I will never own the Teen Titans because I'm a horrible person and I'm so sorry omg
The rest of the day was somewhat... strange, in Beast Boy's opinion. After Starfire had returned to the rooftop, she whisked Raven away excitedly, leaving the changeling alone, surrounded by piles of magazines. Not wanting Cyborg to stumble upon the blackmail-worthy scene, Beast Boy hurriedly chased after the girls (discreetly, of course), only to find they had resigned to the alien's room.
Unsure of how to occupy his time, the green titan had slowly made his way to the common room. As the doors slid open, he was greeted by the site of an irate Robin glaring daggers (or so he assumed, as the boy wonder was never without his mask, and one could never really tell what his eyes were doing) at a pan of burnt... somethings.
Somethings that smelt faintly like... cookies. Only, well, burnt.
Beast Boy felt his brows arch in bewilderment as he descended down the stairs and towards the kitchen. "Were you - "
"Save it," Robin barked, holding his hand up in front of him to emphasize the order. Beast Boy bit his tongue as his lips curved into a smirk.
"Bird boy here wanted to surprise his wittle girly-friend with some yummy-wummy cookies, but he forgot that he can't bakey-wakey!"
A small chuckle slipped out of Beast Boy's mouth as his robotic teammate hopped off the couch and strode towards them with a wicked smile on his face.
"But don't worry, wittle Wobin," Cyborg continued, adding humorous hand gestures to correspond with his baby-talk, "Starfwire will pwobably like them better burnt!"
Their leader grumbled something under his breath, before giving the half-robot a hand gesture of his own, though this one was rather impolite. Cyborg merely snorted as he swiped a "cookie" off of the plate.
"Dang, these are hard as rocks!" he exclaimed as he examined the burnt treat. "You should stock up and use 'em as weapons, Rob!"
Again, Robin's only response was to mutter incoherently, before stalking out of the common room.
Beast Boy turned his attention back to his robotic teammate, who had a look of genuine awe on his face as he attempted to break the cookie.
"So, uh, why was Robin," the green teen began in confusion, as he glanced around at the flour-covered kitchen, "baking?"
Cyborg knocked the cookie against the counter several times, before supplying Beast Boy with an answer. "He and Star fought earlier, and he was attempting to make it up to her," he mused, setting the cookie back onto the pan, "but I have a feeling that breaking all her teeth wouldn't be beneficial."
Beast Boy let out a snort of amusement as he nodded his head. Though he was sure Starfire probably could eat the cookies without hurting herself, the alien wouldn't even attempt to bite into them, and instead forgive Robin for being so... well, Robin-y.
The relationship between those two was somewhat annoying, but admirable at the same time. Beast Boy was genuinely happy for his friends, though he knew that being on a superhero team together was probably putting a lot of strain on their relationship. After Terra, Beast Boy had decided that working together and being together wasn't possible, nor something he wanted (though several reasons for that stemmed from the whole betrayal thingy). But then Starfire and Robin happened - and despite their bickering and brooding, they were working - and it made Beast Boy rethink his earlier decision.
And his new crush on Raven had banished all of his doubts from his mind. He'd date her, regardless of their occupation.
Well, that is, if she felt the same as him. Which he still wasn't completely sure of, yet, though the short amount of time they had spent together on the rooftop had nudged him closer to believing that his feelings were mutual. Why else would she ask his opinion on her hair? He knew Raven rarely put much thought into how she looked (but frankly, she didn't really need to, since she was always stunning), but her asking for his opinion? That had to have meant that she cared
about what he thought - right?
"...don't know what to think."
Beast Boy quickly shook away his thoughts as he realized Cyborg was talking again. The half-robot seemed to not have noticed that the changeling was absent for the first half of the conversation as he continued.
"But maybe she's just messing with me, you know? Like, she's always pulling stuff like this, so it's possible."
"Uh," Beast Boy started hesitantly, not at all sure who Cyborg was referring to, "does she really, uh, always pull... stuff..?"
His best friend let out an amused sigh as he absently began cleaning the kitchen counters. "Yeah, you know Bee - always making trouble," he mused fondly.
Bumble Bee? What is she "pulling" now - oh, right. Shit. Beast Boy thought in horror. He had been successfully avoiding bringing up the Titans East leader, who was still blissfully ignorant to the fact that Cyborg hadn't really asked her to be his date. And Cyborg was still blissfully ignorant that he now had two dates for the ball.
"Haha, uh, Bee's always... doing things... like that," he supplied lamely.
Thankfully, Cyborg seemed too preoccupied with his own thoughts to give Beast Boy's reply much attention, so the changeling slowly backed out of the common room.
As he walked down the hall towards his own room, he began to panic a little. He had been so busy day-dreaming about how awesome the ball was going to be with Raven as his date, that he completely forgot he was probably going to die at the hands of three angry attendees.
"Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshi - "
"That's quite a mouth you got there," a voice mused from behind him.
Beast Boy let out a shrill squeak of surprise as he whipped his head around to face the source.
None other than Raven was standing behind him, obviously on her way to return to her own room. She had a bemused expression on her face, which was looking a little... different...
"Are you wearing makeup?" Beast Boy blurted.
A fierce blush spread across the empath's face as her brows furrowed together. "Shut up."
The changeling felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards in amusement at his teammate's reaction. "Y-you are!" he gasped playfully, earning himself a glare.
"I said shut up," she hissed, her blush only deepening. She obviously wasn't wearing any kind of foundation, since nothing really matched her skin tone, but it seemed that somebody (Starfire, most likely) had applied a heavy coat of mascara to the empath's lashes, as well as a light pink lip stain to her frowning lips. It wasn't much of a difference, but Beast Boy couldn't help but think that it made her look more cheery.
"It looks good," he smiled, feeling a small sense of pride for not blushing as he gave her the compliment. Raven, on the other hand, only turned redder. Beast Boy felt his smile grow. "You look cute when you're embarrassed."
His eyes widened in horror as he realized what he had said. He could feel his face heat up, and he cursed himself for speaking before thinking - something he seemed to be an expert at.
Surprisingly, Raven's flush didn't deepen, though he was pretty sure she couldn't blush any harder. She eyed him warily for a moment, before arching her brow inquisitively.
"It's the makeup," she deadpanned.
Beast Boy let out a snort of amusement at her reply, before shaking his head. "Sure, Rae."
Raven gave him an incredulous look as her blush diminished, before rolling her eyes playfully. "So what was with the abundance of foul language I had interrupted?" she mused, pushing past him and towards her room.
Beast Boy smirked at her subject change as he followed after her.
"Nothing," he began with a nervous laugh, earning another look of incredulity from his teammate. "Just, uh, coming to terms with my impending death tomorrow."
Raven scoffed playfully as she shot him a glare. "I didn't realize being my date was that bad," she replied sarcastically.
Beast Boy felt the color drain from his face as he scrambled to deny her words.
"What? No! No! I didn't mean you were gonna kill me!" he insisted frantically. "I mean, I'm sure you're completely capable of it, and if it ever came down to it, you'd probably have a justifiable reason to, but I wasn't saying that being your date would kill me! Being your date is awesome! Or, I mean, it will be awesome! B-because you're awesome!"
He could tell his rant and spastic emotions were taking their toll on his empathetic teammate, but he couldn't find the sense to stop.
"And I know you'd probably never actually kill me, so I was totally not referring to you!" he continued, tripping over his words. "I meant that Cyborg was gonna kill me! And Bumble Bee and Sarah and Starfire, probably, since she'd see it as a duty to woman-kind or something!"
He finally paused to take a breath, allowing Raven to interject quickly.
"Oh my god, Beast Boy, relax," she began with a refined laugh. "I'm sure nobody will kill you, and if they try, I'll make sure they wait until after the party."
Beast Boy felt his stomach churn pleasantly at her words. "W-why until after the p-party?" he questioned in nervous excitement.
Raven glanced over her shoulder at him as they reached her room. "Because," she began in a soft voice, giving him a small, shy smile as her door hissed open, "I wouldn't want to get your blood all over my dress."
Beast Boy watched in embarrassed disappointment as Raven disappeared into the darkness of her room.
"We wouldn't want that," he said awkwardly to her door, as he felt himself deflate. Letting out a flustered, confused chuckle, he started down the hall to his own room, fully intending on smacking his head against a wall once or twice. If Cyborg and his dates didn't kill him tomorrow, he was pretty sure his crush on Raven would.
But at least he'd die happy. Well, happy-ish.
Okay, let me begin my three-part apology by saying that I think you all are wonderful humans, with great potential. And Netflix is to blame. Really. Not me - it was all Netflix. It was like calling to me - "Hey, hey you, there, attempting to update your stories. Yeah, you, with the fabulous hair. You know you wanna marathon Weeds and Supernatural. Come on, just a couple of days." How could I say no to Andy Botwin and Dean Winchester?! It isn't possible!
Anywhoo, I am so, so, sooooo sorry! I'm cutting myself off and finally getting around to updating all of my stories! Please forgive me! Please please please please please!
I love you guys, and I will never ever ever ever ever ever let Netflix come between us again! (Or at least, I'll try not to let it happen again, but... you know...)