(RAVEN'S PERSPECTIVE)
"It's you, and me
Movin' at the speed of light into eternity, yeah
Tonight, is the night
To join me in the middle of ecstasy!" Beastboy's voice rang through the Tower.
"It's either this or a rooster crow."
I sat up in my bed.
The sun played with the sky and struck my pale skin.
I swung on my cloak and tumbled into my boots. I tucked my lavender strands behind my hood and left my room.
The hypnotizing smell of waffles, bacon, and eggs filled my nose.
"Raven, you are finally awake!" Starfire leaped towards me happily.
"Finally?" I asked my friend.
"Well, you were the last one to wake up from the slumbers." Starfire shifted her foot innocently.
"Yeah, not much sleeping to do when you've got the radio on full volume." I rolled my eyes.
"Radio?"
"Feel the melody and the rhythm of the music around you, around you
I'ma take you there, I'ma take you there
So don't be scared, I'm right here, baby!" the changeling belted out.
I looked back at Starfire.
"Oh, hehe, Beastboy's morning sessions. My point is usually you are the first one up with Robin. This time you are not. Is everything okay?" Starfire asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. There's nothing strange going on." I reassured the alien.
"Are you sure?"
"Starfire, what could possibly be wrong? I mean besides regular day to day motions. I feel alright, I promise." I smiled at Starfire.
"Hey, Raven. What's up?" Robin stuck ham in the oven.
"Hey, nothing. What's up with you?" I glided to the cabinet and reached for my mug.
"Nothin' much. Trying out these new customized oven mitts I found online." Robin showed off his gloves with a grin.
"Nice." I sighed, then turned on the kettle.
"I know right! It takes up to five-hundred degrees and the material doesn't burn. It has a cooling technology inside the padding which ensures that the temperature from the oven falters out as soon as you touch any hot surfaces. You can also put them to wash and dry. Real men have personalized oven mitts." Robin rambled in fascination.
"Okay." I plastered a grin on my face.
"'Real- men- have- person-a-li-zed- mitts." Cyborg mocked as he fried the eggs.
The bacon and waffles were already made.
"Yes, they do. Is there a problem?"
"Nope."
"Are you peanut butter and jealous because I have cool gear you don't?" Robin teased.
"Who gets jealous over oven mitts?" Cyborg was now distracted from his task.
"Clearly you do." the oven chimed and Robin removed the ham from it.
"Me? Jealous? Tuh."
"Yeah you're also jealous of my record in Fortnite. It's been two sweet weeks and you still can't beat it." Robin bragged.
"Shut up, Spikehead. You're still a foot tall." Cyborg retorted.
The kettle boiled and I served myself herbal tea.
"No! I've grown in the last four years! I'm up to your shoulder."
"Up to my shoulder, wooooooooow! What an accomplishment. You wanna cookie?"
"On Tamaran, we never had such plain drinks like here in America." I walked back over to Starfire.
"What type of drinks did you have?" I quizzed as we sat on the couch.
"Aloortugmnah. The drinks of worms and spiders for when there is medical needs. Plahtsuf. The drink that consists of pig legs and zorkaberries for depressing times or times of war."
"Okay, Starfire, can we talk about this when I am not having a drink of my own?" I shivered.
"Why of course! Let's turn on the Fungus channel while the rest of the food gets prepared." Starfire switched on the television.
I groaned and face palmed myself.
"Mornin', dudes!" Beastboy walked into the Common Room.
"Good morning, Beastboy!" Starfire kept her eyes on the screen.
"Morning." I replied.
"My point is you STILL did not do the dishes last night." Robin and Cyborg started on another argument.
"I did them two days ago!"
"Exactly, two days ago. Yesterday I did them, and today is your turn again." Robin said.
"Nuh-uh! I do it, Beastboy does it, you do it, and we restart. Don't be doubling me in the cycle when you got Mr. Whitney Houston over here missing slots."
"Me!? What did I do now!?" Beastboy whined.
"You didn't do the dishes last night."
"And!? I took out the trash!" Beastboy claimed.
"You're supposed to do that and the dishes. Everyone in here has an extra chore but the dishes is something everyone must do." Robin responded.
"Girls are always on top of their game." I gave Starfire a high five.
"Whatever, dude."
"Don't 'whatever' me that's impolite." Robin asserted.
"You know what else is impolite?"
"You skipping dishes and not giving a damn about it?"
"No, did you say good morning to me?"
"You're stillll not giving a valid reason as to why the dishes were not done last night. You're not special, work up to the expectations." I smelled smoke from somewhere in the room.
"Do you smell that?" I asked Starfire.
She sniffed and frowned, "Yes, I do. What could that be?" We looked around carefully.
I saw smoke rise behind Cyborg.
"Did you say good morning to me?" Beastboy repeated.
"All five of us..."
"I said did you say good morning to me?" Beastboy raised his voice.
I leaped over the chair and sprinted towards the kitchen.
I tripped over a book and almost lost my balance.
I can't believe none of them see or smell this and they're right there.
"All of us live under one roof with certain duties. If we all don't do them then the Tower is going to start running down on itself."
Sparks of fire began to crack out of the pan but I projected my white magic just in time.
"AGHHHHHHHH, MAH EGGS! MY EGGS ARE BURNIN'!" Cyborg finally reacted when he saw me extinguish the forming fire.
"No kidding." I disposed the food and dish while Cyborg groaned in disappointment.
"Robin, you can't demand respect from everyone and chose not to give anyone any in return!" Beastboy shouted.
"You're getting so worked up over dishes. Today is your day to wash them just wash it yourself!" Beastboy's cheeks were reddened.
"Yo, man chill." Cyborg put his hand on Beastboy's shoulder.
"I ain't chillin' for nothin'. Why won't you learn how to cook with fire?"
"Guys, relax." my efforts were useless.
"There's people on the streets with no home, no parents, and no one to love them. And you're carrying on so much about dishes that you can't even give back a simple greeting. Sickening, Robin. It's sickening, because you're such a good leader until that position gets to your head too much." Beastboy sized up to Robin.
"Friends! Can we not dispute over such a small matter? This breakfast is supposed to bring us all together in harmony." Starfire flew over.
"Talk to Robin. He's the one that made such a small thing big. I would have gladly washed them now had he had a different approach. I'm not gonna sit here and be barked at." Beastboy growled.
I remember seeing Beastboy mad on many occasions. But at times like these I forgot about the comical, cheerful shapeshifter he could be.
The crime alarm screamed around us.
We ran up to the Analytical Center, Cyborg typing on the keyboard for more information.
A criminal pulled up to the screen.
One none of us recognized.
"I have never seen this villain before." Robin said.
"Looks like you've never seen respect either, hm!" I elbowed Beastboy in the arm.
"Me either." Starfire agreed.
"Well I guess we'll just find out. Titans, go!" Robin led us out the Tower.
Beastboy was right in front of me and I called to him as the others dashed out the exit.
"Beastboy?"
"What is it." he grunted.
"Are you okay?" I asked gently, already knowing the answer from his voice.
"Of course I am, Raven. I'm completely fine." he angrily ran off.
"My sarcasm must have rubbed off on you." I whispered and followed behind them.