A/N:

Beast Boy = Beastie

Robin = Robyn

Raven = Crow

Starfire = Starbolt.

Cyborg, Kid Flash, Bumblebee, and Terra are all normal.

I own nothing...but the plot.

Chapter 10

She followed him. Into his room. Did she have no survival instincts at all? He was already pissed that she'd taken liberties with his person. And in front of the others, too. She was tearing down his boundaries, one by one, that were perfectly in place for a damn reason and she acted like they did not even exist. Once upon a time, she was scared of him. Sometimes he found himself missing those days, longing for the times when they left him alone because they were unsure of him. Certainly, he thought that is what they would be back to after the incident. Apparently... none were swayed one way or the other. That is except for the imp on his heels.

"I thought you might like it," she tried to explain herself, "All you ever do is drink that plain tea. I mean, you've got to get tired of it."

"Ever conceived the idea that perhaps it serves a purpose in being bland?" His eyes flashed red as he rounded on her.

"What purpose could it possibly have!?" She was doing that kind of cute thing again where she scrunched up her nose and slightly tilted her head to the left. It was something she did when she couldn't find a clue.

"Every single external stimulus invokes some kind of feeling internally." He spoke calmly. Or at least as calmly as he could. That damn sugar was giving his head a slight rush.

Emerald eyes stared back at him confused.

"I can't feel, Beastie! It is imperative that I don't." The man finally droned back with a slight grow in his throat.

"Well, that's stupid," she crossed her arms and sat in his bed looking away from him as if she had every right to stay in his sanctuary. "I mean, you're still half-human. Humans feel."

"You're entitled to your own opinion." Crow shook his head, rolling his eyes. How could she not see his reasoning?

"Is it really so bad to make you want to feel?" She peaked up through her eyelashes at him. For someone on a team of crime fighters, she sure was ignorant of the possible danger he imposed.

"Do you value your life?" He countered with an eyebrow raised.

"I just want you to feel good... You deserve to feel good."

"I'm fine, Beastie. I'm fine alone, in my bubble with no tasty pancakes. The last thing I need is your interference."

She stood abruptly, shaking her head as she went to the exit. "Well, I'm not good with that. I'll never be good with just leaving you alone."

"I don't need reparations for what I did. And I would do it again in a heartbeat... no payback needed." Emerald stared at Amethyst and had she not blushed, he might have thought that she did not hear him.

"I'm not trying to pay you back, I'm just..." she trailed off as he stepped to her, pale fingers trailing by her cheek grabbing a wild piece of hair and tucking behind her pointed ear.

"Stop," He said softly. And in that moment Beastie knew he was wrong. So very wrong. Crow did feel, whether he knew it or not. She was certain. It was his eyes that kissed her features, taking her in. It was as if they were embracing tightly even though they were barely touching. Emotion. He fed off it. She didn't know how he did. It was simply as if realizing who was the predator and who was the prey in a situation. He was a predator whether he liked it or not. And predators fed, it was nature. What they did. He suppressed himself... for them.

And as if she had an epiphany, she decided, "No," he could feed off her if need be. She would bear it, unlike with Adonis, this was her decision. And she would follow wherever that would lead them. Then, as he'd been begging her, she left him. He could interpret that single syllable in whatever manner he deemed worthy.

Outside his door, walking down the hallway, her eyes widened as she heard his voice...in her head as if he was a part of her thoughts: 'You're going to regret that.'

She knew just how comical she looked as she stopped abruptly and turned back to his closed gray door, a freaked-out look on her face. blinking a few times, she continued on her way. Did he really think he could scare her off?!

A/N:

This was kind of where an innovative idea merged with the main story. Shout out to Golem XIV's Demons Like it Hot because that's where this idea was concieved.

Hope you enjoyed!