Title: Secret Santa
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Raven/Beast Boy, Robin/Starfire, Cyborg/Jinx
Rating: PG
Summary: A strange, seasonal villain gives the Teen Titans something to think about for the holiday season.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.
Author's Notes: I don't have anything to say except that this is quite possibly the weirdest thing I've ever written. Ah well. No flames, please.
Secret Santa
Chapter 3
"Secret Santa" never considered himself a thief because, though he took people's things, he never failed to give those people some things of his own.
So when Raven catapulted several lamps and a toaster into his general direction, he caught them in his large bag and edged his way towards the enraged empath, getting within striking distance to return the favor.
Waving his hands like a birthday-party magician, he gave Raven something to remember him by…Christmas Spirit.
Christmas spirit, as it is in this story, is a dying art. It is an older magic, something from one's predecessors, and something from which, no doubt, Secret Santa had learned from his great-grandmother. It is a special magic, a magic that somehow grants the desires of those it is cast upon, and it is not often seen.
Raven didn't look very happy to receive it. It slipped past her fabricated black shield, and coalesced around her head, and when she could finally see again, she had a sprig of mistletoe attached to her forehead.
"What the hell is this!?" Raven yelled, both relieved that it hadn't been something worse and angry that it hadn't been something worse. For, as far as Raven was concerned, physical intimacy was an evil and horrible thing on its own. Raven clawed at the sprig, leaving Secret Santa his chance to escape with the toasters…
…well, almost.