First Date

Gotta Get'cha Head in the Game

Author's Note: Hey guys! Wow, it's been forever I'm so so sorry. I've had so much crap to do lately like you would not believe. My Spanish teacher likes to give us 75 vocab words to memorize in a week and my language arts teacher likes to give us a huge ass test filled with stuff she didn't teach us. So. Yeah. Well, sorry kinda had to rant for a minute there, and I hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Estoy muy triste. (See I pay attention in Spanish class) Because I don't own Teen Titans :/

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Beast Boy and Raven stepped out of the portal, hands linked together. They arrived on the beachy area around the tower; the cool breeze blowing through them.

They sat down on the rocks and stared out across the waves. Beast Boy remembers this place with a fondness. He always liked to go here and think; whether it be about Raven, or dealing with Robin, or what he was gonna eat for dinner.

"So...can we check this off as a success?"

Raven looked across the sea as the moonlight shimmered on the water.

The date...well, it was one of the more interesting ones she's had.

Let's see here; first off, they were both late, and then the moped broke down, and then there was that whole thing with Robin, and then Bruce, and Wayne, and Cyborg and waffles...

"Yeah...yeah, we can."

Beast Boy grabbed her hand and smiled.

Today was a good day.

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*Back at IHOP*

The chief of police was currently sitting in a destroyed IHOP, trying to speak with a drunken cybernetic man, who, for some damn reason, wouldn't stop singing.

You can tell how his day had been going.

"Now...sir, please, we just want to know your name. Can you tell us that?"

"SOARIN...FLYIN...THERES NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN THAT WE CANT REACH..."

"Sir, please calm down, we're only trying to-"

"FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER-"

"sIR PLEASE-"

"YOU PUT YOUR LEFT ARM IN YOU PUT YOUR LEFT ARM...UP..?"

Detective Gordon slammed his hands on the table. They had been getting nowhere with the man. What was wrong with him? Even being obviously intoxicated...why an IHOP? Who does that?

"WHAT TEAM?"

"...."

"WILDCATS!"

Apparently this man does.

Anyhow, seeing as they were getting absolutely nowhere, they tried to search the man for a cellphone, so they could find out who he was. Seems simple, doesn't it? Not quite.

"Now sir, please listen; we're just gonna go in your pocket and grab-"

"GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!"

The man jumped up with the speed of Flash and pushed the detective over; running off to the table where the man they had identified as 'Wayne', was currently laying unconscious.

And then picked him up and ran off.

Great.

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Author's Note: Hey, guys. Sorry this was kinda short; had a bit of a harder time with this one. Now, unfortunately, this story is almost over. I'm gonna try and squeeze one or two more chapters out but, I'm not sure. But, don't worry! I have another story on here that's not even halfway done, and another one that is complete. Also, I'm planning a sequel for this!! Yay...?

*cricket noises*

Well, uh, I hope that's exciting for you guys. I was thinking like a second date maybe? Or something later in their relationship? If you guys have any ideas please comment or pm me!! I'd really appreciate and I love hearing your ideas, for real!! So, yeah...thanks for reading! Love you all! (long author's note is super long ugh sorry)

~TwelvePercent