A/N: This fic started because my grandfather did to me what Robin did to Raven, and he was serious! UGH! I actually have the thing written, but I'm rewriting it in my new, deeper style, like I write 'Daughter Of Darkness' (see my profile) in. So annoying. I try to explain that you can't rush writing or it reads badly, but does he understand? Noooooo! Lol, I've been a rare ranter before this fic, it's kinda fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans!
Raven slowly walked into the living room. Beast Boy knew she was angry without even looking at her. When he did look, he saw that her eyes were a deep crimson.
"Hey Rae; what's wrong?" he asked.
Her hands clenched into fists.
"Robin." she growled. "He doesn't understand the process of writing a novel! I let him read a few chapters of my work, and now he's been hounding me ever since about when am I going to finish it!"
B.B's eyes widened, "Dude! You're writing a novel? Sweet!" he exclaimed.
"It would be, if Robin would leave me alone!" she shouted; a black aura was beginning to leak out of her. "Today, he said that I had the choice of either finishing my novel, and making millions, or flipping burgers at Burger King. As if all I'm capable of is writing! I have a brain. I'm planning on going to college and majoring in Literature, but no! It doesn't matter! I'm good for nothing, but writing!" Raven cried, and then clenched her teeth , fighting back curses. "Idiot! I'll show him! I'll show them all!" she muttered.
"All?" Beast Boy thought; had this happened before?
Raven started to rant in a mocking imitation of Robin; "Raven, all your achievements, and intelligence are worth nothing! All you're good for is flipping whoppers at BK, you- you ne'er-do-well! Got that novel done? No? Well, guess you know what you'll be doing for a career; that's right a burger flipper peon!" on and on she went with no end in sight…
Little did Beast Boy know that this rant had another part, and it was soon to come.
And the devious next part will be based on what
happened to me…
Loss of my creative spirit. Temporarily, of
course.