A/N: This may or may not be a one-shot, you decide in the reveiws.

The Prank

Come on, just sit next to her. His mind warred on the proposition of trying to warm up to the dark empath he had known for several years now. He could try, but considering the prank he pulled this morning, maybe he shouldn't, considering the amount of damage she could do to him. Rae would never intentionally maim him, but a butt-whooping would follow any attempt at annoying her, like he did this morning. Honestly, he never meant to prank her. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That Morning…

Beast Boy had finally finished developing his latest prank; it was born from the recesses of his mind, and only meant for one person. He had gathered a whoopee cushion, filled with red Kool-Aid (very likely to stain), a special pillow off the couch, an anonymous love letter to Starfire (from Robin), fishing line, and a quart of oil from Cyborg's room. This prank wasn't necessarily meant for any particular person, but boy, was Beast Boy surprised when his target appeared.

Raven walked into the Ops room.

This prank was set so that someone would see the note, which would say READ on the back. This note would be attached to the fishing line, which would be attached to a pulley system, which held the quart of oil. Knowing Raven, she'd sit to read it, pulling the note and causing the oil to spill on her spot of the couch, and coincidentally her. Also knowing Raven, to release anger, she would punch and throw the nearest pillow, hers to be exact, which had the juice-filled cushion taped to the back. The cushion would explode in red when hit, then be thrown, splashing the red concoction all over the room and Raven herself. Which she did. Okay, maybe this prank was planned for her.

You could hear the ear-splitting scream of frustration in Steel City.

What followed may scar some viewers.

Beast Boy was in the security room, watching this fiasco go down until where Raven had stood an instant before, an angry, four red-eyed, tentacled demon now held the floor. Said demon stood menacingly in the Ops room, which in a blink of an eye, became demolished as the couch overturned, the TV shattered, the kitchen looking like a whirlwind hit it, and the communications system looking hauntingly fried. "Kill Beast Boy" It snarled.

In the security room, Beast Boy paled.

Presently…

Beast Boy felt horrible. He was ashamed; hell, he felt like he should be dead. That horrendous emotion called guilt. Raven, true to her spirit and anger, had given him lacerations and a concussion before Starfire waltzed in and intervened. Raven still healed him, to an extent. The cuts still burned like the Dickens, and his head pounded. He now had a new-found different fear of her. He wanted to sit down and apologize, and not one of his whimpered 'have mercy' cries of fear when she reacted. He had gone too far, and really pissed her off. He didn't expect Rae to apologize either. She was completely justified.

Finally he took the initiative and seated himself on the newly-acquired furniture, thanks to Cyborg and the great city of Jump, in the Ops room, which he had cleaned spotless. No signs of oil or Kool-Aid left.

"Hey, Rae, I'm…"

"Raven" she corrected, her face still remaining a grimace as she glanced up at him. Maybe this wouldn't be so easy. She glared. Not easy at all…

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