At long last, the final chapter that goes with Final Exam! Sorry it took so long. I kept wanting to drag this out and make it a really long big deal. But it was just a small part of the episode I was trying to expound on so I figure this much is pretty good to glean from it. Enjoy!
I don't own the Titans.
He knew they didn't always get along. He and Raven, they were two opposite ends of a magnet. They didn't get along and everybody knew it. But today was different, had been different. Now that they had lost Robin, everything had changed.
This was a really special occasion. Robin was gone. Starfire was sad, near crying. And here they were, Cyborg and Beast Boy. He was staring down the guy who was so close to being the very first friend he had ever had. Just yesterday, they had been laughing over some stupid TV show. Amazing the difference a day made. Now they were ready to go to blows over who knew what. Oh yeah, right. He remembered now.
Cyborg blamed them. As if he and Raven were supposed to stop them when all five of them had failed. Maybe if he had been able to think straight, he would have understood. But the truth was he didn't care. He was mad and frustrated. At that moment, he wanted to just beat something up. Even if it did happen to be a friend and teammate.
Before he had managed to even take a step forward, she had thrown an arm out in front of him. The angry haze that had filled his mind cleared slightly as she gave him a silent look. She just looked at him. No words, nothing. He knew she wouldn't try to stop him if he did try and fight. She would let him, but she was calm enough to know that he shouldn't. She'd be there to pick him up if he did fight. And he got the feeling that she might be there at his side if he chose to walk away.
He wanted to give in to his instincts. This was their territory. Those fools had kicked them out of their home, beaten their leader. Now the only thing he wanted to do was fight until they were all back home. Mento had always gotten after him for acting impulsively. When he had wanted to do something, nothing could have held him back except for several very stern words.
And apparently the dark girl who was standing next to him. It didn't take words to tell what she needed him to do. She needed him to keep a cool head. They were going to need it.
With a slow breath, he let it go. She squeezed his upper arm gently. Maybe in reassurance or comfort, but probably it was unintentional. As he let that anger fade and pushed his instincts back where they belonged, he made up his mind. The Titans might be finished, but he was going to stick with Raven. It just made sense. Magnets have to stick together.