AN: Special thanks to the six people who actually liked this and have given it a positive review. On to chapter two…

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans and I apologize to Charlie Sheen for this. Don't sue.

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Chapter Two: Fatal Attraction

The hypnotic rhythm of techno music blared from every speaker in the dimly lit club. The people on the floor swarmed to gather in one huge pulsating mass. Robin moved through the flood of people undetected as he inched toward the small stage door that led to the back.

Meanwhile, Beast Boy and Cyborg were just coming off the dance floor, heading for the bar, in need of liquid refreshment after twenty minutes of doing the electric slide.

After they ordered their drinks, Cyborg turns to Beast Boy and smacks him on the back of the head.

Incensed, Beast Boy rounds on Cyborg, while rubbing the back of his head. "Dude, the hell's wrong with you….what the hell was that for?"

"Man, you better be glad that is all I did to you," Cyborg returned.

"Dude that was not cool!"

"Not cool. Not cool. I'll tell you what's not cool. This weak ass club you dragged me to." Cyborg spread his arms wide to emphasize his meaning. "You promised me good-looking women. Where are all the good-looking women?"

"What are you talking about man? We are surrounded by beautiful women. Just take a look around."

Cyborg snorted loudly at the remark. "I didn't know I had to be Ray Charles find a good-lookin' woman in this place."

"Hell, you'd hafta be Ray Charles to get a woman to even talk to you're ugly metal ass," Beast Boy muttered. "The ladies here are loooo-ve—leeeee."

" Man I don't know what you're smoking, cuz I feel like I'm at the pound judging by all these dogs! I mean goddamn! Not one of these women is up to Cyborg standards."

"Dude you are such a fucking ass. It's no wonder your single."

Slamming his metal fists on his hips, Cyborg was stunned. "What's that suppose to mean?"

" I think it's pretty obvious!" Beast Boy bit back, "There are dozens of good-looking women here." Then he pointed to the far end of the room "Look to your leftwhat about the red head?"

"Fat"

"Okay how about the blonde next to her? She's pretty cute."

"Ugly…ooohhh. Damn ugly"

"Fine… how about the one with the black hair? She's gorgeous."

Cyborg squinted his eyes. "I think that ones a man."

" No it isn't"

"Look man I can see its Adam's apple from over here!"

Turning away from him, Beast boy frowned deeply and heaved a disgusted sigh. Cyborgs's arrogance was making him sick. Letting his eyes continue wander through Cyborg's incessant prattling, his eyes landed on a petite brunette who was sitting alone at the opposite end of the club, applying coat of lipstick.

The lady was absolutely breath taking: beautiful eyes, a perfect hourglass figure, and a smile that could enchant anyone. Even Cyborg couldn't have said anything derogative about her. As he stared at her, mentally stalking her in his mind, Beast Boy felt a cold metallic hand slap him across the back.

" Man did you hear anything I just said." Cyborg asked.

"No, man I wasn't listening."

" And why the hell not!"

" Because I just saw the mother of my children."

" I didn't know they let chimpanzees in here."

" Dude, fuck you!"

" Hey I am just playing. Where is she?"

" Over there in the corner." He pointed to the far end of the club.

Cyborg's eyes followed to where Beast Boy had pointed, but he did not see the vision of the Venus his friend had declared.. Instead, he locked eyes with an object that could be considered Cerberus rather than the goddess of beauty. Feeling Cyborg's heavy eye, the woman held his gaze and winked at him seductively.

Cyborg all but jumped out of his seat. "Jesus Christ….That's straight nasty!"

"What is?" Beast Boy asked.

"That ugly-ass thing you pointed to in the corner. It winked at me man."

Beast Boy turned and stared in disbelief into his friend's face, unable to believe they had both just looked at the same woman. That's when he noticed a faint green glow emanating from Cyborg's right eye.

"Dude…Do you have you're night vision on?"

"No."

"WELL, TURN IT ON AND LOOK AT HER AGAIN!" He exclaimed.

Cyborg depressed a button near his temple, and a green lens smoothly slid into place over his eye.

" Oh, damn… she does look good. I just may have to go over there and make her night."

" What the hell are you talking about? She is so far out of your league."

" No woman is out of my league. Besides I haven't met a woman yet, that wouldn't kill to have the Cyborg experience!"

" Oh you are so full of shit!"

" You're just jealous."

" Okay Don Juan… A hundred bucks say you'll go down faster than Kennedy in Dallas!"

" It's a bet then little man. I want it in cash… no checks."

" Alright then." They shook on it.

Standing up, Cyborg briefly preened his appearance in the mirror fixed behind the bar. After a quick check of his breath, he rolled his shoulders back, then pimp strolled his way through the crowd to the back of the room. He approached the brunette, flashing a brilliant smile down at her. She looked at him, but did not return his smile. Undaunted, our metallic lothario took the seat next to her.

"Tell me…What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone tonight."

" Who say's I am alone?"

" Well I didn't see any man around, and if a woman like you had a man, he wouldn't let you out of his sight. I know I wouldn't."

The brunette, blushed brightly, and lowered her gaze to the floor.

" What's your name baby girl?"

" I'm Donna." She said while playing with the swizzle stick in the cosmopolitan sitting in front of her.

" Hmmm…Donna. I like that." He said, rubbing his chin. "My name is…"

" I know who you are." She interrupted coyly.

" You do."

" Well it's really not hard to figure out, Mr. Teen Titan. I mean how many robotic black men do you meet everyday?"

" Yeah, I guess I am easy to recognize. So Donna can I buy you a drink?"

" Um…. I have a rule about not letting men buy me anything until we know each other better."

" Okay, what do you want to know about me?"

The brunette folded her arms across her chest, then turned to regard Cyborg closely. "Well for one, how come you never answered any of my letters? What's up with that, huh?"

Stunned by the question Cyborg was immediately confused. "Huh? OOOO-k. Do I know you? H-Have we met before?"

" I think the question was pretty self explanatory." Donna's voice slightly rose an extra octave. "I sent you 36 letters, a box of cupcakes, and three pairs of my good panties,YOU know the ones, they were part of the Angle collection from Victoria SecretBut you, sir, didn't so much as send me a thank you card."

Distracted by the word panties, Cyborg probed his mind for an image of those particular undergarments. "Do you mean those micro fiber things on a string?"

Donna slammed her drink on the table, causing some of the liquid to slosh over the side. "FOCUS."

" Well I didn't know it was you, baby." Cyborg shrugged innocently.

"No, don't 'baby' me Victor," Cyborg's eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead. How on earth did this crazy chick know his real name? Luckily, Donna explained to him how she knew. "Yeah…Yeah…I know your name, Mr. Teen Titan. And I know other things too, like, I know that you spend weekend after weekend after weekend with that Bumble Bee bitch."

Cyborg, now appropriately worried, starts to slide his chair back away from the table.

Holy shit, this woman's crazy, he thought to himself. He looked around desperately trying to find away out of the situation. He peered intensely back at Beast Boy, pleading with his eyes for rescue, but only to receive Beast Boy's middle finger wagging back and forth through the air. He returned his gaze back to the enraged brunette.

"Okay, wait a damn minute," Cyborg holds up his hands in pantomime surrender. "How do you know about Bumble Bee? Are you following me?"

" Don't avoid the question." Cyborg noticed Donna's right eye bulged out of her headthe thin red corpuscles running through her eye splintered and cracked like Charlie Sheen after a benderand now he was sufficiently scared.

Knowing that women sense fear, Cyborg decided that the best way to diffuse the situation would be to apologize. Quickly….."Now Donna, if I have done you horribly wrong, I'm sorry. I'm sooooo very sorry."

"Oh SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Donna shrieked, jumping out of her seat. Cyborg watched her sturdy oak chair clang to the floor, then nervously brought his eyes back to meet her bulging cracked eye again. "You're not sorry about a GODDAMN THING! All you wanted to do was stay with you're little WINGED WHORE!"

Unable to move, Cyborg plotted his escape, while she continued to rage.

"I gave you three years of my life, and what do I have to show for it? NOTHING."

Little droplets of spit flew onto Cyborg's face. Every thought imaginable flew through his mind. Nothing was going to calm, this Psycho Twinkie down. He had to get away from her. Now.

"Um look Donna I have to go…now."

Cyborg watched as Donna leaned down to pick up her fallen chair. With both hands grasping the chair firmly, she then raised it above her head and smashed it against table. Holding a rather big splintered shard of her seat she aimed her dagger at his heart. "Oh no…Mr. Teen Titan…YOU aren't going anywhere."

With that Cyborg leapt up from his seat and took off in a flat out sprint, knocking over four people in his way. A sea of brightly colored drinks flew through the air, in an alcohol-laden rainbow. As sweat started to run in salty torrents down his face, he turned quickly to see Donna—shard still in handrunning after him like the Terminator.

"Jesus Christ!" Cyborg ran faster. Energized by that only a man running for his life could feel, he ran past Beast Boy screaming: "Fuck the hundred bucks," Before seeking shelter in the only place he thought she would never go…..The men's restroom.