Cold
A black shadow emerged from the Tower floor, coalescing into a magnificent bird. Without warning or grace, Beast Boy tumbled onto the floor, landing on his back with his feet in the air. A moment later, and with unconscious grace, Raven regained her corporeal form and stood, staring down at the green changeling before her. He sat up and rubbed his head.
"I really hate that, you know," he complained.
"You cannot fly long distances. Would you rather use public transportation?"
"Maybe." He shivered. "Your soul is so cold."
She offered him a hand and smiled. Her smile warmed him.
Sleep
He lay on the couch, one arm on his GameStation controller, the other sticking straight out from the couch. He was drooling.
She couldn't sleep. Herbal tea would help. She ventured out to the kitchen to make some. No one would be awake.
He stirred, his GameStation controller rolling onto the floor with a THUD! He never moved.
Noticing Beast Boy for the first time, she moved to stand over him. Smiling despite herself, she extracted the controller and grabbed a blanket. Draping it over him, she sighed affectionately and resisted the urge to hit him for sleeping so soundly.
Music
She sipped her champagne. These parties Robin made them attend to socialize with the societal hoity-toities were not her thing. While she would deny the pleasure she received from wearing her high-slit blue dress and heels, the rest she openly despised. No, that's untrue. There was one other thing she appreciated.
Beast Boy squirmed in his tuxedo. A question boiled on his lips, and he feared it would boil him alive if uttered. Undervaluing his life, he ventured forward. Standing, he bowed slightly and offered a hand, the music giving him courage. "Care to dance?"
"Sure."
They were equally surprised.