Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.

Edit 2007: My first fanfic…ah, the memories.

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Murphy's law states that if anything can go wrong, it will.

Handcuffed to a wooden electrical pole on the roof of a Jump high-rise, exhausted, trapped, and slightly traumatized, Robin couldn't help but feel that Murphy was something of an optimist.

I'm not going to say that this can't possibly get any worse, thought Robin, because then it'll obviously start to—

It began to drizzle.

OK, yeah.

The rain plastered his hair over his mask and seeped through his tattered uniform to chill his skin. And then things started to go downhill.

"Kid?"

Robin whipped his head around so fast he gave himself whiplash. Completely unnecessary; he couldn't see and didn't really need to.

"Huh," said Red X, and then there was silence.

OK. He really needed to say something authoritative, like get me the hell out of these handcuffs and maybe I'll knock off some of the misdemeanor charges.

"So…" said Red, dragging the word out.

"Yeah," said Robin, and hoped he wasn't turning red.

His less hindered senses informed him that Red was circling. Red tapped a couple times on the handcuffs while Robin's fingers twitched threateningly. "Kinky."

"You—"

"May I ask what you're doing up here?" Red said sweetly, ignoring this.

"Oh, nothing much," said Robin acridly. "Never mind that I have a city to defend from psychotic villains, friends who are probably wondering where I am, and a keen desire to put on a shirt that hasn't been shredded to pieces…"

Red vented a long-suffering sigh. "Y'know, a vacation might be just what you need." He turned.

"Wait!" Robin called out before he could stop himself. Red X turned back with exaggerated deliberation. "Look, I've—I've been here for hours. They took my lock picks and I'm still really weak from whatever it was they put in my Gatorade."

"They? Who's 'they?'"

Robin mumbled something.

"What was that, kid?" He took a step closer.

Robin's face was bright red. "Fangirls."

Red stared. Thunder cracked a couple times.

And then Red X started to laugh so hard that he almost toppled over.

"Stop it."

Laughter.

"It's not funny."

Gales of laughter.

"Red."

"Fangirls!"

Robin gave it up as a lost cause. Red X, however, didn't know when to quit. "Kid, only you would be assaulted by a flock of fangirls. Hero Boy's adoring fans! Each determined to be the one to claim his virginity!"

"You obnoxious little parasite! When I get out of here, I'm going to—" He struggled fruitlessly for a few minutes while Red X watched before giving up and slumping again. "You're going to be in big trouble," he said halfheartedly.

"Really?" Red crouched down in front of him and leaned forward until Robin was pressing his back into the pole. "Well, if I'm already in trouble…what have I got to lose?"

The mask slipped upwards a little bit, and Robin's day took a turn for the better.