Poor Raven

by Daniel Cheshire

A series of drabbles, most of which involve implications that are deserving of an M rating, and the scarring of any sense of innocence that Raven might've had before meeting me.

2. Catfish

A/n: words. that is all

Robin had the worst idea at the most inconvenient times. He was sure his back would be in a world of pain in the morning.

Beast Boy let out a soft snore, his hips adjusting ever so slightly, making Robin squirm in discomfort.

He wondered if Raven is still mad at him for staining her bedsheets and will come to help him with his problem. He did give her brownies to try to console her... after he and Beast Boy did it in the kitchen... and she walked in on it.

Raven wasn't going to help.

Maybe Starfire. After all, the Tamaranian wasn't too familiar with Earth customs.

Robin reached for his communicator, only to be held back a thick rope that hung around both wrists.

'Catfish God dammit.'

A/n: Where had the time gone? Oh, right. .. PLAYING SKYRIM OBSESSIVELY. (i lied. there were more words.)