Day 6 of BBRae Week Fall 2015.


A solitary, silvery, shrill shriek rang out from the room below, and a countless of terrified screams erupted soon after.

"Rae," Beast Boy whimpered, slowly removing his hands from his ears and peering up at the smirking empath. "Can you scale it back?" The high decibels pierced his eardrums like a million tiny needles.

Raven just smiled.

Beast Boy called on his memories from the last Halloween. He liked to think that particular Halloween had been the best one yet although Raven might not agree. Ever since he'd forced the team to watchWicked Scary two years ago, Raven had been working on accepting her emotions so they didn't get out of hand; those emotions including fear, passion, and self expression overall. Beast Boy had to admit that was a definite positive of forcing her into watching that terrible horror movie. But Robin had drawn another important point from that Halloween: the fact that Raven had yet another unexplored power.

Add mental projections to the never ending list of Raven's powers; the ability to freeze time, telekinesis, teleportation, and her soul self itself was another whole powerful element of the petite empath. Robin, being the disciplined alpha he was, had advised Raven to gain complete control over her mental projection abilities. Beast Boy couldn't say that her expertise was a terrible accomplishment but he dared think that Raven was a little too amused with her creative mind.

This Halloween, Starfire had insisted the Titans work at the haunted houses as a community service. Of course, the alien princess insisted on handing out candy at the end, Cyborg handled the ticket taking, and Robin had stayed in the room above with Beast Boy and Raven, monitoring the security cameras and ensuring that Raven's projections didn't become overly sinister.

Another horrified wail sounded throughout the rooms below.

"That was the monster from Wicked Scary."

Beast Boy's eyes were as large as full moons, half in fear for the haunted house goers below them and half in awe that Raven remembered the monster from the movie is such precision.

"Raven," A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Robin's mouth. "Keep it PG13."

"You're boring me," Raven replied, pulling the monster back into the walls.

Robin offered a chuckle, although clearly distracted by the security cameras. Swiveling in the black desk chair, the Titan leader leaned closer to the screen. A seemingly unbreakable silence filled the room, and Raven's eyes shifted to Beast Boy. He gave a small smile before his emerald eyes flicked to Robin, then back to hers. The sorceress gave a curt nod.

Get ready. She mouthed.

Suddenly, the monster from Wicked Scary filled the screen only inches from Robin's face. A tentacle poked through the HD screen, reaching for the boy's neck. Robin flinched away, eyes narrowed and bow staff already out. His teeth were bared and he glared at the evil looking protrusion. But the monster stayed anchored to the screen, gurgling and mashing it's two sets of teeth one last time before melting into the desktop.

Panting hard, Robin turned his frenzied anger towards Raven. Beast Boy cowered behind the sorceress, not sure if he was more afraid of the monster or Robin at the moment.

"Not funny, Raven." Robin snarled, collapsing his metal staff and shoving it into his belt sheath.

Lifting her hands in innocence, Raven's amethyst eyes widened. "Wasn't me," she insisted, already feeling Beast Boy's fingers slipping firmly around her waist in the dark.

"Sure," the leader scoffed, walking back over to the chair before the screens. "If it wasn't you, then what-"

The Boy Wonder was cut off by sudden darkness. The desktop screen had gone black and the soft hum of the computer had dissolved.

"Get 'em on, Raven."

"It's not me!"

Sighing, the responsible Robin felt his belt for a flashlight.

"It's really not you?"

Raven shook her head earnestly.

"I'm going to check it out." Robin surveyed the room with his tiny flashlight. It was only illuminated by lithe moonlight and Robin's LED beam and the only noise was a steady ticking of an analog clock, which had just tick-tocked past midnight. "Beast Boy, tell Cyborg to stop letting people in and Starfire to stop letting people out. No one leaves until we figure out what's going on." With that, Robin and his light exited the room, closing it tightly behind him.

After voicing over to Starfire and Cyborg, Beast Boy turned to Raven. Their eyes adjusted to the moonlight and Beast Boy took Robin's previous seat.

"Finally, I don't have to sit on the ground anymore." He joked, folding his arms behind his head. His eyes shifted back and forth, never leaving Raven's small silhouette. Tonight she wore a simple midnight blue dress and knee high stockings along with tiny midnight booties; Beast Boy thought she looked rather pretty. She also looked worried, though he couldn't understand why.

Reaching gently for her hand, he pulled her into his lap. Not resisting, Raven situated herself on his right leg, neatly crossing her ankles. Beast Boy smiled, trailing his fingers up and down her back in soothing circles. He took to observing her face, which seemed paler than usual under the moonlight, and a bit frightened. It had been like this for a whole minute before Beast Boy decided to speak.

"I can't believe you'd lie to Robin just so we'd have some time alone." His smile grew wider and he gave her hand a squeeze.

"I didn't."

Beast Boy's smile dropped, seeing the fear pooling in her eyes. "Y-you didn't?" Now he was afraid. "You're telling me it wasn't you who cut the lights…?"

Raven brought her knees to her chest, curling closer to the changeling. "I drew the monster from the computer, yeah," she shuddered at the events afterwards. "But.. the lights… that scream… I didn't… I didn't do any of that."

Beast Boy stiffened, suddenly pulling Raven to his chest. He was tempted to ask if she was kidding but of course she wasn't. Raven wasn't the kind to play practical jokes; her humor was dry and sarcastic, always. The changeling dug his canine into his bottom lip. He had to comfort Raven. He had to keep her talking, expressing herself. Otherwise they'd have a lot more than a fluke power outage on their hands… And the night would get spookier than any one of them had anticipated. Suddenly, Beast Boy's thought's returned to Raven's words.

"A scream? I didn't hear that."

Raven shot up, turning to face him with wide eyes. "You didn't?"

Beast Boy frowned. In this moment, he had to make a decision. He would either confirm what she'd heard in order to comfort her, or he'd tell her the truth and she would be even more afraid.

"No.. I'm sorry," he began, already seeing her eyes enlarge. "I misspoke, Rae. I did hear it."

"It-it's okay if you didn't." Raven was trembling in his lap. He could feel her trying to control her breathing but with no avail.

"I did," Beast Boy shook his head, gently pressing her head closer to his chest.

Raven shuddered once more, closing her eyes. She knew he was lying to her, he hadn't heard a thing. But he was willing to say he did to make her feel secure. He truly was the best thing that had ever happened to her, Raven thought. And then, she didn't think.

Pushing herself from his chest, the sorceress gazed into his kind emerald eyes for a brief second, before pressing her lips to his.

Taken by surprise, Beast Boy leaned backwards, catching a glimpse of her amethyst eyes before she pressed into him again. This time he didn't draw back. His hand still cradled hers, and he gripped harder. He could feel Raven shift to straddle his hips in the swiveling leather chair. Her cool fingertips scampered up his neck so she could dig her nails into his forest of hair. The back of his neck prickled as her hands messed the underside of his hair, and her sharp teeth pulled at his supple bottom lip. He couldn't help but smile, breaking their sealed lips. Raven kept nibbling tenderly at the corner of his mouth, and his hands traveled beneath the A frame of her tiny dress. Drawing patterns over her thighs, Beast Boy prepared himself to initiate the next move. His fingers were hooked at the lace elastic of her sheer stockings when Raven suddenly pulled back, her thighs tensing tightly over his hips.

Beast Boy did his best to keep the soft whimper from escaping, but couldn't. "R-Raven," he stuttered, his hands now resting innocently at her waist. Carefully pushing at her ribs, he tried to pry her away from his own waist. "That hurts."

Immediately, her legs released him and she was levitating before him. Her longer violet locks spun from side to side.

"There it is again."

"Rae, sweetheart it's-"

"Don't 'sweetheart' me," She hissed, lurching forward and taking his hands with both of hers. "The screams.. they're back." Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and Beast Boy took both of their hands to her face, pressing his thumbs to the hollows of her flustered cheeks.

"Screams?" A look of utter confusion formed on the changeling's face. "Rae, earlier you said a scream, as in one scream. When have you heard others?"

Her pupils dilated and her voice came to a low, grave hush.

"Every All Hallows Eve."


I left this with a bit of a cliffhanger as I was planning on continuing the drabble on Day 7. Unfortunately I never got around to doing that... I hope everyone enjoyed these drabbles as much as I enjoyed writing them! Comments are always appreciated. (: xoxo!