So...how's it going...good...having a conversation with myself is diffifult...very difficult...and it involves a lot of dots...

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.

"Cy?" Beast Boy wondered. "What do you think Raven does in her room all day?"

Starfire perked up. "I believe she does the painting of her nails and the reading of magazines. I have found Cosmogirl under her bed before," she answered. "Perhaps, however, it was I who had left it there..."

"Hmm...Maybe she secretly reasearches engineering. I mean, she wasn't half bad when she tried to help me repair the T-car," Cyborg said thoughtfully. Robin snorted.

"That's because you're used to Beast Boy attempting the help you."

"True."

"Hey!"

"The Adventures of Raven," Starfire giggled. "It would make a glorious novel, yes?"

"Any of us would make a nice book, Star. We're superheroes!" Beast Boy pointed out.

"She was just trying to prove a point," Robin argued.

Cyborg was quiet, still rather thoughtful. "What if we wrote one out? We'd make millions! And, man, the stuff I could come up with!"

"Oh yes! We may all supply ideas for this wonderous book. Perhaps one chapter may be devoted to the 'girly activities' Raven and I enjoy doing?" Starfire begged.

"Yeah! And one could be where she trains up an army of gerbils to beat up the flying monkeys that attack her mattress every Tuesday night! Only they're really, really quiet," Beast Boy offered, his voice softening at the last part. Everyone was too busy thinking up ideas to throw him dirty looks.

Robin chuckled a little. "Maybe she's part of a secret karaoke club we know nothing about...and she had her room soundproofed so we can't hear her practicing." Starfire giggled.

"That's all nice and stuff, but if we published something like that, you know where we'd be the next morning?" Cyborg asked them. They all shook their heads. "I don't either. And I'd much rather stay in this dimension, thanks."

"Oh yeah."

"Forgot about that."

"Hmm..."

They all looked at each other and jumped up.

"You got extra paper?"

"I shall supply writing utensils!"

"Why don't we use a computer?"

"Man, I am a computer! Just dictate, I'll get it down!"

They all settled around the couch in the Ops center, with Cyborg in the middle. He extended his right arm and up popped a tiny computer screen. A title sprawled across the top: The Adventures of Raven.

"Okay, so for the first chapter, there's an abandoned baby gerbil in another dimension, right? And then Raven visits and she picks it up and goes 'aw, what are you doing here, Mr. Snoochikookums?' And then--" All three of the other Titans stopped him.

"Somehow, I don't think Raven would name anything 'Mr. Snoochikookums,'" Cyborg pointed out.

Starfire agreed. "And even if she did, it would sound somewhat like: 'Azar, what is a gerbil doing in this dimension? I thought I lost any of Beast Boy's friends five dimensions ago...'"

"Whoa..." Robin praised. "That was a really good Raven impression, Star." She blushed.

"Yeah. Who knew you had it in ya to be so dark and depressed-sounding?" Cyborg added.

"I spend much time around her, so..."

"I wanna do a Raven impression!" Beast Boy yelled. He sobered. "Dead kitty...dead kitty...ahem...'Beast Boy! Get out of my room!" The sentence was complete with the swishing of an imaginary cape and casting of imaginary spells.

"Aw, come on, man! We all do that!"

"Not with the cape!"

"Whatever, man, it's my turn." Cyborg stood up and cleared his throat. "Stop playing video games so I can read!" he screeched in a high-pitched voice.

"That was pitiful!" Robin argued. "Starfire's was the best so far!"

"I'm so sure..." Beast Boy muttered.

"Friend, you have not yet had a chance to reenact Raven. Please do so!" Starfire begged of Robin. He couldn't say no.

"Ah...what would Raven say...?"

"She would probably ask what you guys were doing, and why in the world one of your pasttimes include role-playing her," Raven said, walking in and gliding on to a couch with her book. The other four Titans were in shock for a minute, and then started stuttering all at once.

"No! We...we were..."

"I apologize, friend, we had not meant to offend you, we were merely contemplating on the art of literature writing..."

"Uh..."

"Raven! What a coincidence seeing you here!"

Raven shook her head, and everyone could had sworn she looked almost...amused. "Sure. And for future reference, listen to Starfire when you're imitating me, she was the only one who had it right. I have a lower voice than you, Cyborg."

How awesome would it be to be Raven? I'd be like WHOOSH and sink into the floor, and then BAM and throw Beast Boy out a window...My life would be onomatopoeia-tastic! I had to look that word up...