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"Pass the butter please."
"Get it yourself."
"Make me."
"Fine."
A hand was raised, telekinetic energy surrounding it, right into the direction of its enemy. The so-called "enemy" stood up, bird-a-rang in hand, as it was intended for the amethyst-eyed sorceress in front of him. A low growl was emitted from the two of them, and a sigh from the half-robot who was forced to sit between the two, enduring their "lover's quarrel".
"Someone kill me now." He whispered in agony, as he witnessed the not so shocking wrestling mania that he had front row tickets to! His eyes flickered back in forth, occasionally viewing the cow that someone threw harshly (he was guessing it was Beast Boy, considering he saw green somewhere in the tornadoes), and the Battle of the Blitz continued raging on.
He stood up, sighing again, as he blocked out the sounds of screaming, arguing and "my leg" that a man, for some treacherous reason, screamed out. (1) Walking towards the kitchen in an lazy manner, Cyborg picked up the dishes along the way, being full aware the their "Boy Wonder" was not going to perform the task, seeing as he was probably going to be busy killing, and or making out with Raven.
Yes, he heard them and their how would he say it remarkable night.
Oh, and did they forget that the walls were not soundproof (Robin and Raven tended to use earplugs, Cyborg was shut off, Starfire placed them in her nostrils in an effort to use them, and Beast Boy could sleep through an apocalypse), and the fact that Cyborg woke up at six in the morning to get a head start on breakfast before Beast Boy and his malicious tofu got there first, so he could hear their banter over the fact that they had sex.
Honestly, kids these days.
Letting out another sigh (he tended to do so in an attempt not to punch someone skyway in the moon), he focused his attention on washing the dishes, a chore no one seemed to enjoy in the Titans tower.
Looking over behind his shoulder, and once again witnessing Raven and Robin's lover's quarrel, he turned around, slumping, cursing at Starfire and Beast Boy for being lucky of not being there that morning (They were visiting Titans East; Cyborg knew he couldn't leave the lovers alone, so he went against it), and knew this had to stop.
Where the fuckin' hell was Jinx when you needed her? Truthfully, that girl was going to get a lot more than a few years in jail when Cyborg was done with her. Smirking, he thought of a plan, while finishing the dishes and leaving the room, all the while ignoring the lovebirds, and made some arrangements to visit the Jump City Prison Facility.
That girl wouldn't even know what was coming.
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The dreary morning of that day had turned into rain splatter as the evidence of rain fell upon Jump City. Small flashes on lighting passed now and then, giving light to the two birds, for their electricity had gone out, and now they were waiting for the backup electricity.
Blue masked eyes met lavender ones as the two glared at each other ruthlessly, knowing it would do them nothing to act like immature ten-year-olds, and went back to being their impassive, smart, mature selves.
Hallelujah.
It was only after Cyborg left the tower to head for an unknown direction (they had no clue that it was Jinx he was heading after) that they realized that they were all alone, for they already possessed the knowledge that Starfire and Beast Boy had not been there since yesterday). So here they were: two enemies, two lovers, with no electricity in the tower for the backup regenerator refused to work.
Just perfect. (Sarcasm, mind you.)
Robin glanced at the girl he loathed and lust after (he would never get used to that), who (unfortunately for him), caught him staring at immediately cussed at him for the sake of arguing.
"What Bird Boy?"
For some unknown reason (it must have been unknown) his brain didn't think of a witty comeback, an insult to prove to Raven that he was just as smart (if not smarter, but please, keep dreaming Robin) than her.
So why was he just content with staring at her?
"Excuse me?"
It was a simple reply, denying nothing, nor allowing his opponent to gain anything out of a common mere sentence.
He watched her roll her eyes in a quick motion as lighting passed rapidly, only to be covered by the splatter of raindrops. Inwardly smirking (for some odd reason), he simply stared at her, while she returned his gaze, none of their faces revealing emotions.
"Care to explain to me as to why you were staring at me?"
He replied with his own question. "Care to explain why you were staring at me?"
Another lightening shard passed, allowing Robin to view the frown being placed upon his teammate's face. Reminded him of his own…
A glazed look passed over Robin's eyes as he reminisced the morning's interesting events. After their not-so-calm encounter at Raven's bed, stark naked, the two had come upon an agreement (the apocalypse was sure to arrive); no one should gain knowledge of their actions the previous nights. Therefore, a small play was to be in order. It wasn't an easy decision, but it had to be done, even if Raven did loathe and despise him to the ends of the Earth.
She told on him, and he'd tell the others about them. It was a simple concept, truth be told. Blackmail was indeed one of the world's greatest, yet weakest links. It truly mattered on which side you were on. And poor Raven was on the weakest link.
Knowing anger would have gotten loose had she not held her anger in, she agreed, even if she was teaming up with a lying, sadistic, perverted bastard who deserved to rot in her Father's eyes for all of eternity and longer.
So they played dumb. It may have been a stupid plan, yet it worked. They gained the harmful evidence (thanks to Raven's telekinesis), and burned in; the only remaining of it were the ashes that floated along the ocean's waters. It took a while, and the team probably didn't trust him for a while (probably longer) but no intimidating harm was done.
Robin opened his eyes to find himself only a few inches away from Raven's face, inwardly shivering at the fact that her breath was mixed with his, and her breath reached his face, slowly blowing on it. How in the world did he arrive in this position? Imagine if the others walked in on them right now; what in the world would they think?
Of course, he wasn't thinking, and neither was she, when the glazed look in their eyes returned, and it was a matter of time before both their lips touched one another's.
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My God, Blackrose2005, where are you? Please tell me if there are mistakes, I haven't had this beta-ed.
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