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Prompt: #1 – Introduction
There were many times Beast Boy was thankful for the brotherly advice Robin and Cyborg willingly offered.
"What do you mean you haven't defined the relationship?"
Other times, he wished they would just shut up and let him eat his tofu chicken salad sandwich in peace. The changeling lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, nibbling on the crust of his sandwich.
"Well?" Robin asked. He stood on the other side of the counter, his arms crossed and masked stretched with his arching eyebrow.
"What is there to define?" Beast Boy mumbled. "I like her. She likes me. We talk. We go out together. We have fun. We make ou-"
"Ah, no!" Cyborg stopped him with a firm grimace. "Don't need all the nitty-gritty details."
"Dude," Beast Boy started, setting his sandwich back on the place. "What did you expect we would do?"
"Don't know, don't care, don't need to ask."
Beast Boy blinked. "So, why are we having this conversation?"
"Because defining the relationship is essential."
"It is?"
"Absolutely." Robin nodded seriously.
"And why is that?"
"Well," Robin started. "It sets the terms and expectations of the relationship."
"So, you are telling me I should have sat down with Raven on our first date and listed the terms and conditions of this..." Beast Boy said slowly, resting his head on his palm and his elbow on the island counter. "Courtship? What is this a contract?"
"Well not on the first date," Cyborg assured. "But, at least by the fifth date. Personally, I like to think during the third date you should know where you stand, but that is just me."
"The sooner the better." Robin nodded.
Beast Boy's mouth scrunched to the side of his face, his anxiety rising a little. "What exactly needs to be figured out? I thought that only thing we needed to figure out is the feelings thing?"
"Well, how are you supposed to figure out your feelings are when things aren't clear?"
"Things seem pretty clear to me." Beast Boy nodded. "I like her. She likes me." He repeated slowly annunciating his words clearly. "Not sure what else we should figure out…"
"Well, are you allowed to date other girls?" Cyborg asked.
"I don't want to date other girls."
"Well," Robin drawled. "Let's just say or arguments sake, you met a nice girl at the comic book store. You talk. You have a lot in common, and she wants to exchange numbers and hook up sometime."
"I don't want another girl." Beast Boy repeated.
"I am not saying you want another girl." Robin informed. He leaned across the counter. "This isn't about what you want."
"This is about what you are free to do." Cyborg explained.
"That means I am clearly free to say no." Beast Boy smirked.
"Well, what if Raven meets someone at the bookstore?" Cyborg shrugged with a passive smirk. "Is she allowed to get another boy's number? Meet up with him for coffee."
"Raven doesn't like coffee." The green teen spoke sourly wrapping his hands around his glass of soy milk.
"I'm sorry." Cyborg admitted. "Is she allowed to meet this boy for tea?"
"There is no other boy." Beast Boy stated firmly.
"And you know this because…?" Cyborg drawled.
Beast Boy's mouth opened with lightening speed and with full fury.
"We aren't saying Raven is, well," Robin took a second to think of the least offensive word in this situation. "Like that but,"
"We just want you to consider the scenario." Cyborg added, finishing the statement. "If she met someone else, is she allowed to date them?"
"Raven is a big girl." Beast Boy answered flatly. "She is free to make her own choices."
"Yes, but would it be considered cheating?
"Would you have the right to be upset about it?" Robin added.
With his head resting on his forearm, he sulked against the cool counter while his other hand circled the rim of his glass. Bottom lip puckered out while the thoughts his friends presented swirled around his head, he couldn't help but wonder now. He was so sure before this conversation. Why did his friends have to open their big mouths?
"Have you discussed physical boundaries?" Robin questioned, trying to change the subject.
"Dude," Cyborg whined. "Really?"
"What? He obviously didn't want to talk about that, I was trying to change the subject."
"And I obviously don't want to talk about that!"
"I've talked to you about my extracurricular activities with Starfire."
"One: We were mutually trading stories on "extracurricular activities"." Cyborg quoted. "Two: Since I, and probably everyone else in this tower, caught you and Star on the couch expressing yourselves, so I already had a pretty good idea on your physical boundaries. And three: Ew. Just ew."
"Because that was a valid argument."
"I thought so."
"Well, that is one of the things you talk about when define the relationship."
"Well, I was hoping that we would keep it to labels."
"They don't have a label, so maybe they discussed other situations." Robin reasoned.
"You know just because you label, something doesn't mean specific conditions apply. I mean, Jinx called me her boyfriend, but we weren't exclusive in the beginning. It was just easier for her say that than explain the whole situation."
Robin chuckled nodding. "I can see that."
"See what?" A new voice spoke entering the kitchen. "And what have you done to Beast Boy?" Confusion mixed in with her usual monotone drawl.
The metal man and acrobat turned to see their green friend banging his head against the counter top repeatedly with a rhythmic thud.
"I think you broke him." Cyborg surmised.
Robin flinched each time his forehead smacked the counter. "I am pretty sure that was a team effort."
"Do I even want to know?" Raven wondered, shaking her head.
"We were giving him some friendly advice."
"That has ended with him trying to give himself a concussion." Raven sighed. She glanced over at the two. "Get out. I'll fix him."
The two were quick to obey.
Raven turned back to the boy she had been dating for the last few weeks, she felt herself soften. She walked over to him placing her palm against his forehead to stop the blow. "Gar."
His head lurched up, head turning to meet green eyes.
"Gar. You alright?" She asked hesitantly.
"No."
"No?"
"No." He answered confidently again.
Raven proceeded carefully. "Would you like to tell me what is wrong?"
Beast Boy took in a deep breath. "Before you say anything, I know that I shouldn't worry too much about what other people say because it doesn't matter what they think because what they think might not be right for me or not apply to me or not even make sense to me but the doubt." He heaved holding his head tightly. "I just couldn't help it, they started talking and talking and saying things and it got to me Rae." He blurted, his words lightening quick and in a sharp rhythm.
Raven's eyes were wide, her head slowly nodded. Thankfully, after all these years, she had become quite good at understanding his rants. "So, what's botheri-"
"What are we?" He asked before she could finish the question.
She stared at him, brows furrowing in thought. His distress rang clear; she didn't need to reach with her empathic powers to sense it. Raven just couldn't figure out why. "I don't understand."
"If we were at a party," Beast Boy spoke as he nervously fidgeted. "How would I introduce you to people?" He hesitated for a moment. "What would I call you?"
Her eyes softened with understanding. A grey hand gently rested on top of tense green ones folded together. She smiled a small smile. "You would say, 'I would like you to meet Raven, she is also a Teen Titan, and my girlfriend'."
"Girlfriend?" He asked, his voice was less nervous and a lot more hopeful.
"You could also say significant other, if you so choose." Raven chuckled. She took a seat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as his took their natural place around her waist. "I like you. You like me. We go on dates. I am not seeing anyone else. I-"
"I, too, am not seeing anyone else, and I don't want anyone else." He interrupted with confidence.
She smiled at the insistent tone. "So, you would introduce me as your girlfriend or a term equivalent to that. "
"How about boo?"
"Don't push your luck, lover boy."
