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This chapter brought to you by boredom and lack of anything to do where I live. Be happy!

The TV shut off and Robin sat down. Trapped in a room with Slade for God-knows-how-long? he thought bitterly. Man, that sucks. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Slade cleared his throat. "So...Robin...been keeping busy?"

"Um...yeah," said Robin.

"What've you been up to?"

"Oh, you know...stuff..."

"Ah, yes...stuff..."

They fell silent. Then Robin piped up. "...How have things been without me?"

Slade sniffled. "It's not the same. Too quiet. It's so lonely...I mean, here I am with this giant factory of doom, gears as far as the eye can see, and I have nobody to beat and abuse! I close my eye, and I see you. You are always on my mind Robin."

This pushed Robin to tears. "I know. I look at the bruises all over my body, and the emotional scars you left, and I..." he broke down.

Slade took him in his arms and proceeded to press down on a pressure point on Robin's wrist, causing him intense amounts of pain. "Shh, shh...is that better Robin?"

Robin howled in intense pain. "Yes...Oh Slade, I never stopped hating you! Please, take me back!"

"Oh Robin...I hate you too!"

"Slade, I utterly loathe you. I want to take your neck in my hands and strangle you till your face turns purple and your brain shrivels into a prune!" Robin sobbed.

"I want to take a mallet and bash your skull in, and eat your brain!" Slade bawled, grabbing his other wrist and pressing down. Robin shouted in agony.

"Slade...oh Slade...S-s-s-SLAAAAADE! Stop, it hurts so bad, it hurts...oh, Slade, I hate you!" Robin said lovingly. "I swear by all that is right in the world, I will see you in jail!"

"I'll kill you before that happens Robin!" Slade cried, tears rolling down his mask. He let go of his wrists and grabbed his staff, beating Robin over the head with it.

"Slade, I hate you! Stop! Stop!" Robin said emotionally.

...Right. That's creepy. How bout we check in on BB and Bob, hmm?

"Dude, shut up already!"

"That's super Todd. Say, have you seen my Supreme Creator?"

"Cyborg ATE your Supreme Creator, dipwad!"

"That's great Howie! I'll be in the back!"

"For the last time, I AM NOT HOWIE LONG!"

"I like you Marcus. I'll be in the back!"

"THIS IS THE BACK!"

"That's great Lyle!"

"Dude, I hate you!"

"Good job Clifford!"

"AAAAAAAAARGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

"Want a sandwich Lester?"

Okay then. How are things with Cyborg and Gizmo? Let's see...

Cyborg was sleeping and using Gizmo as a teddy bear. Gizmo, meanwhile, was struggling to get out of the metal man's vice grip. "Leggo, ya scrum buffin' hunk of barf!"

"No, Mr. Biggles, no salad for you. It's people food..." Cyborg muttered, yawning.

"I'm not a cat scuzball!"

"...bad Mr. Biggles...no soup for you..."

"What? No, don't take away my chicken and stars! I'll do anything!" Gizmo bawled.

"Really?" Cyborg said brightly, waking up in a hurry. "Do the Robot!"

"What? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!" Gizmo said, turning green.

Cyborg smacked him over the head. "Not that, perv, do the ROBOT. The dance!"

"I ain't gonna get it on with you, scrungelicker!"

Cyborg smacked his forehead and went back to sleep, muttering about perverted bald ten-year-olds, or however old Gizmo is...

Interesting...lesse how it's going with Carson and Terra now.

Carson and Terra sat against opposite sides of the closet, staring at each other evily. Terra broke the silence: "So, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"As a matter of fact, yes," Carson replied. He took out a notecard and a pair of reading glasses and cleared his throat. "Four score and seven years ago, our forefathers brought for upon this land a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to--"

Terra levitated a rock at his head. "Not that, idiot! Apologize for murdering me!"

"Gee, lemme think...no!" Carson snapped.

"You burned me to death! Do you know how much that hurts? Well, do you?"

"Aw, shut up!" Carson groaned, and shot Terra in the head. She instantly came back to life. "What the hell? You just killed me!" she yelled.

"As I have before, and more than likely will again in the future!" Carson replied, polishing the revolver.

"Try it, I dare you!" Terra threataned.

"Okay!" Carson threw his knife at Terra, hitting her right through the heart. She once again came back to life. "You did it again!"

"And again!" Carson said happily, drawing his sword and decapitating the bitch stick. She grew a new head almost instantly. "Dammit, stop it!"

"Never!" He impaled her on a pike. She came back, and Carson drove a spike through her head. It goes on like that for a while. Then Terra got up and started screaming at him.

"It gets old after a while, you know! I mean, come on Carson, do you know how many times you've killed me?"

"Well, let's see...there was the time in Pre Teen Titans when I shot you...and in Slade's New Apprentice where I killed you and put your head on a pike...and then in To Love and Die in El Paso, Texas, where I attatched a bomb to your face and blew you to pieces...and then the time when..."

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