Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Patiently awaiting the movie, though…

The Nightmare Begins

The three heroes sat on the sofa. Speedy was sat on the left, Robin on his right, and Kid Flash to his right. The trio sat in silence.

"So," Speedy said, twirling a toothpick around his mouth with his tongue.

"So," Kid Flash agreed, scratching the back of his ear.

"Hmm," Robin concurred, crossing and re-crossing his legs in an effort to get comfortable.

"You and Jinx, huh?" Speedy asked, leaning forward to look around Robin and at Kid Flash.

"Yep."

"Fun?"

"Kinda. More nice than anything else."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Uh huh," Kid Flash replied, his gelled flaming hair staying completely still as he nodded. Robin saw this and nodded slowly in approval. Kid Flash smiled.

"The hair, right?"

Robin nodded. Kid Flash leaned forward conspiratorially.

"It's actually high strength wax. I made it myself. Y'know, to resist the high speed winds."

Enraptured, Robin smiled. "Really? Could you give me the formula?"

"I guess so. But you must use it only for good."

Speedy raised a questioning eyebrow. "How do you use hair gel-?"

"Wax."

"-wax for evil?"

The speedster paled slightly. "Oh, it's possible. I've seen it."

The other two spoke simultaneously. "Really?"

The speedster nodded gravely. "It wasn't pretty."

Silence filled the room. Speedy was the one to break it.

"Just the three of us, huh?"

Kid Flash nodded. "Yep."

"Everyone else is out, huh?"

"That's right," Robin replied, staring at the metal caps of his boots. The archer smiled.

"Why don't we do something fun?"

The two looked over at him.

"Like what?" Kid Flash enquired.

Speedy grinned. "Wanna hit golf balls off the roof?"

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One Hour Later

"This isn't a good idea."

Speedy waved a dismissive hand. "Pffft. And you're supposed to be leader? Where's your sense of adventure?" he asked, before taking a good swipe at the golf ball and sending it flying.

Robin squinted, struggling to follow the ball. "Can you even see how far it's going?"

Speedy shrugged. "We'll have to check it next time." He handed over the golf club. "Your turn."

Robin frowned. Speedy rolled his eyes.

"Just take it. Think of it as a competition. It's not like we're hurting anybody."

Kid Flash quickly stuck his head into the conversation. "Yeah. And this is the one thing we can all be even at. If I use my super speed, I miss the ball, Speedy can't use his archery stuff, and you can't use your acrobatics or gadgets or whatever."

Robin considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."

"All right," the two red heads said simultaneously, applauding his choice. Robin took aim and teed off. The other two looked out to see.

"Nice shot," Kid Flash commented.

"How can you tell?"

The speedster shrugged. "I can't. Just being polite. Okay, my turn."

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One Hour Later

Robin cheered as his ball flew into the distance. Kid Flash frowned.

"Uh, guys? We've run out of golf balls."

The two turned to face him. Speedy scowled. "Are you sure?"

"I checked the whole Tower. I got nothing."

Speedy looked down at his golf club in frustration, but then smiled. He shrugged. "Ah well. We'll just toss the golf clubs instead."

Robin raised an eyebrow. "We'll what?"

"Toss the golf clubs instead."

Kid Flash smiled. "Okay."

Robin shook his head. "No! Not okay! Bad idea! It's a bad idea!"

He turned to Speedy, but he was already loading the golf club into his bow. He looked to Robin and winked.

"Bonsai."

He let go of the arrow, sending it shooting out across the bay. And onto the bridge. Speedy and Kid Flash laughed and high fived. Robin almost tore his hair out.

"Why are you laughing? What if that thing hit a car?"

Speedy shrugged. "It didn't."

"But if it did?"

"But it didn't."

"But what if-"

"Then we'll be in trouble."

Kid Flash smiled. "Yeah. Lighten up. Here; try it for yourself."

He handed Robin a golf club. It rested in his hand, and Robin could have sworn it was saying throw me in a tiny golf club voice. Of course, Robin didn't know what a golf club voice sounded like, but-

He threw the golf club like a javelin before his conscious mind could protest. Kid Flash and Speedy nodded, impressed.

"Nice," the archer said, smiling. "Now doesn't that feel better?"

Robin shrugged. "A little," he mumbled.

Kid Flash popped his head in. "My turn?"

The two nodded, and Kid Flash happily took his golf club. As the speedster twirled around in a vortex, Robin once again marvelled at how solid Kid Flash's hair was. The speedster stopped twirling and let go of the golf club. The three stood in silence as the golf club took to the sky and disappeared into the clouds. Ten seconds later, a small object could be seen landing in the water on the other side of the bridge.

The trio were silent. Speedy stepped forward and put a hand on Kid Flash's shoulder.

"That was… beautiful."

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One Hour Later

Robin pumped the air in triumph over Speedy.

"In your face! In your face! In your-"

"We're out of golf clubs, guys."

The two froze. Kid Flash shrugged.

"I could always go downstairs and get some more stuff to throw."

Speedy looked over at Robin, who paused. He nodded.

"Just don't take anything from anyone's room, all right?"

Kid Flash was back in a few seconds with a mish mash of different objects, mostly kitchen related. The trio's eyes grew with excitement as they saw the microwave.

"The possibilities…"

Robin smiled. "We could hook it up to a miniature battery…" he said, bringing one out of his belt.

Speedy nodded. "…And make it explode in the water."

Kid Flash grinned. "Cool."

Soon, the preparations were ready. Robin handed over the quickly overloading microwave to Kid Flash.

"Okay, go."

"YO! WHERE'S THE MICROWAVE! AND WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE KITCHEN EQUIPMENT!"

Loud footsteps thundered up the stairs, and Cyborg burst through the door. And froze.

"What the hell are you guys-?"

The microwave made a high pitched whining noise, and Kid Flash threw it away in alarm. In front of Cyborg. The half robot's eyes widened.

"Oh, no."

The explosion could be seen from the Jump City Bridge.

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A Week Later

Cyborg sat on the chair next to the sofa with Robin, Speedy and Kid Flash. He watched them intently.

"So," Speedy said, twirling a toothpick around his mouth with his tongue.

"So," Kid Flash agreed, scratching the back of his ear.

"Hmm," Robin concurred, crossing and re-crossing his legs in an effort to get comfortable.

"Just the four of us, huh?" Speedy asked.

"Yep," the red headed speedster responded.

"It would have been three," Robin said, "But Cyborg doesn't trust us alone."

Cyborg scowled. "That's your fault, not mine."

Silence followed. Speedy leaned forward to look around Robin and at Kid Flash.

"So how are things with Jinx?"

"They're good."

Cyborg frowned. "Jinx? What?"

Kid Flash's eyes widened. "Uh… nothing."

Speedy nodded. "Yes. Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

The silence resumed. Speedy cleared throat.

"So… there's no-one else around, huh?"

Robin shook his head. "No-one."

Kid Flash nodded. "We should really do something fun."

The three looked over at Cyborg. He looked at each one of them in turn, his facial expression neutral. He smiled.

"Y'all wanna play Frisbee with Beast Boy's CD collection?"

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Exactly Three Hours Later

The explosion could be heard from Gotham City.

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(A/N: Well, now that they're all collected together, I couldn't not do a story about the trio, could I? Now, I know they didn't just make mischief, but hey… Robin's gotta lighten up sometime.

Anyhow, review.)