WHOA! Did I just update? yes. Yes i did.

yeah major writer's block lately - blame pokemon and a 2DS - so I haven't written for much of anything. But I decided to finally finish this one short I started over a year ago (not really joking) which is basically a retelling of the Date of Destiny episode from Teen Titans. Far flash in the future (about a year) is when this is placed so it's not going to be the next one chronologically, but it is fun. The other ones I have done for retelling TT eps needs to be spliced with other arcs and... *sigh* yeah, I need to get back to work here in general. Working on it. Really, I am.

Anyway, enjoy! Lines directly taken from episode transcript so it should be familiar, with a few of my twists for this world. Jason is having a lot of fun here, fyi.

Dick – 18 Jason – 15

Destined Date of Doom!

The Teen Titans normally could handle any crisis they came across. They took on space invaders, water monsters, bank robbers, and demons for pity's sake!

So why were 500 mutant moths eating the Golden Gate Bridge such a mess for them?

And to think this all started with a spider-headed smash-and-grab jewel thief.

Exhausted by the sheer numbers of these giant bugs, the team struggled to take down even a handful of them. It didn't help that Starfire was helping Speedy recover from whatever spiderface did to him earlier that day, so they were down two fighters. Right when they thought they might have an edge to the fight, they saw another wave coming over the horizon. Cyborg was updating the last two during the battle and couldn't help but to add his thoughts at the sight. "Uh… we're gonna need backup."

"We're on our way," Speedy informed him on the other end, proving he was alright now. It wasn't even two seconds later when something chopped into the team's signal.

"Don't bother. Even if you defeat a few of my children, you won't be able to stop the swarm. Unless you want your city reduced to a moth-eaten wasteland, you'll do exactly as I say."

Wonder Girl glared at the com unit, listening into the report a few seconds before to see how her boyfriend was doing. Who was this ugly moth guy hacking into their channel? "Who are you, and what do you want?

"I am Killer Moth. My demands are simple. The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender, and…" He glared at the teens looking through the comline for a moment, proving his resolve as he made his final demands. "You will use your connections to have Richard Grayson-Wayne take this lovely young lady to her junior Prom."

They could not believe their ears. Huh?

"What?" Dick could not believe what he was hearing. He just finished taking the AP math exam bumping him up to a higher math course next term and getting the college credits he worked for when his Titan communicator went off. Finding an inconspicuous place while on campus was hard enough, but keeping his voice down was almost impossible after hearing the demand.

"That's the requirement," Donna repeated, sighing heavily. "We only have an hour before he'll strike again, so please Dick, do this for us."

"You want me… to go to Prom… with some crazed supervillain's daughter?" Mentally fuming, he just couldn't take it. "I couldn't even go to my own senior Prom with my girlfriend, and you want me to go out with this crazy bimbo?!"

"We just need to buy time to find Killer Moth's base and stop him," the Titan informed him. "This is just a distraction."

"It's a freakin' date!" As if his love life wasn't complicated enough as it was! At this rate, Barbara was going to dump him for a pre-med student! And if word got out about this… "I can't just-"

"Nightwing, lives depend on this." The seriousness of her voice got him to stop for a minute or two. There was very little he could do to help the Titans in the past outside of research. This was the first time he would be allowed in the field, to make a difference in a fight. "We couldn't hold them off when they first struck and their sheer numbers will wipe us out within a few hours. Please. Help us."

Groaning within himself, Dick gave in. "Fine. I'll do it. I'll take the girl to Prom."

"Thank Hera." Donna gave a sigh of relief, visibly stressed over the entire scenario. "I'll patch you through to her."

"You better get them for this," he murmured just as the channel changed to the criminal and his overly pink daughter. Dick strained to put a smile on his face, remembering his manners, before opening his mouth again. "Hello there. Kitten, was it?"

"Meow!" The blond girl he only saw in Killer Moth's profile before tried to be a cute cat for a moment, only making him internally sick. Just like so many other girls…

"Would you do me the honor of going to the Prom with me?" Alfred would be so proud of his acting abilities and manners. He tried to not think of Babs fuming in the back of his mind. Scratch that, she was never going to hear about this, ever.

The bimbo gasped as if it were a surprise. Maybe she was expecting something more forced… "Oh Richie-Poo! I thought you'd never ask!"

'Richie-Poo?' Nightmare. Nightmare the whole lot of this. He kept his forced smile up as long as he could as the girl gushed about everything she had planned for Prom and how wonderful it would be. Other than locations and colors, he didn't really pay attention. Instead he tried to figure out how to convince Bruce this was a good idea when he really didn't want to do this.

Jason's laughing was not helping. "You're gonna be dating Killer Moth's bratty daughter!"

"Not dating!" Dick insisted as he fixed up his tie and collar, making sure everything was in place. He spiked his hair with a lot of gel just to hide his identity a bit when he got there. Specialized sunglasses waited in his coat pocket to finish the job. There was no way people were going to know he was on that cruise ship if he had anything to say about it. "I'm distracting her until the Titans can stop her dad for good!"

"At her Prom." More snickers came from his annoying grin. Jason was thankfully teasing him in his bedroom rather than in public, which saved him from having to explain the scenario to anyone else. Bruce was actually supportive of the mission, and got a corsage to give to his target to make it more genuine. Since he wasn't being asked to fight, just be a distraction in a very public place, it was low risk job. Alfred even found a salmon colored vest and handkerchief to match her dress. It looked like the two were more interested in the mission than he was. "Sounds like a date to me!"

Barely even looking, Dick threw his shoe at his brother, who dodged and let it land harmlessly on the bed. "Just shut up and do your homework! I've got enough problems without you in my ear!"

"Just think, you're finally going to Prom!" Jason kept at it, ignoring the book he hand open and should be looking through. This was too fun to pass up. "All your dreams are going to come true! You may even get a good night kiss!"

"One more word, and I'll be shoving you into the zeta beam there!" With the dance that night, he didn't have time to fly across the country. Killer Moth must have heard of the experimental zeta beam tech the League was playing with, so it wasn't entirely impossible he knew the Titans could get him to Cali in time for the dance. It would be the first time he'd been through it, but Bruce used it a time or two before and came out alright. It was a shame he couldn't just fly over to Titan Tower and stay the night, but time was of the essence. "You can date Kitten!"

"Ha! You just admitted you're dating Kitten!"

That was it. Without so much as a thought, Dick leapt onto the teen and started to clobber him. It took Alfred coming in the room to help with the finishing touches to stop them and by then he was enough of a mess to warrant a new shirt and tie. And he was so close to being ready too!

"Shut up Wally or I'll throw you into the bay." Dick glared forward beyond his sunglasses, trying to ignore the snickering of his speedster friend. The high school students cursed with being Kitten's classmates were already starting to get onto the ship, eager for their special night. He must have been the only one in attendance who wanted it to hit an iceberg.

Kid Flash tried very hard to suppress his snickers just around the corner. "Sorry, it's just… pft… this is supposed to be a special night and you look so miserable!"

"Why did she pick me to be her date? You're available." Why was it him anyway? It just didn't make a lot of sense. Since when did his 'fan base' (he would be an idiot if he didn't know girls he never met liked him) go all the way to California?

"Must be the mask. Or the fact you have money." KF looked around the corner, acting as his friend and bodyguard at the moment. "Ya know, it probably won't be that bad. You'll be able to tell your kids you went to Prom twice."

"I didn't go to Prom." Looking off, he felt his heart ache at all the things he had to miss. The words just hung in the air for anyone to grab. "Bruce was entirely against me dating when Barbara's happened, and I couldn't when mine came around. And since I graduated a semester before everyone else in my year… Well, in the end it just wasn't an option."

"Oh… Sorry man." The humor finally gone from his voice, he finally understood his friend's mood. Slade took away the memory most seniors waited for their entire high school lives. The guy really screwed up his friend's life.

"I'm really hoping she doesn't show up," Dick admitted quietly, getting a nod from his friend. "Rather be stood up than – Starfire?"

"Huh?" Both young men straightened from their spots as their fellow Titan floated down in a violet Prom dress not too far away. Dick couldn't help but to think she was gorgeous the moment he saw her, but tried to swat the thought away. Barbara was seriously going to kill him if she saw him ogling another hot redhead. "Whoa…"

"Wonder Girl said you would need support should something go wrong," Starfire told them, bringing a boutonniere towards the speechless man. "She also said she would need Kid Flash in the search for 'Kitten's' home."

"But I wanted to know how the date went!" KF's whine got him a glare, prompting a grin. "Tell me all the details later?"

Sighing, Dick nodded. The speedster gave him a smart salute and ran off. Looking to his new bodyguard, he couldn't help but to admire how beautiful she was. No wonder he hesitated when Slade told him to shoot nearly a year ago. Almost shyly, she came closer. "On such occasions, I believe it is customary to wear a dead plant?"

"Uh… usually." He didn't stop her from pinning it carefully to his top pocket, his hormones going in circles. "But with Prom, it's the girl who's supposed to bring the boy's boutonniere. And boys give girls a wrist corsage."

"My apologies," the alien girl murmured as she backed away a few steps. He almost missed the scent of jasmine in her hair, and what she started saying next. "I am still unaccustomed to Earth's ways. Is Prom really such a big deal?"

"In a way…" It was hard to think straight right then. If he were going to Prom with this beauty before him, he might not care so much. Babs would have been ideal, but he'd be lying if he didn't admit Starfire was pretty too. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask, what's your name? Your real name I mean. The one your parents gave you. I mean, Superman's real one is Kal-El and Martian Manhunter is J'onn J'onzz and… I'm rambling… Sorry."

Starfire giggled, making his heart jump. Man this girl was really making him lose focus today! "Koriand'r. It means Starfire in your language."

"Koriand'r…" It was pretty. Reminded him of a seasoning though. "Mind if I call you Kory? It's faster and easier for everyone to say and it's a name here and –"

"You talk a lot when you are nervous, do you not." The smile on her face may have tried to soften the blow, but Dick still felt embarrassed. He hadn't felt this nervous or self-conscious since asking Barbara out on a date for the first time. Course that first time he was trying to get out of the friend zone and he was twelve, so he was rejected, nicely. They only started dating when he turned fifteen, and was a lot more confident in general. "Kory is fine."

A slightly relieved smile crossed his face as he tried to settle his mind and heart. This… probably wasn't a good thing, but it was good to have a friend like Kory. Friend. Yup, just a friend.

Finally a pink limo appeared, getting everyone's attention, especially his. Kitten said something about a pink limo bringing her over and he couldn't ignore this. Taking a breath, he started towards the atrocity. "Show time. Remember to keep a distance or she might make a call to daddy."

"Why are you so certain she is Killer Moth's daughter?" The idea confused the alien for a moment. "They do not look alike. Unless she is secretly a beast monster in disguise."

"Killer Moth changed his molecular structure back in Gotham years ago during a heist gone wrong. He had Kitten years prior. B has a nice file on him back home." Soon the door opened and he was spotted by the target getting out of her limo and she started waving him down. His smile became a grimace for a few moments. "Okay Dick, time to channel your inner 'Brucie'."

"Yoo-hoo! Richie-Poo! Your Kitten has arrived! Me-ow!" From her pink limo to her pink dress to that stupid nickname and attitude, Dick couldn't help but think he would need bail money by the end of the night. Slowly he made his way over to her, convincing himself that this was for a good cause and not to follow his instincts to cut and run. He fixed his expression along the way and was in right form when he finally met his curse for the night.

"Oh, Richie! My date!" Kitten spoke so loudly he could swear they heard her in the ship's engine room. Eagerly she wrapped her arms around his, like a typical tween fangirl imagining a romance. "Don't you look handsome!"

"Thank you Kitten. You look lovely as well." He kept his voice down, hoping it would get her to lower her voice as well. He presented her with the pink rose corsage and proceeded to take it out of its packaging. "For you my dear."

"Oh, Richie! You're such a gentleman!" She flashily gave him her wrist – studded with diamonds no less – so he could put the flower on her. A suspicion of his was confirmed with her next loud statement. "Not at all like my worthless ex-boyfriend Fang!"

'She's doing this to get back at her Ex.' Figured he'd be stuck between an end of the world scenario and a bad romance story. What else was an ex-circus boy good for? Offering his arm, he gave a short bow and smiled charmingly at her. "Shall we?"

"Oh yes! Let's!" Getting her fantasy of the perfect date with a rich kid, Kitten took his arm and the two of them went on board to experience the nightlife there.

Distracting the girl was harder than it looked. For a while he tried to avoid dancing, offering her refreshments and a chance to talk to her friends instead. That only lasted half an hour, until she insisted he dance with her. There was a slight threat in her voice he wanted to ignore, but the real challenge came with her saying, "Come on, Richie-Poo. You've never, ever danced before?"

Never danced? Dick's pride would not take that. "Of course I have. I just think the night is too beautiful to ignore. You can't enjoy a night at sea if you're romping around and spinning in circles. Tried it once. Wasn't a very good idea."

"Oh is that so." Maybe seeing through him, Kitten leaned in with bedroom eyes. "Well I guess we could enjoy the night in another way. There's a nice dark place over there if you're nervous, Richie-Poo."

With the way she was puckering her lips, he could only guess what she meant. That was one thing he did not want to do with this girl. Besides being gross, Barb would kill him! Forcing a new smile, he got to his feet and offered his hand. "On second thought, care to dance? I can teach you how to salsa."

Taking his hand, she went back to her loud voice. "Oh, Richie! Of course I'd love to dance with you!"

With every step he could imagine his girlfriend fuming. Stomach twisting, it took all his acting abilities to be a perfect gentleman and keep coordinated through the dance. Dick managed to teach her how to salsa pretty quickly, but she was more interested in slow dancing, with her arms around his neck and hardly moving at all. Alfred was right; this wasn't dancing, it was moving your body while pretending to not be feeling up the other person!

The worst part was when she was leaning her head against his shoulder and sighing happily. "From now on, Richie-Poo, this will be our song."

'Someone, please, KILL ME NOW!'

It took some convincing, but somehow Dick managed to get away from Kitten to find solace in a place she wouldn't dare enter: the men's restroom. There, sitting in a stall, he managed to open up his com and bring up Donna. "Please tell me you guys have found Killer Moth!"

"Not yet," she admitted softly, "but we tracked down Kitten's home address. It's only a matter of time before we find him now."

"AH!" There was some crashing on the other end, getting Donna's attention away from the screen.

"What's going on?" Some hope lit itself in his stomach as a lot of talking went on behind her. "Wonder Girl –"

"Beast Boy found a secret passage." Donna glanced back to him, gears working in her brain. "I'll send you the signal if it pans out."

With the connection cut and his business already done, Dick let out a frustrated sigh. Time to put his mask back on and face the nightmare date that'd never end. Well, when the Titans gave him the signal it was over. He could run out then and never look back. A wave of sadness hit him as he left the stall, getting him to look down and lean against it in thought. This was the only Prom he'd been able to go to, something he looked forward to for years and missed out on because of Slade. It hurt that he couldn't really enjoy it like others did. Even if he wasn't able to go with Barbara like he wanted, just going with a friend would have been enough. Instead he had to cater to a spoiled rich girl to keep the peace. Life sucked.

Letting out another long sigh, he pushed himself away from the stall and back to the throng of people he didn't know nor cared to know so long as he could get out of this mess. Within seconds of getting back on deck, Kitten was on his arm. Kory waited near the punchbowl, ready to pounce at the right time but looking more like a jealous, snubbed, wallflower at the dance. It was kind of cute.

"Oh Richie-Poo! What took you so long?" Kitten snuggled up to him, almost like a cat. It would have been cute if she wasn't so dang annoying. As it was, Selina would have rejected this kitty; Dami sure would. "I was so lonely without you."

"Wardrobe malfunction." The comment flew right over the girl's head but someone nearby snickered. Another slow song was just starting and Kitten dragged him back to the dance floor for another agonizing non-dance. Her head on his shoulder, Dick tried his very hardest to imagine someone else there with red hair. A long sigh barely escaped his lips, accepting his fate. He went to Prom with a whacko girl who probably deserved to be dumped by her Ex.

His communicator vibrated in his pants pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. 'Finally!'

"Kiss me." Taken for a small spin, Dick almost was too stunned to say anything. Kitten looked up to him with bedroom eyes and her lips slightly puckered. She honestly expected him to obey that command?

Smiling, he tried to let her down nicely. "Sorry, but I don't like you that way. I have a girlfriend you see and –"

"WHAT?!" Kitten's scream reverberated in his ears, making it difficult to communicate anything.

Taking a breath and taking a step back, Dick tried again. "She really doesn't like me seeing other girls and I really don't think you want to meet her on a bad day."

"But this is my night! Daddy promised! You promised!" A woman's scorn is something to fear, but this was more like a childish tantrum. "You have to do everything I say!"

"The Teen Titans are taking Killer Moth down as we speak," he stated solidly, done playing nice. "We're done here. Thanks for –"

"No, we're not!" Enraged, Kitten grabbed the flower off her chest, practically tearing it to pieces, and revealed a trigger that sent chills down Dick's spine. It was eerily similar to one haunting his nightmares every other night. "Daddy's not calling the shots tonight, Richie-Poo! I AM!"

'Crap.' He glanced just past her towards Starfire closing in on their position slowly. He made eye contact and shook his head slightly, warning her against making a bigger scene. Already people were breaking away from their lovely evening to watch.

"And unless you want me to let those nasty moths out for a late-night snack," Kitten grinned broadly, "you better pucker up!"

'How desperate is this whacko?' He took another hesitant step back as the crazy invaded his space, lips inching towards his. Could he do this? Would he? If he kissed her, he might be able to distract her long enough to get the trigger away from her. It may be worth the –

Barbara's enraged face and then hurt one appeared in his mind, ending all debate. He put his hands on Kitten's shoulders firmly and kept her head away from his. "Not even if you paid me."

Before she could press the button or go into a screaming rage, Dick immobilized her right arm and made a grab for trigger. Somehow she managed to lean far enough away to keep him from grabbing it, prompting him to think of other tactics. The deck started to clear as they almost danced around to get that button, allowing Kory to get closer, but not close enough to actually help. Dick was ready to show off his acrobatics again to get it when Kitten stopped their struggle, gasping at something just beyond him.

"FANG?!"

Fang? Her boyfriend? Without thinking, Dick looked back and spotted a large crawling spider head with a teenage boy's body almost dangling beneath it. Using his other legs, he managed to circumvent the crowd and zoom in on their position. "Get your hands off my girl!"

"That's your boyfriend?" Dick couldn't help but stare at the guy. Spider guy – Fang – was Kitten's –Killer Moth's daughter – boyfriend? It almost made sense. Still, she was a whacko worthy of Arkham.

Before he could wisecrack his way out of this, Fang whipped him to the side, poised to fight him head on. Dick landed in a crouch instinctively at the same time Starfire shot one of her starbolts at the guy, throwing him off his game. "Keep your legs off my boy!"

'Her boy?' Taken back once again, he almost didn't question Kory as she flew to his side. "Dick, are you injured?"

"Best I've felt all night." Dick's sash fell to the ground, torn from the impact of the spider's leg, as she stood to his full height. Smirking, he whipped off his bowtie and unbuttoned the top button to prepare for a fight. Half the student population there were running away while the rest were starting to take out their phones to take pictures. The signal emanating from his sunglasses would stop them from taking a successful one of him so his ID was safe this time.

Nightwing could go all out.

"Fangie-Poo!" Kitten ran to the spider's side, almost acting like a normal girl with her boyfriend. "You really do care!"

And Fang answered in kind. "Let's never fight again, baby."

It would have been a sappy soap ending to a fight if there weren't a bunch of expensive jewelry dangling from Fang's legs being offered to her. Kitten squeeled with delight and hugged her beau. "Oh FANG!"

Then came a scene everyone around them wished they could scrub from their memories. Kitten put her lips onto what could be called the lips of a spider, enjoying a long kiss. What little food was in Dick's stomach wanted to revolt in all the wrong directions. "Uck… There are just some couples that should not happen."

"You wanna say that to my face?!" Fang broke off from Kitten and darted straight at him, ready to spider-death him. Starfire blazed another shot at the guy's feet, trying to detour him. "Look at you! You two-timing twit! Taking two girls to Prom?! You're the worst of –"

"I am his bodyguard!" Starfire's shout did not help his ego or the situation. Instead it made it worse. Fang laughed. "You will not attack him while under my protection!"

"A girl protecting a guy?! How pathetic can you be?!"

Cold rage surged through Dick. Pathetic? "Star, I can handle him. You focus on getting the trigger from Kitten."

"But –"

"Are you forgetting last year?" He smirked dangerously, ready to tear apart that monstrosity before him. Starfire's worried look brought him down to Earth briefly. "I can handle him. Get Kitten."

Proving his point, Dick ran forward with only his bowtie as a weapon. Fang tried to spew something at him but each shot was easily dodged. Using the tie, he looped it around one of his legs before sliding under and through the other legs, throwing Fang off his feet. Using the momentum, Dick flipped backwards over him and landed on where the thorax should have been. Fang fell to the ground hard while trying to strike Dick even once. The acrobat moved so fast and smoothly he couldn't land any more than a glancing blow here and there. It really was no contest of skill between them.

"YOU RUINED MY DRESS!"

Dick barely managed to glance over his shoulder in time to see Kitten press the button of mothy evil while tying up Fang's many legs. Food stains littered her pink thing of doom she called a dress and her hair was a mess after being in a catfight. Now she was something terrible and frightening to look at. Dred filled his gut as he launched himself off of his opponent to try and somehow reverse it. His mind flashed back to a year ago when Deathstroke hit another button and he couldn't stop the kneejerk reaction to try and stop it.

Before he could reach her, Kory tackled the brat to the ground, sending the trigger flying. Quickly Dick caught it and started trying to find a way to undo the signal. After last year, he did quite a bit of research on these things. 'Not a deadman. No second button. Can't turn it off. Independent power source. Sends a signal? Meaning it has to exist for it to work continually. A beacon. Good. Easy solution.'

He dropped the trigger to the ground, pinning it with his foot. Looking at Kitten, he smirked darkly. "Consider yourself dumped Kitten."

CRUNCH

With just a little foot movement, Dick ended the crisis. No more trigger, no more killer moth army. If they were still functional, they would be too confused to control and become easy pickings. The rest was up to the Teen Titans.

It was intensely satisfying watching the police take Kitten and Fang away in their police vans. Dick watched from the cruise ship, smirking to himself as Kitten swore revenge on him. "Yeah, keep dreaming bug princess."

"So… no second date?" Dick glared back to Cyborg over his sunglasses, starting a string of snickers.

"Ah come on man! She's a cutie!" Kid Flash chimed in, slapping his back.

"If you squint maybe," Speedy added. "Didn't know you went for the whacko pink obsessed girls KF."

"I like knowing what I'm getting."

"I have a girlfriend guys." Sighing loudly, Dick looked back to the party breaking up behind him. Some of them were zapped by Fang's spider venom thing and turned into living statues; the authorities were taking them to the hospital to be checked out. The majority of the student population weren't sure if they should be partying or going home, but the DJ was still playing as if nothing happened. Kory helped direct people pass in peace, her earlier dress cast aside in the fight for better mobility. Seeing her legs go up to her chest was not helping him stay focused on anything. Turning away, he tried to refocus his thoughts. "I should probably head home now anyway before someone gets a lucky shot of me."

"Don't ya wanna stick around for the after party? We're having pizza." Cyborg's offer was tempting, but he knew better. The sooner he was some, the sooner he was out of any incriminating danger.

"Thanks but –"

"And now the moment you've all been waiting for! The king and queen of this years Prom are… Richie-Poo and Starfire!"

Dick nearly slipped over the edge of the ship and into the tiny space between it and the pier, likely knocking his head hard against something and drowning into its icy depths. It sure was preferable to the spotlight suddenly landing on him. 'Richie-Poo? Seriously?!' The Titans all around him started to laugh, congratulating him on his 'luck'.

A red gloved hand helped him straighten, turning him around and shoving him back onto the dance floor. "Knock 'em dead, Richie-Poo."

It was official. Roy was going to die a painful and horrible death in the back of the batcave where no one would ever find his body. Glaring back at the guy, Dick managed to right himself and fix his sunglasses before looking straight at Kory. Poor girl didn't have a clue why the lights were on them and music was starting to play. Focusing on her face, he smiled and offered his hand out to her. Seeing how it still confused her, he explained, "It's traditional for the elected king and queen to dance together to reopen the dance floor."

"Oh." Gently she took his hand and he smoothly brought her closer to perform a proper waltz. "Is this appropriate?"

"Mostly." It really was a very awkward occurrence. Weren't the kings and queens selected before the dance? And from the school? East coast, west coast, movies, it was hard to tell what the rules were some days.

But hey, at least he got to dance with a hot redhead at prom.

It was four AM when Dick finally managed to make it home after prom. Because his was a mission sanctioned by B, and a weekend, he was allowed to sleep in the following day until noon. Noon wasn't enough, but that was all he was getting. At 12:01, Jason crashed into his room and threw a water balloon at his face. "Wake up Richie-Poo! Your Kitten wants a dance!"

"What was that?" The threat in Dick's voice for the rude awakening didn't detour his brother's teasing. His overly frank attitude didn't help either.

"What? You didn't think Dad let you go on an all-nighter mission without keeping a camera on you at all times right?" The punk's grin just kept growing. "You looked so cozy with Starfire at the end too. I wonder how Babs will feel when she sees the tape. Especially with Star's knock- WHOA!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" From zero to sixty in three seconds, Dick launched himself at his brother, starting a noisy chase lasting a fair portion of the day. To think one of the most humiliating nights of his life was recorded for 'security purposes'! AURG!

A/N: yeah I started on this a long time ago, the idea much much longer ago, and finally finished it! XP Hope you liked Dick's prom night! It was fun for him too. :P

Honestly not that happy with the ending. I was planning on having the family watching and commenting through the entire thing, but it just didn't work out with the story in the end. The night becomes one of their favorite home videos, mostly because it takes a while for Dick to laugh at it. Best thing is for the RobStar fans. yes, it exists here. this is the official beginning of it, but it hasn't really started yet. Dick's not a player, just really likes redheads that can kick his rear at any moment. Is this the end couple? That is yet to be seen *coughnocough* RobStar is good fun here anyway, and cannon. We like cannon.

So Dick got to go to prom! lucky him. That was fun. Until next time! ^^V