"Raven, just go home, you can't win!" Wren cackled, flying around her.
"Mother, you don't know me!" Raven cried, casting a black ring at her mother. It was easily dodged.
"I know everything about you, Raven. Mothers know everything! I can see inside your head, dear. I can hear what you think!"
'If she can hear my every thought, how can I defend myself?' Raven thought
"Oh Raven, Raven. How did I give birth to such a stupid daughter! I can hear your thoughts. You can't defend yourself!" she yelled, entangling her daughter in black and gold ropes. They were her fingers.
Raven screamed. Beast Boy watched in horror, not knowing how to help her. His parents rushed to his side and held his shoulders.
"I know something we can do, but we'll have to hurry," Joy said.
"What is it?" he asked, his voiced rushed.
"This," his dad said, holding up a tiny chip. "You will be able to mask her thoughts, almost controlling hers. You'll have to tell her quickly what the plan is."
"What is the plan. Explain so I can understand it."
"You will be thinking one thing, while she will think and perform another. Her mother will be picking up your thoughts, and be tricked," he said. "Now go!"
A green dragonfly landed near Raven's ear, and put the chip on a pressure point. "Just fight, this will help!" he said, and flew off.
Raven broke free from her restraints, eying her mother intently.
"Let's see what you can do!"
"I can do more than you can ever imagine,"
"You're going to throw a rock at me? Oh, how cunning! How ingenious! How-" she stopped with a shrouded fist to the jaw. A snap. A scream.
"Mother, mother, mother. You can't always know what I'm thinking. And now your jaw is dysfunctional, you cannot chant nor cast incantations. You're useless," Raven said, her voice victorious, eyes glowing black.
Raven flew towards her mother and thrust her hand towards her chest. The black shroud turned into a raven and burrowed a hole to her heart, which Raven grasped and ripped out. Another shriek, and a black body falling towards the sea. No splash, the body had turned to black mist.
Raven held the heart, still beating in warm red blood. "Mother." Raven floated down to the tower, and restored the shattered glass. Beast Boy followed as she walked to her room.
"Grab me that dark green book," she mumbled. She flipped the book to a specific page and chanted an ancient language. The heart bubbled and hissed, and eventually hardened. It looked like a malformed red egg. "That," she said, setting it on a small cushion, "is our child."
"Wait. What?" he asked, starting to panic.
"It's something that I cannot explain without great detail. Are you sure you want to listen?" she asked.
"I need to know," Beast Boy said, sitting down on her bed. Raven sat and grabbed his hands.
"You saw me grab my mother's heart? If a daughter, or any child is to do that to their parent over a marriage, they are to transfer their life force to it, to make it a child."
"So, you can only have one child? And to have one you have to rip your parent's heart out?"
"No! That is only if you are in a dispute over a marriage, and you combat with your parent and win. You must respect your fallen parent by having a child by the heart. A heart child. They are rare, and special. You must do your part, and contribute to the child."
"What! How do I do that?" he asked, nearly falling off the bed. Raven took the gnarled egg and put it in his hands, putting hers on his shoulders.
"I need you to think of a strong child, girl or boy, and the greatness that they will come to receive. I need you to think of your life, the highs the lows, and to concentrate on putting that into the egg. Think."
So much was rushing through his head. The times with the Titans, growing up, his first kiss, his dearest Raven. He looked at his hands, and saw them glowing a pale white.
"Keep going," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
He concentrated harder, on all of his achievements, his goals, his successes.
"Be careful, we don't want it to be cocky," she said. "I'd like a child with a sense of humor. I threw in brains, so you don't have to worry about that."
He thought of his favorite jokes, a few of his failures, his love for all animals. The white faded, and stopped.
"Now it just needs to mature. And no, I don't have to sit on it like a chicken," Raven giggled.
Beast Boy laughed, the thought of Raven sitting on an egg was the funniest thing he had imagined in a while.
"Umm. Raven, Milo, there's a strange girl with funny eyebrows asking for you on the big TV," Ignatius said, pointing to the living room.
"Star…" Raven and Beast Boy sighed together.
A/N: short but sweet!