Fan Fiction ❯ Birds of a Feather ❯ Chapter 11
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By: King Cheetah 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Birds Of A Feather...
Part Eleven - Angel, Devils, and Lawyers
by King Cheetah
I don't own any of these characters,
so don't rub it in...
Kinda sorta Robin/Raven pairing; you've been warned....
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Like chess masters, Raven and Robin sat on his bed facing each other, Donna's little present between them, lid open as evidently several of the foil packets attempted to make a break for it. As his hand slowly moved to examine one of the gifts, Ravens hand intercepted it and grasp it, interleaving her fingers with his. He looked up into her face, her eyes filled with hope and promise. "Well, don't you have ANYTHING to say?" she smiled.
Sighing, he said, "Donna's certainly being very Donna-like. Two dozen?"
"She said she'd get us a fresh box on Monday." grinned Raven, squeezing his hand. He chuckled softly, but the smile faded from his face like smoke. Scooping the box up, Raven set it on his night stand and pushed Robin flat back onto his bed. Straddling him, she gyrated her hips to position herself comfortably atop him, then slowly fell forward to lay across him. Hugging him she whispered, "We share the past, but not the present. Why won't you talk to me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked softly. His hands were working in unison, caressing her, the soft material of her shirt seeming to magnify his attentions.
"I mean, I've never been happier in my entire life and yet you seem to be spiraling downward day after day. OBVIOUSLY something's bugging you, but you won't talk to me about it. I mean, I expect a certain amount of stubbornness out of you, it's how you are. But we don't need to start keeping things from each other now." she said, kissing his chest lightly.
He was silent for a time, until finally he asked, "Are... are you really happy? I mean, do you really mean that? You're sure?"
Furious, she pinched his side, "UGH! You're impossible! Of course I'm happy. I've never felt better about myself, and I've never been so in control of myself. What on earth would make you think I'm not happy? Haven't you been paying attention to how I've been the last two weeks? What's bothering you?"
Again the silence, "Your father, Trigon. I'm... I'm just worried you'll stumble and... I'll lose you."
She shimmied up his body to bring her face up to his, "Oh! You idiot, haven't you been listening to me? The war inside me is over and the troops are headed home. My father's just plane outta luck as far as I'm concerned."
"Really?" he asked softly.
"Really! And I've told him as much." She smiled.
Robin arched an eyebrow, "You talk to your father? I mean, like regularly?"
"Well DUH! What the hell good is gloating if you don't actually do it AT someone. Of course I talk to him." she smiled.
Robin was silent again, then running his hands up the back of her shirt, "Did... did he mention me?"
Raven guffawed, "You are SO full of yourself!"
Quicker than thought, Robin bucked and flipped over on top of Raven, Pinning her arms in the process, "If memory serves, you're full of me too."
Breathless, she looked into his eyes and whispered, "Not completely full..."
They both eyed the box on his nightstand simultaneously.
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he leered.
"No, please don't." she grinned.
"Maybe I should do something to REALLY piss off your old man, eh?"
"...maybe you should." she gasped as his mouth closed around hers.
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Laughing, Beast Boy and Starfire stumbled into her room just after midnight. The Dance Dance Revolution battle won, Starfire was ready to claim her prize. Jumping onto her bed, she grinned at Beast Boy as he settled into the orange beanbag chair by her closet.
"Honor is restored, gracious lady. I stand (sorta) ready to accept your conditions of my defeat. You have but to ask of me." he smiled, gesturing broadly.
Giggling, she hugged herself for a time, weighing her options, until finally she made her declaration, "For my boon, I request three truthful queries of you. And you must be totally truthful, just as if Donna was using her lasso. Do you agree?"
"I agree fully, gracious lady. You now have but to ask." he smiled.
"Very well," she said officiously, "Question number one, do you find me desirable?"
Looking thoughtful, he'd actually expected this question, and had already been giving it some thought, "Yes, yes I do." he said, and nothing more.
Waiting a bit, she said, "That is all? Aren't you going to justify your statement?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Will this elaboration be counted as your second question? Or in exchange for this addendum, will I be permitted a question of you?" he grinned slyly.
Hrumphing, she pouted, "Very well, you may have your question. Now, tell please why you find me desirable."
Standing, he cleared his throat and said, "Why do I find desirable? Jeez, the better question would be why WOULDN'T I find you desirable? We'll start with the easy stuff first. You're fun! You're always up for any challenge or new experience, and even when it goes wrong, it never slows you down. You're funny. No matter how rotten my day is, I know that one way or another, you'll say something to put a smile on my face. You're a loyal friend. I can't think of a time you haven't been there for me when I needed you, no matter what for. You're beautiful. Not in a stuck-up way, but REAL beauty that comes from in here, "he said, tapping his sternum. "And on top of that, you make everything around you prettier too. You're sexy. You are a dark and mysterious land that calls to me for exploration, but with dangers and challenges that just add to the excitement. So, yes Starfire Khori'ndr du Tamaran, you are without a doubt the most desirable woman I know. Does this explanation meet with your approval?"
She seemed almost in a daze, but nodded and smiled softly.
"And now, for my query." he stepped forward and took her hands in his, "Starfire, why do YOU find everything I just said so hard to believe, eh?" She seemed to wilt a little at the question. Looking away, she whispered, "I... I just don't see those things in myself."
"Very well, I'll accept that. Your second query?" he smiled, still holding her hands.
It seemed to take her a minute to organize her thoughts. Whatever her intended second question was, it had been set aside in favor of another.
"M-my second query is... w-will you kiss me." she asked haltingly, scratching her knee furiously. She seemed so frail to him now, so fragile. This, the woman he'd once seen inadvertently cut Plasmus in two, now looked barely able to sit upright.
Drawing her to her feet, he slid his hands down her arms, to place them on her hips as he whispered, "Do you want a friendly kiss, or do you want a lover's kiss?"
She was trembling now, "I want the kiss that you want to give me." Her eyes begged him, and placing a finger under her chin, he drew her face up to meet his. Her lips were velvet soft, yet eager and her tongue sought him out quickly. Her hand moved up to cup the back of his head as she fought him to draw the kiss out. Finally separating, her breathing was passioned and heavy, and she drew him down to her for another, and then a third.
Finally stepping back from him, she worked to catch her breath as she chambered her final query, but Beast Boy cut her off, "Let's save the last question until tomorrow, okay? We have a REALLY big day ahead of us and I think we both should rest up." catching her look of disappointment, he quickly added, "Because aside from going to the children's hospital, I was thinking that we might head out to the park for a picnic. Sound good?" Caught off guard by the suggestion, she smiled and nodded. Walking her over to the door, he looked as though he was preparing to leave, but instead leaned back against her wall and pulled her into his arms. Gasping, she found herself once again drowning in his kisses and wrapped her arms around his neck to encourage his attentions. Twenty minutes later, he was headed for his own room and she was in heaven....
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"Raven, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is to finally work with you. This is TRULY a dream come true!" said Dagget Skubbly extending a hand, limp as a sea anemone, and twice as damp.
Accepting the flaccid greeting, Raven smiled, "Um, thanks. Good to be on board. So, when will the swimsuit shoot actually be, anyhow?" Relaxing on the big sofa, Robin draped an arm around her shoulder as Dagget fussed with various mystery articles in his briefcase, "Oh sweets, this is about SO much more than just one swimsuit piece. I'm looking at the total 360 here! Raven inc.! You have a phenomenal fanbase amongst the twelve to twenty-two year old market base in Jump City, and there is almost NO product associated with your image. That is a void that must be filled!" Looking up, he finally noticed them together.
"Oh my! OH MY! What am I seeing here? Are... are you two an item? Oh please say yes..." he squealed.
"If by item, you mean 'love slave', yeah he's mine" smiled Raven.
"Yes mistress." sighed Robin, rolling his eyes.
Dagget was giddy, "Oh you are absolutely WICKED! But I'm seeing such potential here. Heroes and lovers, Birds of a Feather! Ugh, it's writing itself! Okay okay, do you think that you could have some little show of affection after your next big battle? Perhaps a kiss?"
"Or I could just bend Raven over one the wrecked cars and we could go at it right there. I've always wanted- OW!!" yelped Robin as she pinched him.
"Okay, there's that wickedness again! I am SO loving this! Excuse me a minute, I need to run to the little agents room." he grinned and took his leave. Alone, Raven turned to look at Robin.
"Could he BE any gayer?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I dunno, you want me to ask him?" he grinned, "Look, Dagget's a little over the top, but the guy knows his business. Just hear him out."
"Uh, this is why I never wanted to deal with this crap before. It all seems like such a hassle." she sighed.
"You won't think so after you get your first residual cheque. I think Starfire's got twenty grand in the bank off poster sales alone..." he said.
"Holy crap! Okay, maybe this IS worth the grief." she said, rubbing her brow.
"So, you want to do me over the hood of a car, eh?" she said slyly.
"Hood of a WRECKED car. Don't spoil the fantasy for me." he said.
"How come you're never this naughty when we're alone?" she asked, running a finger along his thigh.
"Wait for it." he grinned.
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"It wasn't my fault!" cried Raven indignantly. Fast approaching the dinner hour, the various Titans were slowly drifting into the kitchen, as Raven and Robin prepared the meal, Cantonese stirfry, with a vegetarian companion dish for Beast Boy and Wonder Girl. Robin stood at the wok looking rather smug as Raven argued her defense for misdeeds unknown.
"Now what?" asked Kid Flash, replacing the juice pitcher to the fridge.
"Raven made Dagget cry." smirked Robin.
"He wasn't crying. He... he just looked like he was going to cry." she whined.
"You shouldn't oughta go and make Daggie cry. He's the lovable little pixie that brings us cheques. Lemme guess, this was about the action figure, right?" smiled Wally.
Stunned, Raven said, "Now, how in the world did you know-"
"Oh, we ALL hate our action figures. They're gruesome. But they sell well, and Dagget has some special fascination with them. Don't worry about it. What was wrong with yours anyway?" asked Wally, flopping on the couch.
"Oh, uh... nothing. It just didn't look right." she mumbled.
"She thought the butt was too big." grinned Robin helpfully.
Kid Flash let out a guffaw, "Oh that IS priceless!"
"Shut up, you guys! It looked horrible." she pouted.
They heard them coming long before there was any sign of them. Like a parade, Beast Boy and Starfire marched into the kitchen triumphantly, he looking as though he'd been shot out of a circus cannon, she jubilant clutching an armload of papers.
"Well, how was it?" asked Cyborg, as he filled the coffee maker.
Beast Boy just gave a weak thumbs up, but Starfire grinned, opened her mouth and...
Accounts vary as to the event, but most agree that it could be likened to speaking in tongues. So excited was Starfire, that she forgot herself at various points in her incoherent narrative, that she lost herself and began speaking in Tamaranian, while at other times, her English slurred together into a sort of phonetic brownian noise. As best as anyone could make out, she had a marvelous time, the children adored her, and each and every one of them insisted on drawing a picture of her, which she now clutched like life support equipment.
"I think it goes without saying that we had a really good time. Hey Angel, why not decide where you want to put all those and I'll help you put them up, okay?" said Beast Boy with a soft smile.
Kissing him on the forehead, she giggled all the way to her room. Sighing, he looked to his friends and smiled, "That was SO what she needed. The kids just loved her to pieces. In fact, the staff asked if we could come back on Wed. night to do a storytime..."
"HEY!" objected Cyborg.
"...Which I informed them that you would also attend. Don't worry Tinman, I got your back." he grinned as he bumped knuckles with Cyborg.
"Gar, could you come here, I cannot make the sticky tape work properly." called Starfire from the hallway.
"Coming Angel" he sighed rising from his chair.
"Gar?!" grinned Robin, eyebrow raised.
"SHE can call me Gar. You monkey's keep it professional." he smiled.
To be Continued...
Writers notes---------------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Heh, who knew Gar was such a smoothie? Next chapter introduces a character I came up with for another project, but decided to use here; Sidewinder.
New stuff still being posted in Harpiebird's outstanding YAHOO group, Bittersweet Hearts.
Also, check out my other Robin/Raven story - LAST BELL. The Titans are in their senior of high school, don't seem to know each other, and are just getting used to their new teacher Mad Mod. Why is it that only Raven and Jinx seem to think anything is wrong with this set-up? And more importantly, how will Terra and Starfire fare in cheerleader tryouts?
Keep readin', keep writin'!
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Next time; Baby Snakes
Part Eleven - Angel, Devils, and Lawyers
by King Cheetah
I don't own any of these characters,
so don't rub it in...
Kinda sorta Robin/Raven pairing; you've been warned....
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Like chess masters, Raven and Robin sat on his bed facing each other, Donna's little present between them, lid open as evidently several of the foil packets attempted to make a break for it. As his hand slowly moved to examine one of the gifts, Ravens hand intercepted it and grasp it, interleaving her fingers with his. He looked up into her face, her eyes filled with hope and promise. "Well, don't you have ANYTHING to say?" she smiled.
Sighing, he said, "Donna's certainly being very Donna-like. Two dozen?"
"She said she'd get us a fresh box on Monday." grinned Raven, squeezing his hand. He chuckled softly, but the smile faded from his face like smoke. Scooping the box up, Raven set it on his night stand and pushed Robin flat back onto his bed. Straddling him, she gyrated her hips to position herself comfortably atop him, then slowly fell forward to lay across him. Hugging him she whispered, "We share the past, but not the present. Why won't you talk to me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked softly. His hands were working in unison, caressing her, the soft material of her shirt seeming to magnify his attentions.
"I mean, I've never been happier in my entire life and yet you seem to be spiraling downward day after day. OBVIOUSLY something's bugging you, but you won't talk to me about it. I mean, I expect a certain amount of stubbornness out of you, it's how you are. But we don't need to start keeping things from each other now." she said, kissing his chest lightly.
He was silent for a time, until finally he asked, "Are... are you really happy? I mean, do you really mean that? You're sure?"
Furious, she pinched his side, "UGH! You're impossible! Of course I'm happy. I've never felt better about myself, and I've never been so in control of myself. What on earth would make you think I'm not happy? Haven't you been paying attention to how I've been the last two weeks? What's bothering you?"
Again the silence, "Your father, Trigon. I'm... I'm just worried you'll stumble and... I'll lose you."
She shimmied up his body to bring her face up to his, "Oh! You idiot, haven't you been listening to me? The war inside me is over and the troops are headed home. My father's just plane outta luck as far as I'm concerned."
"Really?" he asked softly.
"Really! And I've told him as much." She smiled.
Robin arched an eyebrow, "You talk to your father? I mean, like regularly?"
"Well DUH! What the hell good is gloating if you don't actually do it AT someone. Of course I talk to him." she smiled.
Robin was silent again, then running his hands up the back of her shirt, "Did... did he mention me?"
Raven guffawed, "You are SO full of yourself!"
Quicker than thought, Robin bucked and flipped over on top of Raven, Pinning her arms in the process, "If memory serves, you're full of me too."
Breathless, she looked into his eyes and whispered, "Not completely full..."
They both eyed the box on his nightstand simultaneously.
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he leered.
"No, please don't." she grinned.
"Maybe I should do something to REALLY piss off your old man, eh?"
"...maybe you should." she gasped as his mouth closed around hers.
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Laughing, Beast Boy and Starfire stumbled into her room just after midnight. The Dance Dance Revolution battle won, Starfire was ready to claim her prize. Jumping onto her bed, she grinned at Beast Boy as he settled into the orange beanbag chair by her closet.
"Honor is restored, gracious lady. I stand (sorta) ready to accept your conditions of my defeat. You have but to ask of me." he smiled, gesturing broadly.
Giggling, she hugged herself for a time, weighing her options, until finally she made her declaration, "For my boon, I request three truthful queries of you. And you must be totally truthful, just as if Donna was using her lasso. Do you agree?"
"I agree fully, gracious lady. You now have but to ask." he smiled.
"Very well," she said officiously, "Question number one, do you find me desirable?"
Looking thoughtful, he'd actually expected this question, and had already been giving it some thought, "Yes, yes I do." he said, and nothing more.
Waiting a bit, she said, "That is all? Aren't you going to justify your statement?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Will this elaboration be counted as your second question? Or in exchange for this addendum, will I be permitted a question of you?" he grinned slyly.
Hrumphing, she pouted, "Very well, you may have your question. Now, tell please why you find me desirable."
Standing, he cleared his throat and said, "Why do I find desirable? Jeez, the better question would be why WOULDN'T I find you desirable? We'll start with the easy stuff first. You're fun! You're always up for any challenge or new experience, and even when it goes wrong, it never slows you down. You're funny. No matter how rotten my day is, I know that one way or another, you'll say something to put a smile on my face. You're a loyal friend. I can't think of a time you haven't been there for me when I needed you, no matter what for. You're beautiful. Not in a stuck-up way, but REAL beauty that comes from in here, "he said, tapping his sternum. "And on top of that, you make everything around you prettier too. You're sexy. You are a dark and mysterious land that calls to me for exploration, but with dangers and challenges that just add to the excitement. So, yes Starfire Khori'ndr du Tamaran, you are without a doubt the most desirable woman I know. Does this explanation meet with your approval?"
She seemed almost in a daze, but nodded and smiled softly.
"And now, for my query." he stepped forward and took her hands in his, "Starfire, why do YOU find everything I just said so hard to believe, eh?" She seemed to wilt a little at the question. Looking away, she whispered, "I... I just don't see those things in myself."
"Very well, I'll accept that. Your second query?" he smiled, still holding her hands.
It seemed to take her a minute to organize her thoughts. Whatever her intended second question was, it had been set aside in favor of another.
"M-my second query is... w-will you kiss me." she asked haltingly, scratching her knee furiously. She seemed so frail to him now, so fragile. This, the woman he'd once seen inadvertently cut Plasmus in two, now looked barely able to sit upright.
Drawing her to her feet, he slid his hands down her arms, to place them on her hips as he whispered, "Do you want a friendly kiss, or do you want a lover's kiss?"
She was trembling now, "I want the kiss that you want to give me." Her eyes begged him, and placing a finger under her chin, he drew her face up to meet his. Her lips were velvet soft, yet eager and her tongue sought him out quickly. Her hand moved up to cup the back of his head as she fought him to draw the kiss out. Finally separating, her breathing was passioned and heavy, and she drew him down to her for another, and then a third.
Finally stepping back from him, she worked to catch her breath as she chambered her final query, but Beast Boy cut her off, "Let's save the last question until tomorrow, okay? We have a REALLY big day ahead of us and I think we both should rest up." catching her look of disappointment, he quickly added, "Because aside from going to the children's hospital, I was thinking that we might head out to the park for a picnic. Sound good?" Caught off guard by the suggestion, she smiled and nodded. Walking her over to the door, he looked as though he was preparing to leave, but instead leaned back against her wall and pulled her into his arms. Gasping, she found herself once again drowning in his kisses and wrapped her arms around his neck to encourage his attentions. Twenty minutes later, he was headed for his own room and she was in heaven....
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"Raven, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is to finally work with you. This is TRULY a dream come true!" said Dagget Skubbly extending a hand, limp as a sea anemone, and twice as damp.
Accepting the flaccid greeting, Raven smiled, "Um, thanks. Good to be on board. So, when will the swimsuit shoot actually be, anyhow?" Relaxing on the big sofa, Robin draped an arm around her shoulder as Dagget fussed with various mystery articles in his briefcase, "Oh sweets, this is about SO much more than just one swimsuit piece. I'm looking at the total 360 here! Raven inc.! You have a phenomenal fanbase amongst the twelve to twenty-two year old market base in Jump City, and there is almost NO product associated with your image. That is a void that must be filled!" Looking up, he finally noticed them together.
"Oh my! OH MY! What am I seeing here? Are... are you two an item? Oh please say yes..." he squealed.
"If by item, you mean 'love slave', yeah he's mine" smiled Raven.
"Yes mistress." sighed Robin, rolling his eyes.
Dagget was giddy, "Oh you are absolutely WICKED! But I'm seeing such potential here. Heroes and lovers, Birds of a Feather! Ugh, it's writing itself! Okay okay, do you think that you could have some little show of affection after your next big battle? Perhaps a kiss?"
"Or I could just bend Raven over one the wrecked cars and we could go at it right there. I've always wanted- OW!!" yelped Robin as she pinched him.
"Okay, there's that wickedness again! I am SO loving this! Excuse me a minute, I need to run to the little agents room." he grinned and took his leave. Alone, Raven turned to look at Robin.
"Could he BE any gayer?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I dunno, you want me to ask him?" he grinned, "Look, Dagget's a little over the top, but the guy knows his business. Just hear him out."
"Uh, this is why I never wanted to deal with this crap before. It all seems like such a hassle." she sighed.
"You won't think so after you get your first residual cheque. I think Starfire's got twenty grand in the bank off poster sales alone..." he said.
"Holy crap! Okay, maybe this IS worth the grief." she said, rubbing her brow.
"So, you want to do me over the hood of a car, eh?" she said slyly.
"Hood of a WRECKED car. Don't spoil the fantasy for me." he said.
"How come you're never this naughty when we're alone?" she asked, running a finger along his thigh.
"Wait for it." he grinned.
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"It wasn't my fault!" cried Raven indignantly. Fast approaching the dinner hour, the various Titans were slowly drifting into the kitchen, as Raven and Robin prepared the meal, Cantonese stirfry, with a vegetarian companion dish for Beast Boy and Wonder Girl. Robin stood at the wok looking rather smug as Raven argued her defense for misdeeds unknown.
"Now what?" asked Kid Flash, replacing the juice pitcher to the fridge.
"Raven made Dagget cry." smirked Robin.
"He wasn't crying. He... he just looked like he was going to cry." she whined.
"You shouldn't oughta go and make Daggie cry. He's the lovable little pixie that brings us cheques. Lemme guess, this was about the action figure, right?" smiled Wally.
Stunned, Raven said, "Now, how in the world did you know-"
"Oh, we ALL hate our action figures. They're gruesome. But they sell well, and Dagget has some special fascination with them. Don't worry about it. What was wrong with yours anyway?" asked Wally, flopping on the couch.
"Oh, uh... nothing. It just didn't look right." she mumbled.
"She thought the butt was too big." grinned Robin helpfully.
Kid Flash let out a guffaw, "Oh that IS priceless!"
"Shut up, you guys! It looked horrible." she pouted.
They heard them coming long before there was any sign of them. Like a parade, Beast Boy and Starfire marched into the kitchen triumphantly, he looking as though he'd been shot out of a circus cannon, she jubilant clutching an armload of papers.
"Well, how was it?" asked Cyborg, as he filled the coffee maker.
Beast Boy just gave a weak thumbs up, but Starfire grinned, opened her mouth and...
Accounts vary as to the event, but most agree that it could be likened to speaking in tongues. So excited was Starfire, that she forgot herself at various points in her incoherent narrative, that she lost herself and began speaking in Tamaranian, while at other times, her English slurred together into a sort of phonetic brownian noise. As best as anyone could make out, she had a marvelous time, the children adored her, and each and every one of them insisted on drawing a picture of her, which she now clutched like life support equipment.
"I think it goes without saying that we had a really good time. Hey Angel, why not decide where you want to put all those and I'll help you put them up, okay?" said Beast Boy with a soft smile.
Kissing him on the forehead, she giggled all the way to her room. Sighing, he looked to his friends and smiled, "That was SO what she needed. The kids just loved her to pieces. In fact, the staff asked if we could come back on Wed. night to do a storytime..."
"HEY!" objected Cyborg.
"...Which I informed them that you would also attend. Don't worry Tinman, I got your back." he grinned as he bumped knuckles with Cyborg.
"Gar, could you come here, I cannot make the sticky tape work properly." called Starfire from the hallway.
"Coming Angel" he sighed rising from his chair.
"Gar?!" grinned Robin, eyebrow raised.
"SHE can call me Gar. You monkey's keep it professional." he smiled.
To be Continued...
Writers notes---------------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Heh, who knew Gar was such a smoothie? Next chapter introduces a character I came up with for another project, but decided to use here; Sidewinder.
New stuff still being posted in Harpiebird's outstanding YAHOO group, Bittersweet Hearts.
Also, check out my other Robin/Raven story - LAST BELL. The Titans are in their senior of high school, don't seem to know each other, and are just getting used to their new teacher Mad Mod. Why is it that only Raven and Jinx seem to think anything is wrong with this set-up? And more importantly, how will Terra and Starfire fare in cheerleader tryouts?
Keep readin', keep writin'!
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Next time; Baby Snakes