Robin's Revenge- Chapter 3
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It was about 3:00 AM at the Tower. Robin was still awake, writing on long pieces of paper. The only light in the room was this one light bulb, and it illuminated his work well. Robin was very busy, perhaps too busy to notice the figure standing on one end of the room. The figure stepped closer.
Robin began to sing softly to himself.
Lifestyles of the rich and the famous
They're always complaining
Always Complaining...
If money is such a problem
Well they got mansions
Think we should rob 'em...
The figure stepped into the light. It wore a long-ass cape and a hood. It stepped closer. Robin continued to sing "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous" (A/N: I do not own Good Charlotte or the band's lyrics.). Then the figure tapped Robin on the shoulder. No reaction. It tapped his shoulder again. Still no reaction.
"A-hem," the figure said. Still nothing.
"A-HEM!" Robin continued his singing.
"GOD DAMN IT, ROBIN!!" yelled the figure turning Robin around. "I'M TRYING TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU!! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!"
Robin screamed in horror. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! I'M NOT TAKING ANYONE TO THE PROM! I DON'T CARE HOW HANDSOME I AM!! YA' HEAR?! NO ONE!!!"
Robin leaped up and pulled out his staff. He began to viciously attack the figure with it.
"Robin! Stop! I'm not going with anyone to the prom, much less with YOU!"
"Huh? What's wrong with me?"
Once Robin stopped attacking, the figure stood up and took off its hood. "Nothing is wrong with you, or at least not the way you look."
"Who the hell—?!"
"I was just about to answer. Be patient, Rob! ...and zip your fly while you're at it," the character said.
"Ooops."
"Any way, I am the one they—"
"Who's 'they'?"
"They are not us, they're them. Not us, them."
"Huh?"
"Who are we?"
"We are."
"Who, then, are not us?"
"Them." Robin paused. "OOOOH! I get it. Them."
"Exactly. Anyway, I am the one they, not we, they call Fox Slave."
"Who?"
"I write this fanfic."
"Oh, no..." Robin sighed. "Not again."
"I am here to help you," Fox said. "I'll help you become a good slave. See, right now I am dedicated to my Master. And I figure with my lessons, you will become a good slave."
"Joy," Robin replied, rolling his eyes.
"You dare roll your little eyes at me and I'll roll that head of you on the ground! Think I've gone thru all this trouble just to have you disrespect me. Young man, I'll beat you up so bad you won't be able to grow anymore!"
"But I've already stopped—"
"SHUT UP!!!" Fox roared. Robin gave up and got back to working.
Fox took a look at Robin's room. The newspaper articles of Slade had been replaced by other papers. Fox pulled one out and read: 'METHOD 00-453- 229 OMEGA~ ARSINECK.' It was followed by a series of steps, the last one being 'Pick up BeastBoy's corpse and throw it away. ^_^'
"Robin, I think you're taking this too seriously," Fox told him.
"What do you mean?" Robin asked, looking up from an illustration of BeastBoy's tombstone.
Then, something began to ring. "Shut up, fucking alarm clock!" Robin yelled. He took his Bird-a-rang and threw it at the watch. Instead it missed, and made a hole in the wall. "Damn it."
"I don't think that ringing was the alarm clock, Robin," Fox said.
"Oh! Duh, Robin!" he said, slapping his forehead. "That's the coffee maker!"
Robin ran over to the coffee maker and poured some coffee on a mug. "Say Fox! Could you give me some sugar? It's right over there in my closet."
Fox opened the closet and in there saw 50 gallons full of sugar. She pulled one out. "Umm..."
"Yeah, now pass it over."
Raven peered through the hole in the wall. "Robin," she said. "You seem to have misplaced this in my room." She handed him the Bird-a-Rang.
"Oh. Thanks Raven."
"Yes, well I hope you were planning to refill the hole soon, after all, THIS IS MY WALL TOO!"
"I'll be sure to put it on my to-do list."
"Thank you." Raven said. She looked at Fox who was standing next to the closet with a gallon of sugar. "I'm not even going to ask."
Disclaimer- Nothing.
It was about 3:00 AM at the Tower. Robin was still awake, writing on long pieces of paper. The only light in the room was this one light bulb, and it illuminated his work well. Robin was very busy, perhaps too busy to notice the figure standing on one end of the room. The figure stepped closer.
Robin began to sing softly to himself.
Lifestyles of the rich and the famous
They're always complaining
Always Complaining...
If money is such a problem
Well they got mansions
Think we should rob 'em...
The figure stepped into the light. It wore a long-ass cape and a hood. It stepped closer. Robin continued to sing "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous" (A/N: I do not own Good Charlotte or the band's lyrics.). Then the figure tapped Robin on the shoulder. No reaction. It tapped his shoulder again. Still no reaction.
"A-hem," the figure said. Still nothing.
"A-HEM!" Robin continued his singing.
"GOD DAMN IT, ROBIN!!" yelled the figure turning Robin around. "I'M TRYING TO FUCKING TALK TO YOU!! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!"
Robin screamed in horror. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! I'M NOT TAKING ANYONE TO THE PROM! I DON'T CARE HOW HANDSOME I AM!! YA' HEAR?! NO ONE!!!"
Robin leaped up and pulled out his staff. He began to viciously attack the figure with it.
"Robin! Stop! I'm not going with anyone to the prom, much less with YOU!"
"Huh? What's wrong with me?"
Once Robin stopped attacking, the figure stood up and took off its hood. "Nothing is wrong with you, or at least not the way you look."
"Who the hell—?!"
"I was just about to answer. Be patient, Rob! ...and zip your fly while you're at it," the character said.
"Ooops."
"Any way, I am the one they—"
"Who's 'they'?"
"They are not us, they're them. Not us, them."
"Huh?"
"Who are we?"
"We are."
"Who, then, are not us?"
"Them." Robin paused. "OOOOH! I get it. Them."
"Exactly. Anyway, I am the one they, not we, they call Fox Slave."
"Who?"
"I write this fanfic."
"Oh, no..." Robin sighed. "Not again."
"I am here to help you," Fox said. "I'll help you become a good slave. See, right now I am dedicated to my Master. And I figure with my lessons, you will become a good slave."
"Joy," Robin replied, rolling his eyes.
"You dare roll your little eyes at me and I'll roll that head of you on the ground! Think I've gone thru all this trouble just to have you disrespect me. Young man, I'll beat you up so bad you won't be able to grow anymore!"
"But I've already stopped—"
"SHUT UP!!!" Fox roared. Robin gave up and got back to working.
Fox took a look at Robin's room. The newspaper articles of Slade had been replaced by other papers. Fox pulled one out and read: 'METHOD 00-453- 229 OMEGA~ ARSINECK.' It was followed by a series of steps, the last one being 'Pick up BeastBoy's corpse and throw it away. ^_^'
"Robin, I think you're taking this too seriously," Fox told him.
"What do you mean?" Robin asked, looking up from an illustration of BeastBoy's tombstone.
Then, something began to ring. "Shut up, fucking alarm clock!" Robin yelled. He took his Bird-a-rang and threw it at the watch. Instead it missed, and made a hole in the wall. "Damn it."
"I don't think that ringing was the alarm clock, Robin," Fox said.
"Oh! Duh, Robin!" he said, slapping his forehead. "That's the coffee maker!"
Robin ran over to the coffee maker and poured some coffee on a mug. "Say Fox! Could you give me some sugar? It's right over there in my closet."
Fox opened the closet and in there saw 50 gallons full of sugar. She pulled one out. "Umm..."
"Yeah, now pass it over."
Raven peered through the hole in the wall. "Robin," she said. "You seem to have misplaced this in my room." She handed him the Bird-a-Rang.
"Oh. Thanks Raven."
"Yes, well I hope you were planning to refill the hole soon, after all, THIS IS MY WALL TOO!"
"I'll be sure to put it on my to-do list."
"Thank you." Raven said. She looked at Fox who was standing next to the closet with a gallon of sugar. "I'm not even going to ask."