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MEEP! MEEP! (Siren)

Robin's face brightened. After Wayne's announcement this is just what he needed to keep himself from going insane. Nothing took his mind off his problems like a good mindless battle against the forces of evil. I n a flash Robin was on the R-cycle zooming towards whomever was foolish enough to mess with the city Dick Gray-Robin was protecting.

Stopped at a red light Robin realized he had forgotten something, but what was missing? The team! He hadn't even paused to see if they were coming, but they probably were, it was the team after all. But what if they didn't? "Who cares?" he thought, "I feel like I could take on the world right now!" Robin's day seemed to be excellent now; he'd not only saved the team from being torn apart, he'd also escaped from one of Starlight's-Starfire's-hugs without any injury-or pain for that matter-and now he was on his way to save the world.

HONK! HONK!

Robin's thought of self-importance had enveloped him so much he had completely ignored the green light. With a smile and a nasty hand gesture he took off leaving fellow motorists stunned by his actions.

"Oh no!" Robin moaned. It was a burglary! Robbing a jewelry store, how completely boooring! The hero whined silently, he'd dealt with so many of these he thought he'd died. Didn't the police do anything anymore?

"Hello, Robin," a delighted voice said, the sound waves coming through the broken storefront window.

"Get out here you miserable lowlife!" Robin growled. From the chipper voice Robin was afraid that it might be another fan gone criminal in hopes of meeting him.

Emerging from the cover of Hot Rocks Jewelry, a carefully groomed man in a business suit appeared. "I was so hoping it would be you who responded-" he paused straightening a mask covering his eyes, "Oh condemn this wretched thing! How do you keep yours straight?"

Robin was almost speechless; this man was so normal in appearance that Robin didn't see how he could be the criminal he was after. Something wasn't right here. "So you're the lowlife I was sent to bring to jail? If you surrender right now we can skip the whole 'me beating you into a lump' scene and you can keep your suit clean for court."

"Excuse me, but I could have sworn you just called me a lowlife for the second time and that demonstrates a poor vocabulary as well as crude manners. I was certain that the Great Robin would be above that. Perhaps I misunderstood you?"

"No, you heard me just fine. I don't feel that I should waste manners or creative words on foul scumbags like yourself."

"Foul scumbag? Now if that isn't original I don't know what is. Oh well, I didn't really expect you to be above the intelligence of swine, I was just trying to be polite."

"Hey, Trash-bag, zip yer' lip man!" Cyborg called.

Robin turned to look at the team, maybe he'd let them take care of this psychopath, his skills should not be wasted on such trivial things.

"Apparently there is a misunderstanding, however it is not mine, but yours. You see, you believe that I am the scum, when the truth is, that you are, and I will not-"

"What do you mean we are?" shouted BB.

"Yes, are you not the villain?" asked Star.

"Villain? For breaking the window of a store? I hardly feel that makes me a criminal."

"You tried to rob the store! That, you idiot, does make you a criminal." Robin was annoyed with this stupid little human.

"I did not attempt to steal anything I broke the window and everything since then has been an assumption. Stealing jewels does not interest me, you teenage heathens do."

Cyborg objected at this point, "What? I'm not a teenager and don't even insult me be saying I am. They," he pointed at his teammates, "are the teenagers."

"It doesn't matter what your age is, you are still filth. You have been dragging down this city long enough I will put a stop to it."

"Uh, you're the one breakin' stuff," BB said.

"I am not speaking of physical things you ignorant mutant!" their opponent was angering, "I am speaking of the moral degradation you have caused! Have any of you parents? NO! You are all unwanted, mutant creatures who have been cast upon our poor city so that we must now support you."

'Whoa,' Robin thought, 'this guy has totally lost it.'

"What kind of unspeakable evil would abandon their responsibilities? The same kind that would create life before committing their lives to one another, the same kind that would break their vows of love, the kind that don't mow their lawns once a week and the kind that litter on the side of the road. WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING" The titans who had been sniggering along with a crowd that had gathered quickly stopped. "YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Of course, you're filth. You are no better than the rats in the sewer. All that I have mentioned-sewer rats included-are the same, and they must all PERISH!" As Mr. Righteous forced out the last word he threw off his suit jacket revealing a magnificent sword strapped on his back and two guns holstered at his waist.

With a quick glance at one another the titans threw themselves into position. "Titans, GO!" Robin gave the usual call, and the team scattered to find their best way of attack.

Star flew at the man and threw a Starbolt. Righteous pulled his sword and reflected it away-towards the crowd! It hit the sidewalk, narrowly missing a group of girls who'd been gazing at Robin.

"What are you doing?" Robin called to the nutcase, "If you want to attack us that's one thing, but they're innocent bystanders!"

"Their loss will be for the good of the world."

"Titans, you disperse the crowd, I'll take care of-" what was his name? "This Mr. Righteous idiot!"

Cyborg laughed, "Mr. Righteous? That's not his name is it?"

Mr. Righteous smiled proudly, "Of course it is! I don't know how you knew, but you are correct."

Raven nearly wretched. Mr. Righteous? Could insane villains get any cheesier?

"Titans, get the crowd out of her," Robin's voice was harsh; the team knew better than to disobey and began clearing the crowd by all necessary means. "All right, Righteous," Robin said, "It's time for you to give yourself up or get your ass nailed to the pavement."

"Give up? To you scum, not likely."

Robin laughed, raised his bo-staff, and the fight began. Punches, kicks, and slashes and blocks from sword and bo-staff flew. Mr. Righteous began to weary, but Robin remained strong. CLANG! Robin's staff knocked the sword from his opponent's hand and pinned him to the ground.

"It's over, Righteous."

"Not quite." Mr. Righteous slipped his hand to his side, quickly pulling his gun and point the barrel in Robin's face. Robin swiftly threw himself to one side, freeing Righteous. As Righteous went to retrieve his sword he began to drone on again, "You kids! Running around all self-righteous. Who are you to say anything about right and wrong, you don't even have parents."

Robin hated these words, but was struggling to feel anger, curse those pills he took. Righteous continued, now advancing towards Robin, "Filthy little runaways like yourselves have no right to even speak to someone like me. I have a mother, a father, and they had theirs, and their, clear back to our earliest traceable ancestors. HA! Not a better family in the world. Personally I'm married with three children, all well adjusted, law abiding, A+ students. Show me a better family than mine, loving parents in all generations, no divorces, no deaths when children were young, a perfect family . . . "

This therapist dream patient droned on, but Robin found it hard to concentrate, he was beginning to feel stabbing pains in his head. The pills couldn't be wearing off already, could they? So much for the 24 hours they promised. Robin removed another pill from his belt and swallowed it, perhaps it wasn't very save, but this villain was more dangerous than he looked.

THUD!

"Robin, please wake up!"

Raven was talking to him, she sounded upset. He opened his eyes, "What happened? Why am I on the ground? Is the fight over?"

"I'm not sure what happened exactly, just that I saw you look up and Righteous hit you over the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking you out."

"That's odd, my head doesn't hurt at all."

Raven's face went pale-for her-and her eyes watered slightly. "Robin, maybe you should just-well, just lay here until the fight is over."

Robin sat up, "No, I'm fine, really-please don't cry. I'm fine."

"So the leader lives! Oh how clear it is that you have no parents. I mean what father would let his son leave the house in a shirt and tights?"

"Shut up!" All the anger Robin wanted to feel earlier was there. One pill, not two, was the answer to painless but normal function. Robin jumped, raised his bo-staff, and rapped Righteous firmly on the head. Righteous slumped to the ground, barely conscious.

RING! RING!

A cell phone on Mr.'s person rang. Robin retrieved it, an incoming call from "Sweetie". "Hello," Robin said cheerily.

"Shut up you cheery little moron! I've had all I can take of your perfect family nonsense. I'm leaving and taking the children to get the therapy they need. You'll be hearing from my lawyer!"

"Bad news," said Robin, smiling as he hung up the phone, "Your wife is divorcing you and taking the kids."

Mr. Righteous looked at Robin, praying it was a joke, but with the hero's smile that big, it had to be true. As his body went limp with unconsciousness, the Titan's cheered and went back to the tower to celebrate.