Vut?

At the moment, life sucked. Hard.

The team had been called to a mission a little after midnight, while they were all still in their beds. Except Robin, of course, who had been on patrol. The little bird had bounded in and had literally shaken all his teammates out of bed, wincing when he discovered that Wally slept in only his boxers. His red, Flash-logo-and-heart-covered boxers.

The mission had been in New York, and while that wasn't very far from Happy Harbor, it was much further than any of the heroes were willing to go that night. M'gann tired and drowsy, had clumsily called up the bioship, nearly running over a yawning Artemis.

The onjective had been to stage a drug bust in Manhattan, while capturing the man in charge of it all, some thug going by the name of Andrew Marletti. Normally, the police would have been called in to deal with such trivial matters, but there had been rumors circulating around of giant, misshaped men who had taken this drug, and Batman had a hunch that it had something to do with the Blockbuster serum.

And so the Team was called in.

The mission had gone terribly badly, not only with the team getting battered and bruised, but Marletti had gotten away, and they didn't recover any samples of the drug.

It definitely had been Blockbuster, though that hadn't helped them much.

And so now, the team, bloody and exhausted, were on their way back to Happy Harbor, fully expecting Batman to come down on them for being complete failures. M'gann was piloting the ship, with Kaldur and Superboy sitting close by to make sure she didn't nod off.

Artemis had crashed in a chair, her head thrown back as she snored unabashedly.

Wally and Robin were sitting in the back, both wrapping their many abrasions with copius amounts of iodine and bandages. Out of all the team, those two had gotten the brunt of the injuries, the speedster facing a jagged knife wound and a sprained wrist while Robin was suffering from a concussion and a dislocated elbow.

Robin, for all his exuberance at the beginning of the mission, had now officially crashed. He had sunk into a chair, careful about the arm, and was mumbling quietly to himself. The concussion didn't help much either. Wally paused for a moment to listen to his friend.

"...Batman's gonna be so mad, and I need to..."

Holy- what the- what was that? Robin's voice had taken on a lilting tone, his T's becoming thicker, his stress put on the secon syllable of the words, a slight roll to his R's...did Robin have an accent?

"...Alfred's gonna wonder...gotta finish chem homework...need to call Babs..." Robin continued muttering. He didn't seem to be hearing himself, but Wally was listening hard enough for the both of them. Yup, that was definitely an accent. A very...foreign...accent.

"Dude?" Wally interrupted, causing Robin to jolt up and stare at his friend.

"Vut?"

"Say something."

"Vally?"

"God, say something again."

"Kay-Eff, arre you surre you arre okay? Is zere somezing I should know?"

"Dude, you have an accent."

"Vut? Shuth up. Zere is no accenth in my voice." Robin continued, and then his eyes widened as he realized what exactly he had just said. "Oh, God, I do haff an accenth." he whispered, and then clapped his hands over his mouth as though he had scared himself.

"Are you Russian or something?" Wally asked curiously.

Robin glared. "Romany, dude."

"So...you can speak Romanian?"

"No, Romany. English, Spanish, French, Russian, Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, and I know Sign Language. I'm pretty much a frickin' genius." Robin bragged. "When I'm tired, I guess I just slip back into the accent."

Wally stared at him for a moment before breaking out into a grin. "You totally need to have a sleep over at my place."

"Shut up."

Wally snickered. "Sure. 'Vut' ever." he imitated Dick poorly, and then contented himself with a nice punch to Robin's uninjured arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"That was for not telling me you had a totally cool accent."

"What?"

"You know how many chicks I could have gotten by now?"