*Insert standard disclaimer here*

Me: (in an absolute mess after fighting with Kitten throughout the previous chapter) Here's chapter 3.

Kitten: (in a similar state) (whispers) Don't see why you couldn't have done that the last time.

Me: don't make me go Jackie Chan on your ass!

Kitten's POV

It was Hell Night. Opps, sorry. I mean Prom Night. Quite possibly the most humiliating night of my life. My father had hired a PINK limousine and bought me a pretty PINK dress with matching PINK heels.

I hate pink.

Of course I couldn't complain, seeing as he didn't actually have to go all out for me like he did (He'd had to get extra help with finding the outfit I was wearing, according to what I'd been told).

Then again, he also didn't have to blackmail a Teen Titan into being my date.

As the limo approached the place prom, was taking place, I asked it to stop. That being said, I was turned down, obviously. Might I ask who actually listens when I speak any more?

"Sorry miss," spoke the driver. "Your father told us not to stop until we reached the destination. We should be nearly there though."

I sighed and leaned back in my seat. I didn't want to go to prom, I didn't want to make anyone jealous, and I most certainly did not want to spend the night with someone who wanted to be here even less than I did. Sitting there, I seriously wondered if a super villain had put a bad-luck curse on me just for kicks. In a city like this, it shouldn't be such a far-fetched idea.

The driver pulled up near the bridge leading to the venue. If the digital clock on seat across from me was correct, prom had only just begun, yet already hordes of dolled-up teen couples had begun streaming onto the prom boat. This probably meant that most of the people I knew were going to see me being escorted onboard by a blackmailed Robin. Yay.

The thought made me groan aloud as I unbuckled my seatbelt.

"Re-ealy hoping he doesn't show." Unfortunately, as much as the Gods about must love me (note the sarcasm) I spotted both him and Starfire the moment I stepped out.

For the second time in two days, I cringed. I was one thing to have to put up with a mopey superhero, but it was an entirely different thing to have deal with a mopey superhero and his jealous alien girlfriend. Well, at least I certainly couldn't say my life was boring.

I weighed the possibilities of me walking away without being noticed. It didn't look like they had spotted me yet, so it was certainly a possibility. If I even had an ounce of good luck left (supposing I had any to begin with), I might have been able to sneak away and avoid what was bound to be a painfully long night.

That hope was quickly squashed however, when I felt a hand on my shoulder the moment I turned to run for it.

"Where do you think you're going?" demanded an irritated voice. I turned around, a sheepish look on my face.

"Um…the little girls' room?" I tried, despite there really not being any point in trying leave now. I needed to think of better excuses.

Robin pointed to the boat and spoke again.

"The prom is that way. I gave you my word, I'm here right now, and I intend to keep an eye on you until my teammates stop your father."

I simply stared at him in confusion.

"Stop my… father? I'm sorry, but what?"

It was his turn to look at me in a confused manner. "You mean you don't know?"

I sighed. "No, and I don't think I want to. Let's just get this over with." With that, I looped my arm around his and all but dragged him into the prom.

(*^*)

Two and a half hours later saw me sitting at a table with one Boy Wonder across from me, both of us thoroughly bored beyond belief. I suddenly remembered why I hate proms so much: THEY. SUCK. So far, the most exciting thing to have happened was getting up to go get some free punch.

I was at my breaking point. I wasn't sure how much more boredom I could take. Deciding enough was enough, I stood up and walked round to fully face one Boy Wonder. His looked up me with a suspicious glint in his eye, like I was suddenly go ninja on him and destroy the city. I also noted a less than subtle smidgen of contempt in the way his lip curled when he spoke.

"You want to dance?" His tone wasn't angry or even annoyed at this point, simply bored. I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.

"No thank you. I was actually just wondering if you wanted to leave now." His head perked up at this.

"Really?" he asked, sounding a mixture of relief, happiness, and uncertainty. I nodded.

"Neither of us are having any fun, so I don't really see the point of wasting any more time here." Plus, I had felt Starfire sending potentially lethal glares my way all night. There was no need to mention that though.

Faster than lightening, he got up and ran over to wherever it was Starfire was waiting for him. I sighed and sat back down again.

'Maybe now I'm by myself I can mingle a bit,' I contemplated. I toyed with the idea for a few more minutes when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I couldn't help but once again raise an eyebrow at who it was.

"I thought you left?" He gulped and looked down at me.

"Uh…."

"Starfire's left you behind, hasn't she?" I frowned, not liking the idea of being stuck in this hell hole with the teen at all.

"No, but …I can't find my ride. I can't….I don't remember where I parked it," he confessed. I crossed my arms and legs, and narrowed my eyes at him before turning to face him fully from where I sat.

"So let me get this straight. You can fight mutant super-villains, track down notorious criminal masterminds, and save the world, yet you can't keep track your most likely custom-built, hulking big motorcycle?"

Obviously something in the tone of my voice caused him to gulp again and rub the back of his neck nervously.

"Well when you put it like that, it sounds pretty bad."

"Is there a way of making it sound good?"

"….fair point."

Sighing for the umpteenth time that night, I stood up to make a beeline for the exit.

"C'mon, let's go find it."

As I left the boy behind me, heard Robin giving a startled "What?". I didn't bother to stop walking, I just wanted off the damn boat already.

"Two sets of eyes are better than one, right?"

There was practically no-one out in the park, and that itself had only a handful of cars in it, most students opting to arrive by limo like me. I turned to face Robin.

"Did you park it near here or down the stree – EEK!"

The pick-up truck in front of me suddenly being smashed into smithereens cut me off. I shakily raised my head to see what had caused the damage, and low and behold, came face-to-face with my ex.

HTis night just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?

"Where do you think you're going with him?" He spat, his voice practically venomous in itself (no pun intended). I gulped and slowly backed up to where Robin was now standing, weapons drawn and ready to attack if necessary.

"N-nowhere! He was just leaving!" I drew in a deep breath and spoke again in steadier tone. I was really sick this - people assuming things about what I wanted, what I was doing. I was ready to tell someone off. If I didn't, the risk of losing my mind from being tossed around by other's misunderstanding was far too likely to happen.

Yes, I know what you're thinking: 'You're going to tell off the crazy mutant whose looks ready to kill you, are you? That would just be stupid.'

Sadly readers, even I am prone to having stupid moments, and this just happened to be one of them. My mouth just started shooting itself of before I even had time to reel in what it wanted to say.

"Why are you here Fang? You dumped me; now please leave. I'm not your girl anymore, so I'll go where I want with whoever I want, thank you very much."

With every word uttered from my dumb little mouth I saw him growing angrier. Despite my steady voice and posture, I became trembling wreck inside as I watched his face. I'd never seen Fang this angry before, nor had I thought Daddy's plan to make him jealous would actually work.

Oh, I was so fucked.

In a flash, Fang had shot a long string of web at me. I had no idea I had even dodged it until I noticed that Robin was dragging me down the street by my arm. We kept running until he pulled me into a random alleyway to catch our breath, Fang clearly still too angry to come after us for the second.

"I couldn't - fight him - back there, - there were too - many civilians," he panted. I nodded my understanding, too tired to talk. Then I noticed a glint of metal out of the corner of my eye.

Standing up to my full height (which is rather quite painful after having ran a whole block in heels), I grabbed Robin Retard's (as I have now nicknamed him) arm and spun him around. Right there, at the very back of the alley, was a motorcycle with a nice big, in-your-face yellow R on it.

I crossed my arms and glared at the boy next to me. He in turn, pulled at his collar in embarrassment.

"Heh…so, uh… that's where I left it!" I rolled my eyes and turned to exit the alley, but I was pulled back by hand grabbing my shoulder.

"Do you mind?" I gritted my teeth. This night had been a disaster, and I wanted nothing more than to go home, curl up on the sofa, and watch some late-night T.V.

"Yes I do actually. To the best of my knowledge, your father's threat to release his swarm of killer moths on the city still stand, and until my team locates him, I'm not letting you out of my sight," He finished. My eyebrows shot up.

'Killer moths? City? Swarm? What the hell is wrong with him? I can't believe him!' were the main thoughts running through my mind. I shook my head, choosing not to answer the obvious question of what my father had done this time.

"Wouldn't you be more of help to your team if you were with them? I mean, I just want to go home." I REALLY did.

"I'm not taking any chances with you," Robin glared. "Besides, you have an enraged mutant ex-boyfriend on the loose who probably wants to hurt you. A lot."

He crossed his arms as though to say the conversation was over. I mulled the situation over in my mind, and concluded that he was, in fact, right. My father had clearly gone mental on them and I was their only lead.

'Plus,' I figured. 'I don't feel like risking another attack by Fang and his venom.'

And so with that, Robin, my blackmailed superhero -slash-prom date, offered me the spare helmet to his motorcycle. We sped out of the alley in search of a safer hiding place until either Fang found us, or Robin's team found my dad. The perfect ending to prom night - not.

This is how I know proms suck.