Robin one shot part 3!

You're one creepy cookie

"When did you get there?" she shouted in surprise. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I've been standing there since the rain scene started."

"No, you weren't! I would've seen you!" she insisted.

"I was! Do you want me to get your cookies out? The heat and all." She nodded and watched him take them out. Even then he hardly made any sound.

"That's so creepy," she whispered.

"I'll take that as a compliment," he replied. He put the cookies on the counter for her and went back to the fridge. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll get my drink and go sit back down." 

"You were sitting with us?" Artemis asked.

"What- I've been sitting with you all since they made pottery together," he answered, feeling slightly offended but also pretty proud. It took some skill to sneak past all of them including the powered heroes. Especially Connor who looked just as confused as everyone else. He hadn't meant to sneak by them but he supposed he couldn't turn off super-secret spy mode.

"We thought you left," Kaldur admitted.

"I did leave for like a minute to take a call." He grabbed an energy drink which M'gann swiftly took from his hands. "Hey!"

"Canary said no energy drinks after twelve."

"I'm an exception," he argued.

"You were the reason the rule was made!"

"Touche. I'll just have coffee instead."

"That's not better!"

 *sleep deprivation has entered the chat*

Robin was often sleep-deprived and the Teen Titans had gotten used to that but there were times when his sleep deprivation made him too creepy for comfort. One of those times he'd made a rare appearance after busting open a case to get a cup of coffee. 

"Hey Rob, have you seen that challenge going around?" Beast Boy asked.

"There are tonnes of challenges going around so you'll have to be more specific," he replied tiredly. 

"It's that knife game. You know the one where they put the knife between their fingers?" he clarified.

"Oh, that one. Yeah."

"Do you think you could do it?" Without a word, Robin turned to the knife stand and grabbed the biggest knife he could. He then turned back to the hero and looked him dead in the eye. Then he slammed his hand on the desk with his fingers spread apart. He put the knife beside his hand as though to make a point that wow there this is a big boy knife. Then he paused. 

"I do not have whiskey but I haven't slept for three days so that is close enough," he stated quite seriously. Upon giving this warning, he gripped the knife and put it behind his thumb. "Oh, I have all my fingers. The knife goes chop, chop, chop." As he sang in the creepiest tone known to man, he moved the knife along with the rhythm. Beast Boy who had said it more as a question of skill not a request for a demonstration was forced to stand there and watch. "If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off and if I hit my fingers blood will soon come out. But all the same, I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about." As he continued, Cyborg entered the room and could only stare at what he'd walked into. "No, you can't use a pencil. Can not use a pen. The only way is with a knife when danger is your friend." Raven then walked in and stopped beside Cyborg. "Some may call it stupid and some may call it dumb. But all the same we play this game, because it's so damn fun." He went faster.  "Oh, I have all my fingers. The knife goes chop, chop, chop. If I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off and if I hit my fingers the blood will soon come out. But all the same I play this game, 'cause that's what it's all about." Now faster.  "Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop. I'm picking up the speed and if I hit my fingers, then my hand will start to bleed." Starfire had caught the last part and flown in to snatch the knife away from him.

"Why were you all watching that?" she shouted.

"Coffee time since I evaded disfigurement," he stated, turning around and turning on the kettle. 

"You...you are creepy."

"I have heard."

What does he have? A KNIFE

It was late at night and Damian was feeling a little thirsty so he walked downstairs to get a glass of water. He saw that the light was on in the kitchen and debated turning around. He couldn't be bothered dealing with Dick's late-night rambles nor could he deal with that butler who got offended when he asked him to do things even though that made no sense. Nobody in this house made much sense but that was beside the point. He was thirsty and he was going to just barrel past whoever was in there to get what he wanted. As he walked into the kitchen, he completely abandoned his goal. Dick was standing there, a pineapple in one hand, a knife in the other with a chopping board that had a pile of salt on it. His eyes were half-closed and from what Damian could see, his eyes weren't focused at all. 

"Gotta feed the beets," the acrobat stated as he slammed the knife down. "BeEEtS."

"Grayson?" Had he been hit too hard in the head? No, Alfred would've noticed if that were the case. He didn't get any reaction from the other as Dick continued to chop the salt. Admittedly, it was a little creepy to see him in such a withdrawn state and that wasn't helped when he started to sing the theme tune to Castaways in a tone both too high and too monotone. Pair the song, the too-relaxed look and the knife together and you get the situation you don't want to be in at three in the morning. "I'm going to get water. Do not stab me," Damian stated before walking over to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of water and then backed out of the kitchen, keeping his eye on the hero who had lost interest in chopping salt. More worryingly, he was walking towards Damian. "Grayson stop it. This isn't funny." The older didn't reply or so much as react, instead continuing to walk towards him in silence. As Damian got ready to deck the acrobat, Dick walked past him and started skipping down the hall. He followed the hero down the hall and up the stairs but stopped when he saw him go back to bed. The younger returned to his own room yet couldn't sleep until he put something in front of the door. He could obviously defeat his foster sibling but it was just plain creepy to be attacked by someone with a pineapple, a knife and a kid's theme song stuck in their head.