A/N: This update came out a little more awkwardly than I would have liked. I channel Beast Boy far easier than I do Raven, but I think I got the tone I was looking for. Read and review, please—and check out Judd Winnick's Titans #4 and especially #5. Why? Because it's looking more and more like Beast Boy and Raven are heading toward a relationship. If you like the couple, show some support and pick those two comics up.

This one takes place during Sisters. Because, you know, giant chickens equal love.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Don't put your trust in walls
'Cause walls will only crush you when they fall
– Ray Lamontagne "Be Here Now"

The Luckiest Girl in the World

You have been a Titan for two months and in this amount of time, you've discovered fighting crime is not the most trying part of your job.

Living with Beast Boy is.

He is loud, almost unbearably so. He's immature and ill-mannered. His behavior is as confusing as it is frustrating. He's a hyperactive, dizzying bundle of emotions and energy with obvious comprehension problems because he continues to translate "Go away" as "Feel free to annoy me with more insipid jokes."

And for reasons you cannot fathom, he has attached himself to you. You can't imagine what he—or anyone else, for that matter—would find particularly fascinating about you (unless they truly knew who you are but that is more likely to inspire fear rather than curiosity). You cannot think of one interest the two of you share nor can you imagine any common ground which you might have—and yet he still chooses to single you out. You are the one he follows with offerings of jokes, video games, and tofu. You are the one he bothers with questions and invitations. You and you alone, despite your various insults, despite threats of bodily harm and trips to dimensions filled with carnivores creatures.

And for the love of Azar, you cannot figure out why.

The others are hardly any help. Starfire thinks he's adorable for caring so much (which he is not and if this is the way he shows affection, you pity any future girlfriends he might have), Cyborg thinks you're too hard on him (which you are not because you truly aren't trying to be cruel as much as you are trying to get him to go away), and Robin thinks this leech-like attachment to you will actually do the little irritant some good (which is so utterly absurd, it's painful to think that someone as intelligent as Robin could think it up).

Perhaps Beast Boy simply finds it amusing to annoy you. It would make sense, given his affinity for jokes and pranks. Or perhaps your first impression was correct and he doesn't like you.

Or perhaps he truly is as starved for affection and attention as his emotions sometimes indicate.

You try not to think of the last possibility as a reality. It makes you uneasy.

Especially when you take the time to notice just how young he is. There's still some innocence left in him, and it will be…sad to see that taken out of him (because nothing gold can truly stay for long in this world, can it?).

But that isn't your problem (even if Beast Boy is going out of his way to make himself your problem). The bottom line is you don't know how to deal with him, how to react to his enthusiasm or his smiles or his infuriating habit of goading emotional responses out of you. It's too much. He's too much, and you can't begin to understand him. You don't want to understand him. You simply wish he would leave you alone.

Somehow, though, you doubt that's going to happen.

It's especially not going to happen right now. Robin has dragged the team out for another so-called bonding session (although you, Cyborg, and Beast Boy have already learned to interpret these "sessions" as attempts on the Boy Wonder's part to impress Starfire). The carnival is noisy and overwhelming with it's brightness and constant motion—much like a certain green changeling of your acquaintance—and you want to leave. Unfortunately you have no chance to do this because Beast Boy's been busying himself by showing you everything, from the many rides (which you've refused to go on) to the booths (that are undoubtedly rigged). Mentioning this, however, only provokes a laugh and declaration that he and Cyborg will beat a game just for you, and he sets about this goal with a single-minded determination that you find faintly disturbing.

And when he finally does win something--after several tries and more persistence than you would have thought his attention span allowed--you begin to worry that this is some kind of horrible foreshadowing.

"Told you we'd win you a prize," Beast Boy says with a bordering-on-smug grin before shoving a gigantic plush toy into your arms. He looks so proud of himself, you can't help but feel faintly amused.

You manage cover this with disdain. "A giant chicken," you say with an eye roll. "I must the luckiest girl in the world."

Beast Boy is, of course, oblivious to your sarcasm. He just continues to grin at you in his exasperating way, and for the smallest of moments and only because he's so utterly absurd, to continue sharing his smiles with you of all people on this planet (and how many people—ever—have been willing to do that?), you feel the sudden urge to laugh.

Thankfully, it's hardly a second later that Robin appears and the team has to rescue Starfire from some strange space craft with tentacles.

It's a bizzare night, to say the least, but at the end of it, you are able to return to the relative peace of your room.

With your chicken.

In all honestly, you aren't even sure how it managed to get to the Tower but it is in the Common Room upon your return, and after a little hesitation, you take it with you. Beast Boy would whine if you didn't, you reluctantly decide.

But in the privacy of your room where there is no one else to see or hear, you allow yourself the indulgence of a small laugh (it's only your possessions that are endangered here). You are the half-breed daughter of the dreaded Trigon the Terrible—and you now own a giant, plush chicken.

Even you are willing to see the strange humor in this.

"You are both utterly ridiculous," you inform it. The chicken stares back at you with its googly eyes (this was Beast Boy's description, not yours) and you feel a little foolish yourself for talking to an oversized stuffed animal.

Beast Boy is the most exasperating person you have ever encountered but perhaps he isn't so bad. He's…tolerable, you suppose.

Even if you still don't understand him.