This is it! This is the official, final chapter of the newly rewritten and updated "Game Content"! I can't thank everyone enough who has not only loved this fic in its original form but also the new version now!

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They paid for their meal and headed home half an hour later, and when they returned to the Tower, everyone was home and congregating in the kitchen.

"Hey, welcome back," Robin said to the pair of them.

"Where did you guys go to dinner?" Beast Boy asked.

"SanGiano's. Starfire wanted Italian."

"Ooo," Cyborg said, rubbing his stomach for emphasis, "that's a good place. I'm starved."

"You could've come with Raven and me if you hadn't locked yourself in the basement."

"I got the upgrade done, didn't I?"

They bickered in the kitchen as Cyborg started dinner and Beast Boy put away his and Raven's leftovers in the fridge.

"Raven," Starfire cried, pulling her into a hug. "Would you be interested in another night of movies? Robin suggested we all do something as a group!"

Raven was honestly exhausted, but she thought about how nice it would be to fall asleep on the couch with people nearby, rather than in her bed alone, so she agreed. Cyborg and Beast Boy caught wind of the arrangement and after Cyborg had finished dinner, everyone took ten minutes to change into pajamas and return to the couch. Raven arrived with the blanket Beast Boy had made for her, and he felt a warm feeling blossom in his stomach.

They all piled onto the couch for a mystery-thriller, picked by Robin, but halfway through, Robin and Starfire snuck off somewhere, and Cyborg fell asleep. Raven was on the end of the couch, curled under the blanket, and Beast Boy was next to her. He leaned her way, with their shoulders just barely touching.

Although he had been excited for a movie night, Beast Boy was having trouble focusing. He shuffled and fidgeted, his eyes glazing over or glancing around the living room. He munched popcorn loudly and sighed once in a while.

Raven was starting to get irritated, as it had turned out that she, the one who had least wanted a movie night, was now the only one watching.

"Alright, that's it," she turned on him and whisper-hissed so Cyborg wouldn't wake up. "What is going on?"

It was clear she had startled him and he leaned back a bit.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be annoying."

"No, you're not," Raven sighed. She rubbed her temples and tried again. "I guess that was me trying to say, 'what's wrong, Beast Boy?'. We were having a great night, so what gives? Are you okay?"

Beast Boy took a breath and Raven's defenses started to climb back up her spine.

"I just… I've been thinking. What if we made that dinner a weekly thing? Just the two of us?"

She side-eyed him so he continued.

"I just feel like we don't… you know? Bond."

"Bond?"

"Yeah, well I mean-"

Cyborg's snoring paused for a moment as he adjusted his posture on the couch, and then started again.

"I just mean that we don't… have a thing, I guess."

"You want us to have… a thing?"

"Yeah, I mean, not in a weird way, I just -ugh, I'm not explaining this right am I?"

Raven shook her head, one eyebrow raised. When she had assumed that Beast Boy wanted to confront her about something, she didn't imagine that it would be about team bonding.

"You're feeling… neglected?" she tried. She wasn't sure what else to call it.

"No! No, that's not it, I just want to get to know you. Better. Just us."

Waves of embarrassment ebbed off of Beast Boy's aura and slammed into Raven who was starting to feel it second-hand.

"Beast Boy," she whispered slowly, "you sound like you're trying to say something… else."

"What do you mean?"

Raven held up a corner of the blanket he made her for emphasis. "This, for instance. What made you make this for me?"

"I…"

Beast Boy's nostrils flared in nervous panic, and he started to get up from the couch but she caught his wrist gently in her hand and held him fast.

"Stay," was all she said.

He sat back down. He took another deep breath.

"Losing you to Malchior was so, so hard for me, Raven. I couldn't figure out why, I just… I was so afraid and angry the whole time and it was crazy how much I…"

Raven gulped but didn't interrupt him.

"I think," Beast Boy continued, his voice very low, "that something has changed between us. At least it has for me."

He stopped talking, but this time he was resolute and showed it by looking straight at her. It was Raven's turn to become embarrassed.

"Changed how-?"

"I think I have feelings for you."

There it was. The emotional rainstorm he had given off in the med bay when she first woke up, how he felt when she touched his hand, when the flying disk hurt her shoulder, everything at dinner; all of it culminated into one powerful feeling that Raven felt so acutely that tears started to well in her eyes from the force of it.

"W-when?"

Beast Boy let out a nervous laugh. "I have no idea."

"I don't understand. You and I, we've never… we don't get along."

"Well," he said with a shy smile, "that's not entirely true, is it?"

Raven remembered how easy dinner had been with him. Opening up to him about her nightmares had been second nature.

When had that happened?

Holding his hand in the med bay when she'd woken up, her swell of pride when he had faced all of Malchior's challenges head on and without fear; yes, maybe they did get along after all.

Maybe Raven even liked Beast Boy's company.

"It's all… this is a lot."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I just needed you to know."

The movie concluded sometime during their talk, and a terrible song from the 90s blasted from their speakers as the credits rolled. Cyborg jolted awake as it did, and he rubbed his face and glanced over at them.

Raven was sitting with the blanket bunched in her fists pulled up to her chest, her eyes slightly wide as though she had been surprised, and Beast Boy was breathing heavily, both of them staring at Cyborg with a look of surprise.

"Whoa," he said, "the ending must have been really good. You guys look freaked."

Beast Boy blinked and then let out a strange laugh-like wheeze.

"Y-yeah, it was. You should stay awake next time."

Raven stood up from the couch with her blanket tucked firmly around her shoulders and backed away from the couch. She averted her gaze and said, "goodnight," to the pair of them, and then disappeared into the hallway and out the door.

Beast Boy was giving Raven space, and it hurt.

He was trying to be accommodating, but after almost one whole week of barely speaking to him, Raven started to realize just how much he had become not only part of her daily routine, but part of the joy in her life.

A few months ago, before the game, Beast Boy had offered to join her at her favorite bookstore, and she'd found it funny watching him read through Hamlet with a look of utter confusion, but he was giving it a try. Then, after that, he'd brought home some organic green tea that he thought she would like, and asked her to teach him how to brew it.

A few weeks after that, she and Beast Boy had been down to her favorite bookstore at least three times together, carrying thermoses full of tea and discussing what they would buy.

During her Thursday meditation routine, Raven realized quite shockingly that it was she who Beast Boy had bought the game for originally; Malchior's game.

She was the reason that this whole thing had started.

He had come home from a trip to a back-alley game store which was located just outside his regular Chinese buffet haunt in the downtown part of Jump City, and he had the game under one arm.

Raven remembered how he had approached her on the couch with the game, pulled it out of a giant plastic bag and displayed it proudly to her. He had said, "you were looking for something new to play other than chess, so I got this for you - well, for everyone, really. Do you like it?"

Raven had felt drawn to the game, like her fingers had reached out of their own accord and taken it gently from Beast Boy's hands; a subtle, small encounter, but an act which would change the course of their lives not a few days later.

She remembered that she had read over the box, admired the artwork, and had said: "This looks fun, Beast Boy."

He'd joined in on her hobbies for her. He'd gotten the game for her. He'd quilted a blanket for her. Somehow, in the past several months, Beast Boy had been trying so hard for her.

And she hadn't had a clue.

That doesn't make it love, she thought to herself. Just because we share a few things doesn't mean…

And of course it didn't. Things like that took time, which, since her father's death, Raven finally felt she had an abundance of. The point of the matter, she figured, was that she had time to find out if there was, well, anything there to explore.

Raven could take her time. All the time in the world.

So she started with dinner.

Beast Boy heard a knock at his door at 4pm on Friday afternoon. He pulled off his gaming headset and stood up from his desktop computer. When he opened the door he straightened up a little in surprise to see that it was Raven standing there.

"I, uh," she began, her eyes focused on the wall behind him.

"Raven?"

"I'd like to go to dinner. To take you to dinner, tonight. Same place as last week?"

Beast Boy was stunned, and it was his brief silence that nearly took away all of Raven's resolve, but she waited nonetheless, as he had been waiting for her.

"Yeah," Beast Boy finally said, a grin spreading across his face. "I would like that. Civilian or fatigues?"

"Civilian. I'll meet you downstairs at seven."

Raven turned on her heel and quickly walked down the hallway.

Beast Boy stood in his open doorway a few moments longer to watch her until she had turned the corner and went out of sight. He smiled to himself and then shut the door.

Raven spent three hours deciding not what she was going to wear, but what she was going to say.

Is this a date? She imagined him asking. She wasn't sure.

Have your feelings changed? She imagined him asking. She still wasn't sure.

What do you think about what I told you?

Raven leaned heavily against her dresser and pressed her head to the cool wood. Why is this so hard, she wondered.

Everything seemed like a huge mistake, that maybe she should have given herself more time, but she had already asked him. It was happening. There was no turning back now.

Raven wore a pair of black high-rise jeans with a charcoal-grey tank top. Her black cardigan covered her arms, and she finished the look with a wide-brimmed black hat. Waiting downstairs this time for her dinner with Beast Boy was a whole different experience than the first time only a week ago.

Raven was staring over the water, lost in thought, her fingers playing with the ends of the cardigan sleeves. Beast Boy arrived at seven exactly and walked up to her dressed in a pair of deep blue jeans and a white shirt. Like her, he was preparing for the weather with an unzipped light grey jacket over top.

Raven's heart skipped when she realized that he had dressed up a little for her. He had even styled his hair. It was still casual, but he wasn't going to dinner in just a hoodie and jeans this time.

"Ready?" he asked her.

Raven nodded and took to the sky, and once more they flew together toward Jump City's downtown district.

When they arrived, Beast Boy had assumed they would be seated at his regular table, but the owner smiled at Raven, who blushed, and took them instead to a cozy back area and slid them into a booth. They sat across from each other and Beast Boy looked bewildered.

"I called ahead."

"To ask for a booth?" Beast Boy laughed.

"I thought your routine could shift a little."

He didn't mind the change. The booth was just as secluded as his regular table, and the lighting was dim and set an atmosphere that he liked.

"So, does that mean I can't order my usual?"

"Order whatever you like. It's on me."

Beast Boy's heart quickened for a fraction of a second. He'd dressed up because when she had asked him to dinner it had sort of felt like a date. Now, it really felt like a date, but how was he going to find out without asking her outright? Knowing Raven, that might just freak her out. Instead, he didn't press her on it.

The night started out like the last. They ordered, they talked, and Beast Boy was ever-more surprised when Raven opened up to him so freely.

He rested his chin on his hand and listened as she talked about an upcoming poetry night at her favorite bookstore, and he found that he was smiling as he did so.

"Some of the poets are stale," she said as she ran a finger around the rim of her water glass, "but I go for the atmosphere. Poetry books are half off if you go those nights anyway. What are you staring at?"

"I'm just listening," he said, raising his head from his hand. "Have you ever written poetry?"

"I… don't really write creatively."

"For how much you read I'm shocked."

"I think I would consider myself more studious."

"Yeah, I'd say you are, too."

Raven sipped her water. Then she said, "you think I'm boring."

"Never," he said with a smile.

"That's surprising."

"Why d'you say that?"

"Well, you're pretty energetic. Creative, lively, constantly on the move."

"That's the animal in me," he smirked.

"I suppose I just figured that the parts about me that you… liked… were my more exciting ones."

Beast Boy didn't let his eyes wander over the "parts" of Raven that he found most exciting sometimes because he respected her too much. "I like you and the way that you think. I like the things you have to say. You challenge me, Rae, you challenge my outlook on life. Sure, you're a badass and a powerful sorcerer, but that's only one part of you. That's not everything to me."

Raven looked slightly skeptical.

"If you bored me," he continued quietly, "I wouldn't feel the way that I do about you."

In less than a moment, Beast Boy sensed everything shift, and he watched as her body language went from comfortable to uneasy. He leaned into the plush backing of the booth and flattened his ears in embarrassment.

"Too much?"

"No, I just…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, well, assume anything…?"

"Assume about what?" she asked.

Beast Boy glanced around them and back at her. "About tonight?"

"Oh," Raven half-laughed. "You're still wondering if this is a date."

"See, and that's why a person shouldn't assume, y'know? Because it makes an a-"

"This is, um, well," she interrupted before he could finish.

Beast Boy waited but her voice trailed off. His heart was beating faster again, embarrassment sprang into an unrealistic hopeful feeling in his chest.

"What?"

"I guess I thought I was being so obvious, but maybe not."

"Obvious about what?"

"I think you were right," Raven continued, ignoring the question, a small smile on her face. "We could make this a regular thing. If you still want to?"

"I do, but Raven, what are you-?"

Raven reached out and touched her fingertips ever so lightly to Beast Boy's wrist, which had been unconsciously outstretched across the tabletop toward her.

"I'm saying that I've thought about you, too. A lot."

He stared at her over the table, his eyes so focused on hers that she almost looked away. Then he turned his hand over and clasped hers in his.

"In what way?"

"In a real way. The only way that I can seem to think about you lately," she said. "In a way that means... that I think that maybe I have feelings for you, too."

Beast Boy swallowed and she could see that he was breathing a little faster.

"I don't know what they are yet, but they feel… strong."

"Are you sure," he asked. "I didn't, you know, pressure you or...?"

Raven smiled. "No. No, you didn't do that. Maybe this has been coming for a long time, or maybe it's completely new, but the point is, I'd like to explore it. I heard what you said the other night and I'm not… shutting you out. Okay?"

Beast Boy could have taken to the sky and soared like a dove, but he was rooted strongly to the spot where he held Raven's hand.

"It may surprise you to know that I can develop crushes, just like most people," she joked.

"No," he said with a small shake of his head, "you aren't like anyone in this whole world, Raven."

Raven rolled her eyes slightly, as though scolding him for saying such a line, but her face turned red. He really meant it; she could tell. He meant it with all he had.

"Listen," he continued, "I really like that you're putting in all this effort. I seriously do, but there's no rush, you know?"

Raven paused. Then she leaned away, mortified. "I'm rushing things?"

"No!" he cried out, keeping hold of her. "No, I just, okay, um..."

Beast Boy squeezed her hand gently.

"Let's just move at our pace. Whatever that is, not what you think you need to do. I don't mind waiting."

Raven blinked at him a few times without answering. Then comprehension dawned on her face and she frowned.

"You're trying to teach me how to date, Garfield Logan."

Beast Boy finally released her and raised his hands in defense-mode. "No! I just didn't want you to feel like I put all this on your shoulders!"

Raven narrowed her eyes at him. "You don't have to baby me or protect me. I know that my feelings aren't as wild as yours, but I know what I'm doing."

She stood up from where she sat at her side of the corner booth and slid into his seat, pinning him to his right shoulder which was now up against the wall. His ears flattened in nervous alarm, but his heart was beating with excitement when she scooted as close as possible to him, her leg pressing against his own. Then Raven reached over and took his left hand, weaving her fingers between his and pressing her shoulder against him.

"I've thought really hard about this, taken everything into consideration. I can't stop thinking about how you've cared about me, tried so hard to understand me, and the way that you keep looking at me, Beast Boy. I realized that I even like it, and that without knowing it I realized that I've... been looking at you, too," she added, the blush still firmly on her cheeks, "but I can't be in a relationship with you if you're going to treat me like I'm fragile."

Beast Boy looked her up and down as though seeing her again for the first time.

Raven was here, she was with him, she liked him back, and even if she was just taking time to figure out exactly what she was feeling, she'd said 'relationship'. It was almost too much for him to take.

Raven shivered when he pulled their fingers tighter together. Beast Boy didn't want to stop himself when he dipped his head and kissed her. Raven stiffened a little in shock but didn't freeze, didn't turn away, and after half a second, she leaned forward and kissed him back. Beast Boy turned more fully in the booth and brought one leg up to rest on the seat so he could lean into her. He raised his other hand and wove it through Raven's hair and then down to the back of her neck. His hand was warm, but Raven still felt shivers up her spine.

When she finally pulled away to breathe, Beast Boy murmured against her lips, "you're not fragile, Raven. You're just all that I want. It scares me how much I want you to be mine. So, I'm just suggesting that we move at your pace, alright? Otherwise I might... ruin this."

Her breaths were soft but rapid against him. "H-how would you ruin it?"

He smiled deviously before he pulled his hand away from the back of her neck. "I think you can guess."

He leaned away to give her some space, but his eyes were still hungry and dark with a primal instinct that caused Raven to swallow thickly. Yes, she could guess.

"Right, slower," she finally agreed. "We should go slower."

"Right, sorry," he said, but he didn't let go of her hand, and she didn't try to pull away.

"Thanks for apologizing, but it was… good, I think," she said.

He smiled.

When their food arrived, they stayed on the same side of the booth, holding hands until they needed to use them to eat or drink, but every time they let go, they found each other again.

When they paid, Raven insisted she would take care of the bill, since she had been the one who asked him on the date. He had smiled and thanked her, and the owner gave him a wink on their way out the door.

When they got back to the Tower, they realized how late it was, nearly two in the morning, and no one else was awake or around. The living room and kitchen were dark, and it was quiet and cozy inside. Beast Boy took her hand once more and offered to walk her to her room.

Raven led the way, towing him along after her in the dark hallways of the Tower, and he laughed and made the joke that she was acting like he didn't know how to get there.

The fact that Beast Boy knew exactly where her room was reminded Raven of how he'd looked at her in the booth at the restaurant, and the warm feeling in her stomach nearly stopped her in her tracks.

"Come on," she said instead, her voice fake-annoyed at him. When they reached her door she lamely finished with, "well, this is me."

Beast Boy nodded, a genuinely pleased smile stretching across his face. "This was the best date I've ever been on."

Raven rolled her eyes. "Don't joke."

"I'm not," he said, and he stepped forward. "I think I'll go crazy until our next one."

Raven raised her head to look up at him.

"When did you get to be taller than me?"

"You just weren't paying attention."

She bit her lip. "I am now."

"Same time next week, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think that would be nice."

Beast Boy hesitated. He didn't want to let her go just yet.

"I'm sorry, again," he told her. "Last time I forgot to ask you."

"Ask me what?"

"Raven," he began softly, releasing her hand and wrapping her into an embrace, "can I kiss you?"

Raven's heart sped back up, and she placed both of her hands on his chest, her fingers playing at the edges of his jacket.

"Yes," she whispered.

Beast Boy kissed her so softly and slowly in front of her bedroom door that she was half-tempted to invite him in, but he was right. That would just make a mess of what was now only the beginning of something, well... great. Instead she raised herself on her toes and kissed him back, her hands trailing up his chest and then to his shoulders, which were solid and held her steady. Then, when he finally broke the kiss, she raised her right hand to his face, cupping his cheek and trailing her thumb across his skin.

"Goodnight," she said quietly.

He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. "Don't say that."

She laughed a little. "I'll still be here when you wake up."

Beast Boy raised his left hand and caught hers. He kissed the inside of her wrist and then returned her fingers to his cheek. "You have to promise. Otherwise you'll get sucked into some magic portal or fall into a coma again."

"I promise, you idiot."

He smiled and let her go. "Goodnight, then, Rae. You know I'll wait for you."

Raven opened the door to her room just wide enough for her to slip through. Before she closed it, she said, "I'm starting to realize that."

When the door shut gently behind her, Beast Boy let out a massive breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. He was grinning from ear-to-ear like an idiot, but he could barely tell. As he walked down the dark hallway alone to his room, he imagined tomorrow, and every day after that.

Every day, he hoped, with Raven.

His footsteps retreated from her door and Raven lay a hand on the cool metal. She tried to slow her breathing, to regain a hold on her own senses which were alight with an internal fire she'd never felt before. Not even with Malchior before he'd hurt her.

Raven finally pushed away from the door and dressed for bed. She tried not to think about Beast Boy's hands on her skin or his lips on her own until she was safely tucked away beneath the covers, staring up at the ceiling and pressing a hand to her chest. It was strange, feeling her own heartbeat galloping away inside her at the idea of a simple kiss, but there it was.

Raven chanced a small smile to herself. Her emotions purred away at her. She felt so alive and so at peace all at once. As the minutes crept onward toward the early hours of the morning, Raven rolled to her side and clutched a pillow to her chest.

When did things change so much? She didn't know, but she knew that she didn't want to go back to normal; back to who she was before. The Raven before was a half-formed thing; an object of destruction, of doubt and of fear and pain. Now, she felt more like a person, an adult, a woman in her own right with the ability to feel unlike ever before. There was no longer a threat of bringing the world to ashes and dust, and the wound inside her that Malchior had left behind was patching itself up.

No, she realized, I'm patching myself up. I'm finally…me.

Whoever that was.

Raven pulled the pillow tighter against herself and sighed in contentment. It was time to move on. She could give herself that permission, and the power to do it.

But now, she knew, she didn't have to do it alone.

She didn't want to do things alone anymore.

No matter what would come next, no matter if Malchior was still alive, or if things ever became scary again, Raven was ready for it. She was strong. She was loved, and she was starting to believe that she could finally love someone in return without fear.

That feeling was terrifying, and it was exciting. That feeling was the beginning.

That feeling, she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep, is everything.

The End