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Patience, my children.

Soon, you shall reek the havoc you crave.

Soon, I shall have the power I deserve.

Soon, the entire city will bow before its new master...

Killer Moth!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy's working, Kitten. Can't this wait until...

No! He broke up with me.

My stupid ex-boyfriend Fang, broke up with me.

And now I don't have a date for the prom.

There, there, I'm sure you'll find another date.

Prom is tomorrow, Daddy. I don't have time to find another date.

So you're going to find one for me!

Now, Kitten, be reasonable. You don't seriously expect me to...

And I don't want just anyone.

I want someone handsome, popular and totally cool .

Someone no other girl can get.

Someone who would drive Fang wild with jealously.

I want...

Range to target.

500 and closing. Should have a visual any...

- There he is. - Correction, there it is.

Super loogy!

I can't see!

Can't move.

Robin!

- He is okay? - He will be.

The venoms effect is only temporary.

Getting away. We have to go after him.

You mean we have to go after him.

You need to chill 'til that stuff wears off.

- But... - Dude, we can handle it.

The guys got a spider for a head, not like he's going to be hard to find.

- Better? - Ah, much. Thanks.

I welcome you.

There are few problems tamaraneana acupressure will not solve.

Now we can focus on solving our other problem.

Titans, any luck finding our jewel thief?

We found something worse.

Teen Titans, go!

Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

Thanks for the lift, Raven.

- Uh, We're going to need backup. - We're on our way.

Don't bother.

Even if you defeat a few of my children...

you won't be able to stop me from releasing the entire swarm.

Unless you want your city reduced to a moth eatin' wasteland,

you'll do exactly as I say.

- What do you want? - My demands are simple.

The city will declare me ruler, the Teen Titans will surrender and Robin...

will take this lovely young lady to her junior prom.

Hi, Robby-poo.

Um... What was that last part again?

Robin, who is this girl?

And why does she call you poo?

Her name is Kitten. And you will take her to prom!

This prom, is some manner of duel, yes?

Robin eagerly accepts.

It's not a duel, Star.

It's a date.

He does not accept, do you hear! Robin does not accept!

We're going to need a minute.

Odium, scandal, atrocity!

These demands must not be met!

Cyborg, report, how bad is it?

Bad! Can't hold 'em off for much loinger.

If you're going to do something, do it quick.

Out of his mind if he believes you would even consider such a distasteful...

- I have to do it. - What?

It's the only way to save the bridge.

The only way to give us enough time to stop Killer Moth.

But, but, but...

I have to, Starfire.

No matter how much I don't want to.

And I really don't want to.

- Do we have a deal? - I'll take the girl to prom.

Don't tell me, ask her.

- You've gotta be... - Do it!

- Kitten, was it? - Meow.

Right. Will you go with me to the prom?

Oh, Robby-poo, I thought you'd never ask.

Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

There are too many! We're not going to...

make it?

Um... What just happened?

I bought you some time.

Killer Moth. He is controlling the mutant insects.

Find him and stop him.

Start your search with her.

Who is she?

She is a manipulative gremplork not worthy of Robin's time.

Name's Kitten. She's got some kind of connection to Killer Moth.

Find the connection and I bet you'll find him.

Starfire will join you to help with the search.

Hey, what about you? Aren't you going help us?

I can't, I have a date.

Really hoping she doesn't show.

Starfire?

On such occasions, I believe it's customary to wear a dead plant.

Star, you're supposed to be helping the others track down Killer Moth.

Your orders were to investigate the girl.

I intend to investigate her thoroughly.

Besides, you may require saving.

This Kitten is perhaps some form of ooz monster in disguise.

She's certainly is ugly like a monster, yes?

Yoohoo, Robby-poo! Your Kitten has arrived. Meow!

Second thought, maybe I will need saving.

Ohh, Robin! My date! Robin!

Don't you look handsome?

- Compliment me on my dress. - No

- Do it! Or else... - Nice dress.

Oh, Robin, you're such a gentleman.

Not at all like my worthless ex-boyfriend, Fang!

Now, take my arm. Lead me in.

And would it kill you to smile?

Maybe.

- Ask me to dance. - I don't dance.

Come on, Robby-poo, you never, ever danced before?

Tried it once, didn't like it.

Fine, then I can have the whole city destroyed,

or we can just skip straight to the kissing.

Wanna dance?

Oh, Robin! Of course. I'd love to dance with you!

Could we have some punch?

Okay, that's over.

- Ooh goody, another slow dance. - Yeah.

From now on Robby-poo, this will always be our song.

Please tell me you guys have found Killer Moth.

Not yet. But we tracked down your girlfriend's home address.

She's not my...

Well, that's not suspicious?

Found him!

Yes, you found me.

But you'll soon be wishing you hadn't.

Kiss me.

Sorry, I don't like you that way.

Matter of fact, I just don't like you.

- Yes. - What!?

Killer Moth's being taking down as we speak.

- We're done here. - No we are not!

Daddy is not calling the shots tonight, Robby-poo.

I am!

Daddy?

And unless you want me to let those nasty bugs out for a late night snack,

you better pucker up.

Not even if you paid me.

- Fang? - That's your boyfriend?

Get your hands off my girl!

Keep your legs off my boy!

Robin, are you injured?

Best I've felt all day.

Fangy-poo, you really do care.

Let's never fight again, baby.

Fang!

You know, you two make a really bad couple.

For a weirdo who lives in his basement, this guy's pretty tough.

Let's hit the dance fl...

Ooh, isn't it romantic? They're fighting over me.

They are not fighting over you!

You... ruined... my... dress!

Start talking, how do you control the... moths?

Run!

We can't let them escape. Seal the exits!

Consider yourself, dumped.

No!

Okay...

Nobody dumps Kitten!

Nobody! You're going to pay for this, Robby-poo!

You're going to pay!

So, no second date?

You know, now that nobody's making 'em all mutatey...

these little guys might actually make good pets.

Don't even think about it.

Okay, well, sorry we pretty much ruined your prom.

Are you kidding?

- This was the best prom ever! - Even if I still can't move my legs.

Yeah, that will wear off.

And now the moment you've all been waiting for...

King and Queen of this years prom are...

Robin and Starfire!

I guess one more dance won't kill me.