Summary: Beast Boy gets more than he bargained for in his attempt to make Raven fall in love with him.

"You're crazy." Cyborg seethed.

"I'm desperate." Beast Boy corrected. They were both hovering above a lone mug on the kitchen counter, filled with smoking tea. Beast Boy could feel sweat forming on his brows as he debated if winning a bet was really that important to him.

He glanced over at Cyborg, who looked scared out of his wits and shaking his head disappointedly. It was the first time in a long time that he had looked this way because of Beast Boy's antics, and it excited him. The image of what the outcome would be if his plan worked was all too great for him to back out now.

It was totally worth it.

With a pop, Beast Boy removed the cork from the bottle; a thick stream of purple smoke emitting from it. His eyes widened as the smoke formed into a shape of a heart before disappearing altogether.

"When Raven finds out about this-" Cyborg began.

"She will be head over heels for me and you will have to be my humble servant." Beast Boy hummed, poking the half-robot on the nose. This was the one bet that Beast Boy felt he actually could when. However, no matter how many times he flirted, gave gifts, or changed his appearance, nothing seemed to sway the empath. Beast Boy became so desperate to win this bet that he snuck into her room and found a love potion. One drop was all he needed for her to be in love with him.

"It's your funeral." Beast Boy rolled his eyes at his friends worry. Honestly, it wasn't him in danger here. He slowly raised the bottle above the mug, carefully and slowly tipping the glass. They both watched tentatively as a thick purple liquid formed out of the rim. Then, a single drop fell into the mug, causing a puff of vapor to appear before dispersing.

The two exchanged wide-eyed glances, both surprised that Beast Boy had actually gone through with the plan. Just then, the sound of the common room doors opening echoed throughout the room. Quickly, they both ran to the couch, hopping over the back of it. Cyborg turned on the t.v, clearing his throat.

The door fully opened and closed, and footsteps could clearly be heard walking into the Boy was fidgeting nervously, hoping that she wouldn't be able to tell he spiked her drink. The sound of a cup gliding across the counter caused the two boys to look at each other.

Cyborg motioned with his eyes towards the kitchen, causing Beast Boy to pale. Slowly, he turned his head, expecting to see Raven. However, he was struck with horror ashe realized that it was definitely not Raven drinking the tea.

"Robin!" Beast Boy screamed, hopping over the couch and running toward his clad leader. Robin slowly removed the mug from his lips, giving Beast Boy a bewildered expression.

"Uh...yes?" He asked,, confused. He glanced over at Cyborg, who had the same horrified expression.

"Did you just drink that?" Beast Boy panted. Robin glanced down at his tea, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I made it." Setting the mug down, Robin placed the drink on the counter.

"I-uh-didn't know you like tea." Beast Boy said, trying to hide the fact that he was freaking out inside. Robin shrugged, crossing his arms.

"It's not my favorite but I do enjoy it from time to time." Robin raised an eyebrow as Beast Boy began to shift on his feet, looking at him directly in the eyes as he did so. "Is everything okay? You're acting strange."

"Me? Strange?" Beast Boy laughed nervously. He then suddenly stopped, raising an eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay?"

Sorry for how short this one was but I bet you can tell where this is heading. Don't forget to review and tell me what you would like to see continued!