Book
"Put that down." Her tone held an edge.
He set the archaic tome down. "Raven?" Beast Boy questioned.
She sighed. "That's Malchior." Raven's demeanor shifted from typical anti-social to bristled defensiveness. "It's safest in my room with me. Away from you."
He recognized her defenses. Her back was to him; he was standing barely inside the threshold to her room. "I'm sorry he hurt you, Rae. I'm sorry I wasn't a bigger help."
She turned to face him, lavender dancing in a field of green. "I was a fool for not seeing you before."
Dust lay undisturbed on Malchior forevermore.
Angel
She fought. Beams of black energy dispersed large objects in Trigon's direction. Everything she sent at him, he blocked with such ease. She was careful to keep the people below the battle safe, but how it wore her out to fight and concentrate on the safety of those below her. The world rode on her shoulders, the future of the dimension in her hands.
After an eternity of constant fighting, Raven found a weakness, the way to end it.
Victory. The last of her energy spent, she fell from the sky. Beast Boy was waiting to catch the falling angel.
Holiday
"That's not fair. You i are /i green."
"Yeah, you wanna wear me?"
"You make me ill."
"I do not!" he protested, yelling over the other voices in the crowd watching the St. Patrick's Day Parade.
Smiling in spite of herself, Raven argued, "Bravery is green. You just can't see her. Does that count?"
"No."
"…I hate you."
"Liar!"
Raven feigned a scowl. "Who cares if I'm not wearing green?"
"St. Patrick?"
She sighed. He pouted, then exclaimed, "I know!" He ran off, leaving her astonished. He returned with a small green shamrock on a silver chain. "Happy St. Patrick's Day, Rae."