Me: Hello dear readers! I have made resolution not to fight with Kitten or intimidate/threaten Robin!
Beast boy: Ha ha! Like that'll last!
Me: (glares daggers) But I have made no such resolution about Beast Boy. (Rubs hands together and gives Beast Boy an absolutely evil/psychotic look)
Beast Boy: EEP!
Kitten: You know the drill by now people. Gothic Turtle owns nothing yadda yadda, leave a review if ya want to or not blah blah…Enjoy the story!
Me: (sarcastically) Wo-ow, moving. Kitten: Shut up Me: Here goes my resolution!
"So-o while we're waiting for the rain to stop why don't we–"
"Not talk? Great idea!"
The blackmailed hero sitting parallel to me scowled.
"No need to be like that." I instantly felt a twinge of guilt.
"Sorry," I apologized. "Just not really feeling my best after having nearly been bitch-slapped by my former best friend and then chased around the city by my homicidal mutant ex-boyfriend." Wow, the things I never thought I'd have to say.
Robin Retard seemed to have sensed the humour in my sentence as well, for he let the faintest of smirks escape his lips. Pretty soon we were both chuckling away like a pair of good ol' buddies.
Once we had calmed down a bit more, he looked me dead in the eye (or at least it felt that way. You can never be sure with people who wear masks) and asked me a rather personal question.
"What was all of that about back there anyway? You said you used to be friends, yet she really looked like she hated you."
I winced a little. Truth was, I'm an avoider. If something is bothering me or there is some sort of painful memory, I simply ignore the issue and try to forget about it. Yes, I know it's not good to run from your problems!
I had diverted my eyes when he asked the question, and I slowly found that I was trying to will myself into holding his gaze again. I swallowed what felt like huge lump in my throat, except it wouldn't go away.
"Alright, I'll tell you," I finally answered, after what felt like a decade.
"If it's too person –"
I held up my hand to stop him from continuing.
"It's ok," I reassured him. "It's not like its some big secret anyway. Everyone at school knows." I exhaled loudly before continuing.
"In my school… there are two main groups. The rich kids and the poor-slash-working class kids. Depending on how much money your family has determines which group you hang around. There is no in-between. The rich kids view the poorer students as "commoners" and the working class students are convinced that all of the rich kids are purely spoilt show-offs." I paused to see he was keeping up. He gave a small nod and gestured for me to go on. "Well, as you know, my father has quite a lot of money. In fact, everyone in my family is very rich. However I'm more like the black sheep of the family, other than my dad that is. I don't care about brands and labels and I enjoy finding a good bargain and knowing I can work on tight budget."
At the revelation of this new information, Robin looked quite taken aback. "I'd never have guessed," he said. I shrugged.
"It's okay. It's just because I'm an only child that my dad feels he should get everything for me and treat me like some kind of princess."
Getting back on track, I kept talking. "It was because I acted like this that everyone in school thought that I was working class. As a result, I was befriended by Susan, who, despite being upper/middle class, is nowhere near as rich as some of the other girls in my school. Which brings me to my next point: it was only girls that acted this way. The boys didn't really care about money, although the most popular guys were the sportiest. Anyway, I got close to Susan and her group, and as I learnt about how things worked in my school, I learnt to keep quiet about my real social status. Susan herself hated the rich kids with a super-strong passion, and I didn't want to lose my best friend." Robin was frowning now, obviously seeing where this was headed.
"Everything was fine until my housekeeper Maria fell down a small flight of stars. It turned out to nothing, and she had been okay, but my entire family had panicked when we first got wind of her being in hospital. She's kinda old you see, so that stuff can be serious. She's feisty though. Nothing can keep her down for long!" I grinned as I remembered my father and her children trying to help her do her work just the next week. She'd reacted like cat does to a bubble bath.
"Anyway, Daddy hired a driver to come pick me up in one of our BMW's. I usually walked to school, to keep my friends from suspecting anything, but this time it couldn't be avoided. My dad had me pulled out of classes for the day to come see Maria in hospital, which meant all of my friends saw me hitching a ride in this expensive vehicle. They put two and two together and now they refuse to talk to me. The rich kids don't want anything to do with me either, seeing as I act 'far too much like a commoner' for their tastes." I concluded my story with a disgusted look. I really hate the kids in my school.
"Wow," was Robin's only reply.
"Yeah, well, who wants friends like that anyway?" I smiled sadly.
"No, I mean "wow" as in you live in twenty-first century yet you still use the word 'vehicle'."
I threw some dirt at him, but couldn't help from laughing.
"You jerk! Stupid stupid boy!" I yelled in mock anger. I was too lazy to bother getting all worked up over one comment. Besides, it was nice to have told someone my side of the story, regardless of whether or not they had been listening. Rested my head against the cold stone wall and looked out into the rain.
"Well prom must be really suckish right about now. There's goes the whole 'open atmosphere' thing the prom committee wanted so badly."
I heard him shuffle a little, trying to get more comfortable. "How much longer do you think it'll lasts?" He asked. I grunted my reply.
"No idea. It's been probably half an hour now and it's still really heavy."
""I definitely can't drive the R-cycle in this. Maybe I can get Cyborg to come pick us up in his car," he suggested.
I shook my head. "Driving in this weather would be suicide. What about Raven? Can't she teleport or something like that?" I turned to face him, only to be greeted with a raised eyebrow.
"Only over short distances. Otherwise, she flies." I sighed and turned my attention back to weather.
"Guess we'll just have to wait it out then."
We sat there, not speaking for quite some time. Eventually, the silence began to feel a bit stretched. From the way Wonder Boy kept shifting every two seconds, I could tell we both felt the need to do something to make atmosphere a little less tense. Once again, it was Blunder Wonder who spoke up.
"So that Susan girl is a big fan of the Teen Titans?"
I smirked to myself, otherwise not moving. "Big time. She thinks you're best thing since sliced bread." My smile faded as I suddenly remembered something he had said before the whole Susan fiasco.
I scooted a little closer on the ground, just to try to get a bit more comfortable (and maybe get a better look at his face, so that .I would know he was lying. Maybe)
"Hey," I said. "Can I ask you another question?" He gave a small smirk, having obviously seen my little play on words.
"Go ahead."
"I you had to keep an eye on my back at the prom, and when we were running from Fang, why were you so eager to leave when I offered you the chance to on the boat?" His frown was back.
"To be honest, I kinda thought that since you were the one calling the shots, and had asked me instead of the other way around, you were leaving too. However I still intended to keep tabs on you from as far away as possible. That way I could still make sure you weren't assisting your father." Ah, well, that made sense.
"Can I just ask why you figured I was the one calling the shots in Daddy's little plan?" I tilted my head to the side in curiosity.
He smirked playfully once more. "No, you may not."
I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head in exasperation.
He spoke again, tone notably more nervous and serious. "To perfectly honest …um…" I raised an eyebrow at his sudden loss for words. "…I guess…you kinda…uh…" At this point I as growing impatient and snapped at him before I could stop myself.
"Just tell me!"
He jumped a little. "I thought you just some stupid, spoilt-rich fangirl with powerful dad!" he finished in a rush. If I hadn't been paying close attention to what he was saying, it would just sounded like one, long, incomprehensible word.
To both of our surprise, I didn't feel even slightly annoyed. Then I did something that really freaked him out.
I giggled.
When I stopped and looked at Robin's startled face, the giggles turned into all-out laughter. I couldn't help it! It wasn't every day that you got to see a teenage superhero looking like some helpless, cornered, fluffy animal! (The fact that his hair vaguely reminded me of a small porcupine did not help.)
Once I got over the initial hysterical laughter, I continued to chuckle while looking in his direction for the next the few minutes. He crossed his and glowered.
"What's so funny?" he demanded. I waved my hand while I continued to try and compose myself.
"No-nothing! Ha! It's just ME! Stupid! Fangirl! I study every day, and I only know what I know about you guys because of the news and Susan! O-oh that's funny! Pfft!"
He shook his head at me. "You're insane," he smirked.
I raised an eyebrow. "Can you blame me?"
He gave a small laugh in return. "No, not really."
His face suddenly dropped and he looked out into the rain. "Aren't you a bit worried that Fang will come back?" He asked, concerned laced ever so subtly in his voice. I shook my head.
"No, Fang hates the rain, being half spider and all. He's probably already back at his house at this point."
I noticed with some relief that the rain had now eased up a great deal, and it no longer felt like we were stuck I some sort of torrential downpour.
"It should be safe for Cyborg to pick us up now."
I jumped a little from the sudden sound of Robin speaking.
"Uh, sure, if you say so. I'm in no rush." In all actuality, I would have given my right arm at that moment for someone – anyone – to pick us up. I was cold, tired, and covered in dirt from sitting on the ground for so long. Not to mention my face and hair were probably all windswept from our high-speed chase through Jump. I didn't want to sound like the 'spoilt rich girl' Robin had pegged for being earlier, so kept these thoughts to myself.
Robin called his robotic friend on his communicator once more, told him where we were, and within forty minutes he had pulled up right outside the tunnel.
"What about your bike?" I asked black-haired teen. As much as I hated the thing, it wouldn't do anyone any favours to have it stolen.
Robin just shrugged. "I'll come back for it tomorrow. It's not likely to get stolen since we're on the edge of town. Hardly anyone sticks around here. Even if it is, I have a tracking device installed into to it, so it's no worry."
"Speaking of location, how'd you two end up here anyway?" Our semi-robotic driver crossed his arms and gave a very suspicious look, reminding us of his presence. Me and Robin just looked at each and burst into laughter.
"O-oh that's a long story! Robin will explain to you." I grinned. Wonder Bread's smile lessened when I volunteered him to do all the talking, but did not vanish completely.
"Well, anyway, we best be going. I'll drop you off first Kitten," Cyborg shrugged, as we loaded into the car. "Thanks, I live –"
"I know," he interrupted. To say I was surprised would have been understatement.
"Do I want to know?" I asked cautiously, yet playfully. After all, superheros are known to always be one step ahead in...well, most things.
Robin and Cyborg shared a look and shook their heads. "Maybe next time," he offered. I gave a small grin in return.
No-one said anything for the rest of the ride. When we pulled up in front me house, I thanked the two of them for everything, and made my way to my front door. To my surprise, I hear one of them get out of the car behind me.
"Kitten, wait!" It was Robin. I turned around, feeling slightly worried. What could have gone wrong from the car to here? My question was answered when Robin wordlessly extended his hand to me. I went to shake it, when I caught sight of what was in it.
It was Titan communicator.
I gave him my best incredulous look. He gulped a little. "It's… in case you run into any more trouble with Fang. I have feeling he won't give up easily." I nodded my agreement. I knew Fang wouldn't let this slide. He was right.
Taking the small device from his hands, I held it up to my face for closer inspection. It resembled a child's toy walkie-talkie more than anything, with a black and yellow with a big yellow "T" taking up most of space on the front cover. I looked up and began to thank him when I felt a faint pressure on my lips. I blinked anyway my confusion and tried to see what Robin's face looked like, if he had noticed anything odd. Unfortunately, he was already back sitting in his friend's car and bugging him to get a move on.
I shrugged and took out my house from under the welcome the feeling was, I clearly must have imagined it. After all, everyone knows a lack of sleep can really mess with a person's head.
Yawning, I took off my dress, not bothering to take a shower or even change into my pyjamas. I simply flopped down on my bed and passed out immediately. At last this mess was over!
At least, I certainly hoped it was.