Raven leaned her head against the cool tiles as the hot water beat softly against her back. Her mind wondered back to the accident, to the fright she felt, and then to going home, feeling Beast Boy's mouth…oh God, she really didn't need to go there.

Groaning as her body responded to the thought, Raven washed the soap from her body and shut off the water. Things with Beast Boy had gotten…personal. Never in her entire seventeen years of living had she felt such raw…pleasure. Yeah, okay, so she had dreamed about it a few times, but she had never expected it to happen, especially when it was Beast Boy using his…okay, not going to go there again.

Raven wrapped a towel around her chest, trying to rid her long dark hair of annoying tangles. After changing into a black Slipknot T-shirt and purple pajama bottoms, Raven crawled onto her bed, diving beneath the warm, silk covers. Despite the fact that the fire blazed in the hearth across from her bed, she was freezing. Even though the mayor was paying for the utilities, Raven didn't want to run the heater. What she really needed, no, wanted, was to snuggle against Beast Boy.

See, this is the reason why you were never in a relationship before. You get too caught up. But, I guess, considering the terms… Raven groaned again. Heat once again pooled in her stomach as she remembered the way he pleasured her, the way she had cried out his name. It seemed that she was never going to let it go, so she decided that perhaps sleep was the best medicine for her problem. Wrapping herself in a cocoon of sheets and blankets, Raven closed her eyes and prayed for sleep.


He hadn't planned on raping her. Truly, he hadn't. But, after the events of today, he needed to bury his fury somewhere…or should he say, in someone. It had surprised him to find a young girl standing outside the mall, obviously mad. Even from his truck he could tell that she was pretty. Her long, red-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a darling white ribbon tied into a bow. Her skin was tan against the white of her dress, and, before he grabbed his tools, felt the desire wash across him.

As he got out of his truck, he noticed the way she stiffened, staring at him. Well, he thought himself, this should turn out to be interesting. He grinned beneath his mask, twirling the white rose between his fingers.

She said something to the person on the other line as he approached. As he neared her, the young girl bolted, dropping her cell phone. She skidded to a halt, pounding on the front doors of the mall, but, finding them lock, let out a string of curses. He chuckled. So young to have such foul language.

He watched her run to the side of the building, and snickered. He knew that there was a dead end around the side. Poor thing. Her fear must have her mind clouded. He stood at the entrance of the alleyway, his lips quirked.

She slammed a fist against the brick, letting out a howl of anger and fear. She took a shuddering breath, and turned.

"I'll fight you with every ounce of strength I have, you bastard." Taken aback at the fire in the girl's blue eyes, he stared, before throwing back his head and laughing. "My dear girl, what a spirit you have. I know I'll enjoy you."

"Let's see if you get the chance." Never before had he met a girl with such fierceness. Most of his victims cowered away from him, knowing what was to come, and though the fear was evident in her eyes and body, she stood her ground. He couldn't help but admire her.

As he walked toward her, she stood still, her fist clenched and eyes narrowed. He felt the heat of desire as she flinched at the large stiletto he pulled from the sheath at his side. He heard her breath catch in her throat, but still she stayed, waiting for him.

Knowing he could take his time, the White Rose Killer chuckled. But suddenly, she moved quickly, ramming her shoulder into his stomach like she was on the football team and knocking him to the ground. He was shocked but for a moment. He grabbed her ankle as she tried to run past him. She hit the ground hard on her stomach, grunting as her chin made contact with concrete. Making his move, the White Rose killer shoved his dagger into the girl's calf, slicing her so deeply that he felt his knife hit bone. She screamed as he sliced her from knee to ankle. Lust surged through him as blood pored from the deep wound onto his hand. He laughed.

Suddenly, she twisted, using her uninjured foot to kick his across the side of his head. White dots blurred his vision as she scrambled up, collapsing once as her wounded leg gave out on her. He could hear her sobs of pain as he regained his feet. With her mutilated leg, she was slow, having to resort to limping and supporting her weight against the wall. He caught up with her.

He shoved her against the wall hard, his anger rising to the surface. "You little bitch."

Her hair had fallen from the band and fell across his arm as he slid his hands down her petite body. She didn't scream, but kept her eyes closed and teeth clenched. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he lifted her skirt. Suddenly, she started to say something in a language he had never heard before. Latin, maybe? Greek? He didn't know, but what ever it was, it was lovely coming from her.

He almost couldn't take the excitement as he stared to pull off her underwear. "Don't worry," he whispered against her ear as he worked on his belt, "it won't last long." He grinned as sobs finally wracked her small body.

All of the sudden, he heard the squeal of tires. His head snapped up as a black Mustang barreled into the parking lot. It spun before a tall man climbed out and was racing towards them, screaming out, "Harley!"

The White Rose killer cursed, and quickly grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair. "I'm not through with you yet, Harley Waylin." With all the strength he could muster, the White Rose Killer struck her, sending her sprawling onto the hard pavement.

He had to get away. There was no way in hell he was going to be caught, and this young bastard was heading right for him at amazing speed. The White Rose Killer pulled out his trusty revolver, and fired. The man cursed as the bullet grazed his shoulder, but he was still racing toward him. . The White Rose Killer fired again, this time his bullet hitting the man's thigh. The young man bent over in pain, but he guessed from the way the young man ran to his victim that he wasn't hurt too bad. Damn. The White Rose Killer hopped into his car and slammed on the gas, darting from the scene. He slammed a fist down against his steering wheel. Jesus, how many girls were going to get away from him?


Raven bolted up in bed, screaming. Burring her face in her hands while her body shook, Raven tried to control her breathing. Harley, oh God, Harley. Was she okay? Had it already happen? Was it going to happen? Oh God.

She heard the pounding on her door, the curses, and watched Beast Boy burst into her room, his hair disheveled from sleep.

"Raven?" He was on her bed instantly, holding her against him while she shook. She didn't cry, no, but she desperately wanted to. She couldn't ruin everything by collapsing an entire building because of her emotions.

"What happened, Rae? What did you see?"

Desperately trying to catch her breath, Raven managed, "Harley."

"Harley? He attacked Harley? Is she okay? Did you see it? Do you know if she's alright?"

Beast Boy pulled Raven into his lap, where she curled up into a little ball, her head against his neck. She breathed in the cool, clean sent of him as she tried to fight back the tears. The lamp beside her bed cracked. She started to draw away from him, but he held her closer.

"It's alright, Rae. Just…let 'em out."

"I can't," she said monotonously.

"I hate when you do this to yourself, Rae. Holding in emotions is killer on the mind."

"Please, Beast Boy. I don't want to talk. Just…hold me." He was surprised at first, but regained his senses.

"Alright." Stroking her still-wet hair, Beast Boy scooted back slowly until his back was pressed against the headboard. An hour later, when Raven was snuggled against him in her sleep, Beast Boy leaned his head back, staring at the shadows on the ceiling.

It was still hard to believe that he, Beast Boy, had actually…done that to Raven. Since he had known he was in love with her, he had wanted to give her immense pleasure. But knowing that the only pleasure he could give her was leaving her alone, he resorted to pleasuring her in his mind, in dreams. Earlier, he had been so scared, that he guessed his mind got the better of him. One the way back to the apartment, he had been deciding what he should do. Finally get a backbone and do what he had wanted to do for a while, or be a coward and run away from his problems. Believe it or not, he had chosen the backbone and had done it.

He had known that she was shocked, thanks to the way she acted at first, but later, as pleasure started to build up, she became… well, lets just say she didn't act like her monotonous-self.

Feeling his arm go to sleep, Beast Boy slowly slid down until his back was pressed against the cool sheet. Adjusting Raven so that she was spooned against his right side, Beast Boy flexed his left hand to get some feeling into it.

Raven groaned, her eyelids fluttering open. Beast Boy froze, watching as she stretched.

She glanced up at him, her eyes cloudy with sleep. "Hi."

He couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "Howdy." There was just something so great, so heartwarming, in waking up with Raven in his arms. God, it was almost sick how much he truly loved her.

Falling out of her never-ending façade, Raven threw her leg over his, her slim hand resting against his rock-hard stomach. The warmth of her hand soaked through his shirt and he bit back a groan. Why did he have to have such raging hormones?

"Beast Boy?"

"Hmm?" He closed his eyes, resting his head against hers, inhaling her sweet scent.

"If…the time ever came…would you want to…to make love to me?"

Beast Boy's eyes snapped open. What the…where did that come from?

"Er, Rae, that's a really imporant question—"

"Please, Beast Boy. Just tell me." She rose up to look at him, leaning across his chest, her hair pooling low on his stomach. "I need to know if you think I'm…attractive enough for someone…you…to want to be with me…like that." She sighed at the shock in his eyes, and, to hide her mortification at asking something so personal, laid her head against his chest, not even looking at him. Thankfully, he stroked her hair. "I know it's farfetched to ask something like this, but…I just…it's just…I've never…felt attractive before. No one has ever paid me any attention, except you, but you could only do it because you…feel pity or something…"

"Raven—"

She went on, ignoring him completely. "I don't care if you say no, but I really need to know if anyone would want me…like that. I know I'm not pretty, or slim, or tall like Starfire, but is there anything even remotely attractive about me? Would anyone want to have me like that?"

"Raven—"

She tried to cut him off again, but he turned her around and silenced her with a finger. "Raven, listen to me. If you really want my opinion, you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Star's pretty, yes, but she can't hold a candle to you." She smiled shyly at him, her pale cheeks flushed a brilliant red.

"And about me wanting to make love to you…" Her heart seemed to skip a beat as he grinned at her. "I wouldn't touch you the way I have if I didn't want you. I have for awhile, Raven. I'm more attracted to you than anyone I have ever met."

She bit her lip. "Even Terra?"

He smiled. "Even Terra."

She did something he never though he would see. She grinned. "Well, then. That made my day." She laid her head against his bare chest again, this time watching him. Her face suddenly turned serious.

"Beast Boy…?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you wait for me?"

He thought he knew what she meant, but he had to make sure. "Wait for you how?"

She swallowed hard. "Wait for me to…give myself to you."

He knew his face heated. "Raven…"

"I would just feel so much more comfortable if you were my first."

He couldn't think of anything to say, so he settled with, "Uh…"

"I've never been so emotionally close to anyone in my life, not even with Robin, and…even if things don't work out between us, I would feel so better about myself if you were the one to have me first. But, I'm not ready. It might…be awhile."

Beast Boy couldn't control his heartbeat. She wanted him to be her first? Him?

"Rae, this isn't like you."

She rose up, her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

"It's just…you're actually telling me that you want me to be your first ."

She gave him a 'and' look. "Yeah. So?"

He looked at her incredulously. "At the tower, you couldn't stand me."

She didn't deny it, which had him glaring. "Yeah, well, this is now, and, uh, well, if anyone is going to touch me intimately now, it's going to be you."

He lifted up on his elbows to study her. "Rae, you're giving up a lot here to me. Like, your innocence. I mean, this is a big thing, You're, er, virginity."

"You make it sound like a bad word or something."

"Raven, this is huge! I mean, you're like my best friend, and, er, taking…that…will change, like, everything. I mean, that's like…wow."

"Beast Boy, you don't have to—"

"Are you crazy? Do you know how long I waited for this? Well, it'll be a little while longer because you're not ready, but, well, yeah."

Though her face remained composed, her eyes were a brilliant shade of amethyst. "You haven't answered my, question, Beast Boy."

"Refresh my memory."

She sighed, stretching out her body and entwining her long legs with his. "Will you wait for me?"

"Yeah, Rae. I will."

Her lips curved softly. "Thank you, Beast Boy."

He sighed, resting his head against hers as he drifted off to sleep. "No prob, Rae."


"Dad, if you don't stop pacing, I'll go cross-eyed." Waylin glanced over at his daughter. It was three o'clock in the morning, rain beating down against the hospital roof. Colt sat in a chair beside Harley's bed, elbows rested against his knees, his fist pressed against his mouth. He wouldn't look at Harley or her father. Guilt weighed down on him like bricks.

"Harley, you were almost raped and killed and you expect me to stop pacing? It took one hundred and fifty-three stitches to sew up your leg, and you want me to stop pacing? That bastard knew who you were and you expect me to stop pacing?"

Harley groaned, one, because of the horrible pain in her leg, and two, the headache her dad was causing. "I'm tired, dad. And, why are you still here? I thought visiting hours were over?"

Harley's mom, who had just gotten of duty, spoke up. "They are, but considering the circumstances, they're being lenient." Her mother sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to lightly touch the stitches beneath her chin where Harley had hit the concrete. Her cheek was red and bruised from where the White Rose Killer had hit her, and her eyes were starting to become heavy from the pain killers.

"It's a damn good thing you showed up when you did, Colt," Waylin said softly, patting his back. "If you hadn't of shown up…" He trailed off, his eyes staring at nothing. "I don't even want to think about it."

Colt flinched. "But it's all my fault."

Waylin eased a hip against the chair. "How many time do I have to tell you, Colt. It's not your fault. You were late, yes, but you showed up in time."

"But what if I hadn't?"

"It's didn't happen, kid, so don't worry about it." Mrs. Waylin said, softly patting her daughter's leg. "But…what are we to do?"

Waylin sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. "I thought about that, and…I think I know what has to happen. We can't keep her at home, because that bastard might know where we live, so…there's only one solution."

"And what would that be?" His wife asked, her hands folded in her lap.

"I can't tell you. It's…private business."

"When it concerns my daughter, it becomes my business." His wife stood up, all five foot of her, her dark blue eyes narrowed. "Tell me."

Waylin sighed. "I will when I talk to Twain. But for now, we need to get some rest. I don't want her to stay here alone, so—"

"I can stay, Mr. Waylin. Mom already said that I could stay here as long as I wanted, and I didn't have to go to school tomorrow. I'd be more than happy to stay."

Waylin and his wife exchanged looks. "Alright. That's fine. But I'll be here early in the morning."

Colt nodded. He walked Harley's parents to their car, his hands shoved in his pockets. Waylin leaned across his wife to tell Colt, "Take care of her, Colt."

"I will, Mr. Waylin." Colt watched them drive off, and the minute they were inside, bolted back to Harley's room. She was leaning against the wall, staring at the ceiling. Hearing him, she smiled. "Hi."

He said nothing, just walked toward her. Unsure of what he was doing, Harley raised an eyebrow. "What are you—"

Colt leaned down and kissed her for the first time.


With a groan, Robin chunked off his covers, and sat on the edge, rubbing his head. He was still riddled with guilt. He could still feel the sobs wrack her body, felt the way she pulled away from him emotionally. He had gone to her apartment earlier, and, God, she had been so sweet, so kind, as if nothing had happened, as if he had never ripped out her heart. But he could tell from the way her usually bright eyes were dull, that he had truly hurt her. He had taken away something, something that she would never get back. Her innocence. No, not her physical innocence, but the innocence that truly mattered. Her outlook on life had changed completely. She had always thought that the world was good and kind, without hurt, without hate. But now he had changed that for her. She knew what real pain was.

And he had been the one that caused it. He never intended to hurt her. Truly. But this was something that couldn't be stopped. Yes, he could have prevented kissing her, leading her on like he had. But she had already loved him. He knew that for a fact.

Robin groaned. "I can't take this anymore," he mumbled to himself. Hopping up, he started to rummage through his notebook. After a tiny search, he found what he was looking for. Rebecca McDouglas's number. He had her in Calculus, and while he had been working on his work, she had leaned over his desk, dropped a piece of paper on his desk, and whispered her 'proposal' in his ear. Yeah, so she was a tad bit…slutty, but she would do that job.

Unfolding it, Robin grabbed the cordless next to his bed and dialed the number. She answered groggily, and Robin finally realized what time it was.

"Sorry, to wake you Rebecca."

"No problem..." He heard her yawn. "Is this…Grayson?" Suddenly, her voice sharpened.

"Yeah. It's me." Staring at the wall as he stomach clenched with guilt, Robin said, "So, does you offer still stand?"


At eight o'clock the next morning, Starfire walked into the hospital, stopping once at the front desk to ask what room Mallory was in. Taking a deep breath, Starfire opened the door. Not a second later, a red bundle launched itself into her arms.

Laughing softly, Starfire adjusted Christian on her hip.

"Christian, it's not polite to throw yourself into people's arms," came a weak voice from the bed. Mallory looked so pale lying against the bright white sheets. Her leg was wrapped in gauze with a spilt from thigh to ankle, and the skin above the gauze was bruised.

"How are you?" Starfire asked, taking the seat Wyatt offered her. Christian slid down to her knee and started to bounce. She grabbed the little boy's waist and bounced her foot up and down. Christian squealed, satisfied.

Mallory sighed. "I've felt better."

Wyatt cocked a hip against the window seal, watching everything quietly.

Starfire glanced down at her leg. "How's the leg?"

Mallory sat up, grimacing. "Not good. The doctors' say that I damaged muscles and a few tendons, so it will be a miracle if I walk without a limp. I'll have a permanent scar that not even surgery will fix and I still have more operations to come. It took four-hundred and ninety-eight stitches to get everything back together, and I had to have a blood transfusion. In other words, I'll be stuck in a wheelchair for a couple of months." She bit her lip. "I don't know what I'll do about Christian. There's no way I can keep up with his energy. My parents are going out of town on a business trip, Ms. Hallowell is getting too old, and I can't put him in a daycare…"

Starfire glanced down at Christian, who was still happily bouncing on her knee. Starfire took a deep breath. "I…could watch him for a while. I won't be going to school, either, for another week or so, and that will give you time to find a place for him."

Mallory's eyebrow's drew together. "Rose, that would be too much to ask of you. Christian is nothing but a ball of energy. He's always getting into things, and—"

"Mallory, I would be pleased to do it."

She groaned. "If you're sure…Wyatt, hand me a piece of paper and a pen." He did as instructed. She took the paper and started to scribble things down.

"Let Wyatt take you to my house and get his things…" she said slowly, still writing twenty minutes later. Christian had lost interest in bouncing and was now playing with Wyatt's brown wristband.

Mallory handed the paper to Star. "This is a list of the things you'll need to get, including toys, diapers, bottles, things like that. I'll make another list of what food he should take and things like that. Alright?"

Starfire nodded as was about to get up when Mallory said, "Wait! Don't forget his car-seat!"

Starfire smiled. "I won't."


Hours later, Starfire walked out of the elevator at her apartment, a sleeping toddler in her arms. He was still on her hip with his dark head lying on her shoulder. Just as she made it to Robin's apartment door, it opened and a blonde sauntered out, wearing his shirt. She was giggling as she walked out. Starfire caught a glimpse of a bare chest and a dark head leaning against the door.

The blonde bimbo pulled on Robin's arm and gave him a long, sultry kiss. Against the girls' mouth, Robin grinned. What was left of Star's shattered heart crumbled.

"Wanna try that again later?" She asked seductively, trailing a manicured finger down Robin's stomach.

"Oh yeah. Defiantly."

She grinned, walking away from him. She glanced at Starfire as she passed. "What the hell are you looking at, Amazon?"

Starfire said nothing. The blonde bimbo snorted, walking to the elevator while swaying her hips. With no emotion on her face, Starfire turned back around, only to find Robin starring at her, his eyes dark with guilt.

"Star…"

Starfire pushed down the pain, and busied herself by smoothing a dark curl from Christian's bandaged forehead.

"I am to keep Mallory's son for awhile." She didn't look at him, couldn't. Thankful that her voice was dull, she continued. "His things are in the car, so, if you would, could you…watch him while I get it?"

"Yeah," he said softly. When she handed Christian to him, his fingers brushed hers. She flinched. Robin noticed it and pushed down the ball in his throat.

She turned to head back to the elevator, but his soft voice stopped her. "She doesn't mean anything to me, Star."

She took a shuddering breath. "I'm sure she doesn't." Robin closed his eyes tightly as he's best friend walked away from him.


Yeah, I know. Not very action-filled. I know Raven is not acting like herself, but she was, for one, tired, and two, in emotional turmoil. Anyway, er, well…guess I have nothing else to say…so…Tootles. Until next time!