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The next morning, there was a loud knock on the door of the tower. Robin revived himself from his slumber and stumbled over to open it.

"Hello, Robin," the girl from the video store said softly, smiling at him.

"Uh…Hey," he said cautiously. "I thought you said that you were going to look different when we met."

She laughed. A low, deep, evil laugh. Not a woman's laugh.

She morphed, very suddenly, into the cloaked figure he's seen on the street just last night. Reaching out to him…He was going to kill…kill his friends…Oh god…

"Arrg!" the man said. Robin looked up into the face of not pure evil, but Jack Sparrow. "The Black Pearl be mine!"

He started doing a sort of clumsy jig and singing in an outrageously out-of-tune version of "A Pirate's Life for Me".

"Yo Ho, Yo Ho!" he sang, joined by Cyborg, Starfire, BeastBoy and Raven as Backups.

"Oh No," Robin muttered, realizing that he was dancing, too. Not to mention dressed in full-on sailing gear. "NNNNNOOOOO!"

He sprung from his bed, sweat pouring down his face. What an odd dream.

He removed himself from bed and started down the stairs, but was stopped at the sight the lay before him.

Starfire was on the down-stairs couch, having a full-on make out session with Orlando Bloom.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH! NOT AGAIN!"

"GET OFF HER!" he screamed, and this time really woke from his demented dream-world.

"Good lord," he muttered, running down the stairs before he could let anything weird happen. "That's the last time I eat one of BeastBoy's tofu tacos." He halted when he heard Starfire talking.

"Oh, Will!" she sighed.

"Don't!" Robin said. "Don't do this to me! Oh, not again." He let in a sharp intake of breath. "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" he yelled insanely, jumping over the last few steps.

Star was sitting two inches away from the television, which was playing 'Pirates of the Caribbean' for the fourth time. She blushed furiously.

"Robin, I…I was just…I was merely…Ah…," she stuttered. It was rather obvious that she had been talking to the screen, and he had made an utter moron of himself.

"Okay…That never happened."

Star nodded.

"Right," He said, finishing the subject with an abrupt hault. "Want breakfast?"

"That sounds nice," she said, grinning politely. "Perhaps some mint-frosting dipped chicken wings with a side dish of green nail polish?"

Robin stared at her for a moment, horrified.

"…Yeah, sure," he finally grumbled. "Whatever you want." He watched her float giddily into the kitchen, her hair flying behind her.

"Oh, Robin!" she cried above the sound of clanging pots and pans behind the boy wonder, "You MUST try some! It is even better than my forgiveness pudding!"

Robin snorted.

"My toenail clippings are better than that," he said quietly.

"Oh, I know that they are quite tasty!" Star said, obviously having heard him. "I put some of them in my last batch for flavor!"

Robin ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him.

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When he came back out a few minutes afterwards, the team was sitting at the kitchen table, Starfire chomping on her horrible meal while the others eating an assortment of goods from McDonald's.

"When we saw what Star had done to the kitchen," Cy explained, eating his extra-super-mega-large platter of pancakes, "I had Raven fly over and get us some real food."

Star looked sheepish. Robin wondered why, until he looked at the oven and counter tops, which were caked with nail polish and frosting.

"Oh," he said in understanding, and grabbed an egg McMuffin, walking into the living room and planting himself once again on the couch, where he lay with his head on the arm. He had a horrible headache.

Purple.

What did it mean? What could a simple color possibly mean, if she had wanted him to remember it so strongly?

He contemplated this for awhile, and the next thing he knew the world drifted away from him and he fell asleep.

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It was sunset when Robin woke. He opened his eyes cautiously, afraid that he was dreaming again. After making sure that everything was perfectly normal, he trusted his mind and sat up, sighing.

"I was wondering when you'd be up," he heard a voice say from beside him. He turned to look, and had one of the biggest shocks he'd ever had in his life.

There she was, no mistaking it.

Her eyes were purple, everywhere. Even the whites were dim lavender. It was sort of spooky, but also a little spectacular. Her hair was a sort of lime green, bright and shiny with little streaks of gold around the ends. She even had a costume; a beautiful, silky white thing with a large slit in the stomach and blue ribbons tied around her arms, neck and legs, the ends spiraling everywhere. She was odd, in some ways, but in others maybe even mesmerizing.

She smiled warmly at him.

"Hello, Robin. You were out for quite awhile."

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(A/N: You can find a picture I drew of Rigil Here:

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