A/N: This is unrelated to all the other one-shots I've written.
One cold December morning, the Titans were sitting in the kitchen eating their breakfasts, chatting happily about their plans and missions and joking about, a normal day. Robin was trying to explain something to a very confused Starfire who was spreading mustard over her biscuits. Cyborg was arguing with Beast Boy over their food choices. Raven had her nose buried in a dusty old book as she sipped her herbal tea.
The doorbell rang, indicating that the mail had come.
Cyborg sprang up from his seat and rushed down to the front door, and came back moments later with a huge bag of fan mail. Everyone but Raven dug into the letters, squealing and grimacing and laughing as they read; the sorceress merely rolled her eyes and continued reading, glancing outside as clouds gathered outside, threatening to snow.
The doorbell rang again. This was unusual.
"Who wants to get it?" Raven asked, sounding bored.
"I will!" Starfire piped up, beaming, floating off her feet and going down to the bottom floor. When Starfire opened the front door, there was no one in sight, but when she looked down, she gasped.
A bouquet of beautiful blue roses was sitting on the porch, a small card buried in the middle of the bunched up flowers. Looking around, suspicious, she picked up the wondrous blue bouquet and looked at the card through the roses, not wanting to snoop. Her eyes widened at the one word scrawled on the visible part:
Raven
The From part was blank, and she eyed it. Who would give these to Raven? She shrugged, feeling happiness for her friend as she went back inside and traveled up quickly to the top floor, coming through the door to earn loud gasps from her friends.
"Are those for you?" Robin asked, awe written on his face.
"It is not; it is for Friend Raven!"
The Titans all gasped again and directed their slack-jawed gazes at the sorceress, who was just as stunned as the rest of them.
No one ever gave her anything, no one ever sent her anyone, so who had possibly given her this if the rest of the world ignored her?
Raven took the bouquet from her friend carefully, suspiciously, and plucked the card from the roses. She frowned at the fact that it was unsigned. She flipped it over and read it carefully, silently:
Your color is not red;
but it is fine,
your color must be blue;
will you be mine?
Her jaw dropped, and she shut her mouth quickly. The only answer to this was that it was some sort of prank. That was what it had to be. What else, though, could this be? She'd never met anyone, a civilian, mainly, who'd treated her the same way they usually treated Robin and Beast Boy. It was so foreign to her that a foul feeling rose up and smothered the tiny part of her that felt appreciated.
"What's it say?" Beast Boy asked impatiently, seeing Raven's dark look twist into a scowl. She walked over to the trash can and threw the bouquet in, crumpling the note into a tiny ball and dropping it in before heading towards her room.
"It was just a joke," Raven replied, thinking about the roses. There was no such thing as a real blue rose, so who had gone to the trouble of making them as real as they'd felt and smelled?
The rest of the Titans watched her leave, and they all rushed to the trash can, digging out the note and unwrinkled it. Starfire read it aloud to them, and it all left them surprised.
"Do you think this is a joke?" Starfire asked.
Robin shrugged, rereading and rereading the card again and again. "I can't tell."
Beast Boy looked like he was thinking hard. "I wonder who wrote it?"
"I can't find anything that would indicate who wrote it or why," Robin grumbled.
"Maybe someone does like her," Cyborg suggested, "there's a first time for everything, isn't there?"
The Titans looked to where Raven had disappeared around the corner, wondering what this meant.
A/N: Please review :)
