Poetry
A tiny idea inspired by a headcanon I saw on tumblr and set just after the team defeated Trigon.
Beast Boy wandered through the common room in the dark, intent on the cold pizza he'd been dreaming about until he woke up at 2 am. As he walked, he noticed a dim light coming from the couch. He walked over curiously and peeked over the back. Raven was there, on her back and tapping a notepad with a pencil. She looked up in surprise at Beast Boy.
"Oh! Hello Beast Boy. What time is it?" she asked.
"Two in the morning, Rae. Just on my way to beat the munchies, y'know?" he said with a grin. Raven smiled up at him and his own grew brighter in exchange. It was true she was still her old self but, so soon after defeating her father and realising she had a life to live after all, that smile appeared more often, at least for now.
"Looks like I lost track of time," she said, but made no move to get up. Beast Boy went to the fridge and retrieved his snack before returning to Raven.
"Whatcha doin', anyway?" he asked, taking a bite. Raven frowned at her notes.
"I've been trying to write," she answered vaguely.
"Like a diary?" Beast Boy tried. Raven shook her head.
"No. Poetry. I find it helps me express my emotions when I can't do it personally," she explained. Beast Boy nodded in understanding and smiled.
"So why the frown?" he prodded. Raven's eyes slid away from the notepad and him for a moment.
"Unsurprisingly, my poetry is usually quite... somber," she said. Beast Boy chuckled.
"Yup. Not surprised."
"Yet now, all I can come up with is something light. And kind of silly," she admitted. Beast Boy was definitely interested now.
"Yeah? Let's hear it!" he said, zipping around and lifting Raven's feet from the couch before sliding in and dropping her legs in his lap. She glared at him uselessly as he stared with shining eyes.
"Fine...
"There was a girl from Azarath
Whose father was evil and wrath.
She started to waiver
But her friends came to save her
And ended up kicking his ass."
Beast Boy laughed out loud, so much so that with a smile, Raven sat up and started to shush him, slapping her hand over his mouth. He calmed down and signaled she could release him.
"It's perfect, Rae. Perfect." She looked back at him and then at the limerick.
"It'll do."
THE END