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Raven stared blankly at her reflection. Though she had immediately teleported to her room to change once the team got back to the tower, she found herself still in Beast Boy's shirt.

It was soft. And warm. And smelled like him.

Which, surprisingly, didn't smell bad.

Starfire had given her a peculiar look when her and Beast Boy had piled into the T-car, and Cyborg unsuccessfully tried to stifle a snort of amusement when everybody clambered into the garage. The only person who didn't have an outward reaction was Robin, though Raven knew the boy wonder most likely filed it away for future pondering.

Was wearing Beast Boy's shirt really that big of a deal?

Yes.

Raven rolled her eyes at that thought. It shouldn't have been a big deal, but for some strange reason, it was. And for an even stranger reason, Raven didn't want to change out of it.

But that meant she couldn't leave her room.

Sighing wistfully, she slowly turned from her mirror and sauntered over to her bed. Despite the time being early in the evening, she was incredibly exhausted.

Emotionally, for sure, she groaned internally, plopping onto her bed. She quickly shimmied out of her leggings and kicked them off of her feet, before pulling her covers over her and turning herself into a half-demon burrito. With a labored sigh, she gently drifted off to sleep.

Raven's dreams hardly ever made sense. They mainly consisted of blurry images and obscure visions, which never came to be. If she had to, she'd describe them as abstract, though nobody ever really asked. Except Beast Boy.

He seemed to always be the exception.

But back to the point; for some reason, this dream was different.

She was standing alone, on what appeared to be a floating rock - similar to those which resided in her mind. At first, she suspected she had entered a meditative state on accident, rather than falling asleep. But upon further inspection, she realized that the calm feeling her meditation produced was absent, and instead, she was feeling anxious.

Which was a sure-sign of a nightmare.

Groaning internally, she attempted to wake herself up - despite her uneventful dreams, her nightmares could get rather creative. She always knew that she wasn't really awake, but the fear would still swallow her whole, and she'd wake up in a panic - and most likely destroy something.

But for some strange reason, her usual tactic of jumping off of something wasn't working. In fact, she couldn't move at all.

Feeling a new wave of panic wash over her, Raven mentally counted down from ten - that'd usually fire up her brain enough to wake her. But once she reached one, she still found herself standing at the edge of the rock, unable to move.

She was stuck.

Taking a deep breath, Raven decided to distract herself - at least until she could wake up. Thinking logically, she tried to decipher what her dream meant.

She was stuck in her mind, all alone. Obviously her subconscious was trying to tell her something.

"Rae?"

She felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of her name. Only two people could get away with calling her that, and only one of them had the nerve to relentlessly abuse the privilege.

"Raeee?"

It was Beast Boy's voice she was hearing. She was dreaming about being stuck in her mind, all alone, while hearing Beast Boy.

Did this mean she was subconsciously unsatisfied with her approach towards Beast Boy? That her mind was drawing a blank on how to deal with it all, and that she was figuratively stuck on making a decision? Or was she reading too much into this, and it was nothing more than a dumb dream?

"Rae!"

Raven's eyes shot open as she sat up in her bed, staring at her door.

A loud, pounding sound came from the other side of it, and she realized that Beast Boy actually was calling her name.

She quietly pulled herself out of her bed and slowly made her way towards the door. Thankfully, her peripheral vision caught sight of her reflection, and she realized she was still in her green teammate's shirt, as well as pants-less.

She was about to change into something less embarrassing, but the knocking on her door got progressively louder, and a feeling of impatience wafted over her.

"Oh my god, Raven! I know you're in there!"

Furrowing her brows in slight irritation at the changeling's tone, Raven merely adjusted his shirt to cover her underwear, since it was plenty big on her anyways. Suppressing a smirk at how hilarious his reaction was bound to be, Raven walked to her door determinedly, before sliding it open.

"What the hell took you s - "

But Beast Boy was unable to finish his sentence as his jaw dropped in what Raven assumed to be shock.

"I was changing, but I presume that whatever it is you have to tell me is far more important," she deadpanned, mentally congratulating herself on her control.

She watched in amusement as Beast Boy's eyes darted around in confusion and his face flushed in embarrassment. Despite how hard he seemed to be trying to not flat-out gape at her, she found that his eyes continuously wandered towards her legs. Though for what reason, she wasn't sure. It wasn't as if he had never seen them before.

As his face blushed brighter, she hoped that hers wasn't doing the same. She could feel his mortification as if it were her own (though it very well could be - she was, after all, stepping out of her comfort zone to get a rise out of the green teen), but underneath the embarrassment was a hint of that unnameable emotion she had sensed from him days before.

It seemed as though shocking the boy into a state of flustered confusion was the only way she could get a good reading on him. Which meant she'd have to do stuff like this more often.

"D-dinner's ready," Beast Boy stammered, his stare now glued to the floor. "But, uh, you should probably put on s-some pants..."

Raven again had to suppress a smirk as she toyed with the hem of his flannel shirt. "Really?" she replied sarcastically.

She could almost see the internal debate he was having within himself, and the rush of his confusion and apprehension was making her feel dizzy - in a good way.

"Y-yeah," he choked out, his eyes quickly darting up to meet hers. "And uh, I'm gonna want my, uhm... my shirt back sometime," he continued with a small smile.

Raven knew that she was pushing it as it was, but the opportunity of seeing him flounder even more was too good to pass up.

"Of course," she replied stoically, before reaching for the top button. "Do you want it right now?"

As her fingers toyed with the button, the feeling of Beast Boy's emotions abruptly stopped while his eyes widened.

Damn it, she thought bitterly, though his facial reaction was still amusing.

"N-no!" he squeaked, taking a step away from her. His head whipped to the side as he looked down the hall longingly, before he continued. "Just, uh, give it back l-later. I'm gonna go."

With that, he promptly rushed towards the common room - the only indication of emotion being his clumsy sprint and cracking voice.

Raven let out a labored sigh as the newly replaced bulb in the hall shattered. She gave it a blank look, before retreating back into her room.

"Could have been worse," she mused to herself as a small smirk played on her lips. She knew it was nothing to be proud of, since what she did was kind of cruel, but the fact that she had stepped so far out of her comfort zone and only broke one light bulb was quite the accomplishment.

Plus, she now knew how to get some genuine emotion out of her green teammate.

As her smirk blossomed into a full-blown smile, she quickly changed into an outfit that was a little more "dinner appropriate".

Dinner was a tad more awkward than she had anticipated. The piercing gaze Starfire directed towards her was a sure indicator that the alien would be requesting a bout of girl-talk, while the devious smirk on the half-robot's lips let her know that he was up to no good. As usual, Robin's face remained passive, aside from the lingering looks he gave Starfire.

But Beast Boy - oh, he was acting far stranger than usual.

Raven's first clue was the fact that he had tried to switch seats with Cyborg, so that he wouldn't be sitting directly beside her. She wasn't necessarily offended by this, but the arch of Robin's brow made her a little uncomfortable. Either the boy wonder was putting the pieces together, or assuming that they were in another fight.

The second thing to clue Raven in on the changeling's behavioral shift was the way he purposefully kept to subjects that she had no interest in discussing. Video games, workout regimens, and alien cuisine were topics that Raven wasn't too knowledgeable in, nor very fond of, so she had kept her opinions to herself as the rest of her team conversed. She wasn't completely silent, and had offered a few hums of agreement here and there, but for the most part, she stayed quiet and observed the green teen.

Which led to the third clue; every time Raven so much as shifted in her seat, Beast Boy would flinch. If she'd reach for her cup, he would recoil from his own. If she turned towards him to talk to Cyborg at the head of the table, he'd shove something in his mouth and stare directly at his plate.

She felt an odd sense of joy from having such an effect on him, but her expression remained blank. If she showed any indication that she was actually enjoying his strange behavior, he'd most likely retaliate by being extra annoying - though she still probably wouldn't mind the attention. After all, she was kind of striving for it.

Raven waited until Beast Boy was distracted by something Cyborg said as she again reached for her cup. Their hands brushed ever so slightly, electing a very noticeable jump from the changeling as he flinched away from her.

The table went silent as everyone's eyes directed to their blushing teammate.

"I don't bite, Beast Boy," Raven deadpanned, before taking a sip of her drink and setting it back down.

The green teen merely shrugged sheepishly as an awkward laugh escaped his lips. "S-sorry - you just kinda... surprised me."

He had kept his eyes glued to his plate as he replied, which ticked Raven off a bit. The least he could do would be to look at her - he had been doing plenty of that earlier.

Though now she was wearing pants.

"Do I do that often?"

Beast Boy's head whipped towards her so fast, she was actually concerned that he had given himself whip-lash.

"Huh?!" he squeaked as his face burned even brighter.

Raven felt her own cheeks heat up in embarrassment as she realized that the rest of her team was still at the table. She slowly ate a bite of her pasta, before turning her attention back to the changeling.

"Surprise you," she answered simply.

Again, Beast Boy blushed so hard, he resembled a Christmas ornament. There wasn't a doubt in Raven's mind that he was picturing their earlier incident together. She only hoped the others would remain clueless, without assuming anything embarrassing.

Beast Boy made a strange croaking sound in reply, which earned a snort of amusement from Cyborg and fueled Starfire and Robin's curiosity as both their heads tilted to the side. Raven knew she was pushing it - especially with the whole team eyeing them suspiciously - but she was really hoping to embarrass some more emotions out of him.

But instead of answering her, Beast Boy abruptly stood from the table.

"I think I'm gonna hit the hay," he announced awkwardly as he backed away from the team.

Raven turned her head to watch him leave, letting her stare linger as the doors shut behind him.

"Damn, Rae! What the hell did you do to the poor guy?"

Raven tried to keep herself from blushing as she directed her sights to the robotic titan at the head of the table.

"What makes you think I did something?" she snapped, not at all in the mood for Cyborg's teasing; especially if it was in front of Starfire and Robin.

Cyborg's lips twitched slightly, and Raven had no doubt that he was suppressing a smirk.

"Well, you're the only person who can scare the living daylights outta the grass stain, so I just assumed..." he trailed of suggestively as he ate a large forkful of spaghetti.

Raven tried no to glare at him as Robin cleared his throat from the other end of the table.

"Uhm, not that it's any of my business, but Cy's right," he began as he straightened in his seat. "So, uh, what did you do?"

Raven's eyes darted from Robin's mask to Cyborg's gleeful stare, before settling on the understanding look Starfire was giving her from across the table.

"You know what, guys," she began slowly, trying to keep her irritation in check, "you're absolutely right."

Both the boys leaned in closer to her, eagerly awaiting her answer.

Raven merely took another sip of her water, before setting the cup down forcefully, and earning a jump of surprise from her table mates.

"It is none of your business," she seethed.

With that, she quickly stood from the table and made her way towards the exit. As the doors hissed open to allow her through, she looked over her shoulder one last time and quickly made eye contact with the alien.

"If you don't mind, Starfire, I'd... like to have a word with you when you're finished with your dinner."

Starfire nodded timidly, before the doors hissed shut.

Do any of you guys completely over-analyze your dreams? Like, I honestly over-analyze everything, but with my dreams I go waaaay overboard with trying to interpret them. And they're always so freaking weird! Like, I have so many dreams where I'm pregnant (scary!) or driving (which is terrifying, since I'm a horrible driver and don't even have my license yet) or being chased by dinosaurs (which is equally terrifying - maybe more so), and I'll go online and try to figure it out and it's like "Oh, you're afraid of change and are unhappy with your job" and I'm like ooooor I scared of getting eaten!

Anyways, so it looks like Rae-Rae's trying a new approach with BB, though she isn't getting the response she wants. Maybe a nice bout of girl-talk with Starfire will help her out? And poor BB - he's probably hopelessly confused!

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