I, humble Gothic Turtle, do not and will not take credit for the creation of any and all of the Teen Titans characters who solely belong to DC Comics. (I do however own this fanfic and any OCs I decide to throw in for fun.)

And on with the story!

Poor Kitten, she just can't catch a break in this chapter!

Kitten: Yeah so can we just get it over with?

Me: Wow, no matter what you'll still be obnoxious won't you?

Kitten: (anime vein on forehead) You've announced the story already so move on!

Me: Fine!

Kitten: Fine!

Me: (looks grumpily at readers) Here's the story.

Kitten: You've said that already!

Me: THAT'S IT! (lunges at Kitten)

Kitten's POV

"KITTEN!"

I cringed. It had been barely two hours since the Dinner Misunderstanding (as I have dubbed it), and I was not looking forward to what my Dad planned me and my love life. 'Do all dads get this involved in their daughter's love life?' I thought back to all of romance novels I've read, and concluded that no, no they do not.

Then again, what else should I expect, having a half-moth as a father?

I slowly walked to where I heard Daddy's voice bellowing from, wanting to delay whatever he had planned for me for as long as possible. When I finally reached him, I had quite a shock.

Right in front of me, clear as day on the large communications screen, was Robin and Starfire of the Teen Titans. Both of whom looked farfrom happy.

"Here she is!" Daddy announced, causing me to tense up in more. I wanted to ask my Dad what he needed me for (or more importantly, what he had done to piss off the two heroes), but was only successful in making a few strangely noises. My brain screamed, demanding to know what was going on. Well, at least that much of me was working.

While I stood there like a wordless moron, Starfire flew up to my level and spoke.

"This "prom" is some manner of duel, yes? Robin eagerly accepts!" She slapped the screen closest to where I was with her glove, and I swear and I could've felt it through the screen! Rubbing my cheek, my brain tried to keep up with what was going on; then what the other girl said finally sunk in. It was like something within me snapped and wouldn't stop yelling: "Alert! Alert! Abort with Daddy!"

Before I could say anything though, Robin was dragging her away and asking for a minute to alone to talk. Crap! I hadn't heard anything else anyone had said! I turned to my dad and gave him my most hateful glare.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hissed. He sweat-dropped. "Ju-just helping find a way to get Fang back! Trust me princess, boys are very jealous. If Fang sees you with someone as famous as Robin, he'll want you back for sure!"

I didn't say anything. There was nothing that I could say! I felt my eyebrow twitching at my father's stupidity and face-palmed myself for lack of being able to slap him. Had my father's work cost him the last remainders of his sanity? He could get thrown into jail for this (whatever 'this' was)! Hell, we could both get thrown into jail! Did he even ask me I want Fang back? NO! Because obviously, HE DOESN'T THINK!

I lifted my head from my hand and was about to him so, when I noticed movement on the screen in front of me. Robin had re-entered the room muttering something to the partially-hidden alien.

"Do we have a deal?" my father asked. I shook my head 'no' but of course, no-one happened to be looking at me.

"Fine, I'll take the girl to prom."

'NO!NO!NO!' I mentally screamed. Now Iwanted to slap the boy through the screen! Had he not noticed my protests at all?

"Don't tell me, ask her." My father responded. I groaned, making a mental note to have another 'boundaries' talk with Daddy when this nightmare was over.

"You've gotta be-"

"DO IT!" My father commanded. Oh, how I wanted to somewhere else right then!

I watched helplessly as the poor boy asked me to the prom, mask twitching from obvious reluctance. I gave him a small, reassuring smile. Somehow, I wanted him to know I didn't like anything about the current situation either, but couldn't find the right words to interrupt him with. Sadly, Starfire seemed to misinterpret this small action, and looked as though she was about to spontaneously combust with anger.

I winced a little at her expression, wanting her to know even more than the boy before me that I didn't want any part of this, but alas, words failed me yet again. Unreliable little things, words are. They never seem to be working when they're most needed.

After the helpless soul asked me to prom, I gave my father one last pleading look, hoping he would take the hint and put an end to all this foolishness.

Of course, he just whispered "Would like him to try that again honey? Make it sound more genuine?"

I quickly shook my head no. I did not want to prolong this stupid, stupid call (or the poor boy's torture for that matter. I could tell he was enjoying this whole thing about as much as I was - not at all).

Sighing, I returned my attention to the young hero on the screen, answering him with a simple "yes". Believe me, I didn't want to accept, but I couldn't think of a way around it. My father was too thick-skulled to notice the pained expressions I kept shooting at him, and I highly doubt either of the two Titans would care what I had to say, so long as my father was the one in control right now. Regardless of any effort on my part, my day had gone from bad to worse.

Now I really had a reason to hate prom.