"So, uh…I guess I call you…" Harley glanced at Raven, balancing on her crutches.

"Raven here, Dru in public."

Harley nodded, moving forward as Beast Boy, Colt, her father, and Twain struggled in with her four poster bed. She knew it was heavy, but they were all so cute, huffing and puffing and bumping into things. Even Raven found it enjoyable.

"I can't wait until they get the dresser in." Raven said with malevolence.

"And my bag of clothes, which probably weighs more than the bed and the dresser."

Raven nodded, picking up the box she had gotten from the moving truck. Yeah, moving truck, which meant that Harley would probably be here for a while. Great. Just what she needed. A young roommate. It wasn't exactly the best timing, either.

"Hey, look," Harley said, all jokes aside. "I'm sorry that I have to stay here. I tried to beg my dad to let me stay with Colt or someone, but, well, I'm sure you know how that turned out, seeing as I'm here and all."

"I told you not to worry about it. Just…give me my space and all will be good."

Harley nodded, slowly sitting down on the couch, though she still grimaced in pain. "Alright. Do you have any rules?"

"I'll tell you that later when everything calms down a tad, okay?"

Harley nodded. She glanced up when Colt walked out and her cheeks flushed. She still remembered the kiss they shared, but Colt seemed to have forgotten all about it. He went on acting as if everything was normal and they were still nothing but best friends. Harley sighed heavily, catching Colt's attention.

"Have you taken you medicine yet?"

"No," she muttered, and was on her way to get up and find it when Colt dangled the bottle in front of her.

"Your dad gave it to me earlier so I could give it to you."

She snatched it out of his hand, and tried to get up to get something to wash it down with when he laid a bottle of water in her lap. "Well," she said dryly, "aren't you just handy to have around?"

"I should hope so." He walked around the couch to sit next to her. "How's the leg?"

"Its been better."

"Guess we lost a helper," Twain muttered as he headed for the door.

"I'll be down in a sec, okay?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Since when did my job include moving furniture?" Twain muttered under his breath, and Waylin slapped him on the shoulder playfully. "Cheer up, buddy. At least you're getting the workout you so desperately need." Waylin chuckled when he earned a dark glare from Twain.

"At least I'm in better shape than you, bud." They disappeared into the hallway, leaving only Harley, Raven, and Colt in the room. Beast Boy had followed the two bickering officers out the hallway, shaking his head at their childish antics, though it reminded Beast Boy of him and Cyborg.

Since the sexual tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a butter knife, Raven followed Beast Boy, figuring Harley and Colt could use some time to 'talk' or whatever they wanted to do.

"Look, Harley, about last night—"

"How many time does everyone have to tell you? It wasn't your fault…okay, so it was, but at least you got there in time." Popping open the lid to her medication, Harley tilted the bottle until one round blue pain pill fell into her hand. She popped it into her mouth, grimacing at the taste, and chased it down with the cold water Colt had given her.

"That's not what I was talking about, but, thanks for the encouragement. I needed that for the layer of guilt I already harbor."

She blinked. "Oh. Then what were you talking about?"

"Have you seriously forgotten?"

"If your talking about you kissing me, then, no, I defiantly have not forgotten, but of it's something else you're talking about, then probably."

He let out a relived sigh. "So, you remember."

"Well, something like that isn't exactly easy to forget, especially when you have wanted it for so long." It hadn't been her first kiss, but it was damn close. Taylor Priggs had been the first guy to ever kiss her, and that was only because she had lost a bet. It was a stupid bet, actually. He had bet that she wouldn't kiss Colt, and, well, she hadn't, because she was scared half to death of what his reaction would have been, so she was forced to kiss Taylor. Not exactly the best moment of her life, seeing as Colt had seen it and wouldn't talk to her for days. She had only been twelve and Taylor, the stupid idiot, had been fifteen. Now what kind of guy that age would want to kiss a twelve year old girl with freckles and crooked teeth? Obviously, he had.

The second guy had been Gage McRyder, who she had dated for a half a month. The thing about him, though, was that he was more interest in his appearance than anything else. That, and the fact that he had only dated, and kissed her, when Colt was around. When she found out that he only kissed her because it pissed Colt off, he ended up with a bloody nose…and she got suspended. But, hey, Colt thought it was hilarious.

The third, and final one, had been with the sweetest guy she had ever met: Brady Donovan. They had made out once, but Colt and her dad had walked in. It hadn't looked good, seeing as she had been under him and her skirt had risen up to dangerous heights. Her dad threw Brady out on his rear, while she got 'the talk' from both of them. Yeah, Colt had supplied some advice as well as her dad. She had been mortified beyond repair. She had only been fourteen, and after that, she had never kissed or dated anyone. But that was also because that night, Colt had said that he couldn't believe that she would have done something like that. They had gotten into a huge fight about her virginity (Colt said she had slept with the guy and she denied it), but things had stopped quickly when she yelled, "If you don't believe me, then why don't you check my innocence for yourself?" Lets just say they had turned beat red, and she had run up to her room crying. Colt had followed her after a couple of minutes, and held her while she cried. He had said that he knew she was still a virgin and he was so sorry that he didn't believe her at first. He had kissed the top of her head, rocked her to sleep, and stayed with her the entire night. Luckily, Harley's dad knew he was only comforting her, and was so sure that Colt only thought of her as a sister.

The next morning, when she had woken up curled next to Colt, her father had been sitting in her wicker chair, arms crossed over his chest with a you're-dead-meat-little-girl stare. She had scrambled out of Colt's arms, which had, in turn, woken him up, and the idiot had grinned at her father.

"Mornin' Mr. Waylin," he had said groggily. And he had stayed there while her father had given her another lecture, grounded her for two months, and told her he had scheduled for her to get tested to make sure she had done nothing with Brady and the get tests for STD's. Mortified beyond anything she had ever felt, Harley had just stared, wide-eyed as Colt snickered.

"And if I catch you with another boy," her father had threatened, "I'll beat your little butt until it bleeds, then, I'll lock you in your room with only water and bread. Got it?" Colt had loved that, until Harley injected, "What about Colt? He's somewhat of a boy."

"Colt, I can make an exception for, seeing as he has no interest in you romantically. Isn't that right, Colt?"

"That's right, Mr. Waylin. No offence, Harley, but braces, freckles, and tomboys aren't exactly attractive to me." Her father and Colt had left her then. She had immediately jumped in the shower, and cried for an entire hour.

"Harley?" She snapped out of her memories to look up at Colt.

"What?"

"You sorta blanked out on me there."

She shifted to get more comfortable. "Just…remembering."

"What?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, just about how you said a long time ago that braces, freckles, and tomboys weren't your type."

"Oh." He blinked for a second. "But…about last night…"

"You regretted it? Wished you had never done it? Want me to forget it? So, what's it gonna be? A, B, or C?"

He let out an aggravated sigh. "Fine. Are those all my options?"

Taken aback, Harley's eyebrows drew together. "Well, what else is there other than forget it ever happened. That it actually meant you care about me more than a friend? Yeah, right, and hell's in the process of having a snow-cone stand."

He narrowed one eye at her. "Well, that's still an A, B, C, or D answer."

She sighed. "Alright. So what is it?"

She gasped softly as he pulled her onto his lap, careful of her leg, and slanting his hungry mouth over hers. "I think I'll go with answer D."


"I think we're in for one helluva storm, here, folks." Robin glanced up at the darkening sky as Starfire and Robin herded Christian into the backseat.

"Then we best head back to the apartment."

"I agree fully with that," Robin muttered as thunder rumbled in the distance.

"I don't like storms," Christian muttered. "'Specially when it thunders loud."

"It will be fine," Starfire assured him as she buckled him into his car seat. "A little rain and thunder never hurt anyone."

Starfire jumped as thunder roared closer. "Alright, I'd say we better get back pretty quickly."

As Robin climbed into the driver's seat, he muttered, "You just had to say something, didn't you?"

She gave him a sideways glare, buckling her seat belt. Before they pulled out of the hospital parking lot, buckets of rain poured from the sky, making it hard for Robin to see where he was going. Like the other cars, he slowed way down and flicked on the high beams. Instead of a short douse of heavy rain Jump City was popular for, the rain continued to pour, and Robin was forced to the side of the road.

"Damnit all to hell and back."

"Robin," Starfire snapped. "Language."

In the back seat, Christian giggled. "Oh, you in trouble."

"Stuff it, little man."

"He's being mean to me!" Robin cut off the engine and glared back at the little boy.

"And he's being a baby."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Too."

"Not."

"Children," Starfire said, trying to sound scolding, but her voice was soft with laughter. "Please. You are being immature."

"He's the one being mature."

"Thank you. I know I'm mature."

Starfire grinned. "I think he means immature, Robin."

"I know, but he said mature."

"Well, you're not."

"Yes I am."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

Starfire chuckled. "Will you cease you bickering? You are both immature. I am the mature one."

Robin and Christian exchange glances before saying in unison, "Nuh-uh."

Laughing, she turned mock glares at both of them. "At least more so that Robin."

"I agwee to that."

Robin stuck his tongue out at the little boy, who immediately mimicked him.

Starfire sighed, glancing out the window. "Robin?"

"What?" He made a face that had Christian chortling.

"The rain has lessened."

"Really?" Glancing out, he found she was right. It was still a down-pour, but he could actually see the road and other cars, who were lined against the road like they were.

"Good. So…I'm starving. Anyone up for McDonald's?"

"I want chicken nuggets!" Christian yelled from the back, jumping up and down in his seat. "Chicken! Chicken! Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"

"Alright, alright, keep you shoes on, buddy. You'll get your chicken." Turning on the ignition, Robin slowly pulled out onto the road. Other started to follow his lead.

Turning the windshield-wipers on high, Robin headed for McDonald's.

"You know, Robin," Starfire said. "I never knew you were good with children."

"I'm not a child," Christian butted in. "I'm a man."

Starfire grinned. "I am sorry for mistaking you as a child."

"You are forgiven."

Robin chuckled. "You know, I didn't know I was either. Guess it just comes naturally."

"It does that when you're a child yourself." Christian said, shooting a toothy smile at Robin.

"Hardy-har-har."

"You sound like a pirate."

"I am."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Nuh-uh."

Starfire groaned. "Here we go again."

Robin and Christian continued to bicker, even as Robin pulled into the McDonald's parking lot. Ten minutes later, with their food, they were still going at it. Well, until Starfire shoved food under their noses', then, all was quiet as they stuffed their adorable faces.

"Oh! What an adorable child you have!" Starfire glanced up from her cheeseburger (heavy on the mustard). An old couple stood beside Christian, cooing at him softly.

"What's your baby's name?" The old man asked, resting on his metal cane.

"Oh, he's—" Starfire stared, but Robin interrupted. "His names Christian."

"What an adorable name! Aren't you just the sweetest thing, Christian. How old are you, little man?"

"Two."

"Oh, John, what an adorable voice! He reminds me of when our David was a little boy."

"Charlotte, please, dear, this nice couple is trying to have lunch with their son. Let's not bother them."

With one last pinch, Charlotte and John walked off, leaving Starfire staring at Robin. "I was trying to tell them that Christian was not ours."

"I know, but who cares of they think he's our son. Don't make any difference to me if they think he' s ours."

Christian and Starfire exchange bewildered looks as Robin wolfed down his Big Mac.


Raven walked in to find Harley in Colt's lap, and shook her head. "The guy are on their way up, so for now, I'd break it up pretty fast." Harley and Colt jumped at the sound of her quiet voice, separating as if they were caught…well, never mind.

Just as they straightened hair and clothes and resumed somewhat normal poses, they guy stumbled in, a dresser in their hands. They were soaked to the bone.

"Either you're sweat glands are overworking, or it's raining."

Raven received ticked looks for each one of them. "Either help, or shut up," Beast Boy managed. The disappeared into Harley's new room.

Raven glowered. Colt jumped up, looking every bit as guilty as he was.

"Colt," Raven said on a sigh. "You look like you just made out with Harley on my couch."

Confused, he stared. Raven rolled her eyes. "You look guilty. They're going to notice. So, I suggest before you go in there, try to look semi-normal."

He managed to look normal, and walked in as if nothing had happened. Moments later, all the men walked out. "There's nothing but boxes left, so we're almost done," Waylin said, watching the back of his daughter's head with a lifted brow.

"You okay there, hun?"

Harley glanced up, her swollen lips pressed together. "Yes, just tired."

Waylin seemed to believe it, yet Twain had a feeling he knew what was going on. He said nothing. He had been the one to bring Waylin here, and there was no way he was going to say anything and risk having Waylin fume while Twain drove him home.

"Well, we'll be out in a few minutes so you can rest."

She nodded, though her cheeks were still flushed. "Alright."

"Colt can stay here for a while and help you unpack, alright?"

The corners of Raven lips tilted in amusement. Yes, why don't you let the man who was just moments ago making out with your daughter stay here with no adults. Smart. Really smart. And the man was the captain of the police force.

"Okay."

"Well…I'll call you later, Harley."

"Alright, dad." They walked out to get the rest of the boxes, leaving an amused Raven and an embarrassed, yet thrilled, Harley.

"I think it's time for those rules."

Harley blushed. "I am so sorry about Colt and I—"

"We're all guilty of it sometimes."

She let out a breath. "Okay, what are the rules?"

Raven sat down on the plush chair across from the couch. "Well, for starters, no bothering me while Beast Boy is here, okay?"

She grinned. "Done."

"Second, if you going to have sex, lock your door and turn on the radio, okay?" Colt walked in just as Raven said that, and almost dropped the box he was carrying.

"I don't think—"

"Just…remember that when you have guys over, okay?" Colt managed to set the box in her room, but stayed there, just incase they said something else that interested him.

"No drugs, alcohol, smoking, or anything illegal."

"Gotcha."

"And tell me when you invite someone over."

"Deal."

"And, uh…if I think of something else, I'll tell you, kay?"

"Sure." Harley smiled. "You're not very picky, are you?"

"No, not really. But, just remember, when you have Colt over and are going to mimic what you did in here, go to you room and turn on the music, just not too extremely loud. Just so I don't hear any…noises."

Harley flushed scarlet. "O-okay."

"So…that's all the rules I can think of right now." The guys came in the rest of the boxes, dropping them on the floor in the spare room the Harley was staying in.

"Well, we're going to leave before the rain gets any worse. See you later, Harley." She waved to her father, watching as the shut the door. Suddenly, she turned to Raven with a raised eyebrow.

"Does the same rule apply to you?"

Raven watched Beast Boy as he propped a hip against the chair that she was sitting in. "What rule?"

"When you have sex, to play music." Beast Boy chocked on the water he had been drinking.

"What the hell have ya'll be talking about?"


The White Rose Killer sat broodingly, surrounded by newspapers and magazines. 'Hero escapes White Rose Killer's Clutches', 'Hannah Jones Outwits White Rose Killer', 'Mayor's Stepdaughter, Hero of Jump City', and the list went on. It seems, the White Rose Killer thought with a sneer, that Hannah Carson Jones has made everyone think that I am growing weak. Well, I'll show them.

With a howl of rage, the White Rose Killer shoved the papers off his desk, slamming his fist against the writing table. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was becoming weak. Five women had escaped his grasp. Five. Hannah Carson Jones, Harley Waylin, the two undercover bitches who were trying to catch him, and the woman who had been riding in the car with the red-head. Damn. He was losing his touch. Each of those women should be resting six feet under by now, but they were alive and kicking…well, somewhat.

Suddenly, his face split with a grin. He would kill them. Each and every one of them. Rape and kill them, torture them unmercifully. Forget targeting other women. Now, his priority lay with the victims that had slipped from his grasp. And he would start with Hannah Carson Jones.


Not much Raven/Beast Boy, but I have the entire plot (well, some of it) planned out, and there wasn't too much BB-Rae-ness in this one. I just wanted to get Harley comfortable and, well, the Robin and Starfire-ness was fun to write, especially with Christian.

This isn't important to the story but my baby cousin took a few steps by herself! Oh, it was only about six steps, but she was so close to walking! I bet my grandmother that she would be walking by this Friday, June 10th, which is her birthday. Well, I kinda won. But, dude, she was so adorable! I thought my cousin (Karlee's mother) was going to have a heart-attack when she started to semi-walk. Since I'm in such a good mood, I wrote this entire thing today. Yep, all 11 pages in one day. Aren't you just so proud? Anyways…until next time!