"Friends, why is it I must wear the shackles? And why am I secured to this chair which, upon inspection, is in turn secured to the floor?" Starfire asked, all innocence and trust. The other original Titans watched her carefully and, she noted sadly, with a degree of trepidation. Nightwing, formerly Robin, checked, double-checked and triple-checked the heavy shackles that encompassed her arms almost to the elbow. Cyborg eyed the chair with a critical eye, even though it had been assembled by him. Beast Boy hovered near Raven, pacing nervously and glancing sideways at Starfire. Raven herself leaned against the far wall, watching with practiced tranquility.

Starfire was beginning to feel nervous herself now… when Nightwing had told her there was a situation and she needed to obey his orders without question for the next hour, she had no idea she would be subjected to such an experience. They all knew her feelings on restraints so, whatever was going on, it must be deadly serious. Was something wrong with her? Had she been brainwashed? Was she mutating into a hideous K'norgalgrek, just like the princess from her least favourite Tamaranean fairy tale? That had been cured by the first lip contact with their beloved but Starfire had shared many such contacts with her beloved Nightwing, as well as countless bouts of rigorous intimacy. Would she still be cured by his kiss? What if-

"Okay, we're ready," Nightwing said, cutting off Starfire's train of thought. Raven started to walk toward her and sat on a stool. Was she preparing to enter her mind as she had previously entered Nightwing's?

"Okay, here goes," Raven breathed. "Starfire, I'm pregnant."

"You have conceived a child? You and Beast Boy are to be parents?" Starfire said wistfully and with wide eyes.

"If all goes well… yes. Yes," Raven confirmed. Starfire grinned and bit her lip, her eyes glowing in her overflowing joy and excitement. Suddenly, Cyborg's arm started to beep incessantly. He looked down at the arm display, his face growing more concerned by the second.

"The chair's coming apart at the seams! How's she doing that?" he cried. Nightwing, from behind her, took a step back when her restraints started to glow.

"Looks like the shackles are gonna pop, too," he warned. "Beast Boy… plan B!" Beast Boy groaned.

"Crap… I hate plan B," he mumbled. Raven had retreated back to the wall, unsure if teleportation was safe for the fetus. Suddenly, in a burst of green, Starfire was free and floated above the wreckage of her chair. There was a beat of silence… then she rocketed toward Raven. Beast Boy, still grumbling, threw himself in front of Starfire and into her open arms, which instantly wrapped around him, squeezing his ribs painfully.

"Oh Raven, I am overjoyed to hear of your successful fertilisation! We must-" she opened her eyes and stood, still holding the barely conscious Beast Boy. "You are not Raven." She dropped him to the floor unceremoniously.

"Ow… what gave me away?" he grumbled, nursing his bruised ribs. Starfire gasped at what she had done, picking Beast Boy up and setting him on his feet.

"Oh, Beast Boy! I am the sorry… but your glad tidings filled me with great joy and I fear I let myself be carried away," she said, somberly. Beast Boy smiled/winced at her.

"Don't worry about it, Star. We wouldn't have you any other way. We might have to practice a little before the kid comes along, though."

Prompt is bolded, as usual. Decided to forego a story where she tells BB and wonder instead what might happen when she tells the others, decided Starfire's power hugs were an appropriately funny and terrifying plot device ^_^