It wasn't often that Beast Girl was relegated to a single location for more than a few minutes at a time. Her boundless energy was seemingly inexhaustible and she carried a perpetually insatiable desire to experience as much of the world as possible. The only true barrier to her was danger, and sometimes even that was not enough, but injury was something even she could not surpass. The Titans had managed to successfully apprehend an armored swordsman who preferred to be called 'The Revengeinator'. He barely registered as a challenge for the team, he went down in a single, well-timed punch from Nightwing after Cyborg had disabled his defenses, but he had managed to slice Beast Girl's stomach as she was performing her victory taunt. While Raven had to utilize every inch of his willpower not to tear the swordsman to tiny, tiny shreds one extremity at a time, he knew it ran against the values of superheroes and would do nothing to assuage the injury. The wound was far from fatal, as Cyborg had affirmed several times at Raven's request, but he decreed, much to Raven's displeasure, that Gabriella would do well to take a few days of rest and relaxation and that she would need at least six hours of solitude immediately. The wait was interminable. Raven tried mediation, but his emotions only pestered him about his neglecting of his injured girlfriend. He tried reading, but he found it impossible to focus on the dangers of fiction when there was so much in the real world. After five hours and fifty five minutes, he hustled over to the med bay to suffer through the final remnants of Cyborg's mandated period of recuperation. At the precise moment the clock struck eight-thirty six, he entered to find her with one leg on top of the other, intently staring at the television. She immediately perked up at his entrance.

"Hello, nurse. I'm ready for my physica-sorry." Her classic apology grin. He found it almost impossible to stay angry at her.

"You feeling okay?"

As an appropriate response to Raven's query, Beast Girl stuck one arm in the air, held the other over her heart, and stuck her tongue out. "Tell Raven I loooove herrr." Her voice got quieter as her mock death concluded.

He walked over to the bed and took her hand. "I'm serious, Gabriella. That guy could've seriously injured you."

Eyebrow raised and mouth arched to the side, she rebuked him. "Relax, Rae. I'm a superhero, too, you know," She overtook his hand. "I know I was a bit woozy, but you're pretty cute when you're pissed."

He let out a sigh, smiling. How was she so stalwart in spite of everything?

"Now, we have to do something. I can't stand when you're all worried and anxious about me."

Perhaps doing something fun would help get her mind off things. Plus, if she wanted it, he would comply. "I'm not watching another one of your horror films again. I don't care how much I adore you." Last week, Beast Girl insisted on taking Raven to a live screening of The Blair Witch Project at the independent theater on the opposite end of the city. He was all but certain she dragged him to it to satisfy her masochistic desire to see him squirm.

"Nope. You have to decide. We're doing what you want."

He was stunned at her subtle grin. For the duration of their relationship, Raven had been free to let Beast Girl decide how they spent their time together since she always seemed to take his feelings into account. He had been more than fine with the pizza, the movies, and the late-night walks through the city streets with their arms around each other, but now responsibility fell to him. Reflexively, his eyes darted away.

"C'mon. Anything. Well, almost."

He rubbed one arm with the other. "I guess there is one thing I'd like to do."

"This is so awesome. I'm amazed we didn't do this earlier."

Raven carried both pillows despite Beast Girl's insistence that she was not an invalid. Luckily, the temperature was perfect and the roof was a short flight away.

"Wow." Beast Girl marveled at the view. Raven had a similar reaction when he first found himself here at night. The lights of the city coupled with the glow of the moon and stars was almost hypnotic and instantly relieved any feelings of anxiety that plagued him. It made for an excellent meditation spot, and now, for whatever reason, he felt as if he would be coming here far more from now on.

"We have rather exceptional living quarters." He put his hands on her shoulders to set her down, which provoked a reaction of disgust from the changeling, who promptly hurled herself onto the pillow.

"You drive me mad." He took his place, and Gabriella instantly pressed herself up against him. For several minutes, the two simply enjoyed the night. That was another factor of their relationship that Raven loved. It seemed as if Beast Girl's mere presence was enough to relax him. He held his arms against her as if she was made of glass so as to not agitate her injury.

"Make a wish." She gently shattered the quiet.

"Don't tell me you believe in that nonsense."

"Nah. I just want to know what you would wish for."

He was fairly certain they both knew what he would say. "I think you know already know and you simply want to inflate your colossal ego, so you tell me."

She nuzzled her face into his chest. "My wish already came true."

That made his heart jump. As much as he hated it about himself, he did enjoy being complimented by his girlfriend. The silence was an obvious communication of anticipation.

Now she put her mouth right next to Raven's ear. "I got to see you jump when we watched Blair Witch." A flurry of giggles followed. The abrupt dopamine cutoff rattled Raven. Of course she would've used her clever wit to bait him. He rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on Beast Girl.

"This woman." He gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

"And I'm gonna sleep on your chest now. G'night." She sleepily croaked out.

Once Raven was certain his patient was sound asleep, he promptly scooped her up into his arms, taking a moment to enjoy the personification of resting innocence nestled against him, and began his descent to the tower proper.