Raven walked the lonely streets of Jump City, calling out Beast Boy's name very few minutes. The streets were mostly silent, save for a few shouts and bottles breaking against the brick wall every couple of minutes.
Beast Boy was probably long gone, but that didn't stop Raven from looking for him. She felt as if this was her fault, she was the one who drove him away. The others would get mad at her if she said this. She knew that they felt like it was their fault, too. Just nobody wanted to say anything.
A flouting figure came towards Raven. At first, she though it was Beast Boy, but after the shape got closer, Ravem realized it was just Starfire.
"You find anything?" Raven asked, pulling down the hood of her cloak to she Starfire better.
"No, I did not. Do not lose hope, there's always Cyborg," she said, reaching over and laying her hand on Raven's arm. Raven pulled away, not willing to be touched by her. Starfire pretended not to be hurt.
"Yeah, Cyborg," she said, weakly.
"Raven, are you alright?" Starfire asked. Raven shot her a look that was murderess enough to kill puppies. Starfire shrake back.
"I'm fine, just in case you were wondering," Raven said. She put her hood of her cloak back up and stalked off, before Starfire could say anything.
Raven knew that searching for Beast Boy was hopeless. He may not be the smartest, but he knew to get away from them while he still could. He worked with the team long enough to know what they did to their enemies. Beast Boy would never surive prison, especially since he put most the people in there.
"Hey, what did you do to Starfire," Raven heard a voice call out from behind her. She turned around and saw Cyborg. Of course, who else would say that.
"I don't know what you mean?" she replied, shrugging.
"Look Raven, I know sometimes you can be bitter, just..."
"Just, what? Just don't be upset. How can I not be? He was my friend too!" she shout.
"We know, you just don't need to take your anger out on us. Its not going to help to find him," Cyborg said. Raven's shoulders slumped. She knew that what he said was right, she just didn't want to listen.
"We won't find him in the City," she said. "Looking for him here is piontless. If you really want to find him, you should look outside the city." Cyborg looked after her for a few seconds, then nodded.
"Why didn't you bring this up when we were back at the towar?" Cyborg asked. Raven shugged.
"I'm bringing it up now, doesn't that count for anything?" she snapped.
"Sometimes I dont get you," Cyborg said, shaking his head.
"What's there to get?" Raven replied.
Cyborg and Raven turned their head as the heard the pitter-patter of feet against the pavement. Both Titans prepared themselves for a fight, but it turned out to just be Starfire. Once again, Raven was disapointed. It would be nice to have something to punch.
"Star, did you find anything?" Cyborg asked, walking over to were she was.
She panted, trying to regain some air. Raven walked over, asking,."What did you see?"
She looked at them both and replied, with the largest smile Raven ever seen, "The most amazing thing."
Over the entire trip across the city, Beast Boy had gain infinate respect for the past villians that he chased. After all, it wasn't easy being on the wanted list for one of the worlds most powerful super hero groups.
He figured that he move out of the city, maybe into the wilderness. All he knew was that he was going solo, he didn't want to join another group, especially after he was left behind by two groups already.
Beast Boy found an old abounded apartment, near callaspe. He figured this could be a good place to stay the night, or the week, or the month. He had no idea how long he was going to be gone. Maybe when he came back, things will have settled done and the team would be ready to forget whatever it was that he did.
Maybe just maybe, he would be ready to tell Raven how he really felt about her. No, he couldn't think of her, he couldn't think of her, Cyborg, Starfire, or Robin. Especially not Robin. He was the only reason why Beast Boy was in this old buildjng rather than in his nice, warm room.
He was the traitor, not Beast Boy. Though nobody on the team seemed to think that.
Beast Boy held his breath as he pushed open the buildings door, flinching at the loud squeak the door's hinges as he pushed it open. A few mice ran out as soon as the door was wide enough for Beast Boy to slip inside.
Inside smelled of mildew, mold, and a number of other less than plesant smells. Beast Boy reached up and plugged his nose to avoid smelling it in such large protions. He looked up and saw a staircase that must lead upwards, tl the apartment's room. Maybe he would be luck and find a room with a bed.
As he stepped on the first stair, Beast Boy pressed his weight on it, worried it might break. It creaked and bent a little, but nothing happened. Beast Boy signed and place his other foot on the next stair, testing it the same way.
It must have took him at least five minutes to walk up that set of stairs, after he caused three to break and getting his foot stuck twice. But it was worth it, for there was two different apartments on either side of the wall.
He turned the door knob on the first one, but it was locked. Beast Boy backed up and kicked the door a few times, causing the lock to break. He walked in softly, as if he was trying to not wake someone.
"Hello, is anyone there?" he called out into the darkness. His only reply was the squeaking of mice around the room. Beast Boy flicked the switch next to the door, hoping that maybe the lights would go on. No such luck.
Beast Boy looked around the empty room, seeing outlines of different shapes that could most likly be furniture. He went over to what looked like a window and pulled open the blinds, cough and covering his mouth as a cloud of dust flew up into the air, stinging his eyes.
The light from the city and the street lamp below flooded into the space of the room. Beast Boy took this as his chsnce to have one good look around. There was what looked like a couch, a table with chairs, and a stove. Nothing fancy but it would do.
There was probably more to the apartment that Beast Boy could check out tomorrow, but for now, he was dead beat tired. He fell onto the couch putting an arm over his eyes, trying to not think of what was on this couch before amd fell asleep.
This apartment became his home for the next four months.