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Title: Violation
Rating: T, for like, one cuss.
Characters: Beast Boy, Raven, Robin, Cyborg, Starfire
Overusedness: Hypnosis
Notes: I really think that most of these hypnosis stories are pretty cute, to be honest. So I'll give it a try. To be honest, I'm not sure if I did a good job with this one or not. I wrote this with a pounding headache and a cold so bad I'm surprised it's not a serious fever, so I may rewrite this when I'm feeling better. I dunno, depends on if you guys like it or not.

The team had just finished up with Mad Mod and the paperwork that followed. They were walking down the street in a pack, Robin and Star in front with Cyborg and Beast Boy following. In Beast Boy's arms was an unconscious Raven, and he held her gingerly in a bridal-style hold. Every time her head lolled back he would tilt her so her head rolled back into the crook of his neck.

Sure, there were plenty of stares. They ignored them all, though. The group was silent, only making occasional comment on Mad Mod's hit to Raven and guesses on when she'd wake up. Cyborg was betting, and hoping, on her coming to still in Beast Boy's hold. That, of course, caused Beast Boy to quicken his pace and complain about how long it was taking to get back.

"Why didn't we bring the T-car?" he moaned.

"Because Mad Mod has a tendency to warp things, and I ain't risking my baby like that," came the despondent reply.

The green man grumbled and shifted Raven, her head rolling onto his neck from his shoulder again. "Dude, she's getting heavy."

Starfire smiled, "Well it was most noble of you to offer to carry her home, Beast Boy."

Robin snorted beside her, but he kept his vision forward. "Offered?"

"Yeah, it was more like grabbing and growling," Cyborg snickered.

"She is the mine!" Starfire flailed her hands, fingers hooked as claws, and giggled madly.

"Alright, alright!" Beast Boy, red in the face, tried to stop the three laughing goons. "Gosh, I wish Raven was awake. Then I could beg her to take me home and away from you three!"

Raven's eyes flicked open then, a robotic sort of motion, and Beast Boy was startled to the point he almost dropped her. She stepped out of his hold, but placed her hands on either of her shoulders. It gave him a clear view of her swirling, black and white eyes before they vanished into a black void.

The rest of the team stood there with blank expressions, staring at the spot the two vanished from.

"Well damn."

.:..:..:.

"Mercy! Dear, god what just happened?"

Raven stood, staring blankly back at him. She'd taken her hands off of his shoulders, and her arms hung limply at her sides.

He stared right back, blinked, then continued to stare. "Um… sit."

Raven took three steps to the nearest couch and perched on the ledge, her eyes never leaving his. He stared at her some more, until he heard the doors to his right slide open. The rest of the team stumbled into the main ops. room, each bewildered and utterly confused.

Beast Boy motioned them to stop, keeping a steady gaze on the empathy in front of him, and after a bit he said shakily, "Do three push-ups."

Raven stood, moved away a bit, then got down on the floor and did three perfectly formed push-ups. She stood afterwards, turning her attention back to Beast Boy.

"Oh dear," Starfire breathed.

"Alright, Titans. We need to figure out how to fix this," Robin voiced with demand and underlying concern.

The four stood in a circle around Raven, each studying her as if she could give them the answer…

"Hey wait!"

"What is it, Beast Boy?"

"So much for being a detective if I think of this first," he turned his attention from Robin to Raven. "Raven, tell us how to get you back to normal."

"If I knew, I would. But, as I don't, you're going to have to satisfy yourself with overworking your simple brain to find an answer."

"Hey!" He cried indignantly while Cyborg chortled lightly in the background. "Even when she's out she insults me!"

"Raven, insult him again."

"Cy!"

She waited for Beast Boy to stop waving about the metal man before continuing. "As you're too incompetent to come up with one yourself," Beast Boy sneered gleefully, if that was possible, "Beast Bo-"

"Stop!" Robin commanded. "Cyborg, we need to focus."

"Yes friends, let us not use Raven for foul amusement," Starfire added in concern for her sister-like companion. After all, what would Raven think if she allowed her to unconsciously insult those close to her? Raven really cared about the team, and only made light fun of them as teasing. Never would she try to hurt any of them. That thought gave her an idea though, "Robin?"

"Yeah, Star?"

"May I try something?"

He tilted his head. "Sure, go ahead."

She smiled and stepped towards Raven. "Raven, tell us please. What would you do if it was you trying to take somebody out of the state you are currently in?"

Raven responded in the same detached tone she'd been using since being hypnotized. "Have me act naturally again."

"Well, if that wasn't obvious," Beast Boy snorted. "How?" When Raven didn't answer, he sighed dejectedly. "Well, even if I phrased it as an order she probably wouldn't say much. So what do we do?"

"Hmm… well, what makes up a personality?" Robin asked.

"Actions?"

"That's a good start, Star. Alright, go make some tea, Raven."

She stood and did as told. The team watched her until it was complete. "Pour a cup and drink it," Cyborg offered. She got down a mug and completed the task, sipping the beverage lightly.

"Sit on the couch and read a book," Starfire added.

The team sat and watched her for what was almost a half hour before sighing and trying to come up with more ideas. "Alright, so that didn't work. It was a good idea Starfire, so let's build off of it."

"Well, you have to think in order to do, right?"

"Good point, Cyborg, but what does Raven usually think? And how do we get her to think it now?"

"Huh, I don't know."

The four of them stared at Raven with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows as she stood, staring back with an empty mug clutched in one hand.

"Well," Robin said after a bit, "aren't thoughts driven by emotion? To make her act, she has to think, and to think she has to feel." He felt rather proud of himself then, as if he just solved the solution to global warming.

"Right," Cyborg said. "But again, how?"

"Friend Beast Boy elicits much emotion from Raven, more than the rest of us. Shall he try something?"

"Yes, Beast Boy go do something."

"Thanks for the details, Robin," he drawled. He walked up to her anyways, slightly uncomfortable with her irises having been replaced with hypnotic swirls. "Um… hi, Raven. How are ya?"

She stared, unblinking.

"Oookay. Why is Peter Pan always in the air?" He paused for effect. "Because he Neverlands!" Of all the people in the room, he was the only one to burst into a fit of giggles.

"I do not get it," was heard faintly in the background, but he promptly ignored it. Not even a bat of an eye from Raven, and he immediately sobered.

"Hum, alright. So no fun emotion will work."

"Try not to focus on that, Beast Boy. Focus more on strong emotion," his leader instructed from behind him.

He sighed deeply. He knew what he had to do. Taking in a big, deep breath, he leaned in and whispered into her left ear. His teammates strained to hear, but the efforts were fruitless. When he pulled back, Raven's eyes were wide and indigo/violet. For a moment, they stared past him, glassy and shocked. Then, she blinked, and her eyes moved and met his.

"Is that… is that the truth?" She asked shakily.

He nodded slowly, nervously.

Her face melted into an expression better suited to a fighting wolf, and she snarled, "After I tell you to stay out of my room, you go in and violate me like that?"

"Um… yes?"

She growled and lunged for him. "You are dead!"

.:..:..:.

It was a half hour later, and after the team had managed to pry Raven off of the changeling. Raven was at one far end, blushing like mad under her hood, and Beast Boy was at the other, bruised and sheepish.

The three in the middle looked between them. Finally, Cyborg leaned over to Beast Boy. "What did you tell her?"

"Oh, that I went through all of her drawers while she was out."

Cyborg gave him a funny look. "You didn't though."

Shrugging, he shook his head. "No, but it worked, right?" He was pretty proud of himself to know what buttons could push Raven what couldn't.

"Oh, so you lied. Twice."

Beast Boy looked up, startled, to find Raven standing above him with her arms crossed. "Twice?"

"When you said you invaded me initially, then when I asked if it was true. Twice," she confirmed.

"Oh," he rubbed his arm. "Yeah, well, it was just so I-we! We could get you back," he defended.

She shifted her weight. "Why would you pick anger and embarrassment to draw out of me?"

"Because that's what I make you feel strongest, right? You get annoyed and mad at me all the time?"

Instead of responding right away, she stood and stared him the eye for some time. "Sure," she said abruptly and turned. "Well, this has been a tiring day. I'm going to meditate, see you all later." She left to the farewells of three of her team members, having left the other to sit there befuddled.

"Man, she always does that! How come she can't just give me a straight answer for once?"

"Maybe she's like a dresser, and if you look into her thoughts and feelings, she'll feel too violated."

Robin and Starfire sighed, not even bothering to try and keep the two from each other.