Birds of a Feather
Raven was lying on her bed, in her pyjamas, deep in thought whilst finishing off a cup of hot chocolate, getting ready to go to sleep in her room which, as usual looked as though somebody had ransacked and upended several large bookshelves in a gothic bookstore. With books lining the walls all around her room in small and large piles corkscrewing towards the ceiling and several large tomes covered in strange runes scattered around the middle of the floor along with the odd CD which Raven had recently taken accustomed to listening to while reading. There was the occasional strange looking item on a surface here and there and a few, very dusty looking stuffed animals on top of her wardrobe; not that she ever really looked in it as all she ever wore apart from her titans costume were her pyjamas which consisted off a shirt several sizes too big for her and a pair of short shorts which were as dark as her robes; which currently hung on the back of her door, which was closed.
Her windows were shuttered, blocking out the storm and the pounding rain falling outside .Her light was off, as usual, Ravens room was by far the darkest in Titan Tower. It wasn't just the kind of dark that was a simple lack of any of light present in the room; it was the kind of dark that made the active effort of making a room darker, almost unnaturally dark. Raven said that it matched her mood whenever one of the other titans stumbled their way into her room.
Not to say Raven was unhappy, she was quiet content with her present situation. She had been living in Titan Tower for 4 years now, and while she hated being banished from Azarath… Her home, she was safe here, and she had her friends around her 24-7… Raven stopped for a moment and contemplated this thought. Friends… Yes they must be, she thought to herself, over the years she had come to care for her four living partners and embrace their eccentricities and flaws.
Starfire, while her constant cheerfulness had been a severe irritation on more than one occasion along with her complete lack of knowledge of the ways of earthlings, not to mention personal space. She had been a real emotional support and as the only other female inhabitant of Titan Tower she was not the worst person to talk to when she was in one of those extremely rare moods for a "girly gossip".
Cyborg, while he was gruff and often moody or otherwise pre-occupied with either his car, food or new video games had been almost like an older brother to her during her time here. Always understanding when she was in the mood to talk, or needed to talk, and knew when it was best to just leave her alone, this level of understanding was of great comfort to Raven when something was wrong.
Robin… Raven didn't even know where to begin with that child. Because a child was exactly what he was… a sidekick with a boy wonder complex and the delusion that he was the only person in the tower whose opinion meant a damn thing because he trained with some big shot hero out in Gotham City. That said he was a good leader for the team and some of his little toys were kinda cool… Raven looked back on her first couple of weeks at Titan Tower and how stupid she was for having a crush on that guy. Even taken to mumbling "Robins and Ravens two birds of a feather" when nobody was around… the mortifying thought of it now was not even worth talking about.
While she was on the mental topic of Robin, Raven suddenly found herself getting annoyed at his relationship with Starfire all over again. Yeah it was cute first starting out and it did make Raven feel kinda in want of a boyfriend, maybe, not really. But these days there were constantly on again and off again sporadically arguing and having sex whenever they felt like it… or more whenever Robin felt like it, which annoyed Raven for two reasons. One – Robin had poor Starfire wrapped around his extending smashing stick, no pun intended. And Two – due to the fact her room was located in-between Robin and Starfires room so whenever things were good with them she was the first to know.. Way too much information for any broody slightly sexually frustrated teenage superhero to take…
And there was Beast Boy. Raven decided not to let her thoughts linger too long on Beast Boy…
Raven lay there on her bed which was half covered in old tomes, written in tongues nobody else on the planet would ever be able to read. As she lay there she allowed herself a rare smile at how the last 4 years had gone, save the world by day and eat pizza with the others before retiring to her room for reading at night. It was a nice way to exist but as of late she was starting to feel…lonely, except lonely couldn't be the right word, after all she the others around her all the time but she was starting to feel like she needed somebody to talk about ideas, life, death and maybe even the occasional discussion about music and films too … the others in the tower were just a little too… childish, for her. As great as they were as friends sometimes she just felt like she needed somebody who could actually hold an intellectual conversation with her without their eyes glazing over… somebody who … got her…
A loud alarm pierced through her train of thought and snapped her out of her reverie. Looks like it was time for work, with nothing but a tired sounding groan of annoyance and a creak from her wrought iron bed she got to her feet and grabbed her robe and chucked them on over her pyjamas. This shouldn't take long…