Chapter 7: Prank War - Cyborg and Robin

A scream tore through Titan Tower, waking the rest of its inhabitants. Raven bolted upright in her bed and quickly located the source of the terror and pain, then teleported. Starfire shot out of her room, and Beast Boy followed at her heels in cheetah form. Cyborg poked his head out of his door, eyebrow raised. Then he smirked and ambled slowly toward Robin's room, whistling nonchalantly.

Raven, of course, was the first to arrive. Robin was on the floor in front of his closet, curled into a ball and moaning deeply. "Robin," Raven uttered, kneeling beside him just as the doors were smashed open by Starfire. "What happened?"

Robin made a gasping sound, but couldn't speak.

"Dude," Beast Boy said, rolling him over.

By then Cyborg had arrived, and, standing in the door, started guffawing. "Oh, man! That worked out so perfectly it's scary!"

Robin slowly looked at him, utmost hatred on his face. "I...will...kill you," he said.

"It's just a little paint," Cyborg teased.

"It's PINK!" Robin yelled.

"And glittery, dude," Beast Boy pointed out.

Robin gasped and looked more closely at his hung uniforms. He was right. All of them had been sprayed with pink, glittery paint. "NO!" he wailed in despair. Then he slowly turned and glared at Cyborg. "I will have my revenge," he growled in a voice that could rival Batman's.

Cyborg shrugged with a smirk, then turned and walked away. He wasn't worried. What was the worst the boy blunder could do? Raven stormed angrily out of the room, muttering something about stupid pranks, while Beast Boy and Starfire exchanged a glance and then left Robin to his own...pink...devices.

Cyborg sat down in front of the computer, stretching his arms behind his head. Beast Boy and Starfire had gone flying, and Raven was reading at the kitchen table. Robin was in the evidence room, taking inventory or something. Now was the perfect time to update the Tower's system.

He moved the move and double-clicked the options icon. When it didn't open, he clicked again. Still nothing happened. Cyborg sighed in frustration and right-clicked the icon, and the drop box contained a list of actions, but none said "open."

"Huh?" he frowned. Cyborg double-clicked a different icon to see if it was just the one icon that was failing. But none of the icons onscreen did anything when clicked. The start button still worked, as did the other icons on the bottom bar. While he was glad for that, he was actually angry that the icons seemed to be frozen. "Come on," he growled, tapping a few shortcuts on the keyboard. Still the icons did not open into windows.

"Having trouble?" came a dry voice from the kitchen.

"Unless you know why the computer seems to be frozen," Cyborg said in a slow, low voice, "I'd keep my mouth shut, Raven."

As a last resort, Cyborg opened the start menu and picked out a simple application. He set it to the desktop and then moved it around. It worked. He double-clicked. It opened. Scowling suspiciously, Cyborg set another options icon on the desktop. It opened as well.

Acting on a whim, Cyborg pulled up the documents window, and clicked pictures. As he had begun to suspect, there was a screenshot of the desktop in the album. That meant someone had taken the screenshot and set it as the desktop background and deleted the real icons.

"Not bad, Robbie," Cyborg said loudly, knowing that the little traffic light was listening, "but not good enough!" He fixed the desktop, set up the update, and then went down to the garage. At the door, he flicked the lights up and then stopped, jaw dropping in horror. "MY BABY!"

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Robin cackled as he watched Cyborg's reaction to seeing the T-car. He immediately ran to the vehicle, hands on his head. Robin had spent the entire night paper mache-ing the thing. It had taken all of the Tower's supply of flour, and a lot of water, but in the end it had been worth it. Cyborg sobbed and hugged the car, and Robin nearly fell out of his chair laughing. Best prank ever.

Cyborg didn't take one-upmanship well. Once he had finished grieving his car, he began to plot his revenge. Fire ant-filled waffles? No, Robin wouldn't fall for it, and others could get hurt in the process, especially BB since he was allergic. He couldn't do that. Replacing boy wonder's hair gel with dye? No, not cool enough, and Robin guarded his gel as if it were the Holy Grail. Cyborg considered asking Beast Boy for help, but then decided against it because it wasn't his war.

He mused all through the night, never moving. When the first light of dawn filtered in through the common room windows, he had formed his master plan. It was a prank to end all pranks, and he would come out the king of pranks. Cyborg chuckled evilly as he got up and set about his idea.

First he went to the basement. It was where they kept all of their extra supplies and some odds and ends that they didn't really need, like Beast Boy's collection of sea shells that he had grown attached to but had no room for. He didn't waste any time. Robin would be awake any minute now, and he didn't want to arouse suspicion.

Robin yawned and went into the kitchen for his daily dose of caffeine. He immediately sensed something wrong. The coffee maker was gone. No, there it was. Someone must have moved it to the other counter. Robin scowled, but thought no more of it and moved it back. He started the brew and reached up to get his mug-but that was gone, too. He looked in the sink, supposing that one of his teammates had used it. But it wasn't there, or on the table or the counters. Robin scowled and looked through the other shelves. He found it in a different cabinet. He would have to have a talk with whoever was on kitchen duty last, but it wasn't such a big deal.

After pouring his coffee, Robin took his steaming mug to the evidence room, where he always took inventory and checked the feeds first thing, just to make sure nothing happened. Something felt strange here too, but Robin couldn't quite put his finger on it. He proceeded cautiously, looking at each item in protective display careful. Everything was still there...No. Everything had been moved around! It was all out of order!

The coffee mug fell to the floor as Robin rushed to the console to check the security. But everything had been wiped clean. He needed to get the decoder from the basement to get it back-why did he have to leave it in the basement?! He practically flew downstairs, bypassing his curious team. He remembered exactly where he left it: in the back, on the third shelf, next to the spare light bulbs. But it was gone. Everything in the basement had been moved as well.

Robin's mind reeled. Someone had broken into the tower, but didn't take anything. Why? Why would they-He stopped suddenly. "CYBORG!"

The basement door at the top of the stairs slammed shut, startling Robin. Before he could run up the staircase and check that it was locked, the sprinkler system came on, drenching him. Following that was an explosion of down feathers and maple syrup, coating him. With a heavy sigh, Robin pulled out his communicator and pressed the button for Cyborg.

"Yes?" came a cheery voice.

"I surrender," Robin said with clenched teeth.

"BOO-YAH!"

A/N: Hahaha! It's hard to imagine Robin in a prank with Cyborg, but I think he can pretty competitive sometimes. Hope you didn't hate it!

Thanks for reading, as always~

Next up will be the ever popular Beast Boy and Raven. :)