Who-hoo! Second Chapter! Thanks for all the positive feedback.

Big ups to:

Crazy Girl Person: Thanks! I like Beast Boy too! That's why I wrote him first. This chapter was kinda difficult, because I have very little insight into her character, but I think I did a good job.

kmutt: Well, as you will see, its the same morning for all five. Thanks a lot!

Blaze: Same morning for everyone! Did I curse last chapter? Ah well. Thanks for the review!

mattb3671: Thanks for the very positive review. I like this style of writing because its a very basic idea, but also very easy to flesh out. Thanks again!

Mornings - Chapter 2

Raven

Hmmmmmm...mrrble...

Ahhh...good morning room.

Clock? 8:00. Dang, overslept. Whatever, I feel good.

Only other person up right now is Robin. I can feel his thought patterns from here. All cold and even, but with bursts of warmth, especially around his friends. Probably how Batman's mind would read.

Scratch that. I wouldn't want to be anywhere near Batman's mind.

What to wear? Heh. Yeah right. Nice joke. 'Purple cloak?' 'Nah, I'll go with the purple cloak.'

Hmm...mental note, leotards need to go to the dry cleaners, I'm down to...three.

Hmm...I need some more shampoo...some of that herbal stuff sounds good...ah well, shower time.

Ahhhhh...I love you, warm water. Shame we must part. I shall return!

Towel, towel...? Feeling around for- Ah, there.

When is the training session for? 11? Heh, Gar's complaints must have finally gotten to Dick.

Well, that and Star. If he wasn't with Star, he'd be a head case.

...me, talking about head cases? My dad is a demon overlord. Who am I to talk about head cases?

Hmm...me dry, towel wet. Urg.

Hallways are always quiet in the morning.

I love it when its like this, before the cacophony of noise of Beast Boy and Cyborg fighting, Cyborg and Robin arguing, or Star making some kind of food that would inevitably gain sentience. Just last week we had to fight one of her puddings...come to think of it, I think we left whatever was left of it in the refrigerator. Better tell Star either to eat it or toss it into the sun.

Kitchen...yup, there's Robin. Dick. Whatever.

He nods to me, and I nod back. No words are necessary, not between us.

Love that about him.

Ever since he tried to defend me against Slade, I have felt very close to him. Not romantically, because we can all see that he only has eyes for Starfire, but its still nice.

I reach for the tea kettle, and put the leaves and the water in. I set the flame on the oven to Really, Really Ridiculously High.

Cyborg designed everything in this Tower, and he let Beast Boy name half of the functions. Bad move on Cyborg's part.

The tea is done in about 4 seconds. I pour it using my powers; reaching into the flames enveloping my kettle would result in a lost hand.

Not gonna drink the tea right now though. I value my lips, thank you very much.

I look over to see what Robin's reading; the paper he is reading is The Daily Planet; apparently, Lois Lane has a damn fine article, because Robin's attention is glued to the page.

I sit down to read the local paper, and before I know it, its 10:00.

Here comes Cyborg and Starfire; he comes in, metal feet clanging against the floor, and Star talking his ear off.

She comes flying in, all happy smiles, and to be honest, I can't say that she doesn't bring one to my face too, though I'd rather eat her pudding before admitting it, or readily displaying it.

Cyborg, or Vic as he wants to be called, calls out a good morning before heading to the oven. He starts heating up some...mmm...ham...smells good. I'll have some later. For now, between the tea and the silence and the paper and the aroma of ham, its nice.

I slip into a light, meditative trance after I finish the paper. Its nice. I don't lose the atmosphere, and I can reach within myself for peace as well.

Beast Boy comes in, and he disturbs the area; disturbance isn't wrong, necessarily, but it does tend to snap me out of my trances.

Contrary to what some believe, I do like Beast Boy as a friend. Maybe it will become something more, but I can't let it until I get control of what my emotions can do.

He's staring at me. Why?

...She's cute...isn't making fun...me...

My eyes snap open, and I stare back. I heard enough to guess what he was thinking.

Not my fault though. I don't go around reading minds. Not my fault if people project. Heh.

Not angry with him though. Its flattering. He's walking back to the refrigerator. Its apparent in his gait that he's a little disoriented.

I think I messed with him. Heh.

Cool.

Robin announces the training session in five minutes. I better head over; he gets a bit touchy if we are late.

And by touchy, I mean Batty. And by Batty, I mean Batman-like.

I look back to Beast Boy as I leave, his head still in the refrigerator.

...nice tush.

...where did that come from?

...whatever.

Whew...second chapter's done. This one was tough, but I enjoyed it. Raven is a fun character to write, almost as fun as Beast Boy.

Please R & R!