Number 41
His blanket was missing.
Robin stalked through the tower, intent on finding his object, not caring how long or where he had to look. The blanket wasn't any ordinary blanket, oh no. This was a high end blanket. It was fuzzy, red with blue stars, and made of the softest fabric ever. It was warm, and comfy, and Robin was extremely mad that when he went to curl up in it earlier it was missing. It wasn't on the couch where he had left it and Robin wasn't going to rest until it was found. Not one bit.
It was winter in Jump City. While there wasn't snow, they got cold fronts since they were so close to the bay. The tower was huge, so heat wasn't on in half the building, to save money and energy, and only on in the most used rooms. This reason made blankets key. Nothing was better than coming back from patrol and curling up in a fuzzy, wonderful blanket. But his, of course, was missing.
So, here he was. Slightly numb in his toes, cranky from lack of coffee, and in the mood for nothing more than finding his own blanket.
He found it on the tenth floor, one of less used floors in the winter, being used by the resident changeling. Robin should have known. Beast Boy had a habit of hoarding blankets, using them all even in the hottest of summer, without breaking a sweat. Cyborg had shrugged, blamed it on the animal traits, but Beast Boy clearly didn't see any reason to explain it. Robin was fine with it too, until his own blanket was taken.
As he got closer, Robin's annoyance dwindled. Beast Boy was curled up under one of the big bay windows. Half of his face was buried under the blanket and Robin could see his ears twitching slightly as he approached. Robin let a small smile grace his face. Beast Boy always got tired come the colder months. He would curl up in the oddest places to sleep, causing some scare in the first year or so, and would be taken some place safer so they could keep an eye on them. It was common to see Cyborg crating him back to his room or the common room.
Robin slide down the wall, placing his leg near Beast Boy's face, and brushed his hair out of his eyes. Robin got his communicator out to snap a picture. They all had pictures of each other so one more wouldn't hurt. Saving the picture to his personal file to print later, Robin sent it to the other three. Deciding that it would be best to go back to the common room, Starfire had wanted to make s'mores in the microwave, Robin moved to collect his teammate.
Beast Boy didn't stir until Robin was halfway down the hall.
"Rob?" He mumbled into his shoulder. Robin chuckled.
"It's okay, I'm just getting you someplace comfy," Robin said. He tucked Beast Boy's head under his chin and readjusted his grip. "When the heck did your legs get this long?"
"I was going to give it back," Beast Boy said. Robin pressed the elevator button with his foot.
"What, my blanket?" Robin asked. Beast Boy nodded.
"Ya, it's really warm." Robin smiled as the doors opened.
"Trust me, I know. You can give it back when you're more aware," Robin told him. Beast Boy curled up against his chest.
"And you will give it back," Robin teased. "I know how many you have, and this one is off limits."
Author's Note: Have some cute titans fluff. Also, send in your ideas (I really liked the one I got this morning). Read and review minions!
