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Disclaimer: Although this story is based in the universe of the animated Teen Titans series, elements from the DC Universe canon will be used, (i.e. villains, the use of civilian clothing, the real names of the Teen Titans, and the history/background of other Titans that aren't part of the Fab Five).
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Chapter Three
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She had him pinned against the wall of her room and was tearing at his clothes and even though he protested he fought weakly as she ripped the front of his uniform away and her hands were on his chest and over his skin and he fleetingly wished he was more impressive to her but she didn't seem to notice because she buried her face in his neck while her lips branded his throat and she whispered something to him and the next thing he knew he was shoving her to the floor and he was devouring her mouth with his and he grabbed her hip, her arm, her leg, her breast, her face…she laughed in complete ecstasy and she whispered again and he still couldn't understand but he growled out of anger or pleasure, he wasn't sure, as she reached a hand down his body, against his chest and his abdomen and his pelvis and then she gripped the fabric of his clothes and he startled awake with a scream only to find himself alone and panting on a rock on the beach with the afternoon sun beating down on him and Titan's Tower.
He took a moment to gather his bearings. He wasn't in Raven's room, he wasn't taking advantage of her, she was definitely not taking advantage of him, and he was alone. He took another moment to remember that he had run out to the rocky shore outside of the Tower after what had happened with Raven and he had somehow fallen asleep amongst the boulders.
Beast Boy covered his face with his hands.
What had happened with Raven…
He didn't know what he was feeling right now, and to be honest, he didn't care to find out. He didn't even want to think about it. But, of course, the mind plays horrible tricks on its owners and all he found himself thinking of was the time he had spent in Raven's room.
He huffed out a breath and lay back down on the boulder. Who knew?
Who knew Raven had suppressed something like that inside of her? But then, isn't that what they all did? Being a hero didn't mean you got to live a normal life, and when teenagers were normal, most teenagers weren't very…well, prudent. And Raven had been living a lifetime of suppressed emotions. It shouldn't have come as a surprise, then, for pressure to build and for the whole system to collapse. Raven didn't experience even the most basic of things, like hold hands or give hugs. Those would have piled on with the more extreme restraints of physical affection and then boom goes the dynamite.
And he had helped with piling on that pressure. Beast Boy groaned.
He couldn't face her. Couldn't.
When she would come to and return back to normal then the memory of her and Beast Boy would have buried itself with that primal side she so adamantly caged. She would essentially forget it, unless provoked to remember. For him, however, the memory would mostly definitely be foremost in his thoughts, springing up every time he looked at her, was around her.
Talk about uncomfortable.
Because was he supposed to ignore the fact that Raven—Raven!—had stuck her tongue down his throat and pressed her hips against his? Was he expected to just let that all slide right off? He was a guy and he was her friend and he lived with her and he saw her every day and he wasn't exactly the most debonair hero to walk the halls of Titan's Tower, and all of that just made everything else infinitely worse.
You may not be the best hero, but she kissed you, he reluctantly thought, and then he internally kicked himself for even thinking such a thing. But…she had. And she had done so with vigor…
"A stupid little girl with a stupid little crush on a stupid little boy."
He felt shame as excitement tingled through his arms and legs at the recollection. It wasn't as though that side of Raven could be considered trustworthy. She could have said it just to be cruel; that was her thing, wasn't it?
"A stupid little girl with a stupid little crush on a stupid little boy."
He groaned again and rolled onto his side, too full of angst and confusion to do much of anything at all.
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Cyborg frowned over the engine of the T-car, his concerned face smudged with grease. Across the garage Raven sat idly on his worktable, her legs folded under her as she cradled a hammer in her lap and dazed off. It was well past midday and Raven had showed up to help him work on the car as she often did after a battle, but usually when she came to work she wore suitable clothing and not the uniform she had fallen asleep in; she also actually did work. Today she had showed up as if by habit and habit alone. There were shadows under her eyes and an invisible weight slumping her shoulders, two signs that said she hadn't gotten much sleep after the battle with Dr. Light.
He had tried to send her back to her room, insist that she needed rest, but she didn't want to. She claimed that the last thing she wanted was to close her eyes, and he had pushed the subject no further.
"Everything all right over there?" he called, tightening a bolt within the intricacies of his vehicle. Raven kept her faraway stare for a moment longer before she blinked languidly and looked at him.
"What?" she asked, somewhat lazily. Cyborg's concern grew.
"You know, I don't really use a hammer on a car engine," he pointed out, nodding to the tool in her hand. She looked down at it as if seeing it for the first time before gently placing it back on the table.
"Sorry. I was just thinking."
"I couldn't tell," Cyborg lightly joked before straightening up from the car and walking around it towards her. "What's got you so distracted? You're never distracted."
"I know," she said, sounding worried. "I'm sorry." He watched her as she tried her best not to sigh, shrouding her uncertainty to save him the trouble of worrying. Another habit for habit's sake.
"Want to talk about it?" he offered. She shook her head automatically.
"I'm all right."
"Sure you are," he agreed, rolling his eye. "But still…want to talk about it?" She looked up at him and he gave her a waiting smile. She looked around the garage and thought a moment before she opened her mouth to speak.
"I just…for some reason I feel strange," she said.
"Strange like a person would feel or strange like a half-demon would feel?" he asked. She shot him a look and he shrugged. "I'm just taking precautions."
"Strange like a person," she said evenly. He nodded.
"Okay, that I can help you with. What do you mean?"
She fiddled with the hem of her cloak. "I feel exposed," she said, simply and directly, just as she had always been when she spoke with him. Cyborg's eye went wide.
"Exposed?"
"Yeah," she mumbled, rubbing gently on her temples. "I realize it sounds odd, but I can't really describe it in any other way."
"Okay." He hung his ratchet back on the wall along with the hammer, frowning through his motions. "I mean, I can go with that. Exposed how?"
"I don't know. Not physically. Mentally. Internally. Psychologically." She heaved a weighted sigh and leaned back against the wall. "I feel drained."
"Well, none of us really got any rest last night," Cyborg tried, but she shook her head.
"No, it's different than being tired. I feel like I've been crying for hours, or yelling for hours, or talking for hours. I don't know." Raven brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them close, looking up at the ceiling. Next to her Cyborg folded his arms thoughtfully.
"That is…strange." He glanced sidelong at her. "Could it be your powers? An overexertion or a fluctuation of them?"
"I want to say 'no'," she said, but her words trailed off into uncertainty. She reached over her shoulder and dragged her hood over her face, covering her eyes and shrouding her features in darkness. "My head feels heavy but completely empty."
"It may feel that way, but it never is." He could feel her glaring at him and he threw up his hands in defense. "I told you Rae, precautions. Remember a few years back when you insisted that you weren't scared of anything and that suppression of fear tapped into your powers? None of us were too fond of that night."*
"This is different," she said. "I'm not suppressing anything, I can assure you that."
"Okay, well…have you meditated?" he suggested. She nodded once.
"I did, actually." She paused. "I've been trying something new, too."
"New?"
She nodded. "Up until today it has been gleaning remarkable results. But now I just feel-,"
"Exposed." Cyborg contemplated her words, tapping his finger thoughtfully. He knew Raven well enough to understand that whenever she opened up about anything to him it was in his wisest decision to take it seriously; and he hadn't seen her this out of it in awhile. Usually they would work on Cyborg's projects with fervor, Raven always very much interested in whatever mechanisms he wanted to explain. But today she was just another body in the garage, nothing more than a silent presence, a sure sign that something was wrong. He wondered fleetingly about her 'new' method of meditating, but he didn't want to seem too invasive. "Well, you know, Beast Boy did kind of frazzle you before you went to your room earlier," he mentioned, shrugging. Raven let out a cynical 'hah' at that.
"Yes, well, there was that too," she conceded.
"I told him to lay off you a little, but you know BB. Sometimes that guy gets too caught up in playing his games."
"Thank you, but it's really not a big deal…" Raven said as an afterthought. Cyborg waved the comment aside.
"I know, I know. I mean, at least he tried to make up for it by checking in on you, but still." Cyborg reached behind him for a power drill.
"What do you mean, check in on me?" she asked absently.
"We heard a noise from your room and he went to check on you. You were okay, right? BB didn't come back and I haven't seen him since, so I figured everything was fine. Otherwise, I would have gone and checked on you myself."
Raven sat up then, her feet slipping off the edge of the table. "Wait, he came to my room?" she asked. The two exchanged looks and Cyborg noted the confusion in her eyes. His mouth hung open in awe.
"Are you serious? That guy didn't go to you at all? Man, what a flake." Cyborg shook his head in disappointment, not noticing that a strong veil of panic had shrouded Raven.
"No, don't worry about it. It's nothing. I was fine. Nothing happened," she said hurriedly, but her thoughts were clearly somewhere else. Cyborg heard the undertone of anxiety in her voice and watched her before reaching over to lay a mechanical hand over her own. She looked down at the gesture before returning her gaze to his face.
"Okay, you're starting to kind of make me worry, Rae," he said with completely sincerity. "Should I kind of be worried?" he asked. Raven offered a fleeting smile, laid her other hand over his and hopped down from the table.
"I think I do need to get more rest," she said. Cyborg wasn't convinced at all; he knew that she was even more troubled now than before, but he wasn't going to press her. Raven's walls had gone back up again and there was no getting passed them without her permission. "Thank you," she said. He smiled down at her, unable to chase the concern from his face.
"Sure," he said helplessly as he watched her leave the garage.
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It was already well into dusk and Beast Boy was still lying on his boulder, one arm thrown across his face as he peeked out beneath his elbow at the blossoming stars above. His earlier episode of shame and embarrassment had given way to an episode of self-pity, then an episode of self-loathing, to be concluded with an episode of self-doubt. By the time he had finished mentally beating himself up the day had passed him by, and he still felt no need to get up and go anywhere else.
"Beast Boy?" a voice called out behind him. Panic exploded in Beast Boy's gut and extreme paranoia nearly gave him a heart attack when he registered that it was a girl's voice calling him. He didn't even stop to realize that it was Starfire's voice and not Raven's before he transformed into a cougar and adopted a defensive stance, his claws prepared as if for battle but his eyes wide and fearful. When he saw the familiar alien climb atop a rock overhead and look down on him he let out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding. "Beast Boy?" She frowned at him and jumped down onto his boulder, landing lightly and without a sound. Beast Boy returned to his normal state.
"Star. Hey," he said, glancing behind her shoulder. "Are you…did you come out here alone?"
"I did," she said, casting a wary eye behind her, wondering what Beast Boy was looking for. "Was I not supposed to?"
"No, no. It's okay. I mean, I was just asking."
"You have been absent from the Tower all day and our friends have been wondering to where you could be." She frowned at the defeated way he stood in front of her. "Something is wrong," she said. It wasn't a question. Beast Boy just shrugged and shook his head, vying for tired nonchalance but only succeeding in worrying the girl more.
"It's nothing. It's stupid."
"Nothing is ever stupid. May I ask what is wrong?"
He couldn't tell her, it was too embarrassing. And what if she decided to talk to Raven about it? It wasn't as though Starfire restrained herself from expressing any sort of concern. "Would it be okay if I didn't tell you? I kind of…. It's complicated." She didn't like that. He already knew so before he had said it.
"I would not want you to be burdened by such troublesome things alone," she said evenly. "Especially if it is something that could be dangerous for you."
"It's not dangerous," he assured her, although he didn't really believe what he was saying. "It's just personal. Please?" He looked at her with sincerity, glad that they stood at eye level now. Star still looked too worried to give in.
"We have all said such things before about our own problems, Beast Boy, but that was never the case. And you are not the one to be isolated for such a long period of time over something that is silly." She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder but he caught her softly by the wrist, stopping her.
"Kory," he said, saying her name with a quiet earnest. "Please." That did it. Starfire sighed, twisting in his grasp so that she was holding his hand.
"I will let it go. This time," she said, offering a feeble smile. "But we must go in now. The dinner is ready."
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Raven wasn't at dinner, a fact that left Beast Boy with mixed feelings of relief and anxiety. He felt relief because he didn't have to face her, but anxiety because no one knew why she was absent. Cyborg had said that she left the garage a few hours prior, claiming to need more rest. When Beast Boy had asked if she seemed okay the mechanical Titan had rounded on him.
"You didn't go to check on her earlier, did you?" he accused lightly. Beast Boy's brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"She sounded surprised when I told her you had gone to look in on her after we heard the noise. You totally bailed, man."
"No I didn't," Beast Boy automatically defended, but then he dropped his eyes down to his plate, hoping he wasn't blushing. "I mean, I checked in on her but she was meditating, so I didn't say anything.
"Uh-huh," Cyborg grumbled, pursing his lips in dissatisfaction. "Sure."
"Why?" Robin inquired from across the table. "Is Raven not okay?"
"I don't know," Cyborg admitted. "She was really out of it earlier. When have any of us seen her out of it?" he shrugged and the subject died, although not after Robin and Starfire shared a questioning look. Beast Boy tried to avoid conversation for the rest of the meal, keeping his head down and occupying himself with his food. When he had finished he got up without a word, placed his plate in the sink and started to leave. Cyborg asked him if he was feeling all right and when Beast Boy shrugged his friend made a worried sound. "You're acting like Raven did," he commented. The remark made Beast Boy uncomfortable, because he didn't want anyone associating his odd behavior with Raven. He forced out a weak laugh and tried to play off his mood.
"Sorry guys. I knocked out for about twelve hours earlier and my mind is still on shut down. I think I'll just head to bed early. Call me if there's a villain on the loose," he said, mentally noting that that was probably the worst attempt at an ironic joke that he have ever given. Starfire shot him a worried glare from the table but he ignored her, turning on his heel and leaving the main room without another word.
He hurried through the hallways for his room, anxious to lock himself in his haven and preoccupy himself until sleep came once more. So, it was due to pure rotten luck that he turned down the corridor and saw Raven just standing there, staring up at the ceiling.
She had changed out of her uniform and had donned the civilian clothes that she, (and the whole team) so rarely touched: a loose grey hoodie and black leggings. It was more of a costume on her than her hero garb, and it succeeded in making her look even smaller than she already was.
She wasn't doing anything in the hallway, just standing there with her hands in her front pocket and staring at a flickering light in the ceiling. Beast Boy physically jumped when he saw her and took two nervous steps back, his fight or flight reflexes kicking in and telling him to take off. But she noticed him and turned to look and he found himself frozen under her gaze and knew that, even if he wanted to move, he couldn't.
"Beast Boy," she said in her normal, even voice. His muscles seized at the sound of his name on her lips.
"Hey," was all he could say. She started to walk towards him and it took all of his willpower not to run scampering in the opposite direction.
"Cyborg said you came to my room earlier." She was looking up at him with a neutral expression, her countenance no different than usual. Beast Boy tried his best to mimic her normality but he found himself becoming painfully distracted by irrelevant things such as her hair, her mouth, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
"No I-," he stammered. "I mean, yeah, I did. I knocked but you didn't answer so I—I just left and…yeah, I left."
"You didn't come into my room-?"
"No!" He heard himself practically scream his interruption, causing Raven to raise an eyebrow at his outburst. "Sorry, I just meant no, I didn't go into your room."
"Hm. All right." She looked away thoughtfully. Beast Boy's heart was pounding so loudly in his chest that he could swear she heard every thump, and his face felt hot and flushed. Her eyes flicked back up to him and she frowned profusely. "You look terrible," she said bluntly. She raised her chin and, to Beast Boy's horror, reached up a hand and touched her fingertips to the scar on his temple. The chaste contact of her skin with his almost sent him reeling. "Is your wound okay? Is it bothering you?"
"No," he said again, jerking his head from her touch. She looked a bit shocked at his sudden retreat. Well, as shocked as Raven ever looked about anything. "It's fine. I just need to lie down."
"Hm." Her expression relaxed and she offered him a soft smile…a smile that curved her lips in such an unknowingly seductive fashion; the same way the other Raven had smiled at him. It filled his head with unceremonious thoughts and unwarranted memories, and he groaned audibly, wobbling on his feet. "Maybe you do need some rest," she suggested, her smile lingering for only a second longer before it disappeared. "Do you need help to your room?"
Raven in his room? Beast Boy thought he would pass out.
"Uh, no way," he said, and realized it sounded a lot meaner out loud than in his head. Raven took his comment gracefully though, nodding solemnly at him and already walking away, heading for the main room.
"I hope you feel better," she called over her shoulder. Beast Boy didn't say anything in reply; he didn't really trust himself. Against his will he watched her lithe form turn the corner before he went sprinting for his room, horrified and embarrassed.
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That night Raven had an uneasy sleep. She dreamt of terribly erotic things, the feelings that accompanied them so profound that she was caught between knowing she was dreaming and being fooled into thinking it was a reality. And what was worse was that she was dreaming of her teammates. First it was Robin, then Cyborg and even Starfire. But most of the time it was Beast Boy, his face too blurred for her to see but the green of his skin undeniable.
Her dreams went on and on and on, changing and morphing in and out of each other. But the ones of Beast Boy were the sharpest and most prominent…the most realistic…the most tangible…
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Beast Boy didn't sleep. When the Tower had shut down for the night and the rest of his team had gone to rest in their rooms, Beast Boy was wide awake in his, trying to distract himself but finding his mind was roaming.
He didn't know what it was about nightfall, but with the sun gone and the Tower sleeping Beast Boy felt more inclined and less guilty about revisiting what had happened between him and Raven. He tried playing video games but his mind shamelessly recalled the heat from Raven's body, the feel of it pressed against his own and, beneath the horror of the situation, the exhilaration of it all. It was true that Raven had been seeping her own inclinations into him through her power, but there was no denying that it was only dumping fuel on an already blazing fire.
The less than reputable thoughts coursing through Beast Boy's head made him give up on his video games, forced him off the computer and resulted in him pacing his room unknowingly. He had too much pent up energy from sleeping all day and he was making himself restless. So he kept pacing, kept pacing, kept pacing, kept pacing…until he was brought out of his stupor and realized that he had stopped pacing at one point and had left his room to walk the quiet halls of the Tower.
And he had ended up outside of Raven's room.
Before he had the decency to be embarrassed, Beast Boy fleetingly wondered if Raven was meditating again…
And then he quickly turned on his heel and ran back down the hall to hole up in his room until morning.
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Raven did not like the way her day was going. When she had woken in the morning she had been sweating and panting, her body tingling and her sheets askew on her bed. She felt horrible about the dreams she had had, and it took nearly an hour for her to convince herself to get up and start her day. She took an unusually long shower, using the time to settle her mind. She had lived and existed along a philosophy that centered around the conscious and unconscious mind, but now that philosophy was working against her in the most unsettling of ways. By the time she was dressed and ready the morning was already giving way to noon.
As she stepped out of her room she jumped when she heard someone call out her name. She turned to her right to see Robin striding down the hall towards her. Memories of what she had dreamt about Robin pummeled her, but she schooled her features and forced herself to remain unfazed.
"Hey," she said stoicly. They started walking down the hall together, heading for the main room.
"Hey yourself," he said. "You're up late. I don't think I've ever seen that happen." She just shrugged.
"I had a rough night."
"Bad dreams?"
She sighed. "You could say."
His masked gaze glanced sidelong at her questioningly. "Nothing supernaturally dangerous I hope?"
Her mood darkened even more. "I understand that everyone here is just looking out for my best interest, but I will say that the assumption that I'm constantly plagued by my demon side is getting a little redundant. And old." She shot her leader a look. "If it was dangerous I'd say so."
Robin had the humility to look apologetic at that. "Sorry, Raven. Sometimes I can't turn it off."
"Yeah," she sighed, knowing full well that Robin only knew how to be Robin first and a friend second. "I know." She rubbed at the place between her eyes, trying to relieve the tension she was feeling. He noticed.
"Do you need to talk about it?" he offered, although he sounded unsure of himself as he said it.
"No," she said automatically. "I'm fine." She knew he wasn't convinced. If he wanted to, he could be very persistent when it came to the well-being of his teammates, so it was a blessing for her when red lights started flashing throughout the Tower and on their clothes, and the alarms started blaring through the speakers. Robin whipped out his communicator and called Cyborg.
"Where?" was all he asked. Cyborg's image appeared on the tiny screen, his expression grave.
"Industrial park near the piers," he said. There was a pause, the sound of typing, and then he sighed. "It's Cinderblock and Plasmus. I am not looking forward to this fight."
"Do any of us?" Robin replied, and Cyborg just shrugged before signing off. Robin pocketed his communicator and turned to Raven. "Could I get a lift?" he asked. Without a word she threw up her cloak, engulfing them in darkness and carrying them to the rest of the team.
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They were back in the city and Plasmus and Cinderblock were wreaking havoc through the factories. That meant that Cyborg, Starfire and Robin would be the aggressors with their blasts, starbolts and explosives while Beast Boy and Raven acted out as the assists and the defense.
At one crucial point Robin had embedded seven different discs into Plasmus' back just as Cyborg shot a blast with his cannon at Plasmus' front. The creature had splattered everywhere, each disgusting glob of himself carrying one of Robin's explosives with him. Raven saw the unintended mistake and went to fix it, hoping to contain all seven blasts before they fractured the group and allowed the villains to get away. But before she had even raised her arms or spoken her mantra, someone had yelled out her name and then a green leopard went flying through the air and collided with her chest, knocking her backward and out of the way as Starfire shot a barrage of attacks at Cinderblock who had been attempting to sneak up on the distracted girl.
Raven groaned as she lay on the hard cement, her back stinging from landing on a pipe. It had made a loud and resonating thump, the sound vastly more bone-chilling than the actual injury. On top of her Beast Boy transformed back into himself and reached for her head, panicking.
"Oh man, are you okay?" he cried, cradling for her head, terrified.
She opened her eyes and looked up into his worried face. He was hovering over her, trying not to crush her with his weight, and his hands around her head and her waist seemed strikingly familiar. She was hit with a startling and vivid sense of déjà vu then, jarring her as it carried the same thoughts and feelings that she had experienced so clearly in her dreams. A crate nearby violently exploded and the two flinched. Raven felt embarrassment at the momentary lapse in her powers, and she sat up abruptly and shoved Beast Boy away.
"Get off," she demanded. He sprang back, kneeling away from her in surprise. The look he wore on his face stung her with guilt; he looked horrified and positively reproachful.
"Sorry," he murmured, his face reddening. They stared at each other for a moment, a clear sense of misunderstood tension between them. Another crate exploded and a crane near Cyborg cracked and started to crumble in on itself. Their teammate cried out as rubble rained down on him, distracting him from fending off Plasmus.
Raven was breathing rapidly, trying to get herself under control, but she succeeded only in bring down the crane altogether. Thankfully Robin had swooped in to clear Cyborg from the avalanche.
"Raven," Beast Boy said, anxiety raising his voice. She was having a panic attack from trying to control herself, but the failing attempts were only making the attack worse. If she didn't get a hold of herself soon then her team would have three adversaries to fight.
Robin's voice cut through her thoughts as he called out their names and both Raven and Beast Boy looked up quickly in response. Cinderblock was barreling towards them, roaring a hideous battle cry. Beast Boy easily transformed into a falcon and took off as Raven melted into the cement, the Titans clearing the way for Starfire to come swooping in again, eyes ablaze with green light.
But Raven didn't return to the fight right away. Something had happened when she had looked at Beast Boy and it was threatening her part in the battle. Her mind was becoming unfocused, and if she didn't do something right away then she would be an emotional and useless mess.
She reemerged on a rooftop nearby, close enough so that the sounds of her teammates fighting were clear and audible. Cyborg called for Beast Boy and the deafening roar of dinosaur shook the glass in the windows of the buildings. Raven tried to tune out the sounds as she took a deep breath, sat on the ground, and closed her eyes, willing her mind to empty into the peaceful void of her meditative state. Usually what she was about to do was easier with her mirror, but she had no other choice at the moment.
..Raven retreated into her mind, sifting through the layers of her conscious and into the place where it had severed itself into pieces. She sought out Bravery, Courage and Willpower with the intention of letting that side take complete control of her body. With Bravery at the helm her soul intent would be in defeating Plasmus and Cinderblock, and Raven could retreat into herself and gather her bearings knowing that her friends were protected.
It was a risk, a gamble. An uncertainty, and she had never liked uncertainties…
..but what good would she be if she continued to blow things up?
She reached into her soul self and sought out the manifestation. She felt herself grasp onto the emotion, felt the surge of power and perseverance that came with it and pulled it forward to take control of her consciousness. There was, however, a fleeting moment of something different…something added to the emotion that Raven never remembered being there before—it had the taste of a bitter fruit and the taint of something long forgotten—but before she could decipher what it was the emotion took hold of Raven's active body and washed over her, confining her to a place of darkness and peace while it assumed complete control…
"Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt…Novo."
Raven's eyes opened and she inhaled, flexing her fingers before she rose to her feet. She stared out into the night, towards the sounds of fighting. There was a moment's pause, one where Raven offered herself a small, knowing smirk, before she wrapped herself in darkness once more and went to join the other Titans.
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References:
*Teen Titans Animated Series-"Fear Itself"