BBRae Week 2015 1 - Midnight
Just a little one, as I'm short on time.
The clock approached midnight, counted down by an enthusiastic green teenager.
"...Four... Three... Two... One! Woohoo!" he cheered. Cyborg gave him a friendly slap on the back.
"Happy birthday, little dude!" he said. The other Titans extended their own congratulations with varying enthusiasm.
"Thanks, guys. 18 at last! Y'know... that's the age of consent... Rae-Rae," he said, waggling his eyebrows preposterously at the stoic demoness. She stared back at him evenly.
"Hmmm... I always thought you were the type to wait for marriage," she drawled. He paused for a moment before grinning again.
"Well, I'm old enough for that too! Wanna get married?" he said. He actually managed to leave Raven speechless for a moment. But only a moment. She rolled her eyes and moved to get herself a piece of birthday cake.
"Idiot," she grumbled.
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The clock approached midnight...
"...Four... Three... Two... One! Woohoo!" Beast Boy was 21 years of age.
"Alright, green machine! Time to get you your first beer," Cyborg cried, rifling through the fridge. Robin had always been strict on drinking and Beast Boy was taking full advantage. Speaking of which...
"Rae, just so you know, I forgive you in advance," he said.
"(Sigh)... Forgive me for what?" she asked regretfully. He held his hand over his heart and looked away melodramatically.
"For taking advantage of me in my drunken stupor... I know you just can't help yourself around me," he said, biting his lip and wiping away a non-existent tear. Raven flicked his ear, eliciting a satisfying yelp before rolling her eyes and leaving the room: she had no interest in drinking or watching others drink,
"Idiot," she grumbled.
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The clock approached midnight...
"...Four... Three... Two... One! Woohoo!" The childish celebration sounded strange coming from the lined mouth of an elderly green man. "Happy 50th anniversary, Rae-Rae." A wistful smile appeared on the face of his wife, lined with age.
"You haven't called me that in years," she whispered. Her husband stared for a moment. Her hair was barely lilac, the vivid violet colour washed out by time. Her skin was wrinkled and creased and pale... but when she smiled like that, he fell in love all over again.
"What can I say," he said, straightening an imaginary tie. "I feel young again, like a spry 65 year-old." Raven's smile grew broader as she watched him, still hale and fit, though his back was a little more bent than in the past. He sat next to her, running the back of his hand across her cheek. She gladly accepted the contact. Her eyes flew open when she sensed something unexpected in her green old man. Lust. She laughed incredulously.
"You dirty old man!" she laughed. He joined her, shrugging his shoulders.
"You're hot, Rae-Rae," he insisted, both of them laughing again. "What stopped us getting married for so long?" he wondered out loud.
"My better judgement," Raven answered with a spark of her still-legendary sarcasm.
"Hey!" he chuckled. It was Raven's turn to shrug.
"It took a lot for me to look past it," she said.
"Past what?" he asked. She grinned.
"You being an idiot."
Utter nonsense but the best I got for this prompt. Peace!
-Jack