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Unbeknownst to Them

Robin has a little chat with his new enemy, Life of the Party…

Rated PG.

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Unbeknownst to Them

Robin dared not ride the R-Cycle to jail. The wheels were likely to skid and slip on the ice, and he DID NOT want to have a handlebar impaled in his neck. Not now, at least. He chose walking (again).

When he reached the jail, he had only slipped three times, which was very good, considering that everywhere else he looked everyone was either on the ground or heading towards it.

He strode in, and waited to talk to Life of the Party. It wasn't long before they delivered. Being a hero had its advantages.

"Ah, Robin," said Life of the Party smugly, smirking despite the fact his arms were cuffed to the harsh metal chair he sat in. "I was wondering when you would come hunt me down. Come to ask be about this little tiff you're experiencing?"

"Yes," he answered instantly. The word stung his tongue like stale motor oil. Robin narrowed his eyes. "I'm not here to play games, Life of the Party," he said, not bothering to keep the loathing out of his voice. "I want to know what on Earth you did to me and Starfire. Now."

Life of the Party shook his head sadly, a grin still plastered on his face. "Such a temper," he said. "Kids these days, have no sense of patience…"

"Time's ticking, Life of the Party, and I'm counting."

The gleeful manner vanished from Life of the Party's face, and a hateful snarl replaced it. "Look, kid, it's simple," he said. "That kiss was loaded with truth venom. I bet by now you can't lie a single word, correct?"

"Yes."

"Just what'd I hoped. It'll wear off only if you spill your deepest secret. It may take several tries, lad, but it'll be worth it. You have something you're hiding from your little team, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. You ask me what it is and I'll personally make sure you rot in jail."

"As I see it neither of us have much of a choice there, lad," said Life of the Party. "I can make you do whatever I please, and I'll still 'rot in jail' anyway."

Robin, quick as thought, stood up, strode out of the room, and slammed the door. He stared at the officer, his face like stone. "Interview's over, sir. You can take him away."

Author's Notes: Dear God I had the worst case of writer's block this side of the millennium. My head is aching, man. This has been sitting here for days, and I've been staring at it, trying to find something else to ad. I'm sorry, really, for it being so short and coming in so late, but I'm serious: I can't think up anything to write worth crud. I can't even Role Play.

Sorry, and expect a better chapter as soon as this flippin' headache/writer's block spell has passed.