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The Slightly Bizarre Challenge: Part 4

"Okay. You got the plan?"

"You just do your part. I can handle mine."

Beast Boy grinned, glad to see his friend's dry humor was back. He placed his arm on the lid of the box, tensed and ready to open. "Okay. One... two... three."

They burst out of the box, dusting two bunnies in the process. Raven, one hand holding her cape to her nose, began blasting the bunnies repeatedly. Best Boy zoomed over to the third box. "Keep them busy!" he yelled.

Raven blasted three more. "Mst ofen da stutid ting!" she answered from behind her cape.

Beast Boy threw open the top of the box and let out a whoop. "Comin' your way, Raven!" He tosses a box to her.

Raven turned five rabbits to powder and caught it in one hand. When she had read the label, she dropped her cape. "Swiffer?"

Beast Boy grinned and tore open his own box. The bunnies, seeing the thin, white squares, began to retreat.

"Oh, no you don't," he growled and attacked.

Raven watched from the ceiling with raised eyebrows.

"Little help here?"

At that, Raven sighed, took out a square of her own, and joined the fight.

The clock read, "25:09:42"

By the time the clock read, "25:15:16", all the dust bunnies had been trapped in Swiffer squares. Dozens of Swiffer boxes littered the floor. The used squares had been dumped in the large box and, after seeing that it contained no exit, the small box had been placed on top of that.

"Well, that was... interesting." Raven brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes.

Beast Boy smirked. "I told you it would work."

Raven couldn't help a small smile. She had once heard Starfire describe him as charming. Well, Raven had never been particularly enchanted by him before. But seeing him now, looking so smug and rumpled and covered with dust... charmed was definitely one word to describe how she was feeling.

"Raven." The self-satisfied look had faded from his face, leaving behind a look she wasn't sure she had seen him wear before.

"Yeah?" She answered softly.

"You've got some dust..." Hesitantly, as if he were asking permission, he brought his hand to her face and brushed her cheek with his thumb. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she thought his hand had lingered before dropping to his side.

"Got it," he said, smiling at her again.

How is it I'm making this pseudo-serious? Oh, well. Read and Review!