Author's note: This is my first ever fanfic so if it stinks I'm really sorry. Flames are accepted. I'm not sensitive.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans... tears

All was quiet in the Titans Tower. No one was in the living room, the kitchen was partially clean, and no impending doom seemed to be upon anyone. Of course, the day for most of the titans hadn't even started yet.

When I say most, I mean three, Robin, Beast Boy, and Cyborg. They usually slept till around noon, and that was just fine with Raven, who liked to grab her herbal tea and meditate while the loud ones were still sleeping. Starfire just liked to wake abnormally early, to tend to her flowers and mix up the sickest concoctions one could imagine to dub as food. The smell alone may be what usually discouraged the boys from waking any earlier than lunchtime.

Speaking of which, that's around what time it was as three alarm clocks buzzed urgently in the male titans' rooms.

Cyborg cracked one eye open long enough to glimpse at the time, then promptly shut the alarm off. The only problem is he mashed a little too hard and crushed the poor clock. Shrugging to himself, he swept the remains of the alarm clock into the garbage. This happened on a regular basis, he'd just have to get a new clock at some point. He then started down stairs to the kitchen, where he knew he'd have to make his own breakfast, or battle whatever Starfire had made.

Beast Boy grinned broadly, surrounded by a rather large group of pretty girls, each one hanging onto his every word.

"Oh Beast Boy, you're just so brave." one blonde sighed, massaging his neck as he finished yet another battle story, all of it not necessarily true.

"Aw, saving Robin from that guy was nothing," Beast Boy sighed, reclining back a bit more so yet another girl could massage his feet.

"Modest too," she giggled, leaning forward so she could emit a loud wailing noise

"Wah!" cried Beast Boy, sitting up straight under the covers as his alarm went off. Glancing at the noisily shrieking machine he grumbled, it was such a nice dream he had been having. He didn't get it, he was just as handsome in real life so why couldn't he get girls like he did in his dreams? Oh well.... groggily he reached over and turned the alarm off, trying to hold onto the dream as much as possible.

A rather large lump of covers let loose a muffled yawn and twitched slightly at the sound of the alarm going off on a table very near its pillow. The lump twitched again and after a moment a long arm stretched out from under its blankets and switched the alarm off. The arm then dangled limply over the side of the bed, it's owner obviously wishing to have more sleep. " Robin mumbled incoherently, sitting up and stretching out his long, lean body.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he kicked himself out from under his blankets. Dressed in boxers and a t-shirt, the boy wonder looked much like a normal teenager. Except for his mask of course. Next time you see a normal guy with a black mask and glowing white eyes, give me a call. Still groggy he stumbled to his feet. His hair was mussed, but making a feeble attempt to spike up as it normally did.

Robin ran his fingers through it thoughtfully,

"I'll have this fixed in a minute." he told himself, starting for the bathroom to shower.

A few minutes later Robin emerged clean and slightly damp with a towel around himself. His wet hair was slicked back, the end nearly touching his shoulders in an almost mullet style. Noticing this, Robin wrinkled his nose.

"Ick... alright, enough playtime." he sighed, toweling his hair dry and then picking up his gel bottle.

He squeezed the bottle firmly, the pressure should have been more than enough to draw a good portion of the gel out, except it didn't. All the bottle did was emit a stubborn 'thwet' noise and spit a few specks out. Frustrated, Robin tried again, nothing. And again, nothing. And again and again and again and again and again and again.

Nothing.

Robin cried out in frustration, throwing his non-spiky head back and clutching the black locks. This couldn't be happening to him, he couldn't be... out of hair gel. It just didn't happen. What would he do without his inhumanly perfect hair? He couldn't be seen like this! But he needed help! In a panic Robin dressed and snatched up a ball cap to cover up his unRobin-ish hair for now.

This was trouble, and he needed his team.