A/n: Screaming at batter for mugging a milk carton while making references. What.
'Nnngh- You're beating it too fast~!'
'But it's almost there! Just a bit more.'
'Scum doesn't deserve mercy! It HAS to be beaten senseless!'
The mix of butter, chocolate powder and eggs looked like a baker's wet dream, signalling that it was free of any lumps of brownie mix, but that didn't stop Robin from being thoroughly sure, mixing it furiously, sweat collecting at his brow, Beast Boy lay across the counter, long given up on trying to get the raven haired boy to stop beating the life out of that poor storebought brownie batter.
'Yea, bet you're nice and all blended together… NOW TELL ME WHO YOUR LEADER IS OR I WILL BREAK YOU.' Robin's demeanor went from Cooking Mama to Dalph Mongrel in a instant as he leaned into the bowl of brown pudding-like mix.
'When I said take a break from mugging muggers, I didn't mean interrogate the food, yo.' Ignored, Beast Boy didn't see what was so fun about interrogating muggers where they're hiding purses, or in this case, brownie batter where the crime lord of the kitchen is hidden. He had other things in mind. Like the way one of Raven's many foreign bibles lay perfectly bisected right next to the Semi-Homemade cookbook…. Or the tantalizing way Robin swayed his hips as he went 'Eye-to-Eye' with the criminal scum of the Kitchen… Batman really rubbed off on this kid.
'DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH, ROCKY?'
In a flash, the black-haired teen rounded on Beast Boy, pinning his hands and body to the counter.
'I must break you.'
Robin had also seen too many Sylvester Stallone movies.