They say it is always calmest just before the storm.
And this was certainly true for the Teen Titans, the young heroes and protectors of Jump City, as they enjoyed, what was to them, a typically relaxing day of spring. Or rather, un-typical, considering the usual activities for a young superhero. It had been quiet all day, and the Titans, rather than stay inside and play games, waiting for the alarm to sound, had found other activities to keep themselves preoccupied on an unusually sunny if cool day.
All except Raven, of course, though for once she had an excuse to stay cooped up in the Tower. She was ill with the fever which had been going around. Nothing serious, of course, but it did leave her lacking in energy and complaining of headaches. Her herbal tea and the miracles of modern medicine tended to help, however.
So it was that the lavender-haired sorceress found herself in the living room of Titan's Tower, enjoying the solitude as the other Titans were out and about. Cyborg was technically still in the Tower, but he was down below in the garage, working on the T-Car. Which was a little out of the ordinary, considering that he'd already been working on it the other day.
But today the Titans had learned some rather disturbing news. Before Robin's investigation had turned up anything, the local police chief had called them, and they'd learned that Brother Blood had already been found. Or rather, what was left of him. They were still investigating the matter themselves, but so far had no leads. And that was what was bothering Cyborg, making him continue his repairs and maintenance of the T-Car even though his 'baby' was in pristine condition. He was upset he hadn't been the one to finish Blood. And maybe even a little worried that someone else had. Someone brutal, if the reports from the police station had been accurate. They hadn't gone into the gory details, but they could tell something vicious had befallen the HIVE headmaster. And so Cyborg was dealing with his frustration the way he always had. Manual, physical labor. Whether it was working out in the gym or working on the T-Car, when his hands were active, his mind was calmed.
Raven, on the other hand, was almost the complete opposite. She was most perfectly content when all was still, and quiet, and she could let her mind wander freely. If she didn't live with the Titans, she'd have achieved spiritual enlightenment by now.
Sighing softly, more in contentment than annoyance, she turned the page of her latest book (the final in the Harry Potter series, which she'd been waiting ages for) she turned the page and let her eyes drift down the first line of the page to continue reading.
Her eyes glowed, and she threw out a hand, allowing her dresser to become engulfed in a black aura as she hurled it at her attacker, who nimbly dodged aside, letting the dresser shatter on the ground. It had missed, but it had been enough to get him to loosen his grip around her throat. Now she could speak again, and her magic would be more powerful.
"Who are you?" she hissed, rubbing her throat. He'd left a mark with those gauntlet's on his hands. "How did you get in here? What're you after?"
"My my, aren't we full of questions," came the replied, as the figure leapt up and over the broken remains of the dresser and slammed his foot into the sorceress's midsection, knocking the wind from her and sending her crashing into the far wall. "Still," he continued lightly, as if he wasn't in the middle of a deadly fight. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I am Brother Blood, I hacked into your security system... and..."
Raven's eyes snapped wide open, and in an instant blinked them then looked back down at the page. To her surprise, the words were gone. Or rather, not gone, but what she'd expected. The exploits of three teenaged wizards and their dark lord enemy. No mention of the Titans. Frowning, Raven shook her head, marked the page with her bookmark, and shut it with a decisive snap, standing. This wasn't something she could ignore. She needed to see to it immediately.
Strolling down the corridor with the book under her arm, Raven made her way back to her room, and more specifically to an open diary lying on nightstand. Well, diary was perhaps a strong word, for it did not contain any of her thoughts or feelings (she kept those locked inside) but rather, she'd begun writing in it recently when she'd begun experiencing similar flashes of insight. Seeing things before they happened, hearing things before a person opened their mouth. Little things, really, like Starfire was going to knock on her door and ask her to visit the mall... a full five minutes before she'd done it. Or knowing that Beastboy had been about to watch an animal rights activist live broadcast before he'd even asked for the remote. At first she'd chalked them up to being an insightful, empathic person. One able to gauge her teammates and read them in a fashion similar to that of her books. But more recently, she'd been forced to accept the truth.
She was seeing flashes of the future.
Precognition. Seeing things before they happened. She didn't know why... she suspected it was another emerging power... a gift from her father, the now long-dead Trigon the Terrible. That was why she wrote it down in the journal, so she could find some pattern to her visions and maybe learn to control them. The precognitions were likely another manifestation of her half-demon heritage. And that thought made her shiver, her body chilled to the bone.
"I'm not a monster," she whispered softly, picking up the pen beside her diary. "I'm nothing like my father."
Dutifully she jotted down the information. And wondered still what was to come.
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Beastboy was a flirt.
He was the first to admit it. As a child, he'd loved nothing less than being the center of attention, and as he'd grown older and matured, his desire to make people laugh, and especially girl's, had matured into friendly flirting on a near constant basis. Curiously, despite his unnatural hue, women generally did not find him hideous to look upon. Quite the contrary. They thought he was cute. The pointed ears tended to help.
But his biggest, most powerful weapon in the war against the beautiful ladies of the world was currently squirming along the ground beside him on a leash, the Titan mascot Silkie. Again, you would think walking around a beady-eyed maggot on a leash in the same manner as a dog would draw more screams than coos, but for some reason Beastboy and Silkie both had a look that said "come hug me."
Worked better than a moped.
Today, however, was somewhat on the quiet side, and Beastboy had finished walking Silkie but was loathe to return to the Tower just yet and waste such a beautiful day. So he'd wrapped Silkie's leash around his ankle and sat down in the shade of a nearby tree, resting his hands behind his head as a pillow and staring up at the sky.
Unsurprisingly, Raven was on his mind.
The Teen Titans had been good friends for many years now, almost a full decade, as the Mayor of Jump City had reminded Robin the other day. And over the years their bonds of friendship had grown stronger by the trials they'd gone through. They were less a team now and more of a family. But Beastboy wasn't completely comfortable with that image in his mind. Because that'd make Raven his sister. And that was that last thing he wanted now.
What he wanted was to make Raven happy.
And in his own way, he did. He didn't crack stupid jokes or bounce around like a fool, trying to make her laugh, as he'd done years ago. Now, he was simply there for her. He still flirted with girls outside of the Titans, and sometimes even Starfire (now that she and her boyfriend could understand it wasn't serious) but never with Raven. But at the end of the day he was always there for her. Shopping for the herbal tea blend she enjoyed, bidding her good-night at the end of a long day. He was the last person she ever saw before she sealed herself up in her room at night. And more often than not, the first she saw in the morning when she emerged, offering her up some tofu breakfast (which, more often than not, she declined).
But he still couldn't make her happy. Not really, truly happy. She could manage a smile every so often but nothing truly sincere. And a laugh from Raven was a moment that came only once in a blue moon. They'd lived together for years, and Raven was still an enigma to Beastboy. He couldn't quite tell what made her tick. He knew she was afraid of losing control of her emotions (and thus, her power) but beyond that he couldn't quite tell what held her back. And what prevented Raven and Beastboy from having a relationship like Robin and Starfire (who were currently out on their one-year anniversary date in another part of the city).
Suddenly he chuckled, a flash of realization coming into his green head.
"Must be why I like her so much," he stated aloud. Because she's the one girl I can't have, he finished, idly tugging on his foot to draw Silkie back. He'd been wandering into a flower patch, and if Beastboy didn't stop him he'd devour them all before too long.
Beastboy smiled, resting his head back down and letting Silkie wander freely across the grass. He'd gotten a little bigger over the years as well, but so far had yet to change much. And he certainly hadn't evolved into a moth yet. Robin had theorized that Silkie's form had been trapped into the state it was now. The Zorka berries had 'caused a brief, spontaneous mutation, and now he was back to normal. He might stay the way she was for years... perhaps even decades.
Which was good, because the Titans loved him. They'd had to lose him.
Well, except maybe Cyborg, but he'd forgive Silkie sooner or later for eating his favorite wrench.
Beastboy sighed again, peering up at the sky, and let his thoughts drift back to his favorite lavender-haired sorceress. It had taken him a while to realize how much he cared about her... and he supposed that was part of growing up... but now that he was older... he knew. And it had helped to make him a lot calmer around her.
Just like...
Beastboy's eyes snapped open.
"I forgot..."
Without hesitation he picked up Silkie's leash in his hand and, giving him a gentle tug, guided him as he left the park, walking forward with a single, intense focus. There was somewhere he needed to be, and someone he needed to see. He'd drop Silkie off at the Tower. It... wouldn't be proper to bring her along.
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Far below Titan's Tower, in the sub-level basements, there existed the great garage and hangar that housed the Titan vehicles. Not quite the Javelin bays of the Watchtower, but they served the teenaged heroes well enough when one or another could not be transported across great distances, down under the ocean's depths, or into the vastness of space. Initially, it had just been the T-Sub, built by Cyborg himself, as the teams only way of traveling under the water to deal with aquatic menaces like Trident and the sonic resonator built by the HIVE academy. Later, the T-Sub had been joined by the T-Car, Cyborg's crowning achievement and his proudest, most dearest work. The T-Sub had undergone a number of transformations, into the T-Ship to travel into space after a runaway Titan, and then into a hybrid of space and sea traveling vessel. Both of these were housed inside the island on which Titan's Tower rested, and included a hangar at the top and an underwater hatch at the bottom for exits of the various vehicles. Cyborg's T-Car also had a long underwater tunnel connecting it to the main streets of Jump City.
One might've thought such a tunnel was an invitation for all sorts of baddies to sneak into the Tower, but they were sorely mistaken. It was protected by only the latest in defensive technology, and only the Titans and certain key individuals of Jump City were permitted to pass through it without being vaporized instantly.
The hangar also contained a very sizable auto-repair shop, a gift from the citizens of Jump City for the Titan's hard work protecting them. A number of things were gifts from them. Theirs was a symbiotic relationship, in some ways. Scratching their back and getting them scratched in return. In a way it was a good thing. It helped create a closer bond between the heroes of Jump City and those they protected. Unlike the Justice League, who could and would appear mysteriously, offer aid, then leave. But then again, they did have that mysterious outside source of funds.
Whereas the most the Titans got was hazard pay and the occasional gift from a wealthy business or family. But they weren't in it for the money, after all. They were heroes.
Cyborg idly paused, lifting up his mechanized arm to brush away the sweat from his forehead, the cool metal helping immeasurably. The T-Car was in pristine condition, as always, but he took it apart and put it back together every so often, upgrading here and there. Much like he did with himself, really. A shipment of new parts tended to come on a yearly basis from the STAR labs where his dad worked. The last shipment had arrived a month ago but Cyborg'd been too busy to get that upgrade. Still, it wasn't that badly needed.
What he did need, however, was something to do.
Sighing in frustration, Cyborg tossed aside his wrench and stood, walking to the opposite end of the hangar and folding his arms across his broad, metallic chest, thinking.
"I don't get it," he muttered to himself. Long years of being the Titan's odd man out (Robin and Starfire were head over heels for one another, and Raven and Beastboy were a couple whether they admitted it or not) had brought him into the habit of talking to himself. It helped to think aloud, sometimes. "Brother Blood is gone and dead. I should be happy. I should be celebrating... like the East gang are doing," he remarked to himself.
Titan's East, a sub-branch of the team that existed in Steel City, had been there when Blood had first been defeated. They'd been by Cyborg's side when he'd brought the man down to his knees and finally captured him after a series of attacks on the Titans and the world in general. They'd been watching Steel City to make sure Blood had kept out of trouble, as well as handle the few superhuman baddies who preferred colder climates in which to perpetrate their misdeeds. True, they'd missed Blood's orphanage plot, but nobody was perfect. And after he'd escaped again, they'd helped a lot in letting Cyborg know so he and his green buddy could stop Blood before he started up any more mischief.
The splinter Titan organization had been celebrating when they learned of Blood's defeat. Their leader, Bumblebee, had even invited Cyborg to join them in Steel City for a few days and join them. He'd had to turn her down. And he hadn't enjoyed that. Partly because he really did want to be celebrating. And partly because... he really did enjoy hanging out with the spunky heroine. She made him feel... normal. Kinda like Jinx had. Kinda like Sarasim had too. Cyborg was actually beginning to wonder if Sarasim was a distant ancestor of Bumblebee. They certainly had a lot in common.
But mostly he'd turned them down... because he was worried.
"Something just... just isn't right," he said. "We don't know who took out Blood. And whoever could do that could be a friend... or an enemy."
Cyborg straightened his broad shoulders and made his way back to the T-Car, making some final adjustments and gently slamming the hood down. He hopped into the driver's seat and strapped himself in, reaching above his head to the review mirror and activating the program that would give him a clear trip straight out of the garage and into Jump City.
Time he found out some answers for himself.
Putting his metal to the pedal to the other metal, Cyborg let the T-Car burn rubber as it launched itself out of the hangar and headed down the underground tunnel towards Jump City.
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Famous for many reasons, including a resident team of superheroes, Jump City also boasted some of the best foods that could be found this side of the world. Including but not limited to some of the world's finest pizza's outside of Italy, at a quaint little restaurant near the town center. The owner, in a stroke of creative genius, had designed the place to resemble from the sky an actual slice of pizza, the two intersecting roads made for a V shape in the building's design, and the roof had been opened up for those wanting to eat outside. The roof was painting a yellow-gold not unlike cheese, and the circular tables and umbrellas above them were the red of pepperoni slices. It was a popular hangout place for the youth of Jump City.
Regular citizen and superhero alike.
"Double anchovies and pineapples?" asked the man behind the counter. "Wow... you're only the second girl I've ever heard order something that bizarre..."
The auburn hair girl blushed, rubbing a hand behind the back of her head nervously. "Uhm... I am... most particular about what I eat," she replied. "I am... uh..."
The boy beside her came to her rescue, gently placing a hand on the red-headed girl's shoulder. She relaxed instantly. He moved forward, beckoning the cashier forward into a conspiratorial conversation. His voice a stage whisper, he said "She's on this really weird diet... humor her."
"Ah, gotcha," replied the cashier with a knowing nod of his head. "And you sir?"
"I'll settle for the works. Large please."
"You got it. Everything'll be set in ten minutes tops. We'll call out your number," said the cashier, as the two teens paid him and took their receipt, stepping out of the pizza building proper and onto the terrace, immediately locating a table at the very tip of the 'V' shape, furthest from everyone else... so they could have more time alone, naturally.
A casual observer wouldn't have seen anything out of the ordinary about these two young teens. Older teens, really, properly classified as young adults. College students, in all likelihood.
The girl was the taller of the two by an inch or so, a slender and shapely girl with deeply tanned, rich skin. She was dressed in a purple halter-top held up by a pair of spaghetti-thin straps. One which barely covered a blossoming, womanly figure that would been the envy of most supermodels. A pair of snug, khaki shorts that molded against her shapely hips covered her legs, and a pair of sandals wrapped around her feet. Her eyes with a soft, forest green, and her hair cascaded down her back in rich auburn waves.
A slender silver-gray ring with a blue gemstone adorned her finger.
The boy was an inch or two shorter than the girl, his physique was all but hidden under a red sweatshirt thrown on over his body, obscuring his figure beneath it. His eyes were a deep ocean blue. He was dark-haired and spiky-haired, with locks as black as ebon and as pointed as the quills of a porcupine, aided by hair gel no doubt. A pair of dark jeans covered his legs all the way down to a pair of blue and white shoes covering his feet. A backpack was slung over his shoulder, bright red with a patch over the back, no doubt covering a rip.
"It is so very nice to get out like this," said the girl, slipping into the seat the boy had just offered to her. He couldn't really pull it out, they were welded into the place, but he was letting her sit first. Such a gentleman. A rarity in this day and age.
"Like what?" he asked, sitting down beside her. Both of them had their backs to the establishment and the other customers, and just watched the passing cars below the establishment as they talked.
"Like... this..." she said, gesturing oddly. "Being out alone, none of our friends with us... none recognizing us. I have never felt so... simple."
He smiled at that. "You mean normal."
"Yes... that's it... I mean... well I don't know what I mean," she said with a soft laugh.
The boy smiled, nodding his head. He knew what she meant. Being brought up a Princess, then a superhero, she wasn't used to traveling around anywhere without everyone knowing exactly who she was at a glance. Most of the Titans were like that. And most of them didn't have alter egos or secret identities like him. Like Richard Greyson, who right now was sitting at a pizza place. So, in a somewhat awkward romantic gesture, in recognition of their one-year anniversary (she'd almost been afraid he'd forgotten) the Boy Wonder had gotten her a gift.
A holographic inducing ring. It didn't really even change her much. Just altered her hair, eye and skin coloration a few shades closer to human standards and gave her a change of clothes. It wasn't much... but then again Superman had been managing for years with nothing but a business suit and some nerdy glasses, or so his mentor had confided to him.
"I still prefer the other way you look, Kory," he said affectionately, placing a hand over hers. She returned the gesture, squeezing his hand back softly. And he meant what he said. The holographic image of Starfire had the same features, the same pert little nose the same wide eyes, but all the colors were wrong, and he felt like he was looking at a bad picture. Her skin wasn't supposed to be tan, it was supposed to be a golden-bronze. Her hair wasn't meant to be a faded auburn, but a red so intense it seemed like the fire for which she was named. And her eyes weren't suppose to be sea-green on white, but cool forest on emerald.
"I could remove the ring," she offered.
"And reveal to the world your secret identity?" he asked teasingly.
"Nobody cares who I am," she replied lightly, leaning in her face until it was very near his. "But they would care if they saw me with you," she added regretfully.
"I don't like this either Kory... hiding who we are... I want to tell everyone but..."
"But then we'd be in danger. You more than I," she intoned softly. She'd heard it all before. It still upset her a little. Gently, he squeezer her hand, letting her draw on his strength. And for a human, he had lots of it. Not physical strength. Confidence.
But something felt wrong. He felt tense. Starfire... or rather... Kory Anders, her holographic human alter-ego, lifted her head to peer at him curiously. "What is wrong Ro... er... Dick?" she asked quietly.
"Nothing," he replied quickly. Too quickly. Her eyes narrowed. Her hand drifted down to her hand, closing her fingers over holographic ring and tugging it slightly so it slid over her knuckle. He did not yet react, except to quirk an eyebrow.
"Tell me what is wrong, Richard Greyson," she hissed out softly. "Or I take off the ring."
"You wouldn't," he said, but with little conviction.
"I am tired of secrets, I am tired of lies... I am tired of... of..." she started to say, her hands trembling. "Tell me what is wrong!"
He hesitated... but ultimately... couldn't say no.
"I'm scared," he said simply, turning his head away.
Koriand'r of Tamaran blinked, caught totally off guard by the answer. In all the years she had known Robin, the only time he'd ever been scared... really, truly terrified... had been the time she'd nearly been married off to that disgusting, arrogant blob Gigrrisklechhh. And in a sense, that hadn't been fear for himself, but for her. For his friends. It was something that had been used against him before. When Slade had threatened the lives of the titans and made Robin into his apprentice.
What could he be scared of now?
"Come here," she said simply, holding out her arms to him.
A year or two ago, Robin would had offered a feeble protest. But having found out that if he'd refused Starfire would physically yank him into her arms, he went willingly now, letting her wrap her arms around his shoulders in a much-needed hug. His body, normally tense enough to break steel across has back, relaxed instantly. No where on Earth did he feel more comfortable than in the embrace of his girlfriend.
"I am here for you, my Iihsoik," she murmured, using the Tamaranian word for 'beloved.' She'd started using it a year ago, when they'd first started officially dating. Robin had yet to return the phrase, though it was clear to Starfire he wanted to. He would come close, once or twice... but couldn't bring himself to voice it. A lifetime of closing off his emotions had made it hard for him to open his heart.
"Starfire," he murmured back, his voice soft. None overheard his slip of her true name. "I can handle this it's..."
"No," she replied. "You have been by my side when I was scared... now it is my turn."
Robin was about to offer up another half-hearted protest, but he'd protested enough. So he relaxed in her embrace, and she idly stroked the back of his neck to help sooth his troubled mind. It didn't work, but she was trying so very hard, he decided to let her think it was working.
He was worried. Brother Blood's recent death had meant a new, stronger force had come to Jump City. One that was keeping to the shadows, for nothing he could find could support it. He knew they were there though. He could almost smell them. It was a sixth sense of all of those who trained in the Batcave. To know trouble was coming. And the Titan's weren't ready for it. The past year or so had been peaceful, and apart from that one jail break with the HIVE kids they hadn't had a decent challenge or criminal in years. No threats. They'd even skipped some of their training sessions. Robin was beginning to grow fearful the Titans were getting slack. Maybe even weak. Especially himself. He'd been spending time with Starfire, the two of them going on dates as Dick and Kory, just enjoying one another's company.
Not for the first time, Robin wished he'd been born a metahuman. Someone who could be in two places at once. Or split himself in two. One Robin to train and battle evil, and the other to tell Starfire he loved her. But he couldn't.
Now I know how the old man feels about is relationship with Wonder Woman, he thought with a wry grin.
Starfire sensed the shift in his body, as he lifted his head.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied, shaking his head. "Just an amusing thought."
She smiled, pleased at least she'd managed to lift the depressing cloud surrounding Robin. For even a short time, at least.
"Number forty-five! Hey!"
Robin's and Starfire's heads snapped up simultaneously. The cashier was by the door, waving at them. "Aren't you two forty-five!"
The pizza.
Starfire gently broke her embrace and stood before Robin could, and even gently (for a Tamaranian) pushed him back into his seat when he moved to accompany her. "I'll get it," she said simply.
Robin smiled ruefully, and reluctantly sat back down. When Starfire wanted something, there was little that could stand in her way. Like most Tamaranians, she was ruled by her emotions. Emotions that gave her power and strength. Her people freely felt happiness, sadness, love, and even anger and hatred. At first Robin had thought Starfire alone was like that, but he was soon to discover that the majority of her species were equally emotional, even Blackfire and Galifore, though in their own ways.
He envied them for that. To so completely open their hearts.
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Author's Notes:
It seemed an appropriate choice of book for Raven (a teenaged witch herself) to be reading. As the story is five or so years after the events of Teen Titans, I assume the last book would've been out by that time. In the comics Raven was a precog and a telepath with no telekinetic abilities or magic, as we see in the animated series. Her developing powers will come into play later, so I've decided to include an introduction and background to them here. Silkie of course most remember from 'Can I Keep Him?' and initially appearing at the very end of 'Date with Destiny.' The T-Car we all remember from 'Car Trouble' and a slew of episodes thereafter and it's sister Titan transport, the T-Sub/T-Ship has been seen in numerous episode (though its name seems to keep switching back and forth) including 'Deep Six', 'Transformation', 'Betrothed', 'Wavelength' and 'Titan's East.' The Pizza Restaurant is the one first seen in 'Final Exam' and spotted in various other episodes as background. The holographic generating ring comes from 'Deception,' and Kory Anders is comic-Starfire's semi-secret identity. Iihsoik is 'koishii' backwards, which in Japanese means 'beloved.' Robin's thoughts about growing weak without a decent threat mimic a conversation between him and "Slade" in 'Haunted.' Next time: Tartarus reveals themselves to the Titans.
Todd fan: You usually do, but thank you anyways.
Pnaixrose: Long as I keep getting reviews. And of course Blackfire's in it. It's hard to find an arch-rival for Starfire, she's so hard to hate. Beastboy too.
TDG3RD: Certainly takes after her dad, if nothing else. Bits, yes, small bits… just enough to spice things up. And sorry, no Jericho. He requires a bit too much set-up, especially since I only know him after the Titans and after he was killed. You'll just have to settle for his little sister.
Ultimate R-Man: Oh go ahead and say it, by now everyone's been searching on-line to find out about the Ravager and know darn well who she is. I never knew her in the comics prior to being the Ravager (not really) and learning the serum unbalanced her mind it made sense to me, none-the-less I am flattered by your comment.
Ray1: Terr… Terra the Ravager? Well I can see where you're going with that but uhm… no, not Terra. Terra has never been truly evil, in my eyes. Misguided, messed up, perhaps, but not evil. Sadly, hers is a different fate in my story.
Elrohirthewriter: Oh darn I'd better buzz Livewire to get over here and assist me then. Hehe. Glad you're enjoying the surprises.
Blackbird: Oh? What's this group of OC's called? Sounds interesting, I would like to check it out. See where our ideas run parallel and where they're completely different. And yes, counterbalance good.
Yomiori-Wolfdemon: Never been a fan of FF myself, but to each their own. Glad you're enjoying the story. And thanks again for the Princesses.
Seth Turtle: Relative, meaning she was out of options. Don't worry, she'll be the spunky, nobody-controls-me bitch we all know and love once I get more of a chance to let her shine. Fanboyness demanded I insert her into the story, so I can have her wrestle with her sister… in mud… hehehe. Kidding. While reading up on the female Ravager may be good, don't take it too literally, this one is a bit… tweaked from the original.
ViciousAssassin: Secret Origins, my first Teen Titan story. And while there is a connection, the two characters are not related in the manner you suggest, considering one is a human girl and the other was a giant scorpion-spider. Romance! Ackt you figured me out, damn you to the depths of Trigon's home!