Author’s Note: *sniffle* It’s coming to an end! And this was REAL fun to write too! Thank you VERY much to all of you that responded to this story, you’re the only reason I felt compelled to continue it! I’ve had such a positive response, and on ff.net this has been my most successful story.

Needless to say, I hope this final part lives up to expectations of the readers!

Special thanks to my beta readers!

Annnnd… I know this one won’t make much SENSE… But, you know what? It gives me something to DO!! Annnd… Well, I may write a fifth part just to tie it all together, depending on response to this part.

Legalities: PLEASE tell me you know this already!!

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Why is it always the last guy to show up that solves all the issues the quickest?

Circle of Friends

Part 4: Finale

By: Carmen Wayne

Things seemed to be going in circles. No idea was the solving idea, and Batman and Superman weren’t helping at all. Robin and Wonder Girl and their over active emotions were preoccupying everyone as well. Well, until a third… forth… fifth? Another party entered to put them back on track.

“So… wait a minute,” the newcomer said. “It went from Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres to Akana mukav tut le Devlesa. Zhan le Devlesa tai sastimasa.”

“That’s not Latin—“ Cissie Jones said.

“Or Roman!” Wonder Girl interrupted.

The newcomer to the madness, Nightwing, looked at them and smirked. He felt this whole situation was a little TOO funny for words, and wanted to actually bust into mad laughter, but refrained, only because he didn’t want to be hurt by the lot of them.

“VERY good,” he over emphasized, getting his humor out through sarcasm. “That’s actually Romany.”

“What’sthat?!” Impulse asked, zipping around him. “IsthatlikeRomanbecauseIthoughtthattheysaiditisn’tRomanorLatinorevenFRENCH,butFrenchwouldn’tbecoolanywaybecausethosepeoplearedirty!”

Used to speedsters personally, Nightwing let Impulse ramble, and then just spoke like Impulse was in one place.

“I like the French for one… And Romany is the language of gypsies. Akana mukav tut le Devlesa means ‘I now leave you to God.’ Zhan le Devlesa tai sastimasa means ‘Go with God and in good health.’”

“That sounds like some sort of farewell,” Superboy said.

“I don’t get it though,” Wonder Woman said. “First it was ‘All of Gaul is divided into three parts’ and then THAT? What does it mean?”

Robin started snickering.

“I know which word is God! Devlesa!”

“Close, Robin,” Nightwing said. “It’s actually Devel.” He looked to Wonder Woman. “Sometimes when something wants to point something else out, it does something extreme for attention and then decides to rectify it. ‘All of Gaul is divided into three parts’ is probably the clue.”

“…Or a distraction,” Superboy said softly.

Nightwing looked at him, curious.

“What?”

Superboy looked at him.

“Don’t you see it? Why wasn’t Wonder Woman effected? Because she’s an in-between to Batman and Superman. She understands and respects them both. Batman and Superman may respect each other, but we all know there’s no way in hell they could understand one another. And then there’s us. Robin, Wonder Girl and I wouldn’t be able to understand each other if we spelled everything out to one another. But it’s like… now we can almost understand how each of us feel. And even if things go back to the way it was before, at least a little teenie-tiny part of us deep inside will remember what it was like to BE the other person, be it in personality or power.”

The group wasn’t sure whether to be proud of him for that or shell-shocked. The only one really able to react after a moment was Nightwing. He reached over and grabbed Superboy and mushed his cheeks together, AFTER getting over the shock.

“Kid, that has got to be the SMARTEST damn thing you’ve ever said!”

“It is?” Superboy asked through puffed lips.

“Yes! The ball wanted the three parts of the greatest team-ups in superhero history to simply understand, and now it’s WILLING to let you go!”

“Awwwww!” Wonder Girl whined. “Can’t we have at least another hour like this?! I like being non-meta and STILL able to kick ass!”

Robin purred at her, grinning.

“You can kick MY ass any day, blondie.”

Wonder Girl grinned right back and him and slunk over, movements reflecting her flirtatiousness.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oooh yeah…”

Wonder Woman grabbed the two and held them a part. Being the opportunist he was trained to be originally, Robin looked over and STARED at Wonder Woman’s upper torso, fascinated. Wonder Woman took no notice, for she was looking at Nightwing.

“Nightwing?” she asked.

“Yes, Diana?” he asked.

“How long do you think we have to put up with this?”

“I don’t have a clue,” Nightwing said, watching Superman smack Robin upside the head for staring at Wonder Woman’s chest.

“All I know is,” Superboy said in response to all of that, “I hope it’s before Slo-Bo shows up.”

“Slo-Bo?” Batman asked from where he was standing behind Nightwing.

Nightwing shuddered at the actual KINDNESS that rang from his voice. ‘That’s not my Bruce…’

“Who’s Slo-Bo?” Wonder Woman asked.

As if on cue, the doors across the way crashed open, knocking plaster off the walls they hit, and the teenaged form of Lobo walked in, twirling a chain.

“Okay, what fraggin’ wise-ass genius put my ride outside?!” he yelled.

“Ohohohoh!” Wonder Girl said excitedly, pointing at the chain he was carrying. “Bondage!!”

Slo-Bo blinked at that, then looked at Robin.

“Was it YOU, you FRAG?!”

“You know…” Robin said, thinking about that. “I’ve been called many times in many ways something CLOSE to that, but I’ve never been called a ‘frag’. I think Wonder Girl and I must celebrate.”

He pulled free from Wonder Woman and slid over, licking Wonder Girl’s cheek, who giggled madly and hopped around. Robin gagged and scratched his tongue with gloved fingers.

“Aaack—foundation!”

Nightwing was ready to pull his own hair out. He looked to Slo-Bo.

“You’re tough, right?”

“I’m da toughest fraggin’ bastich in the galaxy, ‘wingie,” he growled.

“Wanna prove it?”

“You CHALLENGIN’ me?”

Nightwing pointed around.

“I want everyone sitting down and listening to me in five minutes.”

Slo-Bo looked around and grinned wide.

“Gimme two.”

**

As promised, Slo-Bo got things in order. Though the way unmentionable, the result ended up with Wonder Girl and Robin chained to two chairs with their backs against one another. Slo-Bo stood nearby, grinning.

“I’m better than you are,” he said to Robin.

“I spit on your greatness!” Robin retaliated in a German accent.

“Children, please!” Nightwing said. “I have ONE word for the lot of you.”

“And what’s that, Nightwing?” Flash asked.

Nightwing smiled to his old friend, feeling like he was the only one he could relate too at this point.

“Tachiben.”

“Whaaat?” Wonder Girl asked.

“Tachiben,” Nightwing repeated. “It’s the Romany word for truth. I think it’s time that you tell your truths about what you’ve learned—“

“I’ve learned it’s about eight inches long!” Robin announced.

Wonder Girl screamed with laughter at that. Wonder Woman felt herself blush and cover her face. Superman slapped him upside the head once more. Nightwing stared at him, blinking, and then retaliated:

“You WISH, fuzzball.”

“Balls,” Robin corrected.

Wonder Girl, in tears, laughed harder.

“That’s SOOOO wrong!!” she screamed, finding it dreadfully halarious.

“Slo-BO!!!” Nightwing yelled.

“I’ll shut the frags up…”

While the teenage psychopath went to handle Robin and Wonder Girl, Nightwing turned to Superman and Batman.

“Well? What tachiben have you learned in this switch of personality?” he asked.

Batman sighed a bit, faintly annoyed but willing to try.

“He’s a boy scout by natural demeanor.”

“TransLATION?” Cissie asked from where she sat off a bit, arms crossed.

Batman looked at her.

“His demeanor, his natural mood, is light by nature… He doesn’t want to hurt someone just for the sake of hurting them. They have to do something serious to get hurt. He’s… really how he SEEMS.”

“Oh.”

Nightwing looked to Superman.

“And YOU?”

Superman just grunted and looked away.

“Okay then… When Slo-Bo’s done being a drill sergeant, then we’ll continue with the kids—“

“Dun insult me, ‘wingie,” Slo-Bo snarled. “I’mma fraggin’ fragger that brings fraggin’ hell on every fragger that comes my frag-damn WAY! Got it?”

Nightwing rubbed his face, noting mentally that the alien made absolutely NO sense whatsoever.

“Yes, Fraggette.”

“WATCH it!”

**

Robin made his chair spin in slow circles within the room he was isolated in. Superman and Slo-Bo stood guard as Nightwing sat in a chair across from him.

“Robin.”

“Yesssss?”

He turned and stopped to face Nightwing, smiling. Nightwing felt a migraine coming on. A large migraine that could put him into a coma… with any luck.

“Can you be SERIOUS for a moment?” he asked.

“I can tryyyyy!”

“Do you know who you are?”

“Robin!”

“Beyond Robin.”

“Timmy Drake! Heheheh…”

He continued to spin in his chair, and his older friend let out a sigh. This wasn’t going to work, Nightwing realized. Not unless he could sober the kid up. The only way he could think of was unethical yet effective.

“Tim, do you remember your mother?”

Robin slowly stopped spinning and came to look at Nightwing, his face almost reflecting an “Et tu, Nightwing?” look, like Nightwing betrayed him in some form or fashion.

“Of course I remember her,” Robin said, voice almost reflecting his normal self. “Why do you ask?”

“What do you think she’d say about how you’re behaving?” Nightwing asked, breathing an internal sigh of relief that he got the boy to settle down. “Do you think she’d approve of your groping girls and cussing and being unruly like this?”

“…she’s dead…”

“Doesn’t mean she’s not still watching you.”

“……”

“Well?”

“What do you want from me?”

“Being in the… sort of mental state of Wonder Girl… very… loosely… what do you think you’ve learned about her?”

Robin watched him a long moment, not responding for a time. He swiveled in the chair silently, and then did one slow spin. Once the chair stopped so he was facing Nightwing once more.

“She wants to have fun, I think… Wants to act on impulses that are her, ah, ‘inner self’, I guess… But people like you and my… normal self, I guess, don’t let her…” Not being his normal literate and coherent self, it was hard for him to explain. “She has a lotta things she wants to say and do, I guess. We should, ah, let her express herself more… that and she… wants to be respected for who she is in mind, not body, but people like… how I’m acting and… Superboy in his normal state objectifies her. I guess she wants to have the same respect the JLA has for Wonder Woman, or that the Titans have for Troia.”

“See…? That wasn’t so hard,” Nightwing said. “Was it?”

“I guess not.”

Meanwhile… Slo-Bo was inched closer to Superman, whispering to him with a devious smile across his face.

“New personality opens new doors, y’know… Y’could frag people an’ take names now… Nobody would be callin’ YOU a friggin’ boy scout no more… Screw Bats, keep the personality fer yerself.”

Superman slowly looked down to him, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. His deep blue eyes transformed into a sizzling red; the signaling pre-light to him launching his laser vision at a target.

“Back away before I blast your eyes out, maggot.”

Slo-Bo grinned madly.

“Aw, hell yes!”

**

“What’re you WATCHING?!” Nightwing exclaimed.

Wonder Girl looked at him and smiled cute.

“Morgan Sex Project 5!”

Nightwing looked at the television on which a crude display of true porno covered the big plasma screen.

“Are they—?”

“Yep.”

“What is—?”

“Not sure. All I know is she must have done that a TRILLION times before for it not to hurt.”

“Oh gawd? Turn that off!”

“Did you know typically they pay women more to be back-doored then anything?”

“How do YOU know that?”

“I’ve explored my options of future careers,” she stated rather matter-of-factly, grinning all the way.

Disgusted, Nightwing walked around and ripped the plug in the wall out and looked at her. That was more than enough reason for him to just want to strangle the girl, in all honesty. Such behavior he expected from males, namely Superboy, but not the normally adorable teenage girl before him.

“Can we please talk?!”

“About porno?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Cassandra—“

“Lalalalalalalaaaaaaa!” Wonder Girl screamed, plugging her ears.

Nightwing turned towards the door, getting exasperated.

“SLO-BO!!!!!!”

Wonder Girl stopped her ‘la’ing and watched him.

“YOU could be in a porno. Yummy.”

Nightwing blinked at that… and then grinned.

“Yeah, I know.”

Slo-Bo hopped in, utterly enjoying the demand of his services. Even though it didn’t entail fragging anyone, it was still a pretty damn sweet deal. Immediately knowing what to do, he grabbed Wonder Girl’s arms and held them above her head. Nightwing sat down on the coffee table in front of her.

“You carry the personality of Kon-El, Cassie. What do you think you’ve learned, in all honesty, about him?” he asked, feeling like he was an actor playing a psychiatrist in a B-movie.

“He’s a pervert!” she announced before sniffling. “I want sex…”

“Cassie.”

Wonder Girl sighed, insta-bored. She decided the only way to get him off her back so she could go back to watching her porn was to satisfy him with a good answer.

“He’s LONELY. No one understands him, so he tries ta substitute the loneliness with jokes and lotsa whoopee. But maybe if he wasn’t such an immature arse we’d listen to him more! He’s a sweet guy, but he’s just *too* immature! As fun as it is, it’s annoying!” She thought a minute, and then nodded, “Oh yeah! And I think he REALLY wants parents!”

Nightwing inhaled.

“Good girl.”

He patted her face annoyingly, stood and headed away once more. ‘Off to talk to Bruce…’

Slo-Bo held Wonder Girl’s arms still, watching Nightwing walk out of the room. The minute the doors shut, Slo-Bo dropped her arms and leaned over the couch.

“Y’know what Rob said about you?” he said with a sadistic smile.

“Ewwwww, your breath smells like poooooop!” Wonder Girl shrieked, trying to push him away.

Slo-Bo ignored her, tugging on one of her ponytails.

“He said……”

**

Robin was hopping around the room with a cordless phone. He was dialing random numbers and making prank calls. Cissie watched, humored.

“You know they could star-sixty nine you…”

“Sixty four.”

“Nine.”

“Four.”

“Ni—“

“*ROBIN*!!!!”

“Huh?!”

Robin craned his neck to the doors of the room as they were thrust open by a very torked Wonder Girl. Pig tails bouncing, fists swinging at her sides, she stalked towards him with a walk he only saw Harley Quinn use a few times. She walked over and immediately decked Robin across the face. Robin reacted quickly and turned his head with the punch. He wasn’t going to let her break her fist, no matter the reason.

“Wha--?!”

“You really think ALLLL that about me, punk?!”

“Think what?!”

“I’ll teach you what I can REALLY do!!!!”

“Hunh—ack!”

**

Impulse giggled at the destruction that covered the room Robin and Wonder Girl had been fighting in. Nightwing looked at Wonder Woman and Flash.

“This is scary. If Wonder Girl did all THIS with Robin’s skill in a blind fury, I’d hate to see Robin get angry with them in his own clear mind…”

Wonder Woman grinned darkly.

“She makes a true Amazon no matter her condition.”

“My god…” Flash said, stunned. And then he mused, “I wonder what made her mad…”

Wonder Girl stalked in through a hole in the outer wall and looked at the three, despite the fact that her body was smoldering.

“I. Hate. MEN! I should just go LESBIAN!” she announced. “Where’s Cissie?!”

She ran off, right past them, leaving them to watch her back before she disappeared. After a moment, Flash looked at Wonder Woman and Nightwing.

“Heheh… lesbians are sweet.”

**

Batman sat on top of the hotel HQ, alone, watching the sun as it began to rise slowly to the east. When Nightwing slowly pulled onto the roof from the small ladder-well in the kitchen to the roof, Batman felt him and slowly turned to watch him. Nightwing smiled a bit and slid onto the edge of the building to sit by him.

“I see your skills haven’t been effected any, Bruce…”

“Fortunately it didn’t seem to power shift Superman and I like it did the little ones. By the way… any luck?”

“I’ve gotten the truths out of Wonder Girl and Robin… Superboy shouldn’t be an issue, considering he’s as clear of mind as Robin… Superman will be a problem… But I’m hoping you won’t be…”

“Superman’s a pussy,” Batman blurted quietly.

Nightwing blinked, eyes wide at that phrase.

“What?”

“A red, white and blue pussy…”

Nightwing covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing, or even smiling.

“That’s not fair…”

“And now I’m a pussy too because of his personality.”

“Heh, Bruce, that’s NOT—“

“I don’t even have the need to BE Batman now. I feel like all I do is run around… beating the crap out of people who in the end WON’T learn, won’t turn their lives around… My purpose is… redundant.”

“Now you’re talking CRAZY, Bruce…”

Batman sighed, and then looked at Nightwing at a sidewards glance.

“Do you know how proud I am of you, Dick?” he asked. Nightwing’s appalled face made him smile a bit. “When this thing reverses, I won’t be able to tell you… But know that I AM *very* proud of you… There’s a phrase in your language I learned a long time ago, to show you a moral that I wanted you to learn about me… but unfortunately… I haven’t really been true to it. Though, you have for me…”

“And what’s that?” Nightwing asked softly.

“Kon del tut o nai sai dela tut wi o vast,” Batman whispered carefully, looking down, hoping he said the words right.

Nightwing smiled a bit at that.

“He who willingly gives you one finger will also give you the whole hand…” Nightwing mused a moment and then patted Batman’s shoulder. “You’ve done everything a man could do for someone like me. You gave me a home, you showed me there was a way to utilize all… the ANGER from my childhood in a constructive manner… We do accomplish something, Bruce… Ov yilo isi. It’s okay. I’m proud to have you as a father, blood or not…”

**

“Seriously, Cissie!” Wonder Girl said as she rolled the metal orb in her hands like a basketball.

“I am SO not going lesbian!” Cissie said, pacing.

“We ALL know you are! It’d be fun! We could make lesbo-porn!”

Cissie spun to her, annoyed out of her mind.

“What is it with you and porno?! I cannot WAIT for that orb to switch you—“ she watched Robin sprint by in a tutu, “—back…”

“Wooo!!” Wonder Girl watched Robin skip and twirl around and grinned, instantly forgetting all her foolish anger towards him. She dropped the orb onto the floor and ran for him. “C’mon!! Lets go fill the pool with Jell-O and cannon ball in wearing Teletubbie bikinis with rabbit ears!”

“OKAY!”

Cissie watched the orb thunk to the floor hard, with a slight metal spring. She expected it to start rolling, but to her amazement it stayed in one place. Brow furrowed, Cissie went over to pick it up. The moment her hands got within five inches of it, it began to hum and slowly separate into slices, connected by a blue glowing rod inside. The light brightened a bit more, and then began to palpitate as words began to softly drone out from it to her.

“Cissie King-Jones…”

Cissie blinked. Her blue eyes looked one way, and then the other. No one was around to see this. No one was going to believe her. They were going to think her crazy. ‘Why me…? Why is it ALWAYS me…?’

“Wh…What…?” she asked aloud, apprehensive.

“It is time for what has been done to be undone. Do you suppose they have learned the lesson that this should have taught?”

“I… I’m not sure… what… was the lesson?”

“Understanding.”

“I… think they’ve understood each other, yes… But I think they understood beforehand… I don’t understand, why did you do this?”

“We take those who do not understand and make them. We are culture. We are the combination of ancient and present believes, thoughts, customs and languages. Long ago, we brought about understanding to countries and to kingdoms. To the most influential of men and women and races…”

Cissie found this oddly intriguing and slid down onto her knees by it.

“So… why did you target Wonder Girl, Robin, Superboy, Superman and Batman? And why not Wonder Woman?”

“Ever so important to the world, they are. They create new lives and save old ones. The Amazon Princess contains a keen sense of self and others. She understands people she meets with the spirit of truth that runs through her veins. You needn’t even speak and she will know. The others, however, work inefficiently for they are too competitive, or not understanding to each others methods, and therefore mistakes are made. This way, they can. As well as say and do things they have wished but never could.”

“Are… you going to reverse this?”

“The reversal is beginning… now.”

**

Superboy was standing next to Wonder Girl as she and Robin gleefully dumped, one after the other, Jell-O packet mixes into the pool outback. He shook his head, and was about to say something, when all three began disoriented from a flash that seemed to project into their eyes, but in fact came FROM their eyes. Robin staggered back, tutu and all, into a nearby pool-side table. Superboy stumbled a little and held is head and Wonder Girl rubber her eyes.

“Owie… what WAS that?” Wonder Girl asked, groaning.

Superboy grunted in response as he slowly opened his eyes. As they came into focus, he had his vision pointed in the direction of Wonder Girl’s lower half.

“I dunno… but…” He swung his hand out, down, around and right onto her butt with a loud slapping sound. “You look GOOD in those pants, Wondy!”

Wonder Girl gasped and jerked from the butt-slap, then spun and slapped him.

“You pervert!!”

“Ha-ha!”

“Guys…” Robin said as he rubbed his head. “Grow UP…”

Superboy smirked at that and looked at the pool.

“OOH! JELL-O POOL!”

**

Slo-Bo had been continuing his work with Superman, on a mad mission to make him see things HIS way.

“And then you could BOIL Luthor’s brains with your LASER vision… heheheh… boiled brains taste GOOD. Barbequed ones taste better, though.”

Superman winced and rubbed his eyes as Slo-Bo continued to talk and snicker. After a moment, he reached over and covered Slo-Bo’s mouth.

“Lobo, PLEASE, stop?” he asked, his demeanor and tone of voice back to normal.

Slo-Bo frowned, and then growled.

“Fraggin’ WUSS!!”

**

Nightwing was enjoying the time he was spending with a much more sociable Batman. It was the easiest time he had talking to him since he was a child. But when Batman closed his eyes and said, in a dark mutter, “It’s finished.” Nightwing felt something sink inside of him. It would be the last time he’d be able to talk to Batman like that every again.

Batman rose to his feet and merely walked away from the roof, to the ladder well and dropped out of sight, leaving Nightwing alone without even saying goodbye. Nightwing frowned and rubbed his arm. At least he could have said goodbye…

And that’s when a thought hit him, and a slow smile spread across his face…

**

Cissie showed the orb to Wonder Woman, now that it had shrunk down to about the size of a tennis ball.

“…and THEN it instructed ME to go give it to some museum or something.”

“I can take it to Cassie’s mother, if you’d like,” Wonder Woman offered, barely heeding the fact that Batman had slid in through the shadows and Nightwing was walking calmly after him. “I’m in the same city.”

“Nah, I’ve got a better place to take it,” Cissie said with a smile. “There’s a new girl at my school, and her father owns a PRIVATE museum. He’s a good guy, I figure it’ll be safer there than at a public one.”

“Good thoughts…”

“Hey, Princess?” Nightwing asked. He came to a stop by her and smiled a bit. “A word with you a moment?”

Wonder Woman turned to him and nodded. Cissie immediately backed off and hurried away to make some calls.

“Of course, Nightwing. What is it?”

He gently took hold of her arm and turned her to see Batman, who was standing in the shadows, gazing out a window at the pool area. There, Robin frantically tried to filter the Jell-O out of the pool while Wonder Girl beat on Superboy and cursed him for his perverted personality. Superboy merely took it in grins, and said something (so Batman lip-read) about her and a banana, and immediately was taken to the ground and pummeled by the little Amazon. Batman knew if he could smile, he would. But he was himself again and… smiling was not an option anymore.

“See that dashing Dark Knight right there?” he asked with a grin.

“Yes, what about Batman?” Wonder Woman asked innocently.

“Well, he’ll never admit this… but he, like, TOTALLY digs you. SERIOUSLY. He wants to suck some Amazon face.”

Wonder Woman stared at Nightwing a moment, and let a very faint grin pass on her lips.

“Shut up.”

“It’s so true. He undresses you with his eyes ALL the time…”

Wonder Woman looked at Batman again. Part of her was rather surprised, the other part sadly admitting that she often did the same thing. He IS Bruce Wayne after all…

“Well, what am *I* supposed to do about it?” Wonder Woman asked.

“I dunno, that’s up to you. Just thought you’d like to know!”

He patted her back and headed away. Wonder Woman grinned a bit, watching Batman and then turned on her heel and walked off.

****

The next day, Cassie Sandsmark could be found sitting outside, in her home’s backyard, doing homework at a lawn table. Surely and slowly, she was getting the work done. It was simple, but long. Very, very, tediously long. So long that when a voice said, “Actually… it was Washington that said that…” that she became very relieved.

“Thanks, Robin.”

Robin sat next to her, sitting up on the table so he could face her at least partially. He inhaled and let her finish correcting the wrongs she had written and until their eyes connected.

“I’m sorry, Cassie…”

“What for?”

“For… treating you less than you are… for groping you… you know… the dumbass things.”

Cassie smirked a bit and shrugged.

“It’s okay… It’s nice to be groped every once in a while.”

Robin chuckled and shook his head.

“Except for Superboy, right?”

“Kon slapped my butt, I STILL have a mark there.”

“I think KON still has marks from that whuppin’ you gave him.”

“Yeah, he deserved it.”

“Well, I DON’T think he deserved getting poked in the eyes.”

“Yeah he did.”

“I know… but with bananas?”

“He suggested I poke a banana in something on MY body. I decided to show him what it felt like!”

“But in the EYES?”

“Yep. So… is this the only reason you’re here?”

“Well… that and Bart’s going to see how many times he can slam into a brick wall at various speeds before he either breaks something or breaks IT. Thought you’d like to come with us. We’re going to Wal-Mart to get popcorn, drinks, and heavy First-Aid equipment… so… wanna come?”

“Can we put bunny ears on him?”

“Actually, that’s been discussed.” He smiled a bit, thinking about something, deciding the change of subject would be alright. “Hey Cass?”

“Yes, Rob?”

“If it means anything… you’re a GREAT kisser.”

Cassie grinned and blushed at that, looking away. Once she managed to regain herself, she looked at him.

“Thanks… but part of me wants to say you practically kissed SUPERBOY and not me, if you think about it.”

Robin sat there, staring at her as he thought about that, and then crinkled up his nose in disgust.

“That’s SO wrong.”

“Heheheh… Wuss. Real men kiss men.”

Robin laughed a bit like, “Yeah. Right.” Patted her head and hopped to the ground.

“C’mon, want to see Imp turn into Impy-putty?”

“Heh, sure… why not? Kon gonna be there?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Good, because I’m going to buy bananas to traumatize his butt with.”

“I hope you don’t mean that literally, Cassie.”

“Maybe I do, Robin. Or maybe I don’t… but more than likely I DO.”

The…Possible End!