. If anything, she just giggled again.

"I'm Kitten. What's your name?"

"You know who I am."

"I know you're Nightwing, I want to know your real name," she said, sitting on his lap, much to his disgust. Just the fact that a 13-year-old girl was smitten with him made him sick! His face scrunched up as she slung an arm over his shoulders and trailed a finger along his chin. He struggled to keep his lunch down.

"You know I can't tell you that," he growled, blinking five times in succession behind his mask: a command to send an SOS to Barbara. A message popped up on the lenses, telling him that the SOS was sent and Barbara was responding.

"Why not?" Kitten whined, sticking her face in his, making him pull back again.

"You know very well, why not."

"We're all alone here, you can trust me."

"You've just drugged me and tied me to a chair. You are effectively keeping me hostage. Yeah, I can definitely trust you."

"You can, though. It's not like I'm going to tell anybody."

"Who would you tell? It's not like you have that many friends." The last remark prompted Kitten to slap him across the face, which he couldn't dodge at all. Even though the slap stung, Dick simply turned his head back and smirked.

"That's the worst you can do?"

"Oh, I can do a lot worse." With that, she again stuck her face in his, only this time she attacked his lips. Dick's eyes bugged out of his skull and he tried to make some sort of sound, begging for Batgirl's help, who had shown up right before the slap and was deviously watching the entire scene. Bile rose up in his throat, first at the cruelty his companion was showing and then as he remembered that there was an underage girl kissing him!

Just as the smooch ended, Barbara finished her silent observation and threw a bat-a-rang at the corner of the chair Nightwing was on. In a second, it had released Knock-out gas, putting Kitten on the ground. She noticed that her friend looked a little green around the gills, so to speak. He let out a breath when the gas cleared, knowing that that meant it wouldn't affect him.

"So," Barbara began as she started cutting away the ropes binding him to the chair. "Counting her, how many girls have you kissed?"

"Seriously?" Nightwing responded tiredly. "You're really going to start pulling this crap now? And I didn't kiss her, she kissed me."

"Right," Batgirl replied, drawing out the word sarcastically.

"Yeah. Right." Batgirl only smirked.

"So, you were taken hostage by a teenaged girl, six years younger than you," Barbara commented, finally acknowledging the reality of the situation.

"I didn't want to hurt her."

"Sure you didn't. Even though I know you have no problem hitting girls."

"What? You think I'm just totally morally fine with hitting a girl, unprovoked."

"You were provoked." Nightwing didn't respond to this. Instead he looked away shamefully, trying as hard as he could to vanish into nothingness.

A.N.: Not much of an ending. It's hard to end a one-shot. If you have an idea or suggestion for a future chapter, please leave it in a review. Thank you for your time, Merry Christmas, and GOD BLESS!