6:00am start training. Lovely. Exactly why the day had to start so early in the middle of a global pandemic was beyond him, and he grumbled about it from the second his alarm began blearing until he finally emerged from the stairwell. Which was in itself, an excessive amount of effort, as Beast Boy would usually just transform and fly the short distance from his bedroom window to the roof.

He only seemed to remember that he could've done this when he saw Raven drop gracefully from her swirling portal; his hands flew out towards her, and then snapped back in as he crossed them over his chest.

As it was, he'd walked the long way – with Starfire after they bumped into each other in the hall - and he'd given himself a headache by trying to comprehend her perpetually excited nattering in his sleep-deprived state. This training regime was starting to fry his brain.

His irritation fizzled away as he looked out over the bay. The calm water glinted softly under the gentle touch of the sunrise. At the horizon, jump city was bathed in a warm pink-orange glow. It was nice to have a change of scenery, he supposed. The concrete walls of the civvie gym had been starting to feel a little claustrophobic.

Training up here was also usually focused more towards Cy and Star, namely the use of their Starbolts and Cybernetic canons after a few small incidents downstairs, so it was likely he'd have it fairly easy. Or as easy as any exercise under their leaders instruction could be. Still, he thought it was only fitting for him to moan a little as he settled into his typical morning and pre-workout stretches.

'Y'know, Dick, there's been a number of studies on how a teen's brain doesn't function properly until later in the day.'

Dick Grayson was at the far end of the roof – setting up a number of targets – but Garfield spoke loud enough for him to hear.

'I would've thought you could be more adaptable, Gar.'

Beast Boy shook his head, though he was laughing. 'Dude! You're totally messing with our circadian rhythms here.'

Even better than the view - or the satisfying pull of his muscles as he lowered deeper into his twist - was the plan beginning to take form in his head. It wasn't often that any of the other titans were (intentionally) involved in one of BB's or Cyborg's pranks, but this schedule was insane. Perhaps tomorrow Robin's session would be a little delayed…

As he had predicted, they were on the roof for Cyborg and Star. Each of them stood at the edge of the roof as they launched blue and green blasts of energy as far as they could over the water before it dissipated. The targets actually turned out to be for Raven, who under Richard's direction was perfecting the accuracy of her powers by launching a number of black energy spines at the progressively smaller rings. He watched her for a short while, and wasn't at all surprised that she was hitting dead centre from the very first try. In all honesty, her accuracy was already pretty much perfect, but it still seemed more of a useful activity than what Garfield had been tasked with – a mundane circuit training workout. It wasn't so bad, and at around the eighth rep he began to feel his body protesting, but it still felt like an afterthought. More so when he was dismissed early – though this time he was certainly not about to complain. It also gave him ample opportunity to begin…preparations. First, though – he wanted a shower.

Beast Boy figured he'd still have at least an hour or so to kill before the others had finished training, so he was surprised to find Raven perched on the far sofa when he entered the main room. He made his way to the fridge, eyes still on her as she turned the page of the book he knew would be balanced over crossed legs. From the vanilla entangled with her usual comforting scent, she couldn't have left training much longer after him, as she'd already had time to shower herself. It was a pleasant scent, but he knew he'd like it better in a couple hours – once the artificial sweetness had begun to fade a little.

'Did you blow up your targets or something?'

'Training outside is always more for Vic and Kori.'

The green-skinned teen agreed, and grabbed two cans of carbonated orange before crossing the distance to where the empath sat; hopping over the back of the settee to land unceremoniously beside her. Dark energy wrapped itself around one of the cans and took it from Beast Boy's hold before he could shake it up any further.

'Thanks.'

She was expecting the teasing to start immediately – it usually did. As soon as Garfield was within a few feet of her, the dumb jokes and occasionally brazen comments would commence – regardless of where the other Titans were. Although, it tended to be just the two of them more often as of late –which she didn't doubt was purposeful on her friend's parts, but she found she didn't mind. She was somewhat grateful for that, actually…It was easier to not blow up the furniture from her being flustered without the added embarrassment their eyes brought. Sometimes, it also meant that she was brave enough to respond with a bold counter or two of her own. She more than expected the teasing – she anticipated it; looked forward to it. So, it was quite unexpected when he flashed her a small smile of acknowledgement, and then fished around the pocket of his joggers for his phone.

A brief rummage through the small box of 'prank supplies' he kept at the bottom of his closet had proved that he was in serious need of some restocking. Thank god for Amazon prime. He browsed for a few minutes, and then felt his features stretch out into a grin as he got the most glorious mental image of the desired results. Tomorrow's training was definitely going to be postponed – that, or it would be the most hilarious session yet. He could wake up early for that.

Preoccupied as he added that product to his basket, he didn't notice the black cloud that surrounded his drink as he popped the tab, or the sudden hissing of soda inside the can. It would have been impossible, however, to miss the spray of frothy liquid that it spewed.

'God, Raven!' Exclaimed Beast Boy, eyes wide and holding the can as far away from him as possible. Luckily, he'd reacted quickly enough to not be completely covered in the sugary beverage, but there was a puddle of the stuff on the coffee table; dripping down and pooling onto the floor.

If he didn't know her so well he probably wouldn't have even noticed the slight quiver of her lip as she fought the smirk or understood that the unfocused way in which her eyes were steadily trained on one line of her novel meant her focus was elsewhere. Having said that, her explicitly ignoring both the effusion and Beast Boy's shout plainly stated that she had been responsible.

'Are you kidding? This is going to be so sticky, Rae.' He seemed to come to terms with this as he said it, and punctuated his sentence with a groan as he began looking for something to mop up the spillage. Finding nothing, he yanked the fabric of his t-shirt over his head and soaked up the majority of the liquid with that. Then Garfield groaned again – impulse always seemed to come a lot faster than conscious thought.

'Who's got you grinning like that?'

It took him a second to understand what she had meant, but when he had it became his turn to fight off his smirk. While Raven being uncharacteristically nosey about what he was doing was nice enough, the 'who' as opposed to a 'what' sounded especially sweet. A wonderful image of a green-cloaked emoticlone popped into his head.

Naturally, his mouth fell open to tease her, but his excitement outweighed that particular impulse and he found himself flipping the screen around to show her his basket. 'Don't worry mama – jus' basking in the anticipated glory of my next masterpiece.' Said masterpiece was then explained in exact detail.

Beast Boy expected her to chide him on how immature or pointless his pranks were, and so he was more than pleasantly surprised when she failed to supress her giggle.

'I suppose this one may have some merit of entertainment value.'

The boy's face split into a wide grin, but the hiss of the doors grabbed his attention. The oldest member of the team strode into the room.

'Dick and Kori are out on 'patrol.' Ten bucks says cctv can find them canoodling in some alley.'

'I wouldn't bet against that, but I'd prefer we don't go anywhere near surveillance, if you don't mind.'

Garfield's nose wrinkled. 'Yeah man, I don't think I want to see Robin canoodling with anyone.'

The cybernetics' features darkened a little. 'Definitely – having the security system built in to me has had its downsides.'

Cyborg flopped back into the seat beside his green best friend, and without asking who's it was, reached forward to steal a swig of the discarded orange soda. There was an awful sluu-ting! sound as it was prised from the table, and the liquid sloshed over his lap.

'Awh, man! Why is the table so sticky?'

'Garfield spilt his drink.'

A/N: a bit of a filler chapter, the next is going to be a little more dramatic :) any guesses? Of course, so much love for all of the support. 3

The idea of BB pranking Robbin as revenge for excessive training is yet again a suggestion from Eris, thank you!

-Lovingly, Bree