Beast Boy gasped for air as he stumbled into the tower. He had raced to get there- it was already eleven and he knew Robin would be pissed. Not that he cared much about that. He had to see if Raven got home. Like a thorn, it stuck in his mind as he ran through the streets and rocketed through the air. It seemed foolish, but he was worried. Even his animalistic lust was squashed under the concern that provided him with several impossible scenerios. No way would Raven be kidnapped easily. There would be signs, battle remnants; he tried to reason with himself. No luck there.

But now he was home and in trouble. Robin sat in one of the chairs facing the entrance, standing when the green teen appeared, looking winded.

"Beast Boy, what happened?" He sounded concerned, his mask furrowed. The addressed held back a snort.

"…Rushed… home… Raven… where?" He managed bits and pieces in between pants.

"She's in her room asleep." A hand vaguely swept towards the hallway door.

"Oh."

"Where were you?" Beast Boy knew now that the leader knew he was in no danger, he'd be in trouble. The boy chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to reveal Raven's secret- or that he had enjoyed it. Robin crossed his arms in an impatient manner.

"Well, you see, there was this cat… in a tree. Yeah. I tried to get it down for this little girl, but it wouldn't let me near because I… smelled like a dog. We had to, um, wait until it fell asleep."

The vein of Robin's forehead pulsed dangerously- he knew the green one was lying. He rubbed his temples in annoyance.

"Listen, I don't appreciate being lied to, but I respect your privacy. As long as there's no trouble. Go to bed."

He stalked off, with the other staring after. Maybe this coming home late thing had its advantages.

"By the way," called Robin as he left the room, "dish duty tomorrow. For being late. Don't make it a habit."

Beast boy groaned and followed his leader out of the dark room and went to his own. He didn't feel tired, though. His mind raced with everything it witnessed- when he closed his eyes, he saw the seductive dances. The smell of the theater radiated off his clothes. Now that his worry over his teammate had resided, his heat returned forcefully. He tossed and turned against it, knowing he'd have to fight it away. For the first time, he regretting going to that place and watching. He still had two months of this, and the images burned freshly in his mind. He could tell he wouldn't forget them soon.

Three hours later, Beast Boy was still wide awake. Groaning in frustration, he gave up trying to sleep at all. Now, all he desired was a release from the memories. He got up and dressed lazily- an oversized tee-shirt covered to his thighs. It would be good enough- no one would be up anyways. Dizzy with fatigue, he stumbled into the main room- his eyes widened. The tv was already on; the news droned.

"Oh, hey." His company certainly looked unhappy to see him. He plopped down on the couch as she wordlessly grunted in return.

"I didn't know you liked the news." He attempted another conversation. There was a lot he didn't know about Raven. Maybe he'd learn another new thing.

"…I used to watch it before that time." She whispered; that time was when she was meant to destroy the world. Beast Boy slightly frowned. "It's a habit now." She simply shrugged at him. The silence stretched as the news gave way to commercials. Her eyes never wavering from the screen, she spoke again.

"You shouldn't have followed me." Beast Boy fidgeted- so she did know. "I sensed you."

"Oh."

"I keep some things secret for a reason." There was a cold anger in her voice, but nothing compared to when she was fuming.

"Why? That was… pretty cool." He scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Really?" He could smell the surprise on her. Her eyes had turned to him.

"Yeah, especially the last ones! Mascara and Oc-something. They were great." He grinned, spurred on by her surprise.

"Máscara and Oculto." She corrected him, off handedly. "Mascara is make-up. Máscara is Spanish for mask. She's not that good." She looked away.

"She was awesome!" He countered, drawing closer to his companion. "I can't believe she coul-"

"Why did you follow me?" She interrupted.

"I was bored. Nothing better to do." She looked at him again with that critical eye that sized him up. He squirmed slightly- the silence grew. She'd even muted the tv- she meant business. While his human self felt uneasy under the glare, his animal side lapped it up, enjoying the dominating gaze.

"Your emotions, they are different." She stated before turning back to the tv. "You cannot sleep because of them?" He nodded, his mouth dry. How did she know?
"I feel it all." She wiped a piece of hair behind her ear, once again not looking at him. "They're strong." The flicking light from the tv danced on her stony face. Beast Boy didn't know what to say, so he decided to be quiet… for once. The screen blinked off, showering the two in almost darkness. The only light was the faint moonlight but it was fading away fast.

"Good night, Beast Boy." He saw her hand move in the pale moonlight. Her middle finger rested in between his eyes. Instantly, the animal emotions began to quiet and a wave of sleep threatened to overtake him. His eyes slipped closed and the cool pressure on his forehead moved away. He fell into a deep sleep.

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