Thanks for the reviews and ideas! Kisses!

And I am so sorry that I didn't update in so long! Writers block SUCKS! EGGS!

I did my best to make Kitten seem meaner in this chapter. How'd I do?

Kitten sat on her bed, collecting herself before she began her performance. It was 5:28, and her father came up from the lab in the basement at exactly 5:30 for dinner, cooked by their housekeeper. He would then instruct the housekeeper to bring Kitten to the table, and she would head downstairs.

5:29. Kitten adjusted her pajamas and threw herself on her bed, messing it up and kicking the blankets around. She sniffed a few times, and stomped on the floor, to get used to it.

5:30, and there was the familiar knock on her door.

"WHAT?" she screamed.

"Dinner, Miss Kitten," Laura, the housekeeper said politely.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!"

Laura happily obliged, covering her ears, off to tell Killer Moth.

Kitten smiled happily as she heard her father storming up the stairs.

"Kitten! What do you mean you're not eating?"

Kitten jumped off her bed as the door flung open, and began a stomping sort of pace, while screaming.

"IT'S! NOT! FAIR!" she shrieked, pounding her feet on the floor.

"What's wrong, angel?" asked her father, not mad anymore.

"FANG BROKE UP WITH ME!" Kitten yelled, and proceeded to tell the tale to her dad, quite loudly.

"What can I do for you, darling?" he asked, concerned.

"I NEED A NEW DATE, DADDY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DO?"

"Who can I get? Just name it, and I'll get him for you!"

"I... want... ROBIN!"

Her father blanched. "Robin? Of... Teen Titans?" he spat.

Kitten nodded.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

Time for her secret weapon. She didn't think it would have to come to this, but she took a deep breath, preparing for the finale. "I..." she yelled as loud as she could. "HATE! YOU!"

She threw herself on her bed and covered herself with the blankets until she wasn't visible to her father anymore.

She saw her father leave, and knew he'd gone to call Titans tower. Kitten tossed the covers off, smirking triumphantly.

It was a done deal. They'd called last night, and Daddy had blackmailed them with something or other, but... Robin was her date.

Kitten waltzed into school grinning the next day, sporting pink Juicy Couture sweatpants and a white camisole. A terrycloth headband was in her hair.

Kara, the first obstacle of the day, met Kitten at her locker.

"Oh, hi, Karan! I couldn't wait to tell you the news!" Kitten said, smiling sweetly as she twirled the combination into her lock.

"It's Kara," she said, and rolled her eyes. "Dumb blondes." Karla, backed by a few friends, smirked. "What could possibly be great in your pathetic life? You got a date?"

Kitten nodded, smiling enthusiastically. "Mmmhmm! You'll never guess who."

Kara did her best to look puzzled. "I don't know," she began. "Wait! I know. Your dad?" She tugged on a piece of Kitten's hair playfully.

Kitten shook her head, brushing Kara's hand away. "Robin." She tugged Kara's hair back, harder.

The girl looked surprised, then rolled her eyes. "Wow, now you're even more pathetic! Let me guess. He'll suddenly 'get sick' on prom, and then you'll be dateless. Oh, boo, hoo, poor Kitten!" Kara stepped hard on Kitten's foot, which was especially painful because of Kara's two inch heels.

"I kid you not, Kari! It's totally true," Kitten said.

"Kara," Kara smirked again, twirling a beaded bracelet around on her finger. "Oh, well. We'll see on prom. And," she continued, "at least I've got a real date."

Kitten winked, plucked the bracelet out of Kara's hand, and grinned. "It's fine with me if you go with Fang. If I remember correctly," she said, pausing, as if trying to think of something, "'spiders are gross.'"

Kara glared, unable to think of a comeback. "My bracelet?" she held out her hand.

"Here," Kitten said, and dropped it on the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me get it." She bent down to pick it up, and kicked it across the hallway, where a group of students trampled it.

"Oh, that sucks!" Kitten walked across the hall as if to get it, but stepped on it instead, and ground her chunky clogs into the ground, multicolored beads scattering everywhere.

"I'm so sorry!" Kitten repeated, before picking up her bag off the floor and stalking down the hall, leaving Kara in the hall, staring at the remains of her bracelet.

Classic.

Kara didn't complain to the principal, or any other teacher. Everyone knew Kitten could weasel her way out of anything, and turn it into someone else's fault. Smart girl.

Every time she passed Fang, she'd ignore him completely, or tell the closest person to her, fairly loudly, that "ROBIN IS MY DATE! ISN'T THAT AWESOME?"

She shared the news with her friends later that day, squealing with her, and jumping up and down.

Life was going considerably better.

Sorry so short! I wanted to make it longer, but I couldn't think of anything, and I wanted to have one whole chapter for prom. Also, I think the next chapter might be the last.