Changeling
Distance?
Hey peeps so this is my first fanfic so if anything is wrong just PM me. Chap 2 will be up tomorrow.
Raven's P.O.V.
Well he seems to avoid me and I know why. I'm so dark and different than what he would want in a girl. Wait, why do I care about that kid. As I walked out into the titans living room, he was there battling Cyborg on his new video game Mega Monkeys 5. Oh Azar. Why do boys have to be so immature? Walking into the kitchen I sensed a presence behind me. I ignored it, put the kettle on the stove, turned around and slightly jumped to see him standing there, hands in his uniform pockets that he sewed into the suit himself.
"What do you want Beast Boy," I growled.
"I thought I told you to call me Changeling?" he inquired.
"I'm sorry for not caring." I said in my trademark monotone. He's grown in the past years; his shoulders broadened and he also works out now. Robin - or Nightwing - left the titans after he and Starfire got married. No one went to the wedding except for Batman and his friends. Now Cyborg leads the titans, being the most mature in the 'men's' maturity range (which isn't much by the way). Beast Boy now barely fits his old Doom Patrol uniform, because he has a lot of muscle, which he is ALWAYS bragging about, so he refuses to get rid of the suit. His face lost its childish roundness and was replaced with a much defined profile, with a much chiseled jaw, as well as growing a small amount of stubble. Beast Boy has also grown to be 6' 3" and a fair 180lbs for his age being 20. I, on the other hand, stayed the same - besides the age because I'm now 20 also - except I got taller but not tall enough to be taller than Cy or Beast Boy. Cy stayed the same, being 6' 2" and 210lbs; he was able to make more of his body bone and flesh, but still uses a holo-ring when he can. Anyways, I walked past Gar but he grabbed my arm. Did I mention he's become more courageous?
"Let go Beast Boy," I said, warning him.
"No," he replied sternly.
"Why not?" I spoke, starting to get annoyed.
"Because I don't want to," he retorted.
"BB just leave her alone," Cy said in my defense.
"Fine," he said in a low growl. As if on cue, thankfully, the kettle whistled. I grabbed a mug and poured my tea. I felt his hot breath on my ear which eerily sent chills up my spine.
"I'll get you next time" Gar said. As I phased through the floor to my room his words kept repeating themselves in my mind. I'll get you next time. What did he mean by that?