crich0822 requested a sequel to Your Accent? and Say It 

I was given full control of this one so I apologize if you don't like it 

Starfire sighed as she walked into the room of heroes minus Robin but when she went unnoticed she repeated her sigh even louder. Once again she was ignored by her friends. With a frown, she walked in front of them all and sighed louder. "Yes? Is there something you'd like to say?" Raven huffed. She glanced up from her book but refused to put it down lest she be sucked into whatever thing this was. Knowing the alien it was either to do with Robin or to do with that weird pet of hers. 

"Robin hasn't slept in a while," she stated. The group stared at her unimpressed. "Are you not worried?" Why weren't they freaking out? Sleep deprivation was serious and she knew how she got without getting enough sleep so surely the effects would be worse for him since he was human.

"He's human, they fall asleep eventually," Raven informed her. Their friends nodded and continued to play their game, leaning to see the screen. Her frown deepened at that. 

"All of us fall asleep eventually! But he is human and they are fragile are they not?"

"'M not fragile," Robin grumbled. They whipped their heads around and jumped when they found he was standing right behind them.

"You gotta start wearing a bell dude!" Beast Boy exclaimed. His leader rolled his eyes before stifling a yawn.

"You jus gotta listen out," he replied. 

When he first spoke they hadn't noticed anything about his voice since they were recovering from being jump scared but once he spoke again they all noticed it. His voice, more specifically his accent, was wrong. They glanced around at one another, wondering if they just heard him wrong. If they hadn't then their day just got more exciting. "What did you say?" Cyborg asked. The hero glared at him and waved his hand dismissively before trudging to the kitchen to get his sixteenth cup of coffee. It was a wonder he was standing up. They watched him closely but couldn't quite tell if his slight clumsiness was from not sleeping for the last few days or from him being some kind of shapeshifting alien struggling to imitate someone. 

"What're you starin' at?" he snapped, feeling their eyes on him. There it was again. It was his voice but it was a different accent. He glared at his cup when he didn't get an answer and looked over at them with a deep frown. "What?" 

"Where was our first real kiss?" Starfire asked. He squinted his eyes at her with a confused expression. 

"Why?" he replied slowly. He knew he was running slow from lack of sleep but he was sure they were confusing on purpose. He'd only just walked into the room and they were already acting weird. Maybe they were trying to teach him a lesson about sleep by acting weird to make him think the problem was him not them. Maybe he was just overthinking.

"Answer the question!" Beast Boy demanded, pointing a finger at him.  

"Tokyo," he answered, still unclear as to why this needed an answer. They breathed a sigh of relief which didn't aid in his complete bewilderment by the situation. 

"So you're definitely Robin but what's with your accent?" Cyborg asked. 

"Accent?" Robin repeated until he realised what they meant. He straightened up a little and they could practically hear his brain whirring to come up with something to explain it. He eventually decided on just not answering and walking out of the room with his coffee. 

"You'd think someone with so many siblings he'd be able to communicate," Cyborg stated.

"They don't count. That family are the most socially inept people to exist," Raven pointed out. 

"You were no help at all," Starfire huffed. "I shall have to get him to bed myself."

"Good luck," they replied in unison. She tutted at them and chased after the smaller. 

After being confronted, Robin retreated back to his case room with his coffee and returned to his work. He thought back to his brothers. They'd tease him for the next month if they'd been here. They'd probably try to get him overtired again. He never really understood why it mattered so much to them to hear his original accent when it was slowly becoming foreign to himself. An American accent had been slowly infecting him that even now when he heard his first accent it didn't sound quite right. It'd been taken over. Soon enough there wouldn't be much of it left. Before he could linger on that thought too much, he heard a knock on the door. He swirled his office chair around and began scooting towards the door. As he went to open it, it opened to reveal Starfire. She blushed upon seeing him. "I thought you would ignore me," she stated. He hummed in response, moving his hand away as she awkwardly walked into the room. He shuffled the office chair back to his desk as she thought and retrieved his coffee. She went to turn on the light but he stuck out his hand to stop her. "Will you not hurt your eyes sitting in the dark?" she asked.

"I'm developing some stuff," he mumbled before taking a sip. He tilted his head to the darkest corner of the room to which she nodded and moved away from the light. She furrowed her eyebrows at him and he could take a stab at why. He was hiding his accent again. No doubt it wasn't as smooth as it usually was but it was still there, shoving the original to the side. Shaking his head, he swirled around on his chair and returned to work. He couldn't even read the words on the screen anymore but he'd rather that than talk about these things. His brothers were annoying about it during his childhood so he'd just learned to avoid it entirely. If he didn't speak about it then it couldn't be talked about right? Starfire flew over to him and put her arms over his shoulders, her eyes studying the screen. 

"A new case?"

"New to me. It's a cold case," he explained. "Developing somethin I found investigating." She nodded along and rested her head on her arm.

"Is this what has kept you from sleeping? We may not sleep together every night but I can hear you go to your room." She moved some of the strands of hair out of his face. As much as she loved him, he really stunk of coffee and he could do with a shower to get rid of it. Plus the gel in his hair wasn't really doing the job anymore. "That accent before-"

"-Star I don't-"

"I thought it was rather cute," she continued, ignoring his protest. The acrobat blushed at the comment. "Why don't you speak like that all the time?"

There it was. That question that had followed Robin around and hung over his head whenever people he knew heard him speak. He looked away from her and took big gulps of his coffee to avoid speaking. Unfortunately, Starfire always had her way when it came to these things as she'd learned how to get the truth from him. "Have I upset you?" she asked. He shook his head and put his cup down. "Then I would like an answer."

"Too tired," he mumbled.

"But you are able to investigate a cold case?" He chuckled quietly to himself and glanced back at her. Though the room was dark, he could see her pulling those puppy eyes from the light of the monitors in front of him.

"I hate when you catch me out," he replied. She smiled and kissed his cheek in hopes of coaxing the answer she wanted out of him. "I don't know if you'll entirely understand. It might just be an Earth thing."

"That will not deter me, Robin," she assured him. She moved and sat on his lap instead of floating, giggling at his brief flustered expression. "Out with it please."

"Fine," he huffed. "Well, I don't come from America. I was born in a circus that would travel around the world and my accent was a mishmash of many different ones. I never even visited America until..." He sighed to himself. He didn't like explaining the same thing over and over. It got boring as it was tragic. Sometimes he liked to pretend that life started when the event was behind him but that was rather rude to his parents who'd done a wonderful job of raising him. It wasn't until they died that he had to tell this sad story. It wasn't till he hid his accent that he had to tell the story as an explanation for why he was the way he was. He'd brought it on himself really. "But then things changed. I was living with a family, Batman and the others, in America and although I knew a lot of English, I didn't sound like everyone else. I got bullied to hell and back for it."

"Why?" Starfire asked.

"Kids didn't like how different I was. Can't blame a lot of them since they were just copying whatever their parents were saying. I came from a poor background and when introduced to people who were rich their entire lives I stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't look or sound like anyone else," he explained. "How they would be floored if they found out I was dating royalty such as you."

"I would be very happy to tell them," she assured him. He smiled as he shook his head at her. They'd probably focus on the fact she was an alien. Maybe say something about the only way someone could love him was if they saw him as some sort of attraction. An exotic pet from a distant world. He knew Star wasn't like that though. 

"Back to the story - so I'm being bullied and for a short period of time, I go silent at school. During that time I learned the American accent pretty much perfectly then I started talking again in school. Immediately, things were better. Sure I was bullied but my accent was the least of it," he continued. 

"Were your family not confused?" At that, Robin went quiet and she knew she'd pushed him enough for one day. His family always was a touchy subject so she was expecting no answer. She cupped his face and kissed him softly. He kissed back, relieved that she was stopping her inquiry there. He wasn't in the mood to speak of them. "You should go to bed. Letting your accent slip must mean you need the rest." He shook his head and reached over her to work. Big mistake.

Whilst she was halting her questioning, she wasn't halting her mission to get him to bed and hopefully a shower beforehand. Starfire got up before hooking her arms around Robin and throwing him over her shoulder. He hung there in surprise for a moment before beginning to wiggle in an attempt to escape but her grip was much too strong. "Let me go!" he whined. 

"Nope," she answered simply. 

"I can get out of this," he stated, folding his arms defiantly. 

"Of course you can."

"I can!"

"I did say you could." He wiggled a bit more before groaning and giving up. He was too tired. He could feel the alien smiling to herself victoriously as she then walked out of the room with him and went about getting him to bed. Damn her for being so caring!