IV: Save Me and Hide Me
Cyborg knew her well, well enough to know that she only retreated to the garage when every other place in the Tower had practically driven her insane. And he knew she retreated to his space because he was the only Titan who had learned how to leave her alone.
Not even Robin had quite mastered that skill.
So he didn't say anything when she floated in through the ceiling and took a seat on one of his many toolboxes. He just continued working on the newest addition to the T-Car.
If she wanted or need to talk, she would do so. She would talk of her own will, at her own pace, when she wanted to.
And soon enough, she started to talk. The moments of silence, of relaxation, had readied her to get her feelings off her chest.
And after she'd purged herself of the anger and the tension, the two of them moved on to a lighter shade of conversation.
"...And BB's all worried, shouting 'Stop it' and then he winds up calling Robin a crazy monkey, and Robin says, 'No, YOU'RE the crazy monkey!' and BB gets all offended, and—"
Raven laughed. "And he said that monkeys everywhere resented that comment, right?"
"Nope." Cyborg wiped a tears of laughter from his organic eye, smiling. "He said that monkeys everywhere resembled that comment."
They both laughed uproariously at that, and Cyborg discovered why you didn't play with hammers while telling jokes. Quickly, before Raven could see it, he pressed his metal hand against his organic one, applying pressure to the offended knuckle.
While he had no real feeling in his metal hand, the way his skin gave way under his finger and the pain informed him that he hadn't seriously hurt himself. His knuckle would be tender for a few days, but he'd done himself no further damage.
Raven looked up at him, saw the way he was holding his hand, and stood.
He gave her his best goofy "I'm an idiot sometimes" grin, but she wasn't buying it. She placed her hand over his, and closed her eyes for a moment. When she removed her hand, the bruise on his own had gone.
Her hand snaked back inside her cloak, but she couldn't move it fast enough. He grabbed her wrist, held it firm.
The bruise he'd suffered looked worse on her pale, pale skin that it had on his.