This chapter turned out a lot longer than I thought it would be, which isn't necessarily bad I suppose… Oh well! Thanks for such wonderful reviews!
Raven was already buckled up when Beast Boy entered the back. In her hands she held a worn leather book, her eyes skimming quickly over the yellow-tinged pages. Beast Boy raised a green eyebrow. "Did you bring that when we went out for ice cream?"
Raven shook her head without looking up. "I keep one in the car for when I think I'll need distraction sometime in the immediate future. Cyborg said we are going out for pizza, right? You two act like little children whenever we are there." She flipped a page.
"Do you go anywhere without a book?" Beast Boy asked.
"Do you go anywhere without having to tell obnoxious jokes?" was the emotionless reply.
"I don't even get what's so exciting about that kind of thing," Beast Boy continued, pulling his seat belt on, undeterred by her sarcastic response.
"Reading?"
"No. Yes! I mean, um… just books in general. Dude, they don't even have a screen! What would make someone sit in front of a book for hours on end just to read something?!" Beast Boy threw his hands in the air as if to somehow emphasize his point.
Raven rolled her eyes. "Yes, because you sitting on the couch in front of a T.V. screen is so unlike sitting on a couch and reading, besides the fact that video games rot your brain. That is, if you had one," she added, going back to her book.
Beast Boy was about to reply with a witty remark which would probably only prove Raven's point more when Starfire opened the door. "Excuse me friend Beast Boy, would you mind moving over so that I am able to accompany my friends to the place of pizza?"
"Sure Star." Beast Boy slid over beside Raven, and Starfire slipped into the car. A moment later, Cyborg and Robin entered the vehicle in the front, Robin shotgun and Cyborg driving.
"Ready ya'll?!" Cyborg asked, revving the engine. Robin pulled his seat belt on, aware that the hungrier Cyborg was, the faster the car would go. The T-car pulled out into city traffic at about sixty miles per hour. Apparently Cyborg wasn't as hungry as usual, Robin observed, his hands glued to the sides of his seat as Cyborg began swerving around other cars on the street. They were in the parking lot of their usual pizza place, the Pizza Corner, within five minutes.
"Boo-ya!" Cyborg exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. "Pizza time!" He leapt out of the car, leaving the other occupants of the vehicle to catch their breath and swallow their breakfast. Raven was the first one out, taking only a precious moment to recover and then proceeding on to read her captivating book. Beast Boy was quick to follow, the book verses T.V. argument not yet resolved in his mind.
"Wait Raven," he called, catching up to her and keeping pace. "You can't really believe T.V. rots your brain!?"
"You're living proof," Raven replied, her nose still in her book.
"Hey! I take pride in my video games I'll have you know." Beast Boy glanced over his shoulder at the T-car. Robin was helping Starfire out of the back. "Besides, anything that you can focus on for more than ten minutes deserves that kind of devoted attention!"
"Beast Boy, I'm reading."
"Plus, there's a whole variety of video games you can play!" he continued, oblivious. "Zombie killing games, hunting games, dance games…"
"Beast Boy, I'm trying to read," Raven attempted again.
"And of course if you get bored you can always switch to watching T.V. shows, and then there's a whole new world out there to explore! Comedy, action, romance, horror…"
"Beast Boy." Raven closed her book.
"Horror's the best though. There's nothing like clutching a blanket in fear on the couch at one in the morning while watching terror marathons. I'll tell ya, I've had my fair share of those nights. Makes me wonder how I can even get up to go to the bathro-." Beast Boy cut off as a shimmering black-encased book slammed into his face. The leather book fell to the ground to reveal Raven facing the shape-shifter, the fist at her side aglow with black. "Hey?" Beast Boy questioned, picking up the book. "Weren't you reading this?" Raven opened her hand and the book flew into her palm. Flipping through the pages once again, she turned and began walking away as if nothing had happened. Beast Boy rubbed his nose, grinning, and scampered to the entrance of the Pizza Corner, graciously pulling open the door for Raven and bowing overdramatically as he thought a good "boyfriend" should. Beast Boy was playing into his part convincingly, but Raven just passed through without a look in his direction.
"Hey, thanks Beast Boy," Robin commented, walking inside with Starfire.
"Yes, many joyous thanks, friend!" Starfire added with a generous smile.
"No problem folks! I'll be here all… these next three seconds!" he exclaimed with a glance down at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Two… one… Done!"
Starfire giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Robin lifted an eyebrow. "You really thought that was funny?"
"Oh, I do not understand many of Beast Boy's jokes," she explained, "as I do not understand many phrases used here on Earth, but I do find him quite whimsical."
Robin smirked, glancing at the shape-shifter who was in a mad dash to get to his usual seat before anyone else could take it, nearly tripping over various chairs as he did so. "I'll agree with that."
"Cy! No! That's my seat, dude! Don't take it!" Robin could hear Beast Boy's familiar protests all the way across the restaurant. The leader grinned and made his way through the fallen seats to their usual table.
Raven sat down in her typical chair underneath a shady umbrella. She took a moment to draw her attention to Cyborg and Beast Boy, who were fighting over whose spot was whose. This happened every time the Titans went out for pizza; it was the main reason Raven brought a book with her for distraction. After a quick observation, she decided that the two should know better than to try to push her from her seat, especially after previous conflicts. She could still hear Beast Boy's knees knocking together with fear as he slipped into a different chair. True, she had been a little harsh, but there was a limit to how much sun she could take. One hundred and six degrees Fahrenheit out with the cheerful birds chirping and Beast Boy receiving all the shade was bound to cause more than a little irritation. Raven's focus slid back to her book as Robin and Starfire sat down.
A blonde waitress sporting a red blouse appeared, dishing out menus to the occupants of the table. By the smooth way she was careful to avoid the two Titans still wrestling on the ground, it was obvious she'd served the team before. "Have any drinks in mind?"
"Lemonade," Robin requested.
"I will have the Mist of Sierra," Starfire announced. It took the waitress a few seconds before she comprehended what Starfire was asking for.
"Water," Raven stated, aware that there was no tea in a pizza place.
The waitress jotted down the orders. "Alright. Anything for these two?" she asked, gesturing to Beast Boy and Cyborg's tangle of arms and legs.
"Root- Beer- !" Beast Boy managed to call out.
Cyborg sat up, rubbing his head. "Coke."
Beast Boy leapt for his prize seat, amazingly managing to land dead center in the chair. "Ha ha, gotcha Cy!" he exclaimed, swaying in a circular motion. With a huff, Cyborg took the other open spot between Starfire and Beast Boy. Beast Boy beamed a toothy grin as Robin picked up a menu.
"So, what should we order?" he asked, regretting it immediately as the question triggered another argument.
"Triple meat toppings!" Cyborg exclaimed.
"Veggie special!" Beast Boy shouted in the same breath. The two locked their gazes.
During the argument that followed, Raven finished the current chapter in her book and received the water she ordered. Sighing, she shut the cover closed. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus with the two children arguing beside her.
"Dude, I'm a vegetarian! That's like making me eat myself! Even though I might be delicious, that's still disgusting!" Beast Boy was shouting.
"I'm a growing man, man! Gotta have my meat!" Cyborg retorted. Raven glanced at Starfire and Robin. The two were talking, their voices rose only loud enough to hear each other over the ruckus.
Beast Boy took in another breath to protest once more against Cyborg when he found himself unable to speak. He glanced down to see a mass of black magic covering his mouth. Raven, sipping from her glass of water, lowered her hand and the magic dispersed.
"Just get half meat and half vegetables. Problem solved," she resolved blankly.
Beast Boy's eyes grew wide. "You can do that?" he asked, aghast.
Raven rolled her eyes. "You've eaten at this place how many times?"
The waitress appeared once more, a pen and pad in hand. "Dare I ask if you have decided what to order?"
"Half of the veggie special and half the triple meat combo," Robin said calmly, who had been listening in. The waitress nodded, scratching down the order, and then left, only to leave Cyborg and Beast Boy with nothing to argue about. Not that they weren't capable of creating a problem just for the sake of disagreement. This time though, Beast Boy had something else in mind.
"Let's play a game!" he suggested.
"A game," Robin repeated, slightly intrigued but also wary. Beast Boy's games tended to be dangerous… and stinky. He could still remember the day when he walked into the main room to discover Cyborg and Beast Boy fleeing from a large, glowing black wad of something that faintly smelled like sewage and Beast Boy's room. Leaned up against the wall, Raven's hand was aglow with magic, a sign that the original game had probably gone far from its initial purpose. When Robin had questioned what was going on, the only response he got was, "Stinkball." With these thoughts in mind, it was only natural that Robin was cautious. Starfire, however, had no such concerns.
"A game? What game do you speak of?" she asked curiously.
"An awesome game," Beast Boy answered, as always trying to draw out whatever attention he got.
"Uh huh," Cyborg doubted. "And what is the 'supposed' name of this 'supposedly' awesome game? Man, it had better not be whoever can spit the furthest again, 'cause you know the last time we tried that-."
"No, no, Cy," Beast Boy waved his palm quickly so not to bring up the mention of the previous spitting contest including angry birds and the police. "This game is something so much better than that. It towers over other lesser games such as I Spy and Twenty Questions. This game is the game of all non-electronic games!"
"I'm on the edge of my seat," Raven muttered impassively.
"This game," Beast Boy continued without pausing a beat, "is Would You Rather?!" He was now standing on the top of his chair, arms spread wide as if to present the game to the world. The other Titans observed him, long use to his exaggerated behavior. Starfire was the first to respond.
"Please friend Beast Boy, how do you play this game?" the girl asked.
Beast Boy dropped back to his seat. "Simple, Star. One of us has to come up with two different scenarios and ask the rest which they would rather choose. If you can't or won't answer the question, then you lose. Last one standing wins!"
"I think she's still a little confused, BB," Cyborg said, gesturing to Starfire's face, which was as blank as a sheet of paper. "Maybe an example would help."
"Oh, okay. Um… Would you rather… eat vegetables or meat?" he asked with a swift glare in Cyborg's direction before making sure Starfire understood. "Then you would answer what you preferred."
"This sounds quite interesting. I would like to participate," Starfire volunteered, unnecessarily raising her hand. Grinning, Beast Boy shifted his gaze to the other occupants of the table.
"Why not?" Robin shrugged.
"As long as it doesn't involve any shenanigans of yours," Cyborg added, pointing a finger at the green shape-shifter. The smile on Beast Boy's face widened, and he turned to the last member of the team. Leaning over to Raven, he elbowed her shoulder gently so not to irritate her and earn another bruise on his face. Her dark eyes met his.
"Yes?" she asked dangerously.
"Come on Rae, please?" Beast Boy pleaded. "It's more fun when everyone is playing! Besides, we're supposed to hang out together today, remember?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. We can 'hang out' later." Raven reached for her book. "I'd rather read." She had barely flipped a page when Beast Boy decided to pluck the book from her fingers. Raven went ridged, and the whole team sucked in a breath as she started slowly turning onto Beast Boy with a look a lioness might give her prey.
Beast Boy, well aware of what he was doing but foolish enough not to return the book, stepped back. "If you play, then I'll give you back the book." Raven silently moved closer and Beast Boy's courage turned tail rather than facing the girl's anger head on. "O-or I'll give you back the book right now and y-you'll still play…?"
Blackness spread across the leather cover, and the book jerked out of Beast Boy's hand, pausing to hover over his head threateningly. Beast Boy squeezed his eyes shut, prepared for what was to come. He had suffered Raven's wrath before; it was better just to get it over with.
"Fine."
Beast Boy opened his green eyes. Raven's book was in her hands. "W-what?"
"If you're that eager for me to play, then fine, I'll play." She faced him. "But never take anything of mine again or you'll find this book's spine in better condition than yours." Her pale fingers ran smoothly along the leather cover like she was underlining Beast Boy's threat.
Beast Boy nodded, ignoring the cold drip of sweat trailing down his cheek, and faced everyone else. "O-okay-dokey, now that we've finally got a full team playing, who wants to go first?"
"I wish to be the first to engage in this game of Rathering," Starfire offered, again raising her arm. Robin gently pulled her hand down.
"You don't need to do that every time, Star," he informed, "but you're welcome to go first." Starfire nodded at him before scrunching her nose, thinking hard over what she should ask, but also appearing as if she smelled something bad. After a moment, her face cleared. "I have it!" the girl exclaimed. "Would you rather be a stinermite or a snervian blork worm?" The rest of the team, none having the faintest idea what either Tamaranean word meant, glanced at each other.
"Uh, gee Star, that's a hard one," Robin began, rubbing the back of his neck.
"So you give up?" she asked excitedly.
"Uh, not quite…," he continued, trying to decide what choice to take that would hopefully be the least weird. The first word almost sounded like stalagmite, but it was doubtful the meaning was even close to the same thing. The second though, had the word worm in it, and Robin deduced that anything referencing a worm was probably pretty disgusting. "I choose… the stigenmite…," the young detective decided hesitantly.
"Stinermite?" Starfire corrected.
"Yes that."
A small giggle escaped Starfire, but before Robin could ask what a stinermite was, she turned to her other teammates. "And your Rathering?" she asked.
The rest of the Titans chose their answers, each response drawing more laughs from Starfire. When they were finished, she had a wide smile on her face. "Oh, friend Beast Boy, you are right; this game is quite enjoyable!"
"Uh, yeah! Glad you like it!" Beast Boy replied quickly.
"Alright ya'll, Cyborg's turn!" Cyborg shouted. "And I've been thinking about this one for a while!" He paused dramatically, leaning back in his chair. He'd considered coming up with a question to embarrass Beast Boy and Raven, but Robin had made him promise to leave them alone which Cyborg intended to do: for now. So instead he produced what he thought would be a difficult question in general. "Would you rather fight Trigon again or have to smell Beast Boy's underpants for a full minute?" His question was a difficult one for the team, save Beast Boy of course, who chose his underwear as he was used to the stench and wore it every day; at least that's what he said. A full minute dragged past until the next response. Surprisingly, it came from Raven.
"The latter," she sighed.
"Aw Rae, I'm touched!" Beast Boy placed a hand over his heart. "I didn't know you cared so much!"
Raven rolled her eyes. "It's not a complement."
Robin, after a moment's consideration, nodded. "I'd have to agree. When it comes down to Trigon or laundry day, the end of the world seems a little worse than Beast Boy's underwear."
"True," Starfire corresponded. "The destruction of a planet is not less important than the smell of a piece of fabric."
"I dunno about that," Cyborg muttered, resting his head in his hand. "BB's clothes stink something terrible," He flicked the candy-cane colored straw in his glass, sending it spinning around like a miniature propeller. "I had to do laundry this week."
"Pftttt, everyone has to do laundry, Cy. I don't know why you're complaining," Beast Boy scoffed. "It's not like we try to get them dirty!"
"Yeah, but I don't exactly wear any clothes," Cyborg sniffed. "Why do I gotta clean all ya'll outfits when I don't wear one? I've got enough hours to fill when it comes time to polish my gears!"
"Beast Boy, is it not your turn to offer the Rathering?" Starfire ventured in an attempt to stop the developing quarrel. The shape-shifter took the bait. He stretched his arms out, cracking his fingers.
"You'd bet it is! Prepare to be dumbfounded, newbies! I've got the perfect questions up my sleeves!" Beast Boy already had the game down to a simple science. With his first question, he would have Cyborg and Starfire pitted against each other with their contrary opinions. Cyborg would probably dumbfound Star when he got the chance for another question, which wouldn't be difficult as she didn't really understand the game anyway. Robin would be out next, then Cyborg. Beast Boy would try to keep Raven in as long as possible. It was rare that she was involved in group events and Beast Boy planned to keep her participating for the whole game until he won. It was a shame that the boy couldn't dedicate such focus and commitment to other activities.
"Alright," Beast Boy said. "My question is, if you had to choose, would you rather give up your computer or your pet never to see it again?" Raven and Robin were both very indifferent with their answers, but Starfire promptly proclaimed that she would never trade her snuggly Silky for something cold and hard and non-huggable such as a computer. Cyborg was instantly on his feet, relaying a spiel of information about computers, that they were not cold and hard and in fact could turn out to be quite warm after several hours of use. The arrival of pizza interrupted their argument. Differences or not, pizza was pizza.
After everyone finished settling down and the slices were dispersed, the game continued with Raven. She seemed uninterested as she asked, "Would you rather always be hot or cold?"
"Cold obviously," Cyborg answered, chewing on a large slice topped with pepperoni, bacon, and sausage. "I mean, I have to walk around with this equipment attached to me all the time, and I'll tell ya, it can get to glacial temperatures in the winter." He tapped his metal shoulder. "I couldn't be better equipped."
Beast Boy responded next, slurping a liter of Coke up his straw and then releasing a burb that could have shaken the whole building. "Easy!" he grinned, wiping his mouth as the team recovered from his public display of uncleanliness. "Hot, 'cause that's how I look to any girls who are nearby!" He kissed his arms where biceps might have been if he had any amount of muscle in the skinny limbs, temporarily forgetting that the only girl he had to worry about thinking he was hot was his "girlfriend". Raven raised an eyebrow, for once keeping whatever retort that was brewing in her mind to herself. Sometimes Beast Boy could make it too easy.
"I agree with Cyborg, but for different reasons," Robin said. "At least if I'm cold, it's not really sticky or uncomfortable; I'm more numb. I would hardly notice after a few hours."
"I choose cold," Starfire decided.
"Really?" Robin questioned. "Why? I'm not saying it's wrong!" he added hastily as Starfire moved to look at him. "I'm just wondering! I only thought you would choose hotness… err..."
An evil smirk spread across Cyborg's face. Just because he couldn't make fun of Raven and Beast Boy didn't mean that Robin was off limits. "Because you were thinking just about how hot Starfire is?" he chuckled.
"No! Shut up!" Robin hissed though gritted teeth.
"Is something the matter, Robin?" Starfire asked, concerning for her friend. "Have you received the burn of sun on your face? You are red!" She reached a hand out.
"I'm fine!" Robin exclaimed, flustered.
"You sure Robin? I think we should have Starfire examine your 'injury'," Cyborg snickered.
Beast Boy joined in. "Yeah! We can leave you two alone while she 'takes care' of you."
"Guys!" Robin's cheeks were now matching colors with the tomato sauce on his plate. Eventually Raven, after having her fill of entertainment at his expense, came to their leader's rescue.
"So Starfire, why did you choose hot?" she reminded, the only hint to her amusement a small glint in her eye.
"Oh yes!" the girl recalled, forgetting about Robin much to the boy's relief. "Tamaraneans are immune to certain levels of the cold."
"That's it?" Beast Boy asked after a moment of silence. "Dude, I thought it would be something so much more exciting after all that, like if you got really cold then you'd gain super awesome powers! Kinda like how that weird pimple thing on your forehead gave you laser eyes!"
Starfire shrugged.
"Gah, whatever. Robin, your turn," Beast Boy sighed. Robin took a deep breath. His embarrassment was slowly fading, along with the red tinge to his cheeks, but his heart still pounded behind his ribs. Due to his humiliation, the leader now resolved to repay Beast Boy and Cyborg in full. How he would do it was the question. He needed something that would affect at least one of them; something that would make them forfeit the game or create unease at any rate. Anything… but what? A mischievous idea crept into his sharp-witted mind and took shape.
"Would you rather," he began, pausing to create dramatic effect, "be entirely human, but at the cost of another's life, or sacrifice your humanity in order to save that person?" Everyone blinked. No one had been expecting such a serious question. All of the Titans, save for Robin, were not truly human: Cyborg was a cyborg, Starfire an alien, Raven a half demon from another dimension, and Beast Boy a green shape-shifter. Robin had been targeting Cyborg and Beast Boy, but unintentionally formed a question that applied to the whole team. Silence filled the air as each person thought how their individual lives might be affected if they were not as they were now. Robin blinked, realizing only now how hard his question was. Suddenly feeling a bit like he was intruding, he rubbed the back of his neck, about to take back the inquiry, but Beast Boy had already opened his mouth.
"I guess… that I would-." Beast Boy was cut off as a large bird shot by in a flurry of white feathers and crashed into an empty table behind them. In a moment the Titans were on their feet, all squabbles temporarily forgotten, for lying on the cracked table was not a bird but a great moth equal to the mass of a slightly oversized microwave.
"Titans!" an infamous voice called, drawing the team's attention to the sky. Hovered above the roof of the Pizza Corner was…
"Killer Moth," Robin frowned. "Escaped from jail again?"
"That's right, Robin," Killer Moth replied, the enormous gray wings attached to his backbone ruffling slightly, "and I have you initially to thank for my time spent in there. This is my way of expressing such gratitude." The oversized moth-man whipped his hand out in Robin's direction, and the moth crouching beside the broken remains of the table came alive. Robin's staff was in his hand within seconds, spinning like a helicopter. The moth rebounded off of his whirling pole and disappeared over the side of the building.
"Is that all you've got?" Robin questioned, but then froze in surprise upon catching sight of banks of airborne moths beside Killer Moth; his little puppets.
"No Robin, that is not 'all I've got'," Killer Moth chortled before he sent the mass of moths forth to attack.
"Man, don't these villains ever learn?" Beast Boy complained as he was swept under the crowd of moths.
Raven watched the police push a handcuffed Killer Moth into the back of an armored vehicle, no doubt sending the villain back to jail where he belonged. Lying scattered on the surrounding pavement was an abundance of unconscious moths, once again in their original pink larvae forms. The battle had not lasted very long, but left in its wake a significant mess. Raven sighed, removing a gray chunk of fur from her hair. Nothing had escaped the reaches of the moths. First thing she would do when she got home was take a shower.
Starfire had long since flown to the tower to check up on Silky and discover what damage her pet might have caused. Silky had once been a "killer moth" himself before Killer Moth was defeated the first time. Beast Boy had decided it would be a good idea to sneak the larvae into the tower, and then, when he was threatened to be caught, leave it in the hands of innocent Starfire. Eventually the team determined that no real danger would come from the creature and it was deemed 'Silky'. While ultimately Silky was now Starfire's pet, Beast Boy was the one who had brought him into the tower. And here comes the guilty party now, Raven thought as she eyed an approaching Beast Boy.
"Dude! First Dr. Light and now Killer Moth! Is it get out of jail free day?" he asked, brushing gray fur from his shoulders. Receiving no response from Raven, he continued. "Though I guess it was a good thing that Killer Moth interrupted our game. I was about to wipe the floor with everyone!"
"Come again?" Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Well," Beast Boy proceeded, pleased that she had granted him her attention, "the game was all mine; anyone could see it! I had the whole thing planned out up until the very end, Rae. First, there were five. Then there were four, no three! Two! And finally, only one left standing: me! There was no way I could have lost!"
"Such a brilliant plan," Raven rolled her eyes, her words dripping with sarcasm, "but, as I recall, it wasn't even your turn, and Robin had a pretty perplexing question."
"Pft, details, details," Beast Boy scoffed, waving his hand, and ignoring the fact that he didn't know what perplexing meant. "It was only a matter of time."
"Yes, and speaking of time, I think it's about time you wake up to reality. I have no doubt in my mind that you had no chance of winning that game," Raven sighed, turning around. She knew she was only being baited into an argument, and with Beast Boy of all people. He would do anything for a little attention, and alas that was exactly what Raven was giving him. It was so easy though; he was practically begging for the insults. She pulled up her hood, pausing to get rid of another fistful of moth hair hidden in the fabric. The shower, and now the washing machine too, beckoned her.
"Really? And who else would have won?" Beast Boy questioned, the hint of a challenge mounting in his voice. When Raven didn't respond, he frowned slightly. Raven could give a good argument sometimes, but just when she was starting to give a distinct possibility of wanting to battle it out with him, she would just turn away. But, foolishly, Beast Boy wasn't about to give up quite yet. "You can't think you would have won. Come on, Rae, your question wasn't even hard! Funny," he admitted, recalling Robin's embarrassment which had sparked because of the inquiry, "but easy. You could never beat me!" Beast Boy braved.
"I said I'd play; I didn't say that I would try," Raven replied impassively.
"Even if you were trying, there would be no way you could win," Beast Boy stated daringly, "so I guess I understand your reluctance to play when you know you're only going to lose!"
Raven, not one to back away from such a statement, whipped around to face the green shape-shifter. She loomed over him, eyes dangerously narrowed. Beast Boy couldn't help but swallow; perhaps he had gone a little far with such a bold challenge. Raven opened her mouth.
"Would you rather have to kill your friend or your friend have to kill you?"
It could have been a threat, but the way Raven said it was simply like she wanted to know. Although it was difficult to tell; she always spoke in such an emotionless voice. Beast Boy opened his mouth, but nothing came out. With an intimidating Raven so close to him and such a sudden, surprisingly difficult, question, Beast Boy couldn't think of an answer. Satisfied, Raven moved back, subtle victory in her eyes. As she flew off, Beast Boy blinked, trying to understand what had just happened. Only when Raven had disappeared into the distance did he fully realize that he had been bested: again. A slow smile spread over his lips. She might have beaten him today, but he would catch her off guard with something someday. It was only a matter of time.
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