"But what happened?"

Robin smiled his most enigmatic Bat-smile, stalling for time. He couldn't tell his new friends the whole story. Batman wanted to keep Wonder Woman's involvement under wraps, and besides, Wonder Girl was sitting right there. It wouldn't be very cool to let her in on all the dirty little details of how her mentor had been found sexing up a supervillain, how she'd been holding him pinned with his underwear in her teeth, and Batman had realized he'd come to rescue the wrong person.

And he didn't think they would be very impressed that when Batman had taken Wonder Woman for medical treatment on the Watchtower, Robin had, for once, been allowed to come along, leaving a rather confused Batgirl to clean up the mess they left behind. Meeting Superman? Not such a big deal to his cousin or his clone.

Speaking of which, he found himself distracted as Supergirl and Miss Martian walked past the open doorway. He had to wonder—why didn't Batgirl wear a costume like that?

"Hey, red bird. That's my cousin you're looking at."

Robin snapped his gaze back to Superboy with a guilty start. Batman had surprised him, asking Dick to sponsor him for membership in the Teen Titans at the same time Bart and Cassie were joining up. He wasn't going to blow it on his first day, was he?

"Sorry, sorry," he stammered before he realized that Superboy was laughing at him.

"Relax, man. I'm not going to chase you around with a shotgun or anything. That's Pa's job."

To be honest, a mere blast from a shotgun had been the least of his worries, but if the Boy of Steel was going to joke about it, then so could the Boy Wonder.

"Don't worry. Your cousin's honor is safe. I've been in more interesting sandwiches than that." And he brought himself back around to the story that had gotten Superboy, Beast Boy, and Kid Flash clustered around him in the first place.

Maybe he had exaggerated the charms of the Scarecrow's henchgirls a little. They were both nearly old enough to be his mother, and not spectacularly well built, but there was enough there to make a young man's blood run hot. He didn't have to add much to the picture.

He also might have exaggerated the attention they had paid him. At the time, it had been quite enough for him that he had them coming at him from both sides like a couple of cats in heat. Batman had come up from the basement and stopped them before they could do more than knock him down and kiss him once or twice, though.

But his new friends didn't have to know that. His way made the much better story.