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"Oooh! I feel naked in civvies!" – Sure, KF, saying that won't get your voice edited into a video that just so happens to involve Robin…

Quick A/N: Okay, got some more reviews about the 19 x 13 not being probable and/or logical. Lol, I made it to be comical, not legit. Another reason I decided to make this prior to releasing the end of Election Day is because I had one scene of this fic done (which didn't even make it into the story) where Wally knocks on Robin's door after hearing some commotion, he's scared Robin might have been hurt, opens door to find there's this blonde chic in his room. But I felt that would arouse too many…knitted eyebrows. (Especially with authors like Tiger Lily Flower and Robin's so-called porn) Ya know, innuendos. But I don't roll like that. And so yea, the reason Robin's acting, as a certain reviewer put it, "PMS-y" is because he wants - wanted to keep her a secret, so he got a little defensive and now they know, so he's still a little irritated and I had to end that chapter with something interesting. He really likes her. She's crazy about him. Win/win situation, right? Ha, you'd think.

And I'm really frustrated with this story, and want to start writing "If the Shoe Fits…", a fanfic idea of mine, so I'm going to leave off with this sort-of one-shot that's kind of separate from the rest of the story, but I just have to end this somehow.

Mount Justice

6:00 p.m.

Wally stared at the ceiling and transitioned the hockey-sock from one hand, to the other, then to his knees, legs, then back to his hands.

"How do you do that?" M'gann asked, scooting over closer to watch.

"Practice, m'dear," he smiled.

"Bet you couldn't do it using your super-speed." Artemis cut in, plopping down on the couch next to KF.

"Yeah, I could!" he retorted defensively, his concentration broken for a second, causing the hockey-sock to drop into his lap. Artemis just smiled.

"Fine. Just watch." He picked up the hockey-sock, yet again, and began juggling. Then he began to accelerate it. The red and yellow knitted ball was soon a blur of orange as all of his limbs flailed to keep the hockey-sock going. And he did keep it going, for quite awhile, in fact. But then it became too much for him as he tried to go faster and faster until inevitably, it spiraled out of his control, and landed on the other onyx couch. It landed right where Robin was.

"Hey, Rob, you mind passing that back this way?"

There was no answer.

"Hello? Earth to Robin!"

Still, no answer.

And then he started to notice a sound, almost that of the wind whistling through trees, a soft and breezy tune. And then came the realization that Robin was breathing heavier, his chest puffed out more with each inhale, and eased down with each exhale.

"Is he asleep?" he moved over to the other couch and waved his hands in front of his face.

There was no answer yet again.

"You know…" grinned Wally, "This is a perfect opportunity we find ourselves faced with today."

"What do you mean?" the two girls inquired in unity.

"I mean we take off the sunglasses."

Wally made a move to snatch them off of his face, but M'gann caught his hand.

"It's wrong."

"He won't ever find out."

"But it's a violation of privacy!" she stared at him morosely.

"It's not a big deal. It's just his eye color. It's not like I'm finding out his secret identify."

"He wouldn't want you too."

"What does he know? He's just a little thirteen-year-old kid who taunts his teammates with confidentiality."

"Batman said he couldn't tell us; he's not taunting. He's following orders."
"Well, Batman's not here right now."

He reached and took the sunglasses off of Robin's face. And that's when he realized his mistake.

"He's a sleep!"

"No duh, Sherlock." Artemis rolled her eyes.

"No, I mean his eyes are closed."

"We really should've thought that one through." M'gann scratched the back of her neck.

"Yeah, I got myself all worked up for nothing." He shrugged, then went back to hockey-socking.

AN:

Wasn't that special? Show of hands, who thought they were going to take off the sunglasses and get to see Robin's eyes? Lol, I was talking to a friend of mine and I suggested they just take of the sunglasses when he's asleep, but that didn't go over too well, as you can see. Time to work on "If the Shoe Fits…" and my adaptation of "And Then There Were None." I'm not going to put up either of these stories until they're done, so I might be missing for a little while. Well, until next time, TTFN!