Sorry for the long wait. I finally updated this story. The first time I heard this song I was on my way home from work and I started laughing at it. I then realized that it would make a great drabble and voila! My songfic drabble to "Red Solo Cup" by Toby Keith. I'm not a country music fan but every now and then I'll hear a country song and I'll think, hey this is a good song. Anyway, read and review please.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Red Solo Cup". Toby Keith does. I would really appreciate if you would read and review. Thank you.

Red Solo Cup

It was two in the morning in Jump City and I couldn't sleep. We had chased Billy Numerous all night long until we finally caught him in Gotham. We had gotten back about two hours ago. I should have been asleep as soon as we got home but I just couldn't close my eyes and lose myself to my subconscious. I groaned and threw the covers off my body. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. I passed Robin's room and then headed towards the elevator. I hopped on the elevator and pushed one of the many buttons. A few seconds later the elevator dinged and I got off. I felt a rush of cool air hit my exposed skin and shivered. I looked down and realized I was wearing my short black chiffon nightgown with spaghetti straps. I rubbed my arms and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the counter and plugged in the coffee maker.

Now red solo cup is the best receptacle
From barbecues, tailgates, fairs and festivals
And you sir do not have a pair of testicles
If you prefer drinkin' from glass

I was reaching for the coffee when I heard someone begin singing. "Shit!" I cursed as I dropped the tin with the coffee grinds in it in the sink. I growled under my breath and flicked on a light. I picked up the tin and set it on the counter next to the coffee maker. I turned on the coffee maker and added the coffee grinds. I pushed a button on the machine and the water started to heat up. I put the tin back in the cupboard and grabbed my coffee cup. I set it under the spout so the dark liquid would dribble into the cup and not on the counter. I sighed and leaned on the counter waiting for my cup to fill up. I closed my eyes listening to sounds of the coffee maker when the singing started again.

Hey red solo cup is cheap and disposable
In fourteen years they are decomposable
And unlike my home they are not foreclosable
Freddie Mac can kiss my ass, woo!

My eyes shot open as I recognized the voice. I walked quietly over to the couch and peered over the back of the red plush monster. I gasped when I saw who was supposed to be our leader in a drunken stupor. I walked around the couch and stared down at Robin. He had a red solo cup in one hand and a bottle of what appeared to be Jameson's in the other. I sighed and shook my head. Robin looked up at me and gave me a drunken smile. He lifted the cup and took a swig of the dark liquid. He winced as it burned its way down his throat. I stood there and chewed my lip thinking about what I should do. He set the cup down next to him and began singing again.

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party

I chuckled and sat down beside him; my coffee long forgotten. He laid his head back on the couch cushion and turned his head so he was looking at me. I reached over and brushed a few strands of his jet black hair out of his face. Robin grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. "Ra-raven, I l-love you." Robin slurred. I smiled at him and unlaced my fingers from his. "No you don't. It's just the alcohol talking." I said loud enough so he couldn't hear my heart breaking. I was getting up when Robin began to sing again.

Now I really love how you're easy to stack
But I really hate how you're easy to crack
Cause when beer runs down, in front of my pack
Well, that, my friends, is quite yucky

But I have to admit that the ladies get smitten
Admirin' at how sharply my first name is written
On you with a Sharpie when I get to hittin'
On them, to help me get lucky

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party

I looked down at Robin one last time, debating whether I should stay here or go back to my room. I decided to stay with Robin and drink my troubles away. I grabbed an unused cup from the table and reached over Robin to grab the bottle of liquor. I poured some of the liquid into the cup and then set the bottle between the two of us. Robin looked at me and put his own cup to his lips. I copied his actions and we both took swigs from our cups. I felt tears spring to my eyes as the liquid scalded my throat. I felt a slight pressure on my shoulder and looked over to see Robin leaning his head on me. I smiled and he sang the rest of the song.

Now I've seen you in blue and I've seen you in yellow
But only you red will do for this fellow
Cause you are the Abbott into my Costello
And you are the Fruit to my Loom

Red solo cup, you're more than just plastic
More than amazing, you're more than fantastic
And believe me that I'm not the least bit sarcastic
When I look at you and say:
"Red solo cup, you're not just a cup (No, no, God no)
You're my friend, yea (Lifelong)
Thank you for being my friend"

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party

Red solo cup, I fill you up
Let's have a party, let's have a party
I love you red solo cup, I lift you up,
Proceed to party, proceed to party

I felt Robin's arm wrap around my waist and I snuggled into him. I guess this night wasn't so bad. It's morning that I'm not looking forward to. "I love you too, Robin." I said, the alcohol inhibiting my emotions. I reveled in the feeling of my crush holding me because I knew in the morning, he'd be all over the gorgeous alien princess. I felt my eyelids begin to get heavy with sleep and before they closed completely I took another swig of my drink. "I wish you really did love me." I said softly making sure I didn't wake Robin. I yawned for the first and last time that night and finally drifted off into a peaceful slumber.