Late Night

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It's one of those nights, you know? Dark and Stormy

No, that wasn't an adequate description. It poured. It poured like some ancient, forgotten, angry… yes, very angry rain god thundered in the clouds. Draining it's might into one single storm.

"……" Sorry. In a night like this you get an urge to wax poetic.

Where was I? Ah, yes: Dark and stormy night. The lights were out. It was as dark as the devil's soul….

"……." And I was in my Superman Boxers. Someone up there likes me.

Extremely out of character; but even boy wonders need to raid the fridge now and then. It's one of those habits you desperately try not pick up…. But that can be hard when you live with Beastboy.

"Aaahh!" Trip. Fall. Crash.

Craaaackkk!

Damm. Starfire's 'vase'. She adored it….. Sauvé, boy wonder. Very Sauvé.

"Star liked that one."

I bit back a girly scream. Under the circumstances, it was a proud feat. Raven's voice can be very creepy. Oh, and Dark and Stormy night.

"She told me it was 'ginky'…."

"Eh…. How long were you sitting there?"
"Enough to admire you're, ah, fashionable wear…." I cringe. Oh-oh…. This will do wonders for my 'great leader' image.

"Its pitch dark….. You're imagining things!"

"If that was the case, the world would be ending…….. And I don't need light to see."

"Really? That isn't in the database….."

"Well night sight doesn't help me kick Jinx's butt….."

"Maybe that's because you've never kicked Jinx's butt?" I could feel her glare.

"….. Maybe."

The lights come on…. Darkness lifted….. And everyone could now see me in my boxers.

It had other effects too. Least of which seeing Star's ginky vase laying in ruin at my feet….. But what really attracted my attention was Raven's dress. Satin. Perfectly respectful but oh, so decadent….. Well, at least that answers the question whether she sleeps in her uniform or not.

"Satin? Never though you'd go for a silk nightgown….."

"So? Being a Goth doesn't mean I want to be uncomfortable…"

"Yeah….."

"…. So, what's you're excuse?" For the boxer, she meant.

"…..Terra gave it for a Christmas present." I shrug. "One of Beastboy's gags. For some reason I didn't destroy it….. And, you know, Mumbo had somehow managed to destroy all my pants….."

She sighed "Mumbo. Cinderblock. Overload. Plasmus. It's been a busy day…… you know; when the three of them work together; what it means….?" I grit my teeth. Of course I did!

"Slade."

She sighs yet again. "Yes. He'll be making a big reentrance soon….." She slumped.

"…… Something wrong?"

"My. Body. Aches."

"You handled yourself well. Not once did you get thrown into a brick wall!" She gives me a deadpan look.

"I didn't say my body ached because of combat."

"Oh…." I shift uncomfortably. What did she mean?

"………"
"…….."

"So….. What are you going to do about the vase?"
"Ah….." Good Question. "I'll think of something." She smiled, bleakly.

"OK……"
"So….. What were you doing?"
"Reading."

"In the dark?"

"I told you…. I don't need light to see."

"But do you prefer to read in the dark?" I pressed on.

"……Never."

"Uh-Uh?"

"Just….. Never, Robin. I don't prefer the dark."

"…….."

She sighed yet again. "Slade……"
"What about him?"

"Something bad is going to happen, Robin….. I can feel it."

"…… nothing is going to happen."

"Don't be so sure."

"……"
"……"

"So…… what were you reading?"

"TS Elliot."

She stretches.

Sighs.

Gets up.

And moves for the door.

"……" I decide not to stop her.