I wasn't able to afford the rights to the Teen Titans.

Raven stared blankly at the book in front of her as she tried to discreetly lower the coffee table back onto the floor. She could hear Beast Boy rummaging around in the kitchen, laughing to himself as he made his breakfast. At noon.

She could also "hear" his confusion - obviously there was something on his mind that he was dwelling over. But Raven wouldn't ask.

She didn't want to distance herself from him, but at the moment her emotions were a little too touchy. Especially whenever he became a little too touchy. He had always been needlessly touching her, and at first it confused the hell out of her. Why was this green boy so adamant on invading her personal space? The monks of Azarath never touched her - her own mother never touched her. Yet this boy had acted like they were conjoined.

And she liked it.

Though not at first. No, when he first started slinging his arm over her shoulders or slipping it behind her back, she wanted to blast him into the bay. And often times she did. How else was he supposed to get the message to stop?

But soon after the Nevermore incident, she found herself anticipating his random physical gestures. And because she found herself liking them, his punishments became even more severe. She couldn't let him get the impression that she liked it.

She jumped ever so slightly when the boy occupying her thoughts plopped down beside her with a plate of tofu eggs. Robin hated it when anyone ate on the couch.

"Robin hates it when you eat on the couch."

She heard him let out a snort of amusement. "Rob's not here, and the only way he'd find out is if you rat me out."

His voice was sounding muffled, as if he had -

She glanced towards him, before cringing in disgust.

"Maybe I'll keep quiet if you refrain from talking with your mouth full," she deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes fondly before swallowing down his "food".

"You know you wouldn't tell, anyways," he teased, bumping her shoulder with his.

She felt those stupid butterflies again, and prayed that she wouldn't blush. Or blow something up.

"What will you do to keep me quiet?" she bit back playfully as she directed her sights back to her book.

From the corner of her eye, she could see him rub his chin thoughtfully. He was always being cute like that.

She hated cute.

"Uhm," he started lazily as he swung his legs onto the coffee table, causing his lap to shift and a bit of his eggs to fall onto the couch, "I guess I'll think of something. Do I have a time-limit?"

Raven rolled her eyes as she noticed the eggs. "It honestly doesn't matter if I tell him or not - you just gave him plenty of physical evidence."

She watched as he followed her gaze, before groaning in frustration. "Damn it! Why does this always happen?"

"Because the couch isn't meant to be a table."

He shot her a half-hearted glare before standing up and heading towards the dining table. She watched him go from the corner of her eye, smiling slightly to herself.

She had no idea what she saw in the idiot.

Why the boy wonder loved training so much, she'd never know.

Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline, or the thrill of anticipating a fight. Or maybe it just boiled down to him being a healthy, nineteen year old boy who liked to see his alien girlfriend in a sports bra. Whatever it was, he loved training.

Raven, on the other hand, despised it. Out of all of them, she relied on physical altercations the least. Sure, she knew how to throw a punch or a roundhouse kick, but pinning someone down with dark energy took a lot less effort.

She especially hated combat training, where Robin would force her to wear her uniform and cloak and fight with a teammate. It could get pretty warm under all that fabric.

Luckily, he only scheduled a mild training session today, meaning she could wear something a little cooler. She wasn't nearly as confident as Starfire, who wore a tight, hot-pink sports bra and short-shorts, but she wasn't a total prude.

Especially when she knew a certain teammate of hers had a wandering eye that often wandered towards her.

She felt pretty confident in her own outfit, which consisted of a light purple, tight-fitting tank top and a pair of black cropped leggings. She had a weird rule about showing too much skin at once.

A rule Beast Boy would most likely object to.

She was pretty sure he had no idea that she knew about his shameless staring. She made a point of ignoring him during training so that he could watch her without reservations.

It was kind of sick and twisted, and she knew in the end she would only be hurting herself by feeling that forbidden spark of hope, but she allowed it. Besides, she had to focus on her training. And not on her earlier conversation with him.

But why did he ask her if she had a type? Sure, it was a simple question that friends were bound to ask each other, but it was still unexpected. Why would he care?

She had detected quite a bit of embarrassment from him, but under it was the same, strong feeling of friendship. He obviously wasn't asking her for his own personal gain. But what did that mean?

And what would she have said?

"I like sweet, caring, protective, green shape-shifters who I admit are hilarious?" Yeah, that wasn't obvious at all.

Thankfully he had dropped it before anything imploded, but that was weird on its own. Beast Boy never dropped anything. He was like a dog with a bone, and once he smelt potential blackmail material, he'd be relentless. But he seemed just as unwilling to talk about it as her. So why did he even ask?

She spared a quick glance to him from across the room. Bad idea.

His eyes had been glued to her as she had been doing her pre-run stretches, and she had just caught him red-handed.

Actually, he was more red-faced.

The brief exchange of eye contact had reduced him to a human-shaped Christmas ornament as he ripped his gaze from her faster than what seemed humanly possible.

Then again, only one person in that room was fully human, and it wasn't either of them.

But still, he had turned around so fast, she wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash. She actually felt kind of bad, which she knew was totally irrational - she should have been livid that he had been checking her out like that. She should have let rage take over and rip him limb from limb for even entertaining the thought of checking her out.

But weirdly enough, her rage seemed flattered by his attention as well.

She knew if she didn't do anything, Beast Boy would become suspicious. He had to be punished, but she didn't have to let him know she knew he was checking her out. She could pretend that she had thought he was making fun of her mundane routine of limbering up - that she was such a loser who had to "stretch" before working out. He had teased Robin about that after catching the boy wonder doing yoga.

Yeah, she could pretend she hadn't noticed him ogling her - he was just being his own, immature self.

Making up her mind, she straightened her posture and strode towards him, practicing her annoyance internally. She was an expert at being irritated.

He glanced at her again, and she could feel the fear and embarrassment pouring off of him. Poor boy.

She crossed her arms as she neared him, opening her mouth in preparation of giving him a good verbal-lashing, when all of a sudden she felt a searing pain on the back of her head, and then the familiar feeling of lightheaded-ness. She realized subconsciously that she was passing out, and the last thing she saw was the horrified expression of her green teammate, and she felt the overwhelming feeling of raw, passionate rage.

Then everything went black.

I think it's common knowledge not to blindly walk across a training room filled with superheroes training, but obviously Rae-Rae was a little distracted, and could you blame her? She just caught her secret crush shamelessly checking her out!

Sure, maybe she wasn't going to confess her mutual attraction and kiss him passionately, but he was going to get a nice little lecture!

So this was obviously in her view again, and I'm probably going to switch back and forth randomly. But which view-point do you guys prefer? It won't really affect my story - I'm just curious lol

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