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After Raven had pulled Cyborg back from the past, something had been eating at her. It took a little searching before the book she was looking for caught her eye. Flipping through the pages and yes, she had remembered right.
Instantly she found herself outside Cyborg’s room, entering silently (aside from the mechanical sound of the door) to find him putting away the armor and sword he had been wearing when she pulled him back.
“I have something to show you” Raven puts down the book & flips to the page she had found only a minute ago.
Cyborg leans over her, suddenly transfixed on the image on the page, “Sarasim. She did it. They won.”
“Apparently they had help.” Raven states, flipping to the next page, “That’s you, isn’t it?”
Cyborg nods, eyes transfixed on the book.
“Interesting. You’re the only one without armor.”
“Yeah.” He smiles, “Didn’t need it.”
Raven leaves without the book. After seeing his smile, she couldn’t bear to take it away from him.
Maybe if she found another copy, then she could ask him to sign the book. It would go for a ton on Evil eBay.
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@actual_satans_daughter is your run of the mill Evil eBay account. She’s sold her fair share of antiquities and artifacts. Nothing dangerous, of course. Nothing that Robin would yell at her for.
Her main trade was in books. The ones she’s already read and doesn’t need anymore. Every once and a while she would sell small, non-lethal artifacts. All of this was just for the sake of enough pocket change to buy herself books from the same source. Evil eBay has the best selection.
Besides— despite the name (which in itself was barely threatening) Evil eBay was just the tip of the dark web iceberg, no harm was going to come from this account, she was sure of it.
No one suspected that she was actually Satan's daughter despite her username. Her profile picture has been the same for the account’s entire life, it was simply a front-on shot of her deadpan face against a white background (not unlike a mugshot) except she was wearing what might be described as a “safari” or “dad hat” with its wide brim and flaps down the side that tied off at the bottom.
When she did have to meet up with buyers, no one suspected that the emo girl who kinda looks like Raven from the Teen Titans wearing a bright red Hawaiian shirt and ill-fitting cargo shorts was actually Raven from the Teen Titans. Every time anyone even suggested that she “looks like Raven” she would brush it off saying “I’ve never heard that before” and leaving. Evil eBay was easy to keep a secret identity on.
That is, until one night.
The time was 2:00 AM. Despite herself, Raven was still not asleep. Finally, when her eyes start to feel heavy and unconsciousness threatens to take over, she is instead awoken by the sound of her door opening and Beast Boy frantically running into the center of the room.
They stare at each other for what might've been a few seconds or a few minutes.
“What.” She finally musters from her sleepy state.
Silently, he pads over to her bed and shows her his phone which is open to her profile page on Evil eBay.
She says nothing. Neither does he. Beast Boy leaves the room without another word. It was all the confirmation he needed.
They don’t talk about it in the morning, or anytime after that. Raven assumes that it was a one-time thing. Or that he had forgotten by morning.
–
The time was 5:12 PM.
Beast Boy bursts into her room once again without knocking. This time, as she is more awake, she gives him an annoyed look and an angrier, “What.”
“Heyyyyyy,” he starts, a sheepish grin already plastered on his face, she doesn’t dignify him with a response so he continues, “So there’s this mod for Mega Monkeys 4 that lets you be a green monkey like me! But also it has like a bunch of other stuff like they added new levels it’s kinda like Mario kaizo— do you know what that is? Have I shown you that before? If I haven’t then I know what we have to do I mean—” Raven cuts him off with a wave of her hand.
“What.” She repeats, “Do you want.”
“The only copy of the mod that’s left is on Evil eBay and my account won’t get verified until Thursday but bidding ends in 18 hours!” he says. She gives him an unimpressed look but he continues regardless, “Pleaseee could you place a bid for me? I won’t ask for anything like this again but I could be a green monkey, Rae!”
“You could be a green monkey right now if you wanted to be.”
“Yeah but this would be like— all digital and stuff”
She sighed, she was going to give in, wasn’t she?
Beast Boy turns into the tiniest cat she’d ever seen in her life.
Yes, yes she was.
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True to his word, he never did ask her to buy anything else on Evil eBay for him and once again she found herself thinking maybe it wouldn’t come up again.
Again she found herself to be wrong as she stared at the notification on her screen. @greenbean.evil had just placed a bid on a goblet she was selling.
But she wasn’t going to assume anything. Yes, Beast Boy’s username on his other social media was @greenbean. The profile pic wasn’t anything unusual, just a picture of a green bean and while that stayed consistent with his other profiles it wasn’t concrete evidence that it was him. Plus, why would Beast Boy want a goblet? They had plenty of cups, sure the goblet probably fit into his definition of “cool” but that wasn’t definitive either.
She had to double-check.
She opened the door to Beast Boy's room and stood in the doorway.
Sitting on a pile of she didn’t even want to know what, Beast Boy looks up from playing on some sort of handheld console. He cocks his head to the side. She backs out of the room without a word, that was all the confirmation she needed.
@greenbean.evil ends up placing the winning bid on the goblet.
The time is 11:02 PM. She once again appears outside the shapeshifter’s room and enters silently. This time, he peers at her form on top of his bed, cocking his head again.
She holds out the goblet in one hand, then drops it onto the floor with a clang, knowing it wouldn’t break (she wants to keep her store reviews up, after all).
She backs out of the room again, the door closing behind her but not leaving yet. She hears Beast Boy fall down from the top bunk and scramble across the room, yelling a slightly strangled, “thank you!”
If she smiles as she walks down the hall back to her room, no one would know.