'Cause somebody hinted (you know who you are), that talking is good.


Raven enjoyed the peace and quiet in the morning, a warm cup of herbal tea and a good book. There was no better way to start the day… but then Beast Boy would barrel in and before long he and Cyborg would be having their repetitive fight of tofu versus meat, shouting up a storm. The empath almost waited for it, each and every morning, except for this morning which was almost eerily quiet. She waited for the green changelings entrance with the light murmurs of Starfire and Robin and the sizzle of the frying pan as Cyborg cooked up some fried eggs. When Beast Boy did step into the room, there was no booming 'Good morning dudes!'.

"Morning," He greeted, voice chipper and light and he strolled into the kitchen, grabbed his soy milk and poured himself a glass. Raven was still waiting but the argument didn't come and she found herself frowning slightly at the lack of raised voices.

"You not hungry green bean?" Cyborg asked curiously.

"Nah, I already had breakfast," His smaller friend returned.

"When?" The half machine man questioned.

"Around half five-ish," Beast Boy shrugged before chugging back his milk.

"… You okay BB?" Cyborg said seriously and the green boy, perched on the counter grinned and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I just wanted get some fresh air…" He explained and though the Titans weren't convinced, none of them decided to press the subject. Raven looked at the calendar and realised what day it was, mentally she cursed at herself, she'd been sure it was tomorrow… She put her book aside, opened a small portal and reached through, grabbing a small, green covered book and in a moment the portal was gone. She could feel eyes on the back of her head and she looked to Beast Boy and gave him a rare, small smile before hovering the book into his hands.

"Happy birthday," She told him and he grinned because it wasn't his actual birthday, it was the day the Titans met and became a family, a day that Beast Boy had declared was FAR more important and far more special to him.

"Thanks Rae," The boy beamed and because it was his 'birthday' she let that one slide with a small roll of the eyes. She'd never admit that she didn't mind all that much anyway.


Sorry for the late update, I've busy solviing quadratic equations... Blegh! Anyway, review?