Chapter Thirteen-Starfire

Robin was pushed into the Headmaster's quarters on the ground. He rubbed his head and looked up to face the back of a large, leather chair behind a desk.

"Um, you wanted to see me?" Robin asked.

"Yes," the man said. Something about his voice seemed familiar. All too familiar. Robin had heard it somewhere before, but where? The Headmaster's chair spun around, revealing a man in a mask.

"Show yourself!" Robin shouted, "I want to know the person behind my friend's suicide!" The Headmaster didn't budge, so Robin used his ninja-style skills and swiped the mask. It was the one and only Michael Jackson.

"Ah! Ah-ah-ah-ahhhhhh!" Robin screamed. Mr. Jackson, or MJ, was every young mans worst nightmare.

"Hee-hee! Robin the Boy Wonder! I can see you at last!" MJ exclaimed, getting ready to pounce. Robin ducked and backed up to the desk. MJ pushed him on top of the desk and yelled, "Kiss me!"

"Never!" Robin resisted.

"If you don't, you'll never leave," MJ threatened.

"Fine," Robin winced. MJ lowered his head and Frenched him. At that moment, Robin felt something great. So great, that the feeling emitted music.

"Starfire," he sang, sitting up.

"Huh?" MJ questioned.

"Starfire," he sang again.

"Starfire!" MJ shouted.

"Oh Michael! It's all around me! I can't describe it!" Robin said excitedly.

"Robin! You are in love!" MJ realized. The music played louder.

"That's right! Robin is in love! Oh, I must have been in love with her ever since she joined the Titans!" Robin gleefully stated. MJ left for a second to let Robin have his moment to shine. He began to sing, "Suddenly there is music in the sound of your name! Starfire!" He ran to a window, opened it, and sang, "Was the melody locked inside me til at last, out it came? Starfire!" He ran to the middle of the room and twirled.

"Just imagine if we kissed, what a crichendo!" he sang as he madly played a nearby piano, "not to be missed!" He stepped away from the piano and walked back towards the desk.

"As for the rest of my lifetime program, give me more of the same!" he sang whilst climbing on top of the desk. He was standing, and finishing, "Starfire! There is wonderful music in the very sound of your na-me!" The music died out as soon as MJ came back in. He was wearing his signature hat, glove, and shoes on with a blue-studded jumpsuit.

"Are you done yet?" he insolently asked.

"Uh-oh," Robin said quickly. Before he could escape, MJ sat him down forcably on the desk. Then, MJ pulled one of his signature moves, switching to tippy-toes quickly while holding his hat.

"Take off your clothes," he demanded rythmically.

"No! Please! I have a girlfriend at home and a dignity to protect! I don't wanna end up like Jimmy!" Robin protested.

"What are you talking about? Jimmy liked it."

"No he didn't! You compulsive lying ass-face! He killed himself over it!"

"You'll like it!"

"No I won't! You're a child molester!"

"What's that?"

"You rape children, you stupid dumbass!"

"No I don't..."

"What the hell! Yes you do! You've been raping Jimmy for four years! You made him commit suicide!

"Whatever," MJ muttered as he stripped to his boxers. Robin screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH! Help me!" he pleaded loudly. Suddenly, as if by fate, Damien and Billie rushed in.

"DIE!" Damien shouted, beating MJ over the head with his bass. Billie went to help Robin.

"We need to get the hell out of here," Billie suggested.

"As quickly as possible, too," Damien came over.

"The window," Robin offered.

"Is it safe?" Billie asked.

"Yeah, we'll land in the lake," Damien inspected. He jumped out first, quickly followed by the others. Robin smiled. He had quite a story to tell when he got home.