A/N: You guys won't believe this... it's Friday and there are still no classes... that means we only went to school one of the five days... epic win!

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Title: The Ideal Date

Characters: Robin and Starfire, Beast Boy and Raven, Cyborg

Genre: Romance/(slight) Humor

Prompt: Essay

Word Count: 1235

Friend Raven has told me much about the Earthly ritual called 'dating'. She has even accompanied me on occasion to watch the 'chick flicks'. I believe I have acquired enough information to fantasize about my own standards for such date.

The Ideal Date
by Starfire

I imagine my partner arriving at my door in the Earthen men's formal attire - Beast Boy labeled it as a 'tux' - and presenting me with bountiful floral arrangements. He would escort me outside, where a magnificent form of their land transportation awaits. He would open the door for me and compliment me on my appearance.

Afterwards I imagine that he will open the door again once we arrive at our destination - an extravagant restaurant, and our eating area gives us a fantastic view of our home that is Jump City. Subsequent to a charming evening meal he will escort me to a nearby dancing area, similar to the one sister Blackfire had taken us all to. We would - what is the expression - 'dance the night away'? Yes, we shall 'dance the night away'.

Lastly he will take me to a large fountain, where he will accompany me in the frolicking and getting wet. We will find each other and... within close proximity... the bright chemical lights the Earthlings enjoy so much are taking place and we end the night with most wonderful memories.

Starfire sighed, a wistful smile on her face. Her green eyes scanned the paper one more time, before she floated out of her room and into the common area.

"Hey, Star!" Beast Boy chirped, waving at her from the couch. "You're just in time!"

"Yup!" Cyborg agreed, grinning. "Just in time to watch me kick BB's ass to the moon and back!"

The Tamaranean smiled at them both absently, taking a seat on the far end of the couch. Slowly, her eyes flickered to the piece of paper in her hands. Oh, what she would give for such a date...

"Starfire! Starfire! Trouble!" Raven called, panicked. A few light bulbs broke but in her fervor she paid them no heed. "Silkie... he's... eating... my books!"

"Oh!" Starfire's hand flew to her mouth to cover a gasp. "Yes! Quickly!"

She got up and, in her panic, carelessly threw the essay onto the table. "Silkie! Bad boy! You must stop feasting on the tomes of your Aunt Raven! They are not good for you!"

Robin was having a very pleasant day... partly because he just woke up.

The boy wonder stepped out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed. He slapped his mask on, and brushed his hair. Carefully, he applied his hair gel and, putting on his uniform, he allowed himself a silly smile. He felt so damned happy, all because of those dreams... but... what dreams...

He stepped outside, and was very nearly run over by... something. He caught the lingering smell of strawberries and jam - Starfire and Raven, for sure. Robin shrugged, and proceeded to the common room.

His eyes flickered to the TV; figures - Cyborg and Beast Boy are at it again. Next his eyes scanned the table for the day's newspaper. "Hey, what's that?"

Beast Boy paused the game. "What's what?"

Robin moved closer, picking up the piece of paper. "This."

"Oh, no, no, no, that's St-"

"The Ideal Date," he read aloud.

His masked eyes scan the essay, and he turned beet red. So that's what Starfire wants...

Robin placed the paper carefully on the glass table, and quickly, he retreated to his room.

Cyborg and Beast Boy looked at each other, then with simultaneous shrugs, resumed their game.

A soft knocking was heard on Starfire's door, and her eyes lit up with curiosity. She hovered over to the sliding door to answer.

"Milady," Robin said graciously, bowing before Starfire, a wide smile on his face.

Starfire gasped. "Robin?"

"In the flesh," he said with a wink.

"What are you doing here?" the princess demanded, still disoriented. Robin. Tuxedo. Slicked back hair. Wow.

His 'cool' facade suddenly came crashing down, and he looked down at his toes in a desperate attempt to hide the blush. "I, uh, just thought... you might... want to go... out?"

"You read my essay," Starfire said flatly, eyeing him with mild amusement.

"Yes?" Robin said, dumbfounded. How did she...?

"I would be most honored to accompany you," Starfire said, smiling kindly.

"Oh, uh... great!" Robin stuttered, floundering around for words. "30 minutes?"

"45," Starfire said, giggling. "I must call Raven for assistance."

"Er, okay... take your time... I guess..." Robin said, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

Forty-two minutes later, Starfire emerged. Robin's eyes nearly popped out.

Her fiery red hair was let down, curled to one side over her shoulder. She wore a strapless, knee-length emerald dress. Her hands were graced with gold gloves; her ears with dangling earrings. Her neck was adorned with a beautiful diamond necklace - one that Robin identified as the one he gave her for her birthday. She nervously fiddled around with the white clutch bag in her palms.

Robin smiled nervously. "Hi."

"Greetings."

"Are you ready?" he asked, extending his arm for her to take.

"It is as ready as I shall ever be," Starfire replied, taking his arm.

Raven smiled to herself, leaning against the frame of Starfire's doorway. "Have fun, you two. Remember - get back before midnight, no funny stuff until you're on the second date."

"Raven!" Robin hissed, turning red again.

"I'm serious," Raven said, smirking slightly.

Robin led Starfire to the garage; letting go of her arm gently, he rushed over to the car to open the door. In his vehemence, he tripped over a stray oil can lying on the ground. He fell face first onto the hard concrete floor, and Starfire was stifling a giggle. "Damned oil can," he muttered, rubbing his head in pain.

Starfire kneeled down beside him, smiling in slight glee. "Let me be of assistance."

Robin scrambled to his feet, fighting the throbbing of his ankle. "I'm fine." Quickly, he opened the door and motioned for Starfire to get in. "Milady," he said, smiling.

Starfire giggled. "You are quite the gentleman."

"That dress makes you look-" beautiful, stunning, sexy, gorgeous "-nice," he finished lamely.

"I thank you."

Robin ran over to the other side and climbed into the driver's seat. "Tonight, we dine in style."

The T-Car pulled over next to a rooftop restaurant, the self-proclaimed 'hottest hangout in Jump City'. Once more, Robin rushed over to Starfire's side. They walked over to the receptionist. "Reservations for two, please."

A girl reading a magazine boredly grabbed a clipboard from the podium."Name, sir?" she asked, not looking up.

"Um, Robin."

"Full name please?"

"I'm sorry, that's classified."

The receptionist sighed. "Sir, I-"

She looked up, and suddenly sat up straight, flinging the magazine over her shoulder. "Yes, Robin, from the Teen Titans, right?" she greeted, leaning in closer; pushing her breasts out and puckering her lips.

"Right. So, about those reservations..." Robin craned his neck to peek at the clipboard.

The receptionist backed off for a second to scan the pages. "Um, I'm sorry, there's nothing written here for today's reservations."

Robin frowned. "Impossible. I called last week."

"Hon', the reservation is for next Tuesday."

"What!?" Robin exclaimed in disbelief.

Starfire tapped him on the shoulder tentatively. "Robin? Perhaps you would like to... go somewhere else?"

A/N: Ooooh! Where are they going next? Find out, in the next installment of 'The Ideal Date'. Next chapter won't be the next part; I'm holding off.

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