"Everything that man esteems
Endures a moment or a day."

-William Butler Yeats; Two Songs From A Play

Blackmail

Hands folded on his desk, Robin studied the photos intently before finally demanding. "Where did you get these?"

"That's not important," Beast Boy assured him. "What is important is that I they're scanned and ready to be plastered online."

Sucking in his pride with a long breath, Robin relented. "Fine. Name your price."

"You already know what I want."

"Absolutely not," he hissed through his teeth.

"Aw come on! You've been hogging that red beauty ever since you got her! Just let me have ten minutes with her…"

"No! Get your own, she's mine!"

"Fine," said Beast Boy. "But good luck dodging all those yaoi fangirls when they see those pictures of you and Cyborg underneath the mistl-"

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Having managed to drag the wreck into his garage relatively intact, Cyborg scratched his head at the crumpled mess that was the R-cycle and glanced back at Robin and Beast Boy. "Explain it to me again, how did this happen, exactly?"

The Teen Wonder huffed out unintelligible grumbles.

Beast Boy, his head wrapped in gauze, leaned towards Robin and whispered in his ear. "I've still got seven minutes left on her after Cyborg fixes her up…right?"

Moving Day

His uniform hanging from the bathroom door, Beast Boy scrubbed furiously at the dirt ringing Raven's tub knelt on his knees wearing only his shorts. Raven had been putting him through his paces cleaning up her apartment now that Titan's Tower was finally built.

Still, Beast Boy really didn't mind it much; he owed her for letting him stay here while they waiting for Cyborg to finish construction.

His sensitive nose drilling a fresh headache with all the cleaning chemicals in the air, Beast Boy stepped out of the tub to take a breather just in time to hear Raven at the door.

The knob turned after several brief raps. "Beast Boy, how's the bathroom coming along? We still have the kitchen to finish, you know."

"AHHH!"

Throwing his meager weight against the door, Beast Boy allowed it to crack open enough to peek his head through…and cover the rest of him up. "Don't come in here!" he warned her. "I'm not wearing pants!"

Raven was suddenly very hesitant about being anywhere near the door.

"You know what? Nevermind…Just…come out when you're done. With pants," she added.

Rhetorically Challenged

GAME OVER!

CYBORG: 10/ ROBIN: 9

PLAYER CYBORG IS THE WINNER!

"You know it baby!" Cyborg whooped as he danced with surprising nimbleness for a guy made mostly out of metal. "Who's the man? I da man! No doubt!"

Robin groaned in defeat as he set down his controller. Behind them, Raven rolled her eyes before returning her the book in lap.

But it seemed Cyborg wasn't finished with his victory gloating. "Who's your daddy Rob? Say it! Who's yo DADDY?"

"A grown man dressed as a bat," he replied simply.

"The interdimension embodiment of all evil," Raven contributed as she turned a page.

Chagrined, Cyborg stormed off, grumbling to himself.

Spring Cleaning Time

As Robin cleaned out their fridge in his bright yellow Haz-Mat suit, Raven levitated comfortably in the living room enjoy her new book- the furniture floating several feet off the ground with the vacuum cleaner moving about in a sheath of dark energy.

Smelling strongly of chemicals, Beast Boy entered the common room with a tired whine. "Roooobiiinnn….I finished cleaning the bathrooms, can I watch the rest of the Super Monkey Robot Team Hyper Force Go! marathon now?"

Before Robin could respond from beneath his gas mask, Beast Boy yelped frightfully and clung to the safety of one of the floating couches. "Ahhhh! Raven! Keep that thing away from me!"

"What are you talking about?"

Looking too much like a cat in a high tree hiding from a dog, Beast Boy pointed "That thing!"

"Beast Boy, it's a vacuum."

"You say 'vacuum', I say 'Evil Fur-eating machine of screaming death!'"

Smirking, Raven waved her hand and lifted the running vacuum threateningly into the air. Squeeling, Beast Boy leapt from his no-longer-safe hiding place and ran around the living room in a panic, the vacuum whirling at his heels.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHH! Raven! This isn't funny!"

"I'd have to disagree," she said flatly, returning back to her book. For the next few minutes Beast Boy's screams coupled with the vacuum sounded more and more like sweet, calming music.

Dogma

"Excuse me, young miss," the streetside evangelist said with an enlightened smile and an armful of brochures. "Have you found God?"

Brooding thoughtfully beneath her hood, Raven considered her options. None of them came off as especially….proper for a Teen Titan, though many promised glorious satisfaction. Even a measly fraction of the metaphysical knowledge Raven gleamed from a lifetime of astral explorations in the alien spheres of reality would cause the poor believer's brain to implode violently.

"Not really," Raven admitted. "I know the other guy quite a bit, but mostly because he's my father. Don't worry, we don't really talk much."

All higher brain functions skipping out for lunch, the pleasantly beaming evangel froze with a vacant look that mildly resembled terror.

Nodding to herself, Raven resumed her walk down the Avenue's of Jump, her green shadow giggling. "It's funny 'cause it's true…"