Chapter 6
Robin flipped through a couple of pages. He was tired, but he wouldn't let that stop him from what he could accomplish. "They're wrong, I don't sleepwalk. I would've known that by now if I did." He glanced at the clock on his wall, quickly. It was twelve fifteen. He rubbed his eyes and continued with his work. He put his head down on his desk, "Maybe just a little break wouldn't hurt."
Robin woke with a start, to a puddle of drool all over his arm. He had just heard a loud crash outside his door. He looked at his clock. Two in the morning. "What was that?" He opened his door and searched the hallway. No sign of life. "I guess it was just a dream." He closed his door and went back to his papers. CRASH! Robin dropped his papers and pen. "I can't concentraite with that crashing going on." He went to the bathroom and poured cold water on his face. "That's a little better." He walked around a bit to wake himself up. "I can squeeze another hour in if I wanted to." he thought. Just then, Jamina walked past him. "Jamina? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" "I was just about to ask you the same thing." she thought, but kept walking straight ahead. "Jamina? What's wrong with you? How come you're not answering me?" Jamina bumped into the wall, purposely. Robin waved his hand in front of her face, but no reaction came from it. Jamina marched into the living room, past the kitchen, and into the library. She banged into the bookcases, knocking books everywhere. "Hey!" Robin picked up the books and followed her until she stopped and lied on the couch. "What was that all about?!" he wondered. A chime rang. "What time is it?" he looked at his watch. It was three thirty. Robin yawned and went into his room.
Cyborg snuck into Robin's room once he was sure Robin was asleep. He took Robin's clock and set it three hours ahead; alarm mode. "Let's see how you like it." Cyborg whispered as he left the room.
Robin moaned as he threw his alarm clock across the room. "Shut up!" He buried his head under his pillow. He was exhausted, between the research and following Jamina late at night. A few minutes after, Cyborg banged on Robin's door. "Get up! It's your turn to make breakfast, man!" "Awwwooonoooo!" Cyborg and Beast Boy entered Robin's room. "Doing a little studying here, pal?" said Beast Boy, picking up the papers all over the floor. "Not that much." yawned Robin. "What's all that about?" Cyborg pointed to the broken clock. "It wouldn't turn off..." Robin mumbled. "Yeah, well, you can't slack off your chores, Robin, so up an at 'em." Beast Boy sang. They both left the room, leaving Robin.
"Did it work?" Raven asked when they came into the kitchen. "Like a charm. He's a wreck, man. It won't be long before he learns." said Cyborg, grabbing a seat. "Shhh! He's coming." whispered Jamina. Robin walked in, tired and yawning. "What is the matter, Robin? You have never made breakfast this late before," said Starfire. "And you do not look like your rest has been fully complete." Robin looked at Jamina and sighed. "Why were you up that late last night?" Everyone silenced as they waited to hear. "What are you talking about, Robin?" "Last night, you were walking around, bumping into things and making noise for about an hour. You kept me up." Jamina raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I think you should stop talking and start cooking." She took a sip of her juice.
Robin flipped through a couple of pages. He was tired, but he wouldn't let that stop him from what he could accomplish. "They're wrong, I don't sleepwalk. I would've known that by now if I did." He glanced at the clock on his wall, quickly. It was twelve fifteen. He rubbed his eyes and continued with his work. He put his head down on his desk, "Maybe just a little break wouldn't hurt."
Robin woke with a start, to a puddle of drool all over his arm. He had just heard a loud crash outside his door. He looked at his clock. Two in the morning. "What was that?" He opened his door and searched the hallway. No sign of life. "I guess it was just a dream." He closed his door and went back to his papers. CRASH! Robin dropped his papers and pen. "I can't concentraite with that crashing going on." He went to the bathroom and poured cold water on his face. "That's a little better." He walked around a bit to wake himself up. "I can squeeze another hour in if I wanted to." he thought. Just then, Jamina walked past him. "Jamina? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" "I was just about to ask you the same thing." she thought, but kept walking straight ahead. "Jamina? What's wrong with you? How come you're not answering me?" Jamina bumped into the wall, purposely. Robin waved his hand in front of her face, but no reaction came from it. Jamina marched into the living room, past the kitchen, and into the library. She banged into the bookcases, knocking books everywhere. "Hey!" Robin picked up the books and followed her until she stopped and lied on the couch. "What was that all about?!" he wondered. A chime rang. "What time is it?" he looked at his watch. It was three thirty. Robin yawned and went into his room.
Cyborg snuck into Robin's room once he was sure Robin was asleep. He took Robin's clock and set it three hours ahead; alarm mode. "Let's see how you like it." Cyborg whispered as he left the room.
Robin moaned as he threw his alarm clock across the room. "Shut up!" He buried his head under his pillow. He was exhausted, between the research and following Jamina late at night. A few minutes after, Cyborg banged on Robin's door. "Get up! It's your turn to make breakfast, man!" "Awwwooonoooo!" Cyborg and Beast Boy entered Robin's room. "Doing a little studying here, pal?" said Beast Boy, picking up the papers all over the floor. "Not that much." yawned Robin. "What's all that about?" Cyborg pointed to the broken clock. "It wouldn't turn off..." Robin mumbled. "Yeah, well, you can't slack off your chores, Robin, so up an at 'em." Beast Boy sang. They both left the room, leaving Robin.
"Did it work?" Raven asked when they came into the kitchen. "Like a charm. He's a wreck, man. It won't be long before he learns." said Cyborg, grabbing a seat. "Shhh! He's coming." whispered Jamina. Robin walked in, tired and yawning. "What is the matter, Robin? You have never made breakfast this late before," said Starfire. "And you do not look like your rest has been fully complete." Robin looked at Jamina and sighed. "Why were you up that late last night?" Everyone silenced as they waited to hear. "What are you talking about, Robin?" "Last night, you were walking around, bumping into things and making noise for about an hour. You kept me up." Jamina raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're talking about, but I think you should stop talking and start cooking." She took a sip of her juice.