Me: Heh heh heh! You're in for it now Blunder Wonder!

Robin: (sweatdrops) What have I ever done to you?

Me: (deadpanned) offended all traffic lights everywhere.

Kitten:ANYway Gothic Turtle does own teen titans

Robin: (under his breath) Thank goodness

Me: (evilly) What was that?

Kitten: While I enjoy watching these two you go on and enjoy the story.

"Uh, are you sure you gave me the right address?" Robin gulped, tugging at his collar. I gave him an evil smirk and nodded.

"Absolutely. I could never mix this place up. How about we go inside?" Not bothering to check if he was following, I made a beeline for the front door.

The reason Jump City's own Boy Wonder was set on edge was actually so simple to understand, it was laughable.

I had directed him straight to a high school after-prom party.

We were currently standing in the front lawn of a former friend of mine. A former friend that somehow managed convince her parents into throwing the school's official after-party.

Out of curiosity, I wondered what time it was. I started to look at my wrist only to remember my wristwatch wasn't going be there. I spun around to face Robin, who had followed me after all.

"Do you have the time?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Just my communicator," he said. I sighed and looked around. It was late, true, but I didn't think prom would have been over yet. After all, I had arrived just as it had started, and it had started pretty early on in the evening. I shrugged to myself.

"Clearly I wasn't the only to find prom a complete snore." I Robin, now beside me nodded his head ever so slightly, gulping nervously.

"Um...can't we find somewhere else to wait for my team?"

I eyed the scene taking place in the front lawn. A bunch of tipsy morons had discarded their shoes into a pile and were dancing around them, singing with beer bottles in hand. All of the flower beds had either been trampled on or, for some reason, dug up. The rest the lawn was strewn with empty beer bottles, soda cans, junk-food wrappings, and take-away containers.

I could see why a law-enforcing under-aged teenager might have a problem with being here.

But hell! I wanted to see him squirm! Just as payback for being an ass all night!

I shook my head at his question and grabbed his arm to drag him inside. I already knew what to expect, having once come to this very house every Friday night to the very same thing as those here (though, of course, on a much smaller level). Retard however….I almost feel sorry for what he was about to see. Almost.

Yanking open the double doors, I gestured for Robin to go ahead in front of me. Don't think it was to be polite, oh no! I just could not miss his initial reaction.

And I must admit, his expression was pretty priceless. I certainly wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon, that's for sure!

As it had turned out, whether prom had ended or not, there was fuck-load of people already half-drunk and getting their 'party' on. And by 'party' I mean bad dancing, making out on sofas, practically hanging off of the staircase railings, and seeing who can whichever article of clothing they could get their hands on thrown across awkward places (including, but not limited to, the chandelier. If I was to remember correctly, there should even be point system. Figures). And that was just a main hallway!

I stared in a sort of proud silence at the current fish-like expression on Robin Retard.

"So what do you think? Ready to…loosen up?" I wagged my eyebrows in a teasing manner. Messing with boy's head was proving to far too much fun. My smirk was immediately wiped of my face when I was grabbed from behind pulled back out onto the front lawn.

I found myself being spun by the arm to face the culprit of my mini-kidnap. Looking up, I was greeted with unwelcoming brown eyes and at least three dozen freckles. "What the hell are you doing here?" hissed Susan. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Me and my date need a place to hang out while we wait for friends of his. Your place was the first thing I thought of." I made sure to speak clearly but not too slowly, so that she wouldn't misunderstand me. Sadly, my luck being what it is, misunderstandings are inevitable. The sneer she gave me told me exactly what kind of welcoming I about to on the receiving end of.

"Oh I see. You and your little boyfriend need somewhere quaint to rest until your other big-shot rich-kid friends come to save you? Oh how sad." I inhaled and exhaled slowly before defending myself. It took telling myself several times that the girl wasn't worth getting into a fight with, but oh, it was so tempting to!

"No, that's not the case at all. Fang, my ex-boyfriend, wants to kill us so until his friends arrive from doing something just as – if not more important… we need to hide." I gritted my words through my teeth. Susan's expression turned from enraged to amused all the while I was talking. She gave a patronizing little sigh the second I had finished talking, proof she hadn't really listened.

"Oh Kitten, Kitten!" I could feel myself growing more and more tense at her patronizing tone. "Don't you think you're being a little over-dramatic? I mean, there are plenty people I'm sure that would love to kill you, but someone of your class? Think of what it would do to his reputation! Now why don't clear off out of here and go home like a good little daddy's girl, ok?" She finished by giving me a big, toothy grin that looked anything butfriendly and kind. That was it for me; I couldn't take it anymore. I exploded.

"DOES EVERYTHING ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ABOUT SOCIAL CLASS WITH YOU? YOU BITCH ABOUT MONEY-OBSESSED BRATS YET YOU'RE THE WORST OF THEM ALL! THIS IS MY LIFE WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE SO CAN YOU PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR LONG ENOUGH TO AVOID MY BEING KILLED?"

Her face automatically reverted back to her enraged look. At this point, the shoe-pile dancing drinkers had stop to watch us, and even a few people near the door were poking their heads out to see the cause of the commotion. Whether Susan noticed or not, I'll probably never know. All I heard after my rant was the screeching of her own voice as she lunged at me.

"You BITCH!"

Before I knew what was happening, Susan had raised her hand. I braced myself for the impact. To my shock, instead of a sharp sting to the face, I felt warm, soft pressure on my right arm. I blinked my eyes opened turned my head to my right. Robin had reappeared out of nowhere and had caught Mary's hand mid-air. For a single moment in time, no-one dared to say anything. The awkwardness of the entire situation seemed to stretch on for hours. Then, Robin decided to break it flinging Mary's hand to the side. His voice was the perfect mixture of calm, intimidating, and pissed off.

"It's not polite to hit your guests. Let's go Kitten, this place isn't really… in good taste, is it?" He was now smirking down at me, and I couldn't help but smirk back.

"Yes, we'd best be leaving ROBIN. I don't care much for those who act low class, regardless of their bank account." I took his offered hand and we both walked down the pathway to leave.

To my delight, I hear Mary yelling the behind: "HOLY FUCK! I just met a TEEN TITAN! And ROBIN too!" The Retard in question just turned his head to give me a look, to which I just shrugged.

"She's always been a fan of you guys." He just shook his head and handed me his spare helmet for the third time that night.

We wasted another half hour driving around in no particular direction. That is, until we were narrowly hit by string of web. I squealed as Robin tried to gain control of his bike.

"You don't think I'd give up did you?"

I twisted my head a little to see our attacker, though I could hazard a guess at his identity.

"Are all jealous ex-boyfriends this obsessive?" I asked, half-humouredly to Robin.

"No," he answered. "It's just his kind that give us a bad name." He revved the engine as we sped down the streets, making dangerous turn after dangerous turn. Yet no matter how fast we went, Fang managed to keep up by jumping from building to building. A string of curses played through my mind with every narrow miss of poisoned web. I honestly had no idea Fang was capable of such a feet of speed and stamina. Certainly goes to show how deep our relationship went, didn't it?

Turning yet another corner and barely skimming the gravel of the road, I noticed that we were heading into the city's outskirts. More importantly, I saw a way of losing him. I wasted no time suggesting my idea to my reckless driver. I had to yell it through the rushing air to be heard, risking my words being overheard our pursuer. It had to be done though. I wasn't about to die on prom night!

"We can either continue this stupidly dangerous chase or lose him that way." I nodded in the direction I was talking about. It was less difficult hearing his response as it was carried by the wind.

"Or we could go that way and have him corner us!"

"Yeah, there's that too."

No sooner had I finished my sentence than Robin had to swerve to avoid another string of venom being shot at us. "Dead end it is," I believe he muttered. Then again, it was hard to hear given the circumstances.

Retard gave his motorcycle one last rev as we took in the direction that I had indicated. We sped past it and swerved around three more corners in order to do a complete circle to hopefully confuse Fang as he followed us.

Sadly, (and almost fatally) the tunnel wasn't as long or as wide as it looked from a distance, so Robin had to speed down a lot in next to no time. How we both managed not to break our necks when he stopped completely still remains a mystery.

Once fully coming to stop within the tunnel, I released a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. Taking off my helmet, I got off the R-cycle. So thankful was I to be off the accursed vehicle, I swore never to get my own when I got my license. An all-too-familiar voice came from behind me as I took in my new surroundings.

"You okay?" I turned d gave him a sincere smile with a nod. After all, the guy nearly just died again to save me. Just me. Boy did I owe him one.

"You?" I asked, more or less mirroring his question. He grinned, much to my relief.

"Yeah, still on a bit of an adrenaline rush." I rolled my. Boys! Always so reckless!

I poked him in the arm to tease him.

"Adrenaline junkie."

He gave a small chuckle and flipped open his communicator. "I just need to see what's taking my team so long contact me. It's not like them." I nodded and went to stand near the entrance, to give him some privacy if nothing else. However, I couldn't resist straining my ears to hear what was being said.

"Cyborg? Raven? Are you guys there?" He said into his communicator. Another voice could be heard through the small device.

"Yeah man, we're here. Question is, where are you? Starfire went nuts after you went a-wall. We only just got her to calm down." I could even from distance that Robin felt utterly humiliated and ashamed for forgetting his alien friend back at the prom.

"We kinda ran into some trouble so had to make a hasty exist. Have you found any leads on Killer Moth?"

"Oh, yeah! We found Killer Moth's hideout about an hour and a half ago. We took him down and sent him off to prison. Good work, am I right?" Now Robin was just pissed.

Really, really pissed.

"AND YOU DIDN'T THINK TO TELL ME THIS!" he boomed. "Sssshhhh!" I hushed him from where I stood.

"I have no idea how old or stable this tunnel, and I had no intention in testing it in any way, shape, or form." He nodded his head, but was clearly still trying to contain his rage.

"We'll talk about this when I get back," he growled before closing his communicator. I flinched, feeling a fleeting moment of pity for those poor souls. I rubbed the back of my neck, nervous about what I was about to ask.

"So-o…I guess we're done here. Uh…hate to ask, but…do you mind –"

"I'll drive you back to your place."

I smiled and relaxed my arm, only to notice he still had a face like a slapped ass.

"C'mon!" I coaxed. "It's over! Let's see a smile!"

He attempted to force a smile onto his features. The result was just plain creepy. "One that won't frighten small children," I deadpanned. He sighed for the umpteenth time that night.

"I'm just tired," he apologized. I shrugged my understanding. It had been a long night for both of us.

"Let just get going."

He eyed me warily. "Aren't still worried about your ex? And your dad is in jail now, doesn't that bother you?" I shrugged again (it was starting to become my signature move).

"Fang wouldn't dare attack my home 'cause my dad would absolutely cream him. Besides, my dad's probably in the middle of busting out as we speak. Jump City Jail really should consider making improvements. Criminals just seem to walk in and out of there." He gave a small (real) smile in return. Just as he reached for his helmet, I continued with one last sentence. "Thank you for asking."

And that precise moment, it started chucking it down with rain.

Oh Come on!