Raven: Sorry about the Beanie Babies, Starfire.
Starfire: (Looks at the frog, bull and parrot that Beast Boy is still extracting from various bodily cavities and sweatdrops)
Robin: You know, Beast Boy, I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.
Cyborg: When the two of them get married, I say the first things they should do are make out BB's last will, pick out and reserve a coffin, and buy some extra-large garbage bags in case Raven wants to hide the evidence.
Starfire: Agreed.
Raven: Sounds about right.
When there's trouble you know who to call. Teen Titans!
From their tower, they can see it all. Teen Titans!
When there's evil on the attack
You can rest knowing they got your back
'Cuz when the world needs heroes on patrol, Teen Titans GO!
With their superpowers they unite. Teen Titans!
Never met a villain that they liked. Teen Titans!
They've got the bad guys on the run
They never stop 'till the job gets done
'Cuz when the world is losin' all control
Teen Titans GO! Teen Titans GO!
If your heart is black you better watch out
You cannot escape the team
When they catch you there won't be any doubt
You've been beaten by the teens
Beaten by the teens
"Great. Just great. Ok, then, one more question. Will you help us?" Raven pleaded. Arella looked at Beast Boy, and for the longest time did not speak. Finally, she turned on her heel and went back into the room from which she emerged.
"I am afraid I have nothing with which I can help. This will be yours and yours alone mission," She said over her shoulder as she stepped into the shadows.
"Well, that's great. But...I'm not entirely human anymore... Maybe that will make a difference?" Beast Boy mused hopefully. Raven shook her head and sighed.
"I don't see how. I mean, it's great and all that you can heal yourself, but you heard my mother," Raven said as the exited out into the streets of Azarath again. "Your new status doesn't give you any particular powers. You don't have any other offensive options than you did before. It's over," Raven looked down at the ground.
Suddenly, Beast Boy reached out and grabbed Raven by the shoulders. The girl gave a yelp in surprise, suddenly at eye level with the green elf.
"It is NEVER over. We're Titans. We've never given up before, and we aren't going to start with this overgrown billy-goat," He growled. Raven couldn't help but smile at that description. He smiled back at her. He pulled her into a hug and whispered "He won't win. Not if I have anything to say about it."
Raven pulled away. " And just how do you plan on defeating the incarnation of all things evil? Give him a big hug and hope that he's allergic to love?" She said humorously.
"No. I have a better idea," He replied.
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Beast Boy walked through the streets towards the scene of the battle with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Raven was trailing behind him, worried. Beast Boy had always been known for his bad judgment, but he most certainly wasn't stupid. Raven feared that he was going to do something rash that would endanger his life.
"Garfield, stop," Raven called out. The boy paused, surprised to hear Raven calling him by his real name. He turned around with his head cocked to the side.
"What did you say?" He questioned.
"I said, stop. What are you going to do? You're one person, Garfield. No matter how brave, no matter how gutsy, and before you interrupt me to say it, how handsome you are, you are one person. What are you thinking?" She asked. And what she saw struck fear into the very core of her soul. His eyes had turned black, flames literally dancing in them.
"Arella says hope always lives. I believe her. She says I don't have your powers because they come from Trigon. I disagree, Raven. And I disagree with a few other things, too. First and foremost, Trigon will fall," He said with a smile on his face. How can be so confident? Raven wondered to herself.
"Second, you say I'm one person. Maybe, maybe not. But even if I was, you were a single person and you defeated this guy before," Beast Boy continued to smile.
"No, I didn't. You guys did most of the work. I just finished him," Raven said.
"And what's different now? Our friends are out there fighting for us right now, Raven. You say I'm just one person? You're wrong. Think about it, Raven. This entire ordeal, this fusion, has made us a part of each other. I have a bit of you inside of me now. It's part of who I am. And I'm a part of who you are now," Beast Boy finished.
"So what? Maybe you're right. But that's nothing compared to what Trigon is. I don't want to see you hurt, Beast Boy. I...I'd rather Trigon win and have it all over with quickly," Raven looked away.
Beast Boy looked at her, shaking his head. Inside, he smiled to himself. She's afraid for my safety. Well, time to break out the big guns.
"Alright, Raven. Fine. You don't want to help, I can deal with that," Beast Boy started to walk away, unable to keep an entirely straight face. Raven's eyes widened.
"No! It's not that. I just...don't see a way to fight," She grabbed onto his arm and turned him around.
"Then trust me," He said shortly, turning and walking away again. As he moved, he began to focus his mind. And slowly, he slipped into the shadows and vanished. Raven looked around, bewildered.
"Garfield? Garfield?!" She yelled. She panicked, deciding to return to the battlefield to see if he had reemerged there.
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"Eurgh!" Robin groaned as he was thrown backwards into Terra. They were all badly beaten, suffering from cuts, bruises, and minor bone injuries.
"Well, guys, this is it. It was nice knowing you," Terra said as they were all pressed together in the middle of the swarm.
Suddenly, the demons backed off as a shadow swooped across the ground. It caught Trigon's attention, and the demon's eyes followed it as it settled in one spot and rose from the ground.
He stood there, black cloak billowing in the wind. Large, beautiful gray wings adorned his back, at least 6 feet in span. In it's right hand it held a long, ornate sword, and in it's left it held a shield the bore the image of a raven. Inside the cloak was Beast Boy, but he had undergone an extreme transformation. A chakra gem lay firmly in his forehead, and his eyes burned with a black fire. His hair had lengthened to just above his shoulders. He was taller, almost six feet in height, and looked, well, beautiful for being a guy. He no longer wore his jumpsuit, but rather a black leotard. He looked like an angel.
He locked his eyes with Trigon's gaze. For what seemed like an eternity, the two stared one another, Trigon's army making no move to continue their battle.
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Raven arrived just in time to see the...whatever it was...rise from the ground. It looked like Beast Boy, but...
As Raven joined the rest of her fellow Titans, the "angel" finally spoke.
"This has gone on long enough. You've hurt my friends, and you've hurt those I love. I will not allow further harm upon them. Say your prayers," He spoke. It was not Beast Boy's voice. It sounded like the Fusion's, as though the changeling and Raven were speaking in unison. Everyone turned to stare at Raven, who held her hands out and shook her head in a "Like I know?" manner.
Suddenly, Beast Boy made his move. He lashed out, striking Trigon a heavy blow with the sword. Trigon, unable to avoid, took the strike on his left arm, bellowing in pain as a small stream of black blood began to run. The demon leapt forward, but Beast Boy was took quick. Flexing his wings, he took off to the skies, firing black energy shots from his sword as he ascended.
Trigon roared again. "Who are you that you dare to challenge my power?!" He bellowed in rage. He fired a red beam at Beast Boy, but the angel simply shielded himself.
"Oh, it's not a matter of who, Kilt-Boy," Beast Boy taunted. He may have looked regal, but he was still him. "No, it's not who I am. It's what I am that should be concerning you," He finished, diving at the demon.
Trigon took a wild swing at Beast Boy, causing the black-clad boy to cancel the dive in favor of living. The demon fired another beam, which Beast Boy simply rolled to dodge.
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Everyone looked upon the raging battle, mouths agape and eyes wide. It's not a matter of who... It's a matter of what? I don't understand, Raven thought, confused. She searched her brain, looking for answers.
"I...I don't understand? He looks like...like a dark angel. Like the image someone might use to describe Lucifer before his fall. I don't..." Raven trailed off as she fell into memory.
Memory
"Beast Boy, what is this?" Raven asked. Beast Boy presented her with a book-shaped gift wrapped in black paper with a gold ribbon.
"It's your birthday present. I know you don't like a big celebration for your birthday, so I just figured I'd give you a present quietly," He replied, gently pushing the book into Raven's hands.
"I...that's thoughtful of you. Thank you," She gave him a small smile and went to her room.
Once inside, she slowly removed the paper, careful to save the ribbon. She held in her hands a leather-bound, untitled book, with a raven embroidered in a beautiful purple on the front. Mouth slightly open, she cracked the book open. There was no table of contents. Instead, there was simply what was obviously a hand-drawn picture. It portrayed herself meditating in the common room.
Raven cocked her head to the side, interested. She flipped to the next page, realizing that this was a picture book. The next page held an image of her in a white cloak, a tear in her eye. On a table behind her lay Malchoir's book. Raven was stunned. "Did he draw all of these?" She wondered aloud. There was so much...detail. Lifelike in their appearances.
Page after page of beautiful pictures, each portraying her in some manner: Watching the sun rise, watching a storm outside her window, reading, an emotions portrait with herself and all of the emotions in her mind, and to her amusement two of herself throwing Beast Boy out a window. There were at least 50 pages in the book, so it was a good two hours before she reached the end.
Finally, she turned to the last page. On it was an image of an angel garbed in black. The face was Raven's, beautifully detailed. On the bottom, words in purple writing read "For my dark angel."
Raven fainted on the spot.
End memory
Raven smiled. Now she knew. "I have a bit of you in me. It's part of who I am," She remembered. He had used the inherited powers of his Azarathian bloodline to manipulate his emotions, his feelings, into a physical form. He was, indeed, the dark angel he perceived her as.
Two can play at that game, She smiled.