I'm SO SORRY for the long wait; I only hope this chapter's worth it.

At risk of sounding egotistical, I really liked the way the songs in this chapter mixed together, so I made a playlist of them. If anyone would like to get this playlist (they're all amazing songs), I'd be happy to send it to you. Just be sure to tell me in your review and leave me a way to contact you. I might even throw in a bonus song by one of the artists (Megan McCauley) because even though it didn't make the cut for this chapter, it's still a fabulous song.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or any of the following songs (in the order that they appear): "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off" by Panic! At the Disco, "Under Pressure" by Queen, "The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World, "I Think I'm Paranoid" by Garbage, "London Bridge" by Fergie, "It's Not The Fall That Hurts" by The Caesars, "Chaos" by Mute Math, "Tap That" by Megan McCauley, "Here It Goes Again" by OK Go, "Wind It Up" by Gwen Stefani, and finally "Disease" by Matchbox 20. Yeah, lotsa music this time around.

Dedication: To all the artists whose songs I used. I love ALL of you. Except…well, I'm really not such a huge fan of Panic! At the Disco, but the lyrics were SO PERFECT to open up the fic that I really couldn't resist.


I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Rose Canton was not happy.

She should've been, there was no doubt about that. After just one week of operation in Jump City, her club Sinner Circle had made triple the amount of its leading competitors in the area, not to mention a considerable amount more than the original Circle she's established in Gotham. But right now, none of that seemed to matter.

One of the many monitors that paneled an entire wall of the control room from floor to ceiling flickered ever so slightly, and the club owner leaned over to inspect it with narrowed, calculating eyes.

"Jack!" She barked, shooting a vicious glare over her shoulder.

"Yeah?" Rose's head of security trotted obediently to her side, careful to avoid eye contact with his employer. She was using The Voice, and The Voice was generally accompanied by The Look. One on its own was intimidating enough. A combination of both could probably kill him.

"Do you see this?" Rose swung her chair to the side so that she was facing Jack, but her finger remained on the screen.

"I…guess?" Colored lights and silhouettes of club goers danced merrily on the screen.

"What exactly do you see?"

"Um, people. Dancing people," Jack decided, shrugging. "So what? It's a club, Miss Canton-"

"Not that, you idiot. The flickering on the monitor. What's hindering my feed?"

"Aah, I see," the head of security couldn't actually see any flickering for what his life was worth, but he played along for the sake of his job. Because when Rose Canton saw flickering, there was flickering, even if it was invisible to everyone except her. She had seven fired heads of security to prove it. "It's probably just a loose wire or something. Maybe interference from another camera." Jack shrugged but continued staring doggedly at the screen, knowing that he was still at risk of The Look.

"I suggest you find that loose wire or interfering camera and fix it, Jack. Now," Rose Canton was indeed glaring, however this time Jack decided to risk untimely death by The Look to display an expression of utter disbelief.

"Find the loose wire or interfering camera?"

"Do you require a hearing aid?" His employer's laser beam stare had seemingly gotten more vicious since the last time he'd made the mistake of establishing eye contact, during the first hour of the first day of his employment. Whoever said a steady, focused gaze when your boss spoke to you was the key to success in the business world had obviously never met Rose Canton.

"Miss Canton, you have over one hundred and fifty ridiculously well hidden cameras covering every inch of this club, all of which are approximately the size of my thumbnail. Each of these cameras have about three hundred wires that you've had rerouted ten times then connected to the monitors. You have tighter surveillance for this club than the CIA would for an undercover base in mother freakin' Iraq. You can't honestly be asking me to locate the source of a tiny bit of interference that hardly hinders your view, especially during our busiest time of night. A view, I might add, that you get from five or six other cameras at different angles."

Please don't fire me, please don't fire me, please don't fire me, please don't-

"Jack?"

"Yes Miss Canton?" He'd opted to avert his gaze again. The head of security could've sworn that his employer had burned a twin set of holes straight through his eyes and into his brain during the entire seventy four seconds he'd been staring directly at her.

He'd been counting.

"Do you enjoy the one hundred and seventy five thousand dollars a year that I pay you to keep my club security tighter than a CIA base in mother freakin' Iraq?"

Jack swallowed hard. He could practically feel the flesh on his face sizzling. "Yeah, I do."

"How much do you like it?" Rose's left index finger was tracing invisible patterns into the arm of her chair, but her gaze never wavered.

"Um…" Jack thought about his upscale apartment and the brand new BMW he'd only leased a week ago. "A lot." He really needed to figure out how to pull off that whole smoldering look thing. Maybe it would work on his subordinates.

"Then I'd suggest you start looking through those many, many wires and cameras. It's what I pay you for."

Jack left without another word, but not before checking his dim reflection in the supposedly flickering screen's surface. No need for skin grafts, as far as he could tell, although he'd be sure to seek proper medical attention the following morning. If looks could kill, Rose would be the last surviving person on the planet. But Jack knew full well that he'd never quit his job, and that he'd jump through the flaming hoops of hell's circus to keep it for as long as he possibly could.

After all, he really did like that BMW.

Pressure
Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you
No man ask for
Under pressure

Cyborg got an uneasy feeling about the club as soon as he walked through the door. His internal scanners were going berserk in his head, pointing out over twenty five otherwise invisible cameras in the immediate area. Either the owner of Sinner Circle was extremely paranoid, or there was something going down that no one was supposed to accidentally stumble onto. He'd heard of drug lords and gang leaders residing in the basements of clubs such as this one, but it all seemed so…cliché.

Taurus seemed to be entertained, if not a little lost among the chaotic dance floor at the center of Sinner Circle. He considered asking her to dance, but then thought better of it and chose instead to move toward the seat next to Raven at the sleek, modern looking bar. Her fingers were wrapped around a steaming cup of green tea and though her eyes were wandering the sea of Jump City youth, they constantly flickered back to a loitering Beast Boy, who also looked slightly uncomfortable among the few girls that surrounded him. Usually he'd be one to enjoy the lavish attention, but tonight he appeared to be trying to ignore them.

"If you ask me whether or not I'm okay again," Raven droned with a sip of tea as Cyborg approached, "I'll club you over the head with my bar stool."

"I was actually just gonna get a soda and talk to you about something non-Beast Boy related."

"Oh. Take a seat."

"Thanks," Cyborg observed the throng of people quickly. "You seen Robin and Star?"

"I lost track of them as soon as they got on the dance floor. They're probably participating in the dry sex orgy with all the other sacks of skin, bones, and hormones out there."

"I see," Cyborg nodded slowly and took a peanut from the dish between Raven and him.

"Rick? Cyborg would like a soda," the empath spoke to the lone man behind the bar as she gestured casually toward her robotic friend.

"We've been here less than ten minutes and you're already on a first name basis with the bartender?"

"He has a name tag," Raven spat with an annoyed look as Rick passed the soda over the counter.

Cyborg shook his head. "Right. Sure. Okay."

It just takes some time
Little girl
You're in the middle of the ride
Over and over

It'll be just fine
Over and over
It'll be alright, alright

Beast Boy didn't know what bothered him more about the blond girl hanging off of his arm; her constant giggling, high pitched voice, the rapidly increasing odds that she had at least for kinds of STDs, or her distinct inability to discern a wombat from her left arm. Maybe he'd been hanging out with Raven too much, but he had no idea some girls were so incredibly boring. Or whorish.

Or dumb.

"You like animals, right?" The girl asked for what seemed like the fifth time. "I saw the cutest stray dog yesterday and I saved it from getting runned over!"

"Run over, you mean?" Beast Boy raised an eyebrow at her.

The girl gave him a questioning look. "What?"

"A dog can't get runned over. Last time I checked, runned wasn't a word. It's run over."

"Uh…okay."

Beast Boy considered her carefully. "Have you ever read anything by Earnest Hemmingway? Or Edgar Allan Poe?" He watched as the girl's eyes grew vacant as she tried to find an answer.

"Weren't they…presidents or something?" Her face suddenly lit up. "Didn't that second guy, Abe Allan Hoe or whatever, didn't he give that famous speech? About blacks and whites or something?"

The Changeling almost choked on his laughter. "Never mind."

You can look but you can't touch
I don't think I like you much
Heaven knows what a girl can do
Heaven knows what you've got to prove

Contrary to Raven's belief, Robin and Starfire were not busy dry humping with the oversexed under-thirty's that took up the floor of Sinner Circle. Rather, they were entertaining themselves by observing the action.

"I do believe that man has grebnaks of his own," Starfire commented, pointing at a sizable youth that most club goers were making noticeable efforts to avoid. "Is this common on earth?"

"No," Robin assured her, shaking his head but smiling at her question. "Not at all."

"I must admit that I am most relieved to hear it."

"Is that Taurus?" The Boy Wonder gestured toward a pale brown Stetson that seemed to float about the crowd of heads.

Starfire squinted to see in spite of the off-colored lights and constantly moving people. "Yes, I think-" Suddenly the crowd broke, and the couple could see that Taurus was very obviously involved in a heated argument with a sleazy looking twenty-something year old, and her hands were going for her guns.

"Taurus!" Both Starfire and Robin shot forward instantly, although it was Starfire who cried out, and dragged the newcomer to the side of the club, away from the startled, still sleazy looking guy.

"That jerk practically had a hand up my skirt!" Taurus shouted venomously over the pounding music. "Why'd you pull me away? I was about to-"

"You can't just shoot innocent people," Robin tried to explain.

"That man was not even close to what I'd call innocent, honey."

"Things are different on Earth," Starfire said patiently, her hand still on Taurus' arm. "You cannot simply shoot someone you find to be bothersome. These people are humans, friend. They do not possess our ability to withstand great damage. At best you may punch these men Raven calls dick-brained perverts, but you must not shoot unless he is armed, as those teenagers were yesterday."

Robin raised an eyebrow at the expression his girlfriend had coined. He'd be having a talk with Raven later.

"Tamaranians are warriors, Star. Born and raised. You know that," Taurus had calmed, but was obviously still irritated.

"But we are not on Tamaran." There was a short pause, then a deep sigh from the brunette girl.

"Fine. You're right. I need to lose this idiot, though," she threw a dirty look over her shoulder at the guy who still seemed to be staring her, then shot a suddenly devious glance at Starfire. "Wanna dance, honey?"

Starfire was suddenly grinning excitedly. "I would very much like to. Robin, if you do not mind…"

"Go," he nodded toward the dance floor before she could even finish. "Have fun."

"He just wants to see some girl-on-girl action," Taurus commented dryly, loud enough for both Starfire and Robin to hear before leading her best friend to the dance floor.

The Boy Wonder smirked, leaned against the wall, and watched them, well aware that he hadn't actually denied the accusation.

And I'm like get up out my face
'Fore I turn around and spray your ass with mace
My lips make you wanna have a taste
You got that?

If Raven's emotions controlled her body temperature, she'd have been dead from fever in seconds. She'd given up on casual glances (to hell with dignity) and now her smoldering eyes refused to leave Beast Boy's back. Of course, they weren't going out. And of course he had every right to be flirting with the gathering crowd of silly bimbettes, probably all card carrying members of the Under 50 IQ Points Club, that hung all over him. What infuriated her was that, despite all her pent up vindictive rage, she couldn't think of any way to get back at him that she'd actually consider utilizing.

Unfortunately, Raven's emotions did not control her temperature, but her powers, and the glass in her hand had burst long before she could to anything to stop it.

"Trying to figure out how to make him as jealous as he's making you?" Cyborg asked, picking up the pieces of ceramic cup that Raven was too preoccupied to collect herself and handing Rick a ten dollar bill to cover the damage as the bartender mopped up the splattered tea.

"No," she lied flatly, "and I thought you said you weren't here to talk about Beast Boy?"

"I wasn't, except you haven't looked away from him for the past twenty minutes. I figured I'd point out that you're jealous, in case you weren't already aware."

"I'm not jealous," Raven insisted heatedly, her gaze unwavering.

"Sure you're not," Cyborg said in an irritatingly condescending tone. "But you want him to be."

"Whatever."

"Just ask a guy to dance," the half robot suggested. "I'm sure some emo kid is dying to dance with you. Maybe literally, depending whether or not he's got his razor on hand."

"Shut up," Raven snarled, hardly proud of her reputation with the obviously deluded youth of today's society. "I couldn't do something like that."

"Why not?" Cyborg took a large gulp of soda and burped loudly. Raven cringed with disgust.

"Because I'm not that kind of girl. You know me Cyborg, I'm completely awkward around strangers." There was a pause in the conversation but pounding music filled the silence.

"Y'know, I don't think he's even enjoying the company of those girls," Cyborg commented causally.

"Oh, he's loving it. He's soaking it all in."

"So just ask a guy to dance and even the playing field."

Raven looked at her friend in the eyes, her expression hauntingly sad. "I just can't."

After another pause, in which some drunken teen tripped and landed face first at the foot of Cyborg's bar stool, the cybernetic man shrugged and took another long drink of soda.

"Suit yourself."

It's not the fall that hurts
It's when you hit the ground

Before the Titans, before Earth, before two long years of recovery from just two days of Gordanian captivity and the separation and the war, Taurus had loved to dance. Nothing of the traditional Tamaranian sort, with all the growling and the stomping and occasional majestic arm sweeping, but just plain let-yourself-go-and-move-with-the-music dancing. And who better to have as a partner than the eclipsed princess of Tamaran? They had the ability to move as one, Starfire and she, and their captain in the army had never let them forget it whenever they completed any given training exercise together.

And now Starfire had her by the hands; spinning her, moving her. The music egged them on, drove them. She was laughing harder and smiling more than she had in a very long time. She remembered this feeling despite its lengthy absence, and it had certainly been worth the wait. It welled up inside of her like a balloon that she prayed to X'hal would never burst. It felt familiar, it felt right.

Happiness.

All my girls get down on the floor
Back to back, drop it down real low
I'm such a lady but I'm dancin' like a ho
But you know, I don't give a fuck
So here we go

The two girls stumbled over to Robin, out of breath but giggling, still high on the dance buzz.

"Enjoy yourselves?" The Boy Wonder asked, smirking at their mirth.

"Question is, did you enjoy yourself?" Taurus asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

"Taurus…" Starfire tried to intervene, but her friend continue.

"It turned you on, didn't it?"

"Uh," Robin shifted uncomfortably.

"It turned him on," Taurus assured Starfire with a smile. "I'm off to the bar. Later." She departed with a carefree laugh.

"She is…very Tamaranian at heart," Starfire let a nervous giggle escape her.

"Obviously you are too," Robin commented casually, pulling her to him and kissing her. "Wanna dance?"

"I thought you did not enjoy dancing?" The princess teased, taking his hand.

"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

Starfire withdrew her hand nonchalantly at his words. "If you are only participating to appease me and will not enjoy it, then perhaps I should-"

"Hey," Robin reached for her arm, gently touched her elbow, froze her in place. She was baiting him. He liked it. "I like dancing with you."

My mind has been a racin'
Got something inside of me thats waking
Come girl, come inside, I know ya
There's a fire inside of me thats growing

"Everything cool 'round here?" Taurus asked, taking a seat beside Cyborg at the bar.

"I'm fine, Raven's not," Cyborg responded when the empathy made no apparent effort to speak, or even acknowledge Taurus' presence. She was back to staring at Beast Boy and his throng of giggling girls.

Taurus leaned forward, to look past Cyborg. "Honey, are you alright?"

"Fine. Just like Cyborg, I'm fine," Raven spat hostilely, grabbing a drink off the bar without shifter her gaze in the slightest. She took a large gulp, shuddered slightly, and turned toward her two companions. "Actually, that's a lie. I'm not fine. I'm beyond not fine. To be completely honest, I'm so not fine that I'd very much like to shred this club to pieces from the foundation up, but I can't do that because I'm a Teen Titan. I have an example to set. Azar." Another swig. "I want those cheap whores off the jerk who was my boyfriend-"

"Uh…Raven?" Cyborg raised a finger in an attempt to interrupt her, but she took another drink from the glass in her hand and continued.

"I want to make Beast Boy, who I feel the need to reiterate is my jerk ex-boyfriend, just as jealous as he's making me and I want to enjoy it-"

"Excuse me, Miss?" The man sitting at Raven's immediate left tapped her shoulder experimentally.

"Please don't touch me, sir," the empathy turned back toward her friends, downed the last of her drink, and slammed the now empty cup on the bar countertop. "And I think I'm going to find some pathetic excuse for a human being, excuse me, an emo guy, to dance with me right now." With that, the frustrated dark girl slid off the barstool and stalked into the throng of dancing youth.

Cyborg shot Taurus a slightly disturbed look, then gave the man who'd been tapping Raven's shoulder another ten dollar bill. "Sorry about that, man. It's been a hard week for her." Taurus bit her lip nervously as her eyes followed the empathy into the heart of the club.

"Uh, honey, should you tell Raven that she just drank that man's pint of beer, or should I?"

Now the drinks start pourin'
And my speech starts slurrin'
Everybody start lookin' real good

Beast Boy had no idea how the crowd of girls had grown over the past twenty minutes, but somehow there were more of them. It was like they were multiplying; a freaky thought. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered why this kind of thing had never happened before he'd gone out with Raven, when he actually would've appreciated it.

It's official, God hates me.

Suddenly something caught his eye. A blue cloak stuck out like a beacon among all the casually dressed club goers. He looked a little longer and realized that it was, indeed, Raven and…could she really be pressing herself up against an emo boy? One of her poser fan boys?

"What the…" A surge of fiery jealousy burned through Beast Boy's veins. That asshole's hands were way too low, and Raven hardly looked comfortable with it. Come to think of it, Raven didn't look so okay in general. Besides, that much contact with the opposite sex couldn't be legal, especially when she had a–

And that's when Beast Boy realized that Raven didn't have a boyfriend after all. She was perfectly within her rights as a single to dance with whomever she pleased, and although it killed him to watch it, there wasn't very much he could do about it. Beast Boy turned away from the image, hating himself more every second, clenching his fists, and beaming very violent thoughts at the emo guy. Although with his luck, they'd be eloping later that night.

I know you stay true when my world is false
Everything around is breaking down to chaos
I only see you when my sight is lost
Everything around is breaking down to chaos

"You really don't think we should do anything about this?" Taurus was watching a transformed Raven with raised eyebrows.

"I think we'd be too late. The damage is done," Cyborg shrugged casually. "Raven's trashed."

"After one accidental drink?"

"The girl's never had a drop of alcohol in her life, and she just downed a pint."

"You sure she's not gonna pass out or somethin'?" Taurus shifted her concerned gaze to the half robot at her side.

"If she does, you're helping me carry her back to the Tower," he smiled at her, and she shook her head and continued to watch the drama unfold on the dance floor. While her attention was elsewhere, Cyborg chose to watch her, and despite the distorted light he was suddenly struck with the realization that Taurus was not very beautiful.

She was certainly pretty, but not beautiful; not exotic like Cyborg had come to expect most Tamaranians to look. Not beautiful, like he remembered her sister Aquarius. Rather, she was striking, the kind of girl with features that captured your attention as soon ass he walked in the room but lost her sparkle under closer evaluation. Cyborg wondered why it had taken him so long to notice it. Perhaps it was the unpredictable personality beneath the pretty face that had kept him fooled.

"It really ain't worth it."

"Wait, what?"

"Y'all alright?" Taurus waved a hand in front of his face in hopes of getting his attention; drawing him from his thoughts.

"Yeah," Cyborg said softly. "I'm cool."

"I was talkin' about this whole…Raven and Beast Boy thing. Is it really worth her dignity? Her sanity?" Taurus shook her head again. "It just sees like such a waste."

"He broke her heart," Cyborg noted. "I think that's worth a little revenge, even if she won't completely remember it tomorrow morning. I'm sure we could get one of the security tapes for her scrapbook if she wants it. I mean, this place is wired with enough cameras to catch her dance from six different angles.

"It's not revenge she's after," Taurus drummed her nails on the countertop absentmindedly. "It's him."

"The emo guy?"

"No," the brunette rolled her eyes. "Beast Boy. But he can't be worth that much…"

Cyborg let out a low whistle, barely audible over the club music. "And the frigid bitch resurfaces."

"What?" Taurus was suddenly much more alert as she punched her new friend lightly in the shoulder. "I'm not a frigid bitch."

"You basically just said that love isn't worth the effort."

"I said Beast Boy isn't worth-"

"Have you ever seen those two look at each other? I mean, really look at each other?" Cyborg sighed heavily. "There's something there. A connection. Something deep, something most people would kill to have."

Taurus smirked skeptically. "Love?"

"Something like that."

"I've given up on love."

Cyborg considered her for a moment. "I think you're scared."

"Excuse me?" A flame ignited in the Tamaranian's eyes. "I'm not afraid."

"I don't think you've really given up on love, I think you're just scared of it, because love means putting your trust in a male again. You've given up on yourself, in that way, not love," Cyborg shrugged. "Just what I think."

"I'm not afraid," Taurus repeated stubbornly, almost desperately. "Not of males, not of trust, certainly not of trusting males-"

"Then dance with me."

Taurus halted her angry rant to process his words. "Excuse me?"

"You say you're not afraid. You say you trust guys. So trust me. Dance with me," he looked her square in the eye. "Prove it to me."

"I…" Taurus bit her lip hesitantly, then hopped off her barstool with renewed energy. "Fine. I mean, I guess we can't just sit here all night. Plus, we'll be closer to Raven when she finally gets enough oxygen to her brain and realizes who she's dancin' with. We might be able to prevent property damage."

Cyborg smirked at her sudden surge of determination. "So the only reason you're agreeing to dance with me is to keep an eye on Raven?" Taurus considered this, her expression soft, almost playful.

"Maybe."

I know you wanna talk to me
Just tell me what you wanna see
And maybe we can do something
That sometimes leads to other things

One part of Raven's brain had absolutely no idea why she was dancing with this guy. He was repulsive in every conceivable way. His breath reeked of beer, although perhaps hers did too, his grimy hands were clutching her bug, his hair was greasy and combed over his inch thick eyeliner-encased eyes, there were two studs in his chin and a safety pin stuck in the side of his lip, and he had her pressed so close to him that she could feel a prominent male-exclusive muscle that she did not want to feel through his inhumanly skinny jeans.

The other, larger, drunker portion of her brain was swimming obliviously and couldn't have cared less about any of that. It was also this other side that encouraged her to press back on him; egg the guy on.

Raven didn't even know how she'd ended up dancing with him in the first place. He was just the first guy she fell on, and his name…Jordan? Maybe Kyle? Something generic like that. Well, who cared? Only a very small part of her was gagging at his presence. The rest just wanted to let everything go; even she knew she'd regret it later.

A few club goers at her right parted just enough for Raven to see Beast Boy gaping at her, seemingly taken aback. She smirked with a drunken satisfaction. Mission accomplished.

But he didn't keep staring, like she'd been hoping he would. No, after a few moments he simply turned back to his crowd of fan girls without much apparent concern at all. Something inside Raven snapped at that very moment, and even though her vision was getting fuzzy around the edges, she could see well enough to pull Ray—Matt? Well, whatever his name was—even closer to her and press her lips to his.

It starts out easy
Somethin' simple
Somethin' sleazy
Somethin' inchin' past the edge of reserve

Robin wasn't quite sure how it had happened, but somehow dancing with Starfire had turned into making out with Starfire. Against a wall. In the darkest corner of Sinner Circle. With a hoard of jealous Robin fan girls throwing vicious glances in Starfire's direction.

Not that the Boy Wonder minded any of this, really. Except maybe the last part.

Her fingers were in his hair, on his torso, around his neck as he kissed every bit of bare flesh above her shoulders. She smelled like jasmines, and he couldn't really think whe she smelled like that, couldn't control himself.

Couldn't stop.

Wouldn't stop.

There was probably some Official Batman Rule that very clearly stated that making out in public, especially in costume, was strictly forbidden. Robin could hardly care less. It was only when one of Starfire's hand had found its way under his shirt and the other was teasingly fingering his belt that the Boy Wonder suddenly remembered himself; who he was, where he was, and what he was doing. He pushed her off of him so quickly and forcibly that Starfire stumbled back several feet. The alien girl's eyes were wide with shock and, if Robin was reading her correctly, a painful combination of hurt and rejection.

The fan girls were sneaking one another smiles of delight.

"I…am sorry if I have offended-"

"No, don't apologize," Robin shook his head. "I shouldn't have let it get that far, and I really shouldn't have pushed you away. I'm sorry."

Starfire's look softened. "I, like Taurus, seem to forget that I am on Earth now, and not Tamaran. Such activity is often encouraged, even celebrated there. But I understand if it is not the way of my new home. Our home."

"It's the way of our home for a lot of people," Robin corrected her with a sigh, holding a hand to his head, "just not me. Not us, not yet. For a million reasons."

"I understand," Starfire repeated, "and I am sorry."

"Don't be."

The alien girl smirked awkwardly although a slightly hurt look still lingered in her eyes. "Perhaps a drink would assist our situation."

Robin smiled at her suggestion, and the tension eased away. "I was thinking the same thing, Princess."

I know he thinks you're fine and stuff
But does he know how to wind you up?

Taurus and Cyborg had frozen in place. They'd been enjoying their casual dancing until Raven suddenly decided to make out with the emo guy, and in an almost pornographic fashion.

"Intervention time?" Taurus suggested, exchanging a quick look with Cyborg, who nodded.

"Definitely. And let's hurry before she contracts herpes."

The two didn't make it far across the dance floor before another, worse kind of intervention burst through the double door entrance of the club and drew Cyborg's attention almost immediately. He was hardly the only one to notice; Beast Boy froze amongst his groupies, Robin and Starfire were already leaping off their bar stools and into fighting stances, and even Raven, drunk as she was, detached herself from her newfound emo lover long enough to notice that the Hive Five had entered Sinner Circle.

Feels like you made a mistake
You made somebody
's heart break
But now I have to let you go
I have to let you go

You left a stain
On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know
I have to let you go

No ones ever turned you over
No ones tried
To ever let you down,
Beautiful girl
Bless your heart

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy, baby
I can't live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from me
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease

Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels in a black dress
You drove me to the fire
And left me there to burn

Every little thing you do is tragic
All my life, oh was magic
Beautiful girl
I can't breathe

I got a disease