Dance

I'll never forget my first dance with Raven. Ironically she was the one who taught me. On the roof of the tower, no one around, just Raven and I. Smiling when she laid her head on my shoulder. And I could have sworn I felt her fingers graze the back of my head, and the tips of my pointy ears.

I knew it.

Gentleman

It was my first date with Raven. I couldn't believe it! Everything was going great! Robin was paying for everything in full, including an expensive dinner at Jump City's highest rated French restaurant. Cyborg even fixed me up a nice suit for the occasion. And Starfire let me know everything I had to do to impress Raven. It helped that Raven admitted everything she would like on her first date.

After our dinner, we decided to head to a play Raven wanted to see. As we turned the corner to cross the street, I noticed a big puddle off the curb of the road.

Thinking quickly, I took off my sports coat and laid it over the puddle, bowing politely and gesturing for her to cross first.

She just raised an eyebrow and stood there as I stared back confused. Before I knew it, she surrounded herself in her black aurora, shielding herself from a big truck that drove by. It ran over my coat and soaked me in dirty street water. I still stood there, hunched over, soaking wet, freezing cold, and humiliated.

But then I heard the most angelic sound ever.

Raven laughing.

It was a quiet, controlled little giggle, but it made me crack out in a grin as I stood up. She smiled slightly before planting a small kiss on my cheek and crossed the street with me on her heels.

Threat

How dare he? How dare that green fool threaten me like that?

Just because I didn't want to play some stupid video game about two drug-addict brothers, going on some intoxicated spree through a fantasy sewage system, trying to save some damsel in distress from an obsessed dragon? Not to mention the game itself was older than both of us!

That's hardly a reason for Beast Boy to push the envelope as far as he did.

"Rae, if you don't play with me then….no late night massages for a week!"

That. Monster.

Forest

It's been years since we've married. I still remember the day we moved out of the tower into the single-family home he bought with the inheritance his parents left him.

We had three beautiful kids since then. All of which who have grown up, started their own lives, and moved on, just as we have at their age.

We've been through thick and then. We fought, we loved, we cried, and for the life of me, he finally succeeded in making me laugh.

In his words, "the highlight of our marriage." Moron.

But my favorite thing of all has to be waking up to his forest green eyes every morning.

Nightmare

Every night he would wake up to a start. Gasping for breath. And only until he looked beside him and checked his wife's steady breathing would he get up from bed and walk out the door to the room across the hall.

Gently he would peer open the door and tip-toe through the small bedroom and reach the baby's crib.

As he looked down at his firstborn daughter, his ungloved hands would gently stroke her small violet head. Smiling as she leaned her sleeping little face against her father's loving caress.

But as the moonlight shone through the window, his hands were revealed as claws. He snatched his arm out of the crib and looked at his reflection within the glass.

His only wish was that his daughter would never realize what kind of monster rest within him.

Overwhelming

Every time he would hug me from behind; Happy would squeal inside of my mind.

Brave would applaud him as he delivered the final blow to Cinderblock.

Desire would drool as he finished his workouts before drying off his sweaty green skin.

Knowledge respected him for his honorable, but unsuccessful, attempts at playing me in chess.

Anger would explode furiously at his repeatedly stupid pranks.

Crude loved to shoot down his lame jokes every now and then.

But whenever he kissed me. Whether chastely or passionately; Love would buckle at her knees. And she would manifest herself outside my mind, when I feel his grip around my waist tighten ever so slightly.

Having Beast Boy in my life was overwhelming. But every minute was worth its weight in gold

Rules

One had to very cautious around Raven in the day. She was a very organized and precise woman. Garfield, having been married to her, knew better than anyone. She had a very rigorous set of rules to abide by at home.

Garfield had to mind his manners at the dinner table and chew with his mouth close, else spend all night getting glared at and ignored by the former heroine.

He couldn't watch TV until the kids were tucked in and fast asleep.

Snacks in the bed were strictly forbidden, unless otherwise approved for a special occasion by her highness.

The lights and darks had to be separated from the color and cottons beforehand in order for Raven to do the laundry. Otherwise Garfield would have to wear dirty clothes to work.

Video Games were permitted, as long as they weren't too violent or suggestive.

While most men would pull out their hair at the idea of such a set of rules, Garfield was quite fine with these regulations.

Because by night; Raven was a totally different person. She would always know how to reward her man for being a good boy.

Prediction

I was never predicted to live past my sixteenth birthday. My 'father' was to use me as a portal to enter this dimension and destroy it. But I never accounted on meeting four people who would change my life and ultimately, my 'destiny.'

I now had a true father figure in Robin. Someone who actually cared for my well being more than I thought I could myself. Like a father who gave hope and motivation to their child, Robin helped me through my time as a Teen Titan.

Cyborg became the older brother I never thought I needed. Like Robin, he also watched out for me constantly. He was far more overprotective of me than anyone else though, and that got a little annoying sometimes, especially since I still am a young lady with certain wants in life. But he would always be there to lend a helping hand when I needed it. And I always appreciated it.

Starfire became the closest person to a sister that I could ever have. She was the complete opposite of me. She had a bubbly personality with her heart upon her sleeve. Naïve when it came to most earth customs and obsessed with anything and everything girly. But even still, she was also a young lady who had the same wants as me…shockingly. But we'll always be sisters.

And that's everyone. No one else left to mention. Nope.

…Ok fine.

Then there's Beast Boy.

Where do I begin?

Beast Boy is absolutely everything I could ever hate in life all wrapped up into one green, disturbing, and annoying individual.

He was reckless on missions. He was misbehaved around visiting heroes and other company. He was nosey when I've told him a thousand times NOT to bud in my business. And that's not an exaggeration, I actually have a counter; he just broke one thousand thirteen. A milestone for him.

He was stupid beyond comprehension with his ridiculous pranks and taste in recreational activity. Playing non-stop video games before breakfast, lunch, and dinner will only rot his mind; or what's left of it.

I don't even want to mention how unfunny his jokes are. Ugh. He actually believes he will get me to laugh and smile one day with those lame excuses for yarns. Good luck with that.

And did I mention he was green?

That greatly annoys me. It really does.

Why you may ask? Because I find it annoying how unbelievably cute he looks now with his matured face, protruding fang, deep thick eyebrows, and pointy ears.

Those ears. I hate them. And yet I love them. The way they show more emotion than Beast Boy does himself. How they perk up when he's happy or excited. Or when he's sad, disappointed, or guilty, they deflate to the side of his head.

I can't believe he's taller than me now. Or how impressive his body has developed over the years. I could spend hours staring at his back. Just his back.

But the worst thing about Beast Boy…is his unconditional love. His love for his friends. For me. I don't know what he see's in me, but I know very well of his affections for me. I am an empath after all.

All those years ago, when we were only kids, I assumed it was just a crush. Especially when Terra popped in and out like a bad zit. But through the years I felt it coming off in waves stronger and stronger until it go to the point that I couldn't ignore it anymore. I almost felt bad for the fool. Almost.

But of course, the idiot had to fall for the only unlovable person.

But then I began to realize why he did all those things he did for me. Why he would always insist on having me join in with the team on their outings or movie nights.

Why he would always ask my opinion on a matter, no matter how trivial or crucial the situation may have been.

Why he would try so hard to make me smile. Why he craved my attention over everyone else's.

And up until now…I've come to accept that…I may have been hindering some affectionate feelings for him as well.

Now who would have predicted that?

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