I'm afraid this story won't go on much longer- I'm coming up to the end of the show's series! ; (Unfortunately…) Thanks for the reviews and such! Don't worry, it isn't over yet! (Ps. I think this is my best chapter so far. :D)

"I'm sorry- This one? I don't get." Raven sighed to herself, a hint of amusement in her voice as she stood with folded arms in front of Kyd Wykkyd. He was raiding the local Furniture store, Bed section.

Yes, strange as it may sound, Bed section.

Raven had caught him in the act. She'd been watching for about five minutes from the roof rafters, trying to figure out what the heck he was doing. He had been systematically tugging each mattress onto its end and standing back to see whether it balanced. Most of them didn't, and either flopped back to their original positions, or fell forward, almost knocking Kyd Wykkyd off his feet. The ones that did, however, he stood next to, covered with his cloak and vanished with, only to re-appear about ten seconds afterwards, ready to keep searching.

He blinked, hands gripping the end of a curled mattress, one foot on the wooden end to give leverage. He let go and stood upright, coughing silently as he looked the other way, the mattress flopping down with an airy 'whooph' onto the bed frame. She waited a few seconds, in case he had something to 'say'. He didn't, stubbornly looking the other way, so, sighing, she had to ask:

"So, what exactly are you doing?"

He turned back to her, a grin spreading across his face. He turned and jabbed his finger at the mattress, then put the tips of his fingers together above his head, creating an inverted V-shape.

Raven's face was the epitome of confusion, one eye narrowed, with the other eyebrow raised so high it almost collided with her chakra stone, mouth hanging open slightly.

After a few seconds pause, with Wykkyd's face plastered with a knowing grin, waiting for her to catch on, his smile flickered as he realised she hadn't the foggiest of what he was doing. His smile fell, as well as his arms, frowning in annoyance. He put a finger to his lip and tapped one against the other, the other hand supporting the elbow as he tried to think of a way to communicate. He glanced about, paused, then smiled again, walking to an undisturbed bed.

He picked up the pillow at the head of it; glanced to Raven to make sure she was watching, and then put the pillow up vertically in front of his face.

A pause.

He bent his arms so the pillow was held above his head, checking Raven's reaction. Her mouth had closed, but her eyebrow had risen so high it was in danger of disappearing into her hair. He smiled quietly to himself, glad he had found a new 'game' he could play. He shifted the pillow back down in front of his face, moved it to one side of his face, then the other, then back above his head. He loosened one hand, still supporting the pillow, then tapped his knuckles on the top of the pillow.

Raven's mouth curved up at the corner. She'd always liked riddles.

"Something solid?" She asked. He shook his hand, indicating 'so-so'. "Something soft that's… meant to be solid?" He nodded. She looked over to the mattress. "Something that can stand up by itself?" He nodded again. "(Soft-solid…)" She murmured to herself. "(A bit of a contradiction, but… Self standing… ...) You can… take cover in it?" She posed, knowing she was getting close. He nodded slowly, turning his hand in a circular motion, meaning 'go on…' "You seem to be doing this solo, so it's something you do alone…?" He 'so-so'ed that remark again. "Somewhere to… hide?" He nodded, a big grin on his face.

"I think I got it." She said, understanding finally coming into her consciousness. "It's one of those things…" She shook her head at the vagueness of her statement. "Um… I can't think of the name… What kids make out of bedclothes and things… Um…" She clicked her fingers, as if coaxing the information out of her brain. "It's… (Oh, what're they called…?) A p… A… A pill-ow… A pillow fort!" She said sharply, pointing at Wykkyd, a rare 'fun' smile on her face.

He applauded her, the pillow making a 'puh' sound every time he hit it, a grin on her face.

"Yes, hooray, I got it right." She said sarcastically, her smile down to a smirk. "But that doesn't distract me from the fact that you're still stealing."

He paused mid-'puh', his face snapping to disbelief. He thought it would work! He frowned, then smiled apologetically, tilting his head to one side as he shrugged his shoulders, pleading for sympathy.

"I'm sorry. Friends are friends, but the law is the law." She stated, closing her eyes briefly. She briefly noticed that he was reaching for the edge of his cloak, and then muttered a few words under her breath, her eyes tinting white. Before Raven could move, Wykkyd whipped his cloak up and around him and vanished.

Only to re-appear a few inches to the right of where he'd started.

He blinked, looking confused as he looked round. He spotted Raven again, then whipped his cloak around himself again.

He re-appeared where he'd first teleported, mouth open, eyes wide, starting to feel anxious.

"As much fun as this is, it's no use." She said, a very slight tinge of unhappiness in her voice. "I've surrounded the building with my magic. As you know, our powers are similar, so they cancel each other out. You're going nowhere." She surmised, her face expressionless again.

Kyd Wykkyd turned and frowned at her, his frown deepening into an angry glare. She was his friend, and she was going to turn him in for something as simple as stealing a couple of mattresses?

Raven's eyes narrowed as she saw his hands curl into fists, one hand tightening its grip on his cloak.

"It's nothing personal, Wykkyd." She warned, her eyes starting to glimmer with white. "Let's not make this confrontational. I'm more than a match for you, you know that."

A beat. It was so quiet, they could hear one-another's breathing. Raven's calm and controlled. Kyd Wykkyd's quiet and starting to grate.

SHHHINKKK-TSSSCHHHH…

Wykkyd's eyes narrowed.

Raven's eyes narrowed.

The cloak-blade fizzed against the dark-magic shield.

"(Don't… Do… This…)" Raven whispered threateningly, her eyes lit by intense white light. Wykkyd glared back, his red eyes, unknown to him, giving out the faintest of glows.

After a few seconds, he closed his eyes, turning his head away and lowering his arm, the blade dissipating. Raven paused, lest he should improbably re-strike, then lowered her arms, the shield vanishing.

Kyd Wykkyd had his arms folded across his chest, staring at the floor, his body turned slightly away from her. He absent-mindedly kicked the pillow he had dropped, looking annoyed. Not at Raven, but at himself. He'd only come there to think after…

"Are you alright now?" Raven asked, emotionless, but sounding concerned for him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head down slightly, feeling disappointed in himself.

He slowly re-opened them as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Raven stood next to him, a small smile on her face. He felt her fingers tighten a little on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. A miniscule smile appeared on his face and he nodded fractionally as the hand slid off.

A pause.

Poke.

A pause.

Wykkyd blinked owlishly. He turned his head to stare at Raven, surprised by her rather odd behaviour. She folded her arms challengingly, a smug smile on her face and an eyebrow raised. The words 'C'mon then…' seemed to yell at Wykkyd from her body pose.

He narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows in reply, mirroring her body position. He lifted one hand and blatantly poked her back in the upper arm. She raised her eyebrows in mock annoyance, then poked him right back on the upper arm. His smirk grew as he poked her back in the same place. She returned it, trying to suppress her smile. He returned it. She did. He did. She did. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Pokepokepokepoke-

Before they knew it, they were in a full-on poking match, their previous scuffle long forgotten. Shielding his face, Wykkyd, laughing loudly-but-silently, inched forward, hooking his foot round Raven's ankle, then twitching sharply. She yelped as she fell back onto a free mattress, laughing aloud as she tied to shove Kyd Wykkyd off her, who had pounced on her, poking her wherever he could. Then the tables turned, for, with a flick of her hips, she rolled over and pinned Wykkyd, grabbing at his wrists to stop him poking her.

Wykkyd's silent laughter continued as he vainly struggled to get away. He glanced down, at his waist, then, strangely, his laughter subsided into a look of mock shock. Raven frowned slightly, puzzled at why he had stopped. He grinned, then nodded down at his waist. She looked down.

She was sat, straddling Wykkyd by his waist, her legs either side of his body. She glanced back up to see him start to snigger silently, fluttering his eyes at her. She rolled her eyes, annoyed-but-humorous sigh escaping her lips.

"Don't get any ideas." She said, shaking her head. "You may be 'cute', as they say, but you're not my type." Wykkyd shrugged, looking away, indicating 'Meh. Oh well.'

"Y'know, I actually had a reason to come and find you, you know." She said, sliding off him so he could sit up next to her. His eyes widened in mild surprise as he sat up. "Two reasons actually. One, to give you this." He looked down at what she had just taken out of her belt bag, and his jaw dropped.

A Titians communicator. He blinked. It was still there. He glanced up, sure she was kidding. He saw her smirk slightly at his reaction.

"Yes, it's real, and for you." She nodded. "I had a long talk with Robin. A long talk. And now… he's prepared enough to trust you to be… an honorary Titan."

He looked up again, then narrowed his eyes, asking 'what's the catch?' the best he could.

"Just one thing. You stop the robberies." She nodded to the empty bed frames behind her. He shrugged apologetically, smiling nervously. She looked at him, expressionless, an eyebrow raised. His face grew expressionless as well, realising she was really serious. His eyes flicked from her face to the communicator, then back to her.

He nodded. She smiled, standing up again as she handed it him. He stood up as well, smiling warmly at her. After a few seconds, he raised his eyebrows at Raven, leaning his head forward, as if to ask 'And…?'

"Ah, right." She said, nodding slightly. "Something from one of our other honorary Titans." She took out a blue box, the size of a ring-box, and handed it to him. "He said you'd know what he was talking about." Puzzled, and slightly wary, he took it from her and opened it. His face switched to nonplussed in an instant as he took it out, wincing at it.

A golden bell on a velvet cat collar.

Raven hid her grin as she glanced at a clock on the wall. "Well, I've got to be vacating the premises now." She said, looking back to Kyd Wykkyd. "These," She added, jerking a thumb at the empty frames, "had better be back here before the shop owner comes back in the morning." He nodded, closing his eyes and holding his hands up apologetically. She sent him a last smirk, then, eyes glowing white, turned pitch black, melting through the floor and disappearing.

Wykkyd smiled at the spot she'd vanished. But, as he looked at the communicator in his hand, he sat down on the bed again, an unhappy look crossing his face. He stared at it hard, tilting it slightly to see how it looked in the shop-lights.

He closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head slightly.

Still staring at the communicator, he tool out a thin piece of what looked like plastic out of his pocket. He pushed a micron-thin button on it's surface, re-activating the electronic letter. His eyes re-read the letter he'd got that morning…

Greeting, KYD WYKKYD.

We, of the Brotherhood of Evil, have been monitoring your criminal habits for some time and wish to invite you…