Okay, I tried to make it a little better. Don't kill me if it didn't work.
I appreciate any type of constructive criticism. I'll even handle flamers,
though it might make me cry uncontrollably for several hours. Have fun!
Chapter 3 Dinner with a Psycho
At dinner that night, Robin decided to approach Raven about her outburst.
"Um, Raven? What happened today at the arcade?"
"Nothing." she said, pointblank.
Beastboy came in from another direction. "Dude, that was freaky! I've never heard you laugh like that! Come to think of it, I never heard you laugh. The way you were on the flo-OWWW!"
Cyborg shut him up with a vicious kick from under the table. Raven stayed silent, focused on her plate.
"Raven, will you please pass the hot liquid of chicken and noodles?" Starfire asked politely.
Raven picked up the bowl. Suddenly, her hand slipped and the soup poured onto Robin's lap.
"ARGGHHH!"
Robin stood up and tried to wipe the soup from his pants. Raven stood up too.
"Oh, Robin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Will you forgive me?" she cried.
Robin stared at her. "It's okay, Raven." Raven dropped to her knees, sobbing.
"Are you mad at me? I never meant to do that!"
"Raven, it's okay, really! Nothing happened, just my pants are a little wet." Robin tried to reassure her.
Raven stopped crying and looked at Robin's pants.
"You-you're wearing TIGHTS?" Raven started laughing uncontrollably. "I mean, I've heard of crime fighting women wearing tights, but crime fighting boys wearing tights? This is too much!"
Raven laughed louder, tears of mirth sliding down her face. As suddenly as she had started, Raven stopped laughing. She looked around her. Cyborg, Beastboy, Starfire and Robin were all staring at her with their mouths hanging open.
"I think I'm done with dinner." she said quietly. She levitated her plate into the sink and disappeared into the living room.
"So this is what its like to have dinner with a psycho." Beastboy remarked.
Okay, this by far, is my worst chapter yet. I had a serious case of writer's block. I just started on Fanfiction, and already I'm running out of ideas. I hope this isn't a sign for things to come. :(
Chapter 3 Dinner with a Psycho
At dinner that night, Robin decided to approach Raven about her outburst.
"Um, Raven? What happened today at the arcade?"
"Nothing." she said, pointblank.
Beastboy came in from another direction. "Dude, that was freaky! I've never heard you laugh like that! Come to think of it, I never heard you laugh. The way you were on the flo-OWWW!"
Cyborg shut him up with a vicious kick from under the table. Raven stayed silent, focused on her plate.
"Raven, will you please pass the hot liquid of chicken and noodles?" Starfire asked politely.
Raven picked up the bowl. Suddenly, her hand slipped and the soup poured onto Robin's lap.
"ARGGHHH!"
Robin stood up and tried to wipe the soup from his pants. Raven stood up too.
"Oh, Robin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! Will you forgive me?" she cried.
Robin stared at her. "It's okay, Raven." Raven dropped to her knees, sobbing.
"Are you mad at me? I never meant to do that!"
"Raven, it's okay, really! Nothing happened, just my pants are a little wet." Robin tried to reassure her.
Raven stopped crying and looked at Robin's pants.
"You-you're wearing TIGHTS?" Raven started laughing uncontrollably. "I mean, I've heard of crime fighting women wearing tights, but crime fighting boys wearing tights? This is too much!"
Raven laughed louder, tears of mirth sliding down her face. As suddenly as she had started, Raven stopped laughing. She looked around her. Cyborg, Beastboy, Starfire and Robin were all staring at her with their mouths hanging open.
"I think I'm done with dinner." she said quietly. She levitated her plate into the sink and disappeared into the living room.
"So this is what its like to have dinner with a psycho." Beastboy remarked.
Okay, this by far, is my worst chapter yet. I had a serious case of writer's block. I just started on Fanfiction, and already I'm running out of ideas. I hope this isn't a sign for things to come. :(