A/N: Action scene, action scene! Wow, this was tough to write! I don't think I did to badly, but I have immense respect for those of you that write a lot of them! To those of you who asked, I have the fanfiction support services, and it tells me how many people read my stories.

Mistletoe

Chapter 8

Robin ripped off his tuxedo, having worn his uniform underneath. Call him paranoid, but it had come in handy every time he'd done it so far. Carelessly tossing his tux aside, he launched a few electric disks at Cinderblock and called to Raven, "Why do you think he's attacking such a remote place?"

"Obviously because we're here! He probably wants to kill us while we're distracted! There's no other reason for him to come anywhere near here, is there?" Raven shot back, beaming Cinderblock with her dark power. Robin glanced at her, as was shocked to see that she too, somehow, had changed into her uniform, despite the fact there was no way she could have concealed it under that slinky dress.

"Yes, but how did he know we were here? No one knows my true identity!" Robin argued, dodging Cinderblock's arm as it attempted to swipe him off his feet.

"You wore your communicator, didn't you?" Raven asked, launching a piece of the broken wall at the concrete giant. "He probably traced the signal!"

Robin broke off, muttering underneath his breath at his stupidity, as he covered his head from the debris raining down upon his. He groaned and rubbed his eyes, wishing he had left his mask on.

Springing up, Robin hurled a handful of tiny bombs at Cinderblock, and ran away. Enraged at the tiny explosions, he swiftly swept Robin off his feet and threw him, causing him to crash into a decorative sword hanging on the far wall with a sickening crash, before falling and collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg where the sword had impaled it.

As Robin clutched his wound to stop the bleeding, his leg hurting terribly and bent in a funny direction, a table enveloped in a black aura smashed into Cinderblock, causing him to stumble backward and trip over the wreckage that lay behind him. Robin looked up to see Raven, eyes pulsing white power malevolently. Robin watched as she hurled another table at Cinderblock, before landing next to him.

"Are you okay? You didn't get up?" she asked, a hint of worry in her eyes. Robin shook his head, biting his tongue to stop himself from making any noises from the pain, and motioned towards his grisly leg. Raven hurriedly encased it in a sparkly blue aura while throwing another table at the cement villain. Robin watched as his skin healed before his eyes. He cautiously shook his leg, only to find it completely restored and the excruciating pain completely gone. He shook his head, amazed at her healing power. He would never get used to it.

Upon seeing that he had healed, Raven flew up and circled Cinderblock rapidly, apparently attempting to distract Cinderblock to allow Robin time to get to his feet. Robin got up, and finding that his leg was supporting him perfectly, he threw himself back into battle.

As he launched a few spinning rings at Cinderblock, he noticed Raven hovering above him, looking about rapidly.

"What's wrong?" he called, rolling to the side, narrowly missing Cinderblock's fist.

"I've run out of tables! Can I throw the expensive stuff at him?" she yelled back. As Robin pulled himself off the ground and opened his mouth to answer, he saw Cinderblock swipe at her, knocking her from the air in her moment of hesitation.

Throwing a net behind him in the general vicinity of Cinderblock, Robin instinctively ran over and caught Raven in his arms.

"You okay?" he asked worriedly. Raven's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned out a yes.

"Why do you need to ask if you can throw the expensive things at him? You throw cars and stuff at villains all the time!" Robin asked, his tone a bit harsh. She could've gotten hurt!

"I didn't want your friend to get mad at me!" she said urgently. "I didn't know what to do!"

"He has villain insurance, just like everyone else in this crime-ridden city! You can throw anything at him! C'mon!" Robin said, pulling Raven after him towards the concrete monster, who had escaped the net.

Hurling a bird-a-rang at him, Robin grabbed his Bo staff and gave it an experimental twirl, before leaping and slamming it into Cinderblock's head. As he retreated and returned hi Bo staff to his utility belt, he dimly saw Raven launch the band's platform at Cinderblock.

As it crashed into him, Cinderblock let out a yell of fury. He grabbed Robin's cape before he had time to react, and raised him to his eye level. Robin thrashed about upside-down, trying desperately to get out of Cinderblock's hand, to no avail. Cinderblock batted Robin around, making Robin's head smash against the side of his hand repeatedly, before dropping Robin to the floor. As Robin looked up, dazed, trying to see through the haze of pain, he saw Cinderblock raise his foot above him, presumably to crush him.

As Robin shut his eyes and waited for the end, he heard a loud cry of "NO!" Looking up, he saw Raven, black lightning crackling around her, her eyes glowing a strange pale purple. As she yelled something that sounded like an ancient battle call, a dishwasher zoomed into the room from somewhere, and she hurled it at Cinderblock, causing him to fall back against the wall, cracking it. As he got up, shaking his head, Raven simply hurled a washer and dryer at him, as well as a band of cutlery, all the while yelling some loud warrior cry.

Robin watched in astonishment as Raven advanced on the villain, hurling heavy objects at him, embedding him deeper and deeper into the wall. When she finally realized that Cinderblock was knocked out cold, he was surrounded by a bunch of broken appliances, including an oven, a stove, a refrigerator, and a sink.

Her eyes altering their color back to normal, and the storm of black power that had been swirling around her calming and dissipating, Raven flew over to Robin, and wordlessly healed him from Cinderblock's abuse. Robin watched as she helped him stand. He tried desperately to catch her eye, but she was avoiding looking at him.

"She's probably embarrassed that she lost control in front of me," Robin thought. "I wonder what emotion took over?"

"You okay?" Raven asked, breaking the awkward silence, as she looked at her feet.

"Yeah. You?" he asked.

"Fine," she replied. She opened her mouth to continue, but stopped at the sound of loud echoing footsteps coming down the hall and into the trashed ballroom.

Robin turned to see a familiar sight: a tall, solid man running towards him, clad in gray tights and a black cape, wearing a black mask with tiny ears on top. He came to a halt in front of them, and panted, "Where is he?"

"What, Cinderblock?" Raven said, looking at the man in front of her incredulously.

"The big concrete guy who ruined my- I mean, Bruce's party!" he said, stopping in the middle.

"Oh, Cinderblock. We handled him," Raven said dismissively, waving her hand aside. "Who are you?" Robin groaned internally, wondering how Raven would handle this.

The intruder stood up straight, puffed out his chest, and said in a strong voice, "I'm Batman." He waited expectantly, as if thinking that Raven would throw herself prostrate and kiss his boots.

Raven snickered. "Nice underwear, Batman."

Batman looked down underneath his yellow belt to see his costumed-designed triangle overtop of his groin. "That is not underwear!" he said, embarrassed, wrapping his cape around himself.

"Yeah, whatever," Raven snorted, amused at his attempts to cover himself up. "Seriously Bruce, you could've picked a less corny costume."

"I'm not Bruce!" Batman snapped. "I'm Batman, protector of the weak, avenger of the innocent, and all around good-guy hero!"

"A hero in tights and underwear," Raven snickered, smirking.

"It is not underwear!" Batman insisted angrily, causing Raven to laugh aloud. A piece of the wall that had broken off suddenly blew up, and Raven stopped laughing hurriedly.

People began looking cautiously into the ballroom, wondering if the fighting was over because of the lack of noise. They filtered in, and began murmuring over Cinderblock, the wreckage, and the three heroes in the middle of the room.

"Sorry about the mess, Bruce," Robin said, getting a word in before Raven could start in on him again. Raven smiled triumphantly, having known it was Bruce all along.

Batman sighed. "I'll call my insurance company," he said, waving his hand dissmissively. "They'll fix everything up. But until then, we have no place to continue the ball."

"If I may interject?" a voice said behind Robin. He and Raven turned to see Alfred.

"Go ahead, Alfred," Batman, also Bruce, said.

"The mayor," he said, gesturing in turn to the mayor and his wife. "…has graciously offered to continue this Christmas Ball in his mansion. Transportation for everyone can be arranged."

"That sounds excellent, Alfred," Batman said. "Allow me to change out of this first, though. I'm afraid my tights just don't fit like they used to." He wandered back into the hall, muttering under his breath and yanking at his tights.

"If I may assist you with your tights, Master Bruce?" Alfred called, rushing after him.

Robin turned to Raven, who was quietly snickering behind her hand. She looked up and met Robin's gaze.

"Oh, Master Robin, if I may help you with your tights?" she said in a ridiculously high voice, before snickering loudly again. Robin laughed as well. He supposed it was funny that a grown man needed help with his tights.

"It is not underwear!" Robin said, imitating Batman. "It just looks like that! Damn costume designers!"

Raven giggled, before repeating, "Damned tights!" and cracking up. Robin laughed heartily as well.

To an outsider, it would have been very strange to see two oddly-dressed teenagers standing in the middle of a pile of wreckage with people looking on at them, laughing their heads off, despite the fact that little clumps of plaster enclosed in a black aura were starting to float around randomly. It would have seemed even stranger when they laughed harder at the remark, "Damn tights!" But to Robin and Raven, they were just laughing together, having a good time.

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I don't like Batman. Can you tell? ::snickers::

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