Okay. So I decided I wanted to add more to this story, but I had no idea what to do. And this just... happened. I don't even know. Let me know what you think! Thanks for the reviews, guys.

Lips pursed, I sat in a chair with a plate of untouched waffles in front of me. Raven had kindly prepared me a fresh plate for breakfast, one that had been warm twenty minutes ago. Since she set the meal in front of me I've been sitting and thinking.

Although, the thinking part was a bit hard when she decided it would be cool to sit directly across from me while she ate her own waffles.

She was done now, but she didn't get up. It startled me when she started to speak, though.

"Are you going to be okay?"

I could only assume my face resembled a deer caught in headlights. "Huh?"

She reached a hand across the table to grasp mine. "Vorbiţi engleză?"

I snatched my hand away with a scowl, "Kidogo tu."

Her hand snaked back down to her side. "I'm afraid I don't speak much of any African dialect. Sorry. Try German, or Sanskrit. Or select ancient languages." She stood, and my eyes trailed along the edges of my shirt on her curves.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to… get used to this sight in the morning.

Nuh-uh! Bad Gar!

"I see that this is a bit unsettling for you, perhaps I should chang-"

"No! " I leapt up after her, grasping her wrist. "I mean, uh," I released her and stood straight to scratch my neck. "I mean uh, don't bother. I'll just… I'll. Yeah, Imma go make sure I have all of my pants." And with that I scurried away to my room, waffles left behind.

.:..:..:.

"I'm just gonna play it cool, no worries," I tell myself in the mirror. "The fact that Raven wore my shirt does not affect me at all."

It was maybe three in the afternoon now, and time for training. I was back in my uniform and preparing myself for the spars that Nightwing had planned. I have no idea who he chose for partners, or how many rounds we were going, but I hoped against all odds that I'm not put with her.

Of course, there I stand a half hour later with Raven on the mats.

"All right," Nightwing started, "So we're all going to end up fighting against everybody before we're done today. I've started with who I see as the least combatable first. Mat one, Raven and Beast Boy. Beast Boy has greater strength and speed," He paused when I whooped in manly victory, "And Raven has a higher defense and intelligence."

And with that she smirked and my smile fell into a pout.

"Mat two, Starfire and Cyborg with near equivalent strength. Starfire with more speed and defense, Cyborg with more analytical skills. I'll be ref for the first round."

We nodded in understanding.

"Good. Titans, go!"

Raven wasted no time in throwing a blast of black energy right at my chest. "Woah!" I morphed into a mouse to dodge. I scurried over to where her shadow reached the mouse from where she hovered and shifted into bear to counterattack.

She moved out of the way and used her powers to smack the mat up into me, causing me to loose balance and fall back in human form.

I decided to make this interesting, so as I picked myself up and pounced on her in the form of a tiger I spoke. "You've been messing with me on purpose, haven't you?"

"I have no idea what you mean." She easily parried by throwing up a shield and teleporting behind me.

I whirled and had just enough time to jump out of the way of a dumbbell being tossed at my head. "You know you do. Why?"

She growled a bit, reaching out with her powers for an even heavier dumbbell to chuck at me. "Why what? Why are you having issues-" She ducked under my paw, "with maintaining your shirts?"

"No, why are you… screwing with my mind?"

"And how exactly is it that I've messed with your mind?"

She decided to change tactics and dropped to sweep my feet out from under me, but I jumped over her outstretched leg. However, she reached up and shoved at my stomach, causing me to land hard on my back.

"By… by making me feel-" I rolled out of the way from an incoming kick, "feel stuff."

I put my hands by my head and flipped myself up.

"No need to skirt around the topic, I know precisely what you felt."

Throwing a punch for her stomach in an upward hook, I managed a deep scowl. "I thought you weren't going to read our emotions without permission."

She wasn't able to block in time, and was sent flying across the mat, skidding about a foot. I ran towards her to continue my attack. "There are stronger emotions," She winced as she rolled away from my kick this time, "that I can't help but sense." She sunk into a portal on the ground. "Whether I want to or not."

The voice came from above me, and I turned right as she fell on me, pinning me in a rather awkward position. My right arm was pinned behind me, left pressed between our stomachs. Our legs were tangled, mine bent oddly outwards.

Her left arm pressed across my neck and her right was poised and ready to blast my face to bits. I heard silence, and I realized that Cyborg and Star had finished. I can't tell who won, because Raven's face is in front of mine and her hair curtains around our peripherals.

All I see are her indigo eyes, glittering and staring into my own green gaze. I can smell her lavender soaps, made up natural ingredients and intoxicating fragrances. I'm so overwhelmed that I don't notice our decreasing distance until she whispers to me.

"That's… odd."

"What is?" Why is my voice cracking?

"Your emotions are different than anything I've felt from you since…" She trailed off. "Since a very long time. I can't figure out what it is."

"Oh?" I mange weakly.

"Mmm, probably because I'm not reading you."

"That's probably a good thing."

She nods slowly, and her moving hair tickles at my face and neck. When she finally gets off of me, I find Nightwing looking at us intently, Cyborg sporting a smirk, and Starfire smiling brightly.

"Okay," our leader said, "Let us continue. Round two."

.:..:..:.

I was tired and rather beat up when I plopped onto my bed ten minutes ago. A knock sounded on my door, and I grunted. "Unlocked!"

"Doesn't the door reset itself every time the door closes?"

Raven, fabulous. "Yeah, just wanted to see who it was." I rolled off the bed with a loud thud and walked sluggishly over to the door to open it. "Whaddya want?"

She shoved me harshly into the room and closed the door behind her. Weaving her way around various obstacles on the floor, she guided me to the bed.

"Uhh…"

"Relax Gar," she pushed me into a sitting position on the bed and settled next to me, "I'm just checking to make sure you're okay."

"Well, damaged ego and pride but-" I stopped as she started to poke and prod. Her hands roamed over me, testing various parts of me for damage. When she pushed on my lower stomach and found me wincing, she went to work healing it.

I swallowed something dry and rough. "You're doing it again."

"What?"

"You know what."

"Actually, this time I'm feeling that unknown emotion from you right now." She removed her hands but leaned forwards a couple inches, stealing my breath. "I… I would like permission to read it."

I don't know what the emotion is myself, and I figure it must be nice to know. "If you promise to tell me what it is, then I give you my permission."

She nodded and closed her eyes, concentrating on my emotions. Her eyes shot open after a moment her mouth parting.

"Well, what is it?"

Her eyes bore into mine with such an intensity, I could have sworn she was leaning closer. So I figure, what would it hurt to lean in, too?

I'm met, however, with cold air as she falls into a portal.

It's only after a couple minutes of sitting there and staring at the wall that I realize she never told me what it was I was feeling.

"Gah, why am I stuck with merciless women!?" I burrow my head in my pillow. "Zees kiwwin' 'eh."

.:..:..:.

It's a week later and she acting as if nothing happened, as if we're just like we were a month ago. Everybody is sitting in the main ops room, Nightwing and Starfire cuddled up and flipping through the Newspaper. Cyborg is playing video games and Raven is stuck comfortably in the corner of the couch, reading and sipping tea.

I've just walked in, and watching Raven was infuriating me. She didn't seem to even remember anything that happened lately. She did seem to notice my anger, though. She reluctantly lifted her head and her curious eyes soon narrowed in bewilderment. "What?"

Now, I realized that when she said that the other three put their attention on us. But I really didn't care. Her play obliviousness pushed me off the cliff.

"What!?" I waved my arms around wildly, "What do you mean what? You are driving me insane!" I approach her with a hardening expression. She tries to lean back, but ends up flat against the couch as I get all up in her face. "What are you doing to me?"

"Uh-pah, um… wh-" She splutters senselessly. I shake my head violently.

"Nuh, you are going to tell me what game you're playing before I invade your personal space. Because you know that I will break everything in your room, including your mirror. I can't take this anymore, Rae."

She blinked her wide eyes and flapped her mouth. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Ahm, you want to know what you were feeling in your room?"

"That, too!" I moved closer yet. "You never told me!"

"I can't!"

"You just said you would!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

"Then just tell me!"

"Why are you wearing that shirt!?"

"Because it's mine!"

"When did you get it back!?"

"I stole it back from your laundry!"

"I would have given it back!"

"Raven! Stop getting off topic!"

She gripped my shirt and violently pulled me to her, smashing my lips onto hers. After two seconds, in which my eyes were as big as my skull, she shoved me off. "Is that on topic enough for you!?"

I fell back onto my rear, eyes still wide and lips still puckered. It was a solid thirty seconds later that I began functioning again. I scrambled to my feet and glared down at her. "Yes!"

"Good!" she hollered back before rising from the couch and stalking towards the door.

"Thanks for cooperating!"

"My pleasure!"

"I can't stand you!"

"I can't be around you for more than two minutes!"

"Glad we feel the same!"

"I'm going to borrow a shirt for tonight!"

"Take the North Face one, it's the comfiest!

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

She exited with a huff and the doors slid shut.

I turned around to face my audience, their mouths dropped open and brows raised. "What?"

Nightwing shook his head, "What was that?"

I crossed my arms, "She wanted to borrow a shirt to sleep in. So I let her. Problem?" He shook his head yet again, hair flopping this way and that.

"No, what was with the yelling match right there?"

"Oh," I smiled. "I think that means she hates me."

"And… you're cool with that?" Cyborg asked.

I shrug, "Hey. As long as she's kissing me like that, I'm game."

Starfire giggled. "Then I suppose you will have to do the purchasing of more shirts."

"Huh?" I scrunch my nose and look down to find eight finger sized tears on either side of my shirt's chest. "Oh."

I don't even know. XD