Okay. So I started this story about the Teen Titans going to Disneyland. But the problem is, I just have these random images in my head, and no real way to connect them. So I'm going to Cake them! ... so to speak. I will just post the scenes I want. heh. :D



"Aren't we supposed to be here for training?" Tim asked, looking dubiously at Gar.

"This is training," Gar answered innocently.

"No, it's not," Tim said.

"Sure it is. It's training for, uh, costume disguises. Just think, you'll have LOTS of people to try and disguise now."

Tim slapped his hand down on the table, bringing it back up clutching a fistful of tickets. "Going to Disneyland does NOT count as any kind of training."

"Oh, come on! You can costume all of us! We'll be like test dummies!" Gar said.

"Like playing Barbies," Bart commented, zipping to a standstill.

Tim glared.

Gar was rapidly losing this battle. And wasn't he supposed to be the adult here? He called in the big guns. "Nightwing!"

"Ni--what?!" Tim yelped.

"This is gonna be so fun," Nightwing said, grinning madly as he walked into the room, flipping through a brochure.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Tim yelled.

Nightwing looked up. "Timmy! Get your costume on. Hurry."

Gar grinned.

"You look like a surfer!" Tim yelled again.

Nigthwing grinned and shook his head, sending blond curls flying. "I know. Great, huh?"

"This isn't--"

"Dude! I heard we're going to Disneyland!" Kon shouted, flying into the room, Cassie on his heels.

"After Tim makes us costumes," Gar corrected. "I mean, a bunch of teenagers hanging out with a green guy? A bit obvious."

"I'm not making this many costumes," Tim growled.

"That's fine. I will," Nightwing countered. He smiled pleasantly.

Gar thought he had every right to be smug. He smiled. Smugly.

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