Summary: A one-shot. Raven is sitting alone on the roof as always. But this time, something changes just a little.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. Too bad, because then the plot line would be more like fanfiction……
Raven sat on the ledge of the tower, legs dangling over the side.
She knew she looked silly; most people only ever saw her sitting in her meditative pose, and she planned to keep it that way.
She felt silly too, like a small girl whose legs can't reach the ground. But she'd always thought the easiest way to experience the sky was to feel like you were part of it.
But someone was watching her, from the doorway of the staircase. He watched her a lot, but he wasn't willing to admit it. Most people wouldn't think to ask.
Most people wouldn't think to ask because how could you be so captivated by someone who said practically nothing? Someone who hadn't said more than ten words to you in a month, most of them involuntarily.
It had become a guilty pleasure, almost, to sneak up after her. Once, he'd tried creeping closer, but his footsteps had seemed to echo. He was lucky he hadn't broken whatever concentration she had.
The consequences for that were horrible, but she was as careful as she could be, he knew. Though she would react by throwing him over the edge, probably. Do away with first, apologize later. He nearly laughed.
But that really wasn't what she'd do. She knew they were there. She would be cautious. If there was anything he knew about her, it was that she never rushed in. Unless she was angry, and who really knew with Raven?
She turned around, eyebrows raised, catching him off guard. There was a small smile playing around her lips, something which he'd never seen before.
"How did you know I was here?" He asked, not bothering to speak quietly.
"Your aura is incredibly bright. Easy to detect while in a meditative state."
He stepped closer. "You didn't look like you were meditating."
She shot him a sharp look. "Well, I was."
"Uh-huh," he replied, voice laden with skepticism. She stared ahead as he came to sit beside her. "You aren't scared?"
"It's nice. Up here. Alone."
"Is that a hint?"
"Why do you come so often?"
"It's nice. Up here," he replied, mimicking her. "With you." He looked down at her, because he was taller, just by a bit.
Raven looked up, and noticed the height difference. She remembered the most ridiculous thing as they stared at each other. There had been an article about how much taller a guy was supposed to be for you to be able to be compatible. For you to be able to be a "cute" couple. For you to be able to kiss easier…..
A/N: Please review. Pretty please. With a cherry on top. First Teen Titans fic, I have some Harry Potter ones….
