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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.

—

@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. 

–

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.

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The Teen Titans are a superhero group many have heard of, and many have met. They all came from wildly different backgrounds, but two of them seemed to know the same person, and that revelation may have come at a Christmas party.

Bruce Wayne knows a lot of people, being a suave billionaire with a talent for making friends was what he was known for. But unfortunately, he is also really good at finding wayward children and getting attached to them.

Batman had a mixture of pride and nerves when his first Robin left him. He claimed that he “needed space” and had to “prove himself a man.” Batman scoffed at that, he had told Robin countless times that he didn’t need to prove anything, that he was a good fighter and that he would get better with age. But Bruce, in truth, was riddled with anxiety. Dick was only fifteen when he decided he wanted to leave, and as much as Bruce wanted to lock him away to keep him safe from the horrors of Gotham, he let Dick go.

It was a simple goodbye, and Dick assured Bruce that he wouldn’t stick around Gotham, that he wanted to find somewhere new. A new city and people to protect. That eased Bruce’s mind a bit, but he was still worried. He fought to keep from cringing at his own words when he told Dick to be safe, and to call occasionally. Dick kept nodding over and over until Bruce couldn’t come up with any more warnings.

He sighed and his shoulders slumped a bit. He laid a hand on Dick’s shoulder and looked at his son. A gangly, five-foot-nothing kid, still growing into his body, but already having a good handle on teenage angst.

Bruce wanted to cry. Dick was too young for this, and part of Bruce thinks that Dick knows it too, but Bruce also knows that if he tries to get Dick to stay, he’ll leave in the middle of the night without a goodbye. He gave Dick as much cash as he would take, and the phone number for every person he trusted. It was all he had to offer Dick, and he hated it.

Throughout his fatherly lecture to Dick, the kid had kept his eyes on the ground, only nodding occasionally. Bruce knew he was hurting Dick by spilling his guts about how much he cared, but he had to. Bruce had his hand on Dick’s shoulder, and as he went to pull away, Dick darted forward and wrapped his arms around Bruce, in a lung-crushing hug. Bruce reciprocated immediately, putting a hand in Dick’s hair and holding him close to his chest. He understood that Dick couldn’t say goodbye, but he could offer Bruce this.

After a while, (which could have been seconds or hours) Dick pulled away, and looked up at Bruce. Bruce noted the unshed tears but didn’t comment. Dick simply nodded once and turned away. With him, he took Bruce’s heart, and as Dick made his way down the subway stairs, the hole in Bruce’s heart hurt more and more.

But Bruce collected himself, and walked away. And that was maybe the most painful moment of his life.

Bruce wanted to lock himself in his room and grieve, but Gotham still proved to need Batman. And so out he went. And maybe Batman was a little rougher with his villains, a little more curt with his fellow heroes, but they all chalked it up to Batman being Batman. The only person who really cared that something was off was Wonder Woman, and after Batman snapped at her at a casual League meeting, Diana invited Bruce to brunch bi-weekly. And maybe it helped a little to keep his mind off of things, but Diana knew that she could only do so much.

In the weeks that followed Dick’s departure, Bruce grew closed off. He spent more time as Batman than Bruce Wayne, and it was starting to take its toll. Tonight, Batman was perched on the corner of a building in the outskirts of Gotham. It was windy, and trash blew down the alleyways. A bang near a dumpster caught his attention, and without another thought, Batman jumped down into the alley.

He expected many things. Some drunkard, a dog that had knocked something over, maybe he even hoped for a petty criminal that had just ran out of luck.

What Batman wasn’t expecting, however, was someone dressed up in a blue cape and almost as pale as the Joker. The figure turned towards Batman when he landed in the alley, and the streetlight behind him lit up the person. Batman’s features softened when he got a good look. This was a kid, a young girl, probably not much younger than Dick. She was in a black leotard, and her cape billowed in the wind along with Batman’s.

She didn’t move, but her face showed no fear. Her arm was poised in front of her and she looked like she was daring Batman to take another step, though he didn’t know what this kid could do to him that any of his Rogues’ Gallery hadn’t before.

“Don’t come any closer,” her small voice rang out as it echoed on the brick. Batman lifted a placating hand towards her.

“I mean you no harm.” His voice was softer than it had been in weeks. “You look lost,” he said, though he knew it was bullshit.

“I’m not lost,” she said, her voice having an irritated tinge. “You can go back to perching on your rooftops, Batman. I don’t need any help finding my way home.”

Batman almost turned around and walked away at her words, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the way she addressed him, her offensive stance, or maybe, it was the way he saw so much of Dick in this alley kid he just met. Generally annoyed, but not afraid to put Batman in his place. He thought about Dick for a moment too long, and the next words out of his mouth were:

“Do you want to be a Robin?” 

The girl was so thrown off, she dropped her arm a bit, and confusion flooded across her face.

“I—” she started, then let her arm fall to her side. “I don’t know what that is. But no. Thank you.” She shuffled a bit awkwardly, and Batman was glad that she had declined, because he didn’t know if his heart could take it, and Bruce also didn’t want to face Alfred after dragging in a random kid from the street. Instead of voicing this, he chuckled.

“Can I buy you dinner, then?” He took a step towards her, and she tensed. He raised his hands in front of him, “I don’t know the last time you had a warm meal, and even if you’re not lost, you are alone.” The thought of being alone didn’t look like it bothered the girl, and she narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before relaxing.

“I could eat,” she shrugged. “But only if you’re buying,” she flounced past him, out of the alley, and Bruce smiled for the first time since he could remember.

The teenager at the counter of the pizza place would have one hell of a story to tell when Batman came in for carry-out. But Batman didn’t let that bother him as he and the kid he found sat on top of a building, munching on cheesy, gooey goodness.

The girl didn’t lower her hood when she ate, and she sat criss-crossed across from Batman. She didn’t talk much either, though that didn’t bother him. In fact, they talked so little, the weather wasn’t even a topic for conversation. When the girl had finished eating her pizza, she stood, as did Batman.

“I should get going,” she said evenly. “Thank you for dinner.” She turned to walk away, but Batman called after her.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” and she turned back towards him. “What’s your name?” What compelled her to tell the caped crusader, she didn’t know.

“Raven.” The word slipped out of her mouth almost without her meaning to, but she didn’t regret it. He smiled again, and handed her a folded piece of paper.

“Well, Raven,” he said, “if you ever need somewhere to go, you’re always welcome.” Batman nodded at her and before she could get a word out, he turned and jumped off the roof.

Raven was dumbstruck and held the paper in her hand for a moment before looking at it. She opened it up gingerly, and she could honestly say for the first time in her life, her eyes bugged out. On the paper, in neatly written script:

Wayne Manor

1007 Mountain Drive, Gotham

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The Christmas parties at Wayne Manor are a thing of legends. The invite is so exclusive that only the Wayne family (and whatever random children Bruce finds) are invited to attend. Jason Todd started broadcasting the parties on his Instagram Live when he was fifteen, and every year, people flood to the app to see what shenanigans go down in Wayne Manor on Christmas night. The first Wayne Christmas Party that Raven attended, she almost didn't go to. 

How Batman found Raven in order to give her an invite to his Christmas party, she didn’t even want to begin to think about. But, as she was walking back from the bookstore one cold night in late November, there he was. She hadn’t talked to him since they met, but that was only a few months ago. He didn’t even try to be subtle, he just stood in the middle of the sidewalk, not saying anything, before she eventually broke the silence.

“Yes?” she asked, partly irritated, partly intrigued. Batman reached for something at his utility belt, and though it was a little bit weird, Raven wasn’t worried.

“I wanted to give you this,” he said finally, holding out a white envelope with her name addressed on it. She took it, but narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She also decided that she would open this before he had a chance to run away, but it didn’t seem like Batman was in any rush.

She opened the envelope, taking care not to tear it, and pulled out a piece of cardstock. What was on that cardstock however, was another thing Raven had never expected in a million years. It was an invitation to Bruce Wayne’s Christmas party. Raven was impressed at the balls he had. Sure, the address he gave her was Wayne Manor, but Batman never said that was where he lived, only that it was somewhere she could go if she needed. But now, Batman literally just handed her his secret identity, and that was something that he protected more than any other hero she knew of. She couldn’t even focus on the fact that Batman was the world’s biggest himbo billionaire, she was so caught up with the fact that she was invited to his Christmas party.

“I—” she started, but really didn’t know what to say. “Thank you, Batman,” she avoided calling him Bruce even though it was right there on the card , “but, you don’t even know me.” She met his eyes, and she was confused.

He nodded before he spoke. “I know. You—” he sucked in a breath. “You remind me of my son. And I’d like you to come, if you want. We don’t really celebrate Christmas traditionally,” he started to ramble, and awkwardly put a hand on his neck. “It’s more of an excuse to have the family together, and I truthfully don’t even know if my son will come.” Raven blinked, she didn’t think that Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson had any problems between them, just that Grayson was staying out of the spotlight for a while.

Raven bit her lip, and tapped the card into her hand a couple of times. “I’ll think about it,” she said eventually, and Batman met her gaze once again. “I don’t really know what I’ll be doing that night, but—” she trailed off.

Batman nodded. “Of course, and please, I don’t want to twist your arm, only if you want to. It’ll just be a few family friends, nothing big.” Raven nodded at him, and he seemed satisfied. “Well then, Raven, have a good night,” he inclined his head before walking away.

Raven tucked the invitation back into the envelope and slipped it into the bag that carried her books, intent on forgetting about it, but it never really left her mind.

Christmas drew closer, and the Titans decided that they wanted to celebrate their first Christmas together as a team. Decorations were strung about the tower and the biggest tree Cyborg could find was nestled into the corner of the living room (more about that another time).

Raven was still debating on whether to take Batman, Bruce? , up on his offer. The invitation said the party started quite late Christmas night, so she could theoretically sneak away after the others had gone to bed. Raven still debated up until 5pm on Christmas day, but she decided that she would go. Beast Boy had gotten her a holiday sweater that thankfully wasn’t too tacky, along with a few other gifts, and though she pretended to be indifferent to it, she decided that she would wear it to Wayne Manor.

Raven slipped out of the tower through her window nearing 11pm, after everyone had bid goodnight and gone their separate ways. She didn’t feel like flying all the way to Gotham, so merely portaled to right outside Wayne Manor. She had seen pictures of it before, and sure, Titans Tower was really big, but this was a house and it was huge .

She cautiously raised the lion door knocker and banged it a few times. After a moment of fidgeting on the step, she lowered her hood, as she supposed that it was rude to keep it up. The door creaked open, and a kindly old man in a Christmas sweater, black slacks, and a Santa hat smiled at her.

“Ah,” he said. “You must be Miss Raven, Master Wayne has said much about you.” He opened the door for her to come in, and she ducked her head in thanks. She followed him through the house, towards the sound of laughter, and she tensed as they got closer. The man paused a few rooms away from the racket, and turned to address Raven.

“Master Bruce said you were quite quiet, but I must tell you, there is no reason for alarm. These parties are quite small, and no one expects you to converse all night. He will likely introduce you to everyone, but he told me to tell you not to worry.” He directed a warm smile at her, and she felt herself smile back. “As for introductions,” he continued, “you may as well start here.” He stuck a hand out to her, “Alfred Pennyworth, at your service, though you may call me Alfred.” She took his hand and shook it.

“Raven,” her voice cracked. “Nice to meet you,” and she smiled at him.

“If you ever need anything at all, feel free to come find me, even if you need an escape,” he winked at her, and then continued walking towards the party room. Raven felt her anxieties melt away, and walked into the room more confident than she felt in a while.

The room was much less crowded than she expected, with only Bruce, another older man, and two women. Bruce perked up from talking with the man when Alfred and Raven entered, and excused himself to talk to her.

“Hello Raven,” he greeted lightly, his voice much less gravelly  than when she had previously talked to Batman.

“Hi, uh, Bruce,” she cringed a little bit, addressing him as so, but if he noticed, he didn’t point it out. She looked at him, and though he was less festive than Alfred, he was still wearing a ridiculous Christmas sweater.

“I like your sweater,” he said gesturing. She looked down at herself, and hated that she didn’t hate the way the sweater looked on her.

“Thank you,” she blushed. “My friend got it for me.” Bruce nodded thoughtfully, pursing his lips.

“They have good taste,” he noted. Raven could barely restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Never in a million years would she admit to Beast Boy having good taste. “If you don’t mind,” Bruce started to ask, “I’d like to introduce you to my friends.” Raven nodded, and Bruce smiled. Bruce started by introducing the man behind him as a friend of his, the police commissioner of Gotham, Jim Gordon. After a light conversation about heroes (mostly centered around Batman (Raven could tell he was a fan)), Bruce steered Raven over to the two women talking.

He first introduced the taller one, with long dark hair, who was wearing a sweater a similar caliber to Bruce’s. She caught the woman’s name as Diana Prince, friend of Bruce’s, and the woman had a motherly warmness to her. The woman next to her was buzzing with excitement the whole time, and by the time Bruce addressed her, she nearly vibrated out of her skin.

“Hi! I’m Harley,” the woman burst out, but it seemed that she was keeping a shred of her excitement under tabs so as to not scare Raven. “It’s really nice to meet ya! I’ve heard all about you and the Teen Titans, and I think you are all adorable! Not in a childish way, I mean, I just think you’re all so cool and finally there are some people doin’ something about Jump City, y’know?” Raven nodded along to the woman, and couldn’t help to rake her eyes over her outfit. The sweater she was wearing put the Titans Christmas tree to shame. Tinsel, bells, and lights were decked out across her sweater, and though she wasn’t wearing a hat like Alfred, she definitely didn’t need it. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled up in pigtails and the ends were pink and blue. She was a spectacle to look at, and Raven was impressed. Harley had continued to talk throughout Raven taking her in, but paid no attention to it. “Anyway,” she started to finish up, “I don’t wanna keep ya, just wanted to say hi. And kid,” Harley put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her seriously, “Take all the food you can get, it’s free and you won’t regret it.” Bruce and Diana burst out laughing at that, and Diana started to steer Harley away so that Raven could have some space.

Raven looked at Bruce from the corner of her eye and saw him smile.

“I wish I could say that she was like that because she’s drunk, but frankly, she could outdrink Wonder Woman, and that’s just kind of how she is.” Raven nodded, but she liked the quirky woman. Bruce turned to her and put on an earnest tone. “Please, make yourself comfortable, help yourself to anything you can find, and don’t worry about talking with anyone, Harley is enough entertainment for everyone.” Raven nodded and smiled up at Bruce.

“Thank you,” she spoke softly. Bruce shook his head.

“Thank you ,” and he turned away, walking towards the commissioner once again. Raven scanned the room and her eyes eventually landed on the table with refreshments and made her way over. She picked up a cup full of punch, and retreated to the edge of the room where she could observe everyone.

And observe she did, for a while.

About fifteen minutes later, another guest showed up to the party, someone she was not expecting, though she probably should have. In walked the newest member of the party without being retrieved by Alfred, who was now in deep conversation with the police commissioner.

Begrudgingly into the room strolled a short kid with spiky black hair and a yellow cape. Robin was standing in Bruce Wayne’s living room, less festive than he had been earlier in the day (he wore a Santa hat during the Titans Christmas festivities, but now it was discarded).

Raven stared at Robin for a moment, contemplating. Okay, sure, she knew that Robin used to work with Batman, obviously , who didn’t know that? And yeah, she supposed that it wasn’t that weird for him to know Batman’s identity, but being invited to his Christmas party? Robin mostly avoided the subject of Batman, and sure as hell didn’t give any indicators that he spent the holidays with him. Her face scrunched in disgust as she tried to figure out exactly why he was here.

Raven watched him for a moment, and continued to watch when Bruce walked up to Robin. Bruce had a frown on his face, and Robin stood straighter, like he didn’t want to deal with Bruce this exact moment. As he walked to Robin, Bruce swiped a Christmas sweater that was laying across the back of the couch, and held it up to him. Robin kept looking at Bruce in the eyes, and after a silent back-and-forth, grabbed the sweater and pulled it on over his suit, not even bothering to pull his cape out from under it. He moved to step around Bruce, but Bruce held up an arm, and when Robin glared up at him, Bruce gently tapped the side of his own face. Robin rolled his eyes, but reached to pull his mask off.

Dumbfounded could not begin to explain what Raven was feeling. 

There, across the room stood a mildly pissed-off Dick Grayson wearing a Christmas sweater over his superhero outfit, and still glaring at Bruce Wayne. She watched as Bruce lowered his arm and stepped aside, and Robin (Dick??) walked over to Commissioner Gordon and struck up an easy conversation with him, pulling out all the charm Bruce Wayne had.

Raven watched the Boy Wonder with her jaw still dropped, and everything she knew about Robin and the way Batman had talked to her made sense. Robin avoiding the conversations of Batman, Batman mentioning that Dick might not come to this party. He even noticed their similarities, and Raven couldn’t deny it, there was a reason her and Robin got along so easily. But the fact that Robin was the son of Bruce Wayne, and therefore had been to more galas than Raven could ever dream of, and had met more people than the rest of the Titans combined, is something that was going to take a while to process.

She wasn’t ready to approach him, so she stayed on her side of the room, sipping her punch and contemplating her life.

It turns out Robin really isn’t as observant as he lets on. Or, he doesn’t expect one of his teammates/friends to be in his house on Christmas, so of course he wouldn’t look for them. But regardless, Robin didn’t notice Raven all night, which was kind of baffling because there were five other people in the room besides the two of them. He never even looked in her direction, and Raven was definitely not going to be the one to start that conversation.

Bruce approached her a couple of hours into her Robin-watching, and had a nervous smile on his face. Raven turned her attention to him.

“Hello,” she said, nodding. “This is a nice party, thank you for inviting me,” she looked out across the room, where she now saw Harley and Alfred doing shots.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Bruce sounded genuine, and partially relieved. “I wanted to give you something.” Raven quirked her head at him as he pulled something from behind his back. He held it out to her and she took it gently. 

It was small, and wrapped in brown and red paper. Raven tore at it and after a minute pulled out a pair of socks with blue jays on them. Raven’s eyes shined as she clutched the socks in her hands.

She whispered, “Can you be my dad?” Bruce laughed warmly and put a hand on her shoulder. Mentally, he made a note to figure out how to get shared custody with an interdimensional being who may or may not be actual Satan.

Raven definitely enjoyed the rest of the party, and at the end of it bid everyone (besides Robin) a good night.

She portaled herself back to her room from Bruce Wayne’s porch, and readied herself for bed. And if she slipped on her new socks and crawled into bed with a smile on her face, no one would ever know.

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The Titans have been together for a long time. Years of living together, learning about each other, and becoming friends. There were a lot of things that they didn’t know about each other at first, but there was one thing that Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven knew from the start.

As soon as they saw the scary alien lady kiss Batman’s ex-sidekick on the mouth, they knew it was over for the Boy Wonder. They didn’t say anything at the time, they had bigger things to deal with. But as soon as they settled down and became a team, it quickly became a topic of conversation.

“When do you think Robin and Star are going to get together?” Beast Boy said one morning, fiddling over the waffle maker. Raven looked up at him beyond the edge of her book, where she was seated at the kitchen island, and Cyborg looked at him from where he was frying bacon on the stove. Raven and Cyborg looked at each other for a moment. Raven then set down her book and straightened, and Cyborg moved his frying pan off the burner.

“What are you proposing, BB?” Cyborg asked, with a hand on his hip. Said BB smiled like a Cheshire cat.

“All I’m saying, is that we all saw Star kiss Robin, when do you guys think they’re going to smooch for real?” He bounced his eyebrows as he said this, and leaned over the island towards Raven. Raven looked down for a moment and bit her lip. She then looked Beast Boy in the eyes and said:

“Three years and seven months.” Beast Boy and Cyborg immediately recoiled.

“Girl are you crazy?” Cyborg yelled. “No way is it gonna take that long!”

Raven raised an eyebrow at him, “Oh yeah? Well how long do you think it’ll take, Mr. Matchmaker?” He leaned forward and put a hand on the counter in front of her.

“Year and a half. Max.” He spoke with utmost confidence, and it took Raven a lot of self-control not to laugh in his face. Cyborg smirked at her, and her eyes narrowed into a glare.

“Guys, guys, guys,” Beast Boy pushed his way between them. “You’re both wrong. You must not have seen how love-struck Robin was when Star kissed him. He’s had goo-goo eyes for the past two weeks.” They both rolled their eyes at him, but he continued. “I say it’ll take seven months.” Raven and Cyborg looked at him incredulously, then at each other. Then they both burst out laughing. Beast Boy sunk his head down between his shoulders, and had a sour look on his face.

“B,” Cyborg said, still laughing. “You are even crazier than Rae if you think they are gonna get themselves together that quick.” He wiped a tear from his eye and flicked it. Beast Boy glowered at him and opened his mouth.

“Wanna bet?” were the words Cyborg heard behind his back. He turned and looked at Beast Boy who had an evil grin on his face and turned away again.

“Nah, B, come on, we’re just playin’ around,” Cyborg waved a hand dismissively at his green friend. This made Beast Boy even more upset, and he turned to Raven. Raven, who was biting her lip and seriously considering it.

“You wanna bet?” This time, the words were spoken by Raven, and when Cyborg turned around, he was more than interested.

He sauntered back across the kitchen. “Okay, little lady,” he raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got my attention.” Beast Boy flailed his arms, obviously upset that Cyborg was taking Raven seriously.

It was Raven’s turn to smirk at Cyborg, and her eyes were filled with an evil fire. “First,” she said, laying a hand down on the counter, “the terms.”

“The terms” in fact ended up being a quickly (yet impressively professional) drafted stack of rules briefly stating what each person was betting on, and then a lengthy description of how the winnings would work.

“Since we all have guesses that are far apart,” Raven was explaining, “we each win our bet if they get together within three months of our guess.” She waved her hand around and pointed to the clause on the paper in front of her. “The closer it is to one of our guesses, the more money we win, and as time goes on, the winnings will gain interest. If Robin and Starfire get together outside of the three-month buffer period between our guesses, no one wins, and we all walk away with our money.”

“And our dignity,” Cyborg mumbled.

Raven ignored him and continued, “Does everyone agree to the terms set?” Beast Boy and Cyborg looked at each other, then back at Raven and nodded. Raven’s lips curled into a smile. “Wonderful,” she said. “Just sign here,” and she held out a pen to both of them.

Weeks passed, and the three of them didn’t speak much of The Bet. They were able to settle into their lives, and became close friends. They fought supervillains, and had pizza nights. They felt like (somewhat) normal teenagers for the first time in their lives.

As soon as the four-month mark hit, Beast Boy got visibly more excited. He had utmost confidence that he would win The Bet of the Century (as he dubbed it). He had started playing up the intensity of his playful jabs at Starfire and Robin, asking, When are you gonna take her on a real date, dude? And you know pizza doesn’t count! Starfire had found Beast Boy to be humorous, but every time he opened his mouth, Robin would flinch. Raven and Cyborg could tell that Beast Boy was nearing Robin’s limit, but the Boy Wonder never dignified anything his green friend said with a response.

Beast Boy’s enthusiasm didn’t waver as the months went by, but he did dial back the teasing (a little bit). In his “attempts to make Robin jealous,” he started hanging out with Starfire a lot more. They went to the movies often and went shopping (which both Raven and Cyborg were surprised he liked to do). Robin knew what Beast Boy was trying to do, as it was very visible on his face, but he still acted the same, and never treated Starfire any differently.

Over the months of Beast Boy’s bet, a lot happened. The Titans fought villains, lost some battles, and won more. They got kicked out of their house by a couple of theater kids and an eight year-old, met Starfire’s war-criminal sister, and Robin became a supervillain apprentice (temporarily). Despite everything, they prevailed. They celebrated with pizza and movie nights, and learned how to become a family with all their broken ideas of what one was.

Once it hit the nine-and-a-half month mark, Beast Boy started to get worried. He burst into Raven’s room one evening (much to her annoyance) and tried to wiggle his way out of the deal.

“C’mon, Rae! Why is it fair that the pot gains interest? If you win then it’s not fair to me and Cyborg!” He was on his knees in front of her bed where she was meditating. She cracked an eye open and looked at him on the floor with his hands clasped.

She closed her eye again and spoke. “Firstly, I didn’t make you sign the contract. Secondly, my bet is over twice as long as Cyborg’s. And since you two were so insistent that it wouldn’t take very long, I get to take pride in knowing that I was right and that you two morons will have to suffer because of it.” Beast Boy huffed a breath out and stood up, making his way to the door sadly. When he looked back, Raven’s eyes were still closed, but she shooed him out anyway.

Beast Boy decided to try to get Cyborg on his side, but he was met with a similar response.

“Beast Boy, why are you even bothering to ask me about this?” Cyborg asked, under the hood of his car. He straightened and said, “First, you know as well as I do that even if we teamed up against Raven she wouldn’t budge. We signed that deal and we have to live with it.” He looked at Beast Boy, who was sitting on the roof of the T-Car with pouty lips and watery eyes. “Second,” Cyborg continued, “it is your fault that you’re losing this bet. You had too much faith in Robin and Star.” He pointed a finger at Beast Boy. “And I still think Raven’s guess is way too long. There’s no way she is going to win this bet. So you can go to bed tonight knowing that you’ll lose all your money to me,” Cyborg grinned widely and pointed at himself with both thumbs.

Beast Boy deflated and slithered off the side of the car, defeated. Cyborg leaned over him, a big smile still on his face.

“Night, BB.” Cyborg walked out of the garage and flicked the light off, and Beast Boy blew a raspberry at his receding back.

The ten-month mark came and went (it included a very upset Beast-Boy binge watching soap operas in the living room, eating nothing but ice cream for two days). Robin was relieved that Beast Boy seemed to stop caring about the (lack of a) relationship that he and Starfire had. He relaxed and was able to let down his guard a bit, but he had no idea what was coming in a few short months.

After Beast Boy lost The Bet and while Cyborg was waiting for his wager to take effect, a lot happened.

Starfire engaged in some casual time-travel, Beast Boy got abducted by an alien, then the team made a new friend. Cyborg played Smash Bros in real life, Raven did some early Halloween decorating, and Robin went to prom.

After seeing the absolute failure Beast Boy was, Cyborg decided to be a little more indirect about getting Starfire and Robin together. He decided to broach the subject one day when he and Robin were training together.

“So, Robin,” Cyborg started. “What do you wanna do with your life, man?” The question was absurd enough to throw Robin off for a moment, before he went right back to his punching bag.

“What do you mean?” he called over his shoulder. “I’m doing something with my life now,” he stopped for a moment, steadying the swinging bag.

Cyborg saw this as his window. “Yeah, but c’mon, man. Do you really wanna do this superheroing thing for the rest of your life?” Robin’s shoulders tensed and he waited a beat before responding.

“What else am I going to do? This is what I’m good at.” Robin finally turned to face Cyborg, who was sitting on a bench. “I have almost everything I need right here. And what’s not here is waiting for me in Gotham.” Robin walked towards the table that had his water bottle and took a drink.

With Robin dropping the word Gotham, Cyborg desperately wanted to jump on that topic. Robin rarely mentioned the city he came from, and he never mentioned Batman by name, though he would occasionally refer to his ‘father’ and the Titans had to wonder. But Cyborg knew that Robin would shut him down if he brought it up, and he had a job to do.

“I guess man, but like don’t you want something more? A normal life, a girlfriend?” Cyborg looked at his hands as he said this, because he knew he would not be able to keep the smile off of his face if he looked at Robin. And he was right to look down because he saw Robin flinch.

“Why would I need a girlfriend?” came the strangled reply. Cyborg shrugged his shoulders.

“Might be nice,” he said, standing up and walking past Robin. “We don’t really get to do “normal” ya know?” He fiddled with the weights on his barbell so he had an excuse not to look at the other teen. Despite his best efforts, he could not keep the smile out of his voice when he said, “Is there really no girl you have your eye on? We save so many people, and I’ve seen the piles of fan-mail you get.”

Cyborg saw Robin clench his jaw out of the corner of his eye, and expected Robin to huff and leave the room. But Robin could apparently surprise people.

“So what if there is?” he snapped. “It doesn’t matter, we have jobs to do.” He did huff now, but didn’t leave.

Cyborg tossed a shit-eating grin at him and asked, “What if BB gets a girlfriend before you?”

Cyborg did not get an answer to his question, only a water bottle thrown at his head. Robin stormed off and Cyborg laughed after him. And though it wasn’t 100% certain, Cyborg was fairly sure that he knew who Robin got so flustered about.

Cyborg knew that he had to tread carefully if he was ever going to see the light at the end of this bet. He saw how monumentally Best Boy screwed up, and he was not going to do the same thing.

In the coming weeks, Cyborg spent more time around Robin, not smothering him, just getting closer to him. He had to take it slow so that Robin would think it was genuine (not that Cyborg didn’t care about being genuine to his friend, but he had a bet to win). Robin did start to open up more, albeit very little.

This time they were lounging on the couch, waiting for the others to get back from grocery shopping. “Is it really our jobs that make you think you can’t have a girlfriend, or is it something else?” Cyborg asked. Robin let out a big sigh.

“It’s both, I guess,” Robin said, looking down and picking at his pants. “I’ve seen how it turns out when superheros are in relationships, it doesn’t work very often.” Cyborg fought to roll his eyes, but gestured for Robin to continue. “And what if she doesn’t want something like that? What if she just wants to be friends and I ruin everything?”

Despite Robin’s somber tone, Cyborg was feeling elated. This was proof that Robin had a crush on Starfire, and Cyborg leaned in to suggest something that was genuine advice from a friend and not at all self-serving, when the Titans elevator opened, and the rest of the team walked in carrying grocery bags. Robin shot up off the couch like it was on fire and Cyborg’s eye twitched. He stared at the space where Robin was sitting for a minute, before someone spoke to him.

“Cy, you gonna help us put away groceries or what?” Beast Boy yelled out, elbow deep in the pile of bags on the counter.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Cyborg grumbled all the way to the kitchen, a sour look on his face.

Cyborg didn’t really get a chance to breach the subject with Robin again, because things started picking up quickly. The Titans were betrayed by and saved by a friend who lost her way, Cyborg went undercover at the Academy for Theater Kids, Robin was haunted by a figure of his past, and the five of them got to reenact the Revolutionary War. This took months, and it was one thing after another, they barely had time to rest in between.

When they finally got back to the tower after dropping Mad Mod off at prison (again), they were exhausted. Starfire and Robin went straight to their rooms, and Beast Boy collapsed in the middle of the living room. Cyborg just barely made it to the couch before his limbs gave out like melted jello. Raven stood at the back of the living room, chuckling and watching the boys.

“What’s so funny, huh, Rae? We got our butts beat by some British guy and barely made it out alive. Again.” Beast Boy wailed from the floor.

“Mad Mod has got to be one of our most embarrassing villains,” Cyborg said, though his voice was muffled by the couch cushion. Raven smirked.

“Oh, I’m not laughing because of that,” she said, in a voice that was almost, joyful. This made the boys look up at her questioningly. “Don’t you know what day it is?” she put a hand on her hip and she was definitely smiling now.

Cyborg and Beast Boy looked at each other for a minute, then back at Raven and shook their heads.

Raven’s face was smug. She turned away and said, “It’s the last day of Cyborg’s bet.” She walked to her room as she heard Beast Boy and Cyborg scrambling.

“WHAT?!?” they called after her. But she gave them no response.

To say that Beast Boy and Cyborg were miserable was an understatement. They sulked around for weeks, only looking forward to food and butt-kicking.

One day Robin finally asked Raven, “What’s up with them?” Raven only shrugged her shoulders and raised her tea mug to her mouth. She smirked over the rim but Robin didn’t catch it.

As frustrated and upset as they were, Beast Boy and Cyborg still never betrayed why they were so glum. Robin and Starfire eventually stopped asking, and after what felt like forever, Beast Boy and Cyborg finally went back to normal.

Now all that was left to do was wait. One year and eight months is when Raven’s bet would take hold. And it felt like forever away.

A lot happened in a year, the Titans East formed and became protectors of Steel City, Beast Boy got a job, and a moped, and lost it in the same night, and Starfire told Cyborg about alien racism. Raven’s past caught up with her, and together the Titans fought her father and stopped the apocalypse. Beast Boy faced his past and his old family, and the Titans geared up to fight the Brotherhood of Evil. Raven took a baby-sitting gig, and the team faced off in a race against Ding Dong Daddy and his entourage of colorful gremlins. Everything came to a head in the final battle against the Brotherhood of Evil, where the Teen Titans and all of their friends and allies prevailed.

And yet still, Raven’s bet did not come into effect.

The Titans still had small fights here and there. Nothing huge or life-threatening. They all got excited for summer to start and finally get a little bit of relaxing in. Raven was especially excited because her bet would soon come into effect.

Near the beginning of summer, someone attacked Titans Tower, and Robin was determined to figure out why. After some detective work, it was decided that the team would travel to Tokyo. Beast Boy was the most excited, packing his entire range of brightly colored Hawaiian shirts, and he even convinced Raven to pack hers so they could match.

Their journey to Tokyo was eventful, to say the least. Cyborg got kicked out of a buffet, Beast Boy slayed at karaoke, and Robin got arrested for second-degree murder. All the while they were fighting an array of neon comic book characters.

The Titans figured out who attacked their tower and who was creating the inky villains, and fought to take down the police Commander, who used the magic of Brushogun to turn himself into a giant ink monster.

The Titans fought valiantly, and Robin finally managed to pull Brushogun out of the ink monster’s chest, severing the Commander’s link to Brushogun’s power. The creatures that were attacking the Titan’s melted, and the giant monster exploded, flooding the streets.

Robin, Cyborg and Beast Boy, and Raven, all rose out of the inky black sludge, but Starfire just weakly raised an arm out of a pile of debris.

“Starfire!” Robin called as he ran over to her. She groaned, and he knelt down to sit her up. Her eyes were closed, but he called her name again, “Starfire?” this time a question.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Robin wiped away some of the muck from her cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, and she smiled.

“I am now,” she said.

At that moment, lightning struck the sky, and rain poured down, washing away more of the ink. Robin and Starfire sat kneeling in front of each other, watching the rain for a moment.

Robin then turned to her. “I think I was wrong, before,” he admitted.

Starfire pushed her hair behind her ear. “You do?” she asked, her voice hopeful.

“Maybe,” Robin admitted, “a hero isn’t all that I am.” He looked at her. “Maybe I could be, maybe we could be—“

“Robin?” she interrupted. He looked at her.

“Starfire?”

She smiled again. “Stop talking.”

They leaned forward and their lips met in a kiss that felt a forever time coming. It was short, and after, they leaned their foreheads together and smiled.

Off to the side, Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy were all watching, with smiles of their own.

“Well, it’s about time,” Cyborg said, crossing his arms. And it really was.

Cyborg and Beast Boy knew that they lost their bet to Raven, and they owed her all of their money and dignity, but at this moment, the three of them felt relief more than anything, that it was just over.

The Teen Titans received medals for their heroism, and they decided to stay a little longer in Tokyo. They actually vacationed, and did every touristy thing they could think of. After a few more days in the city, they headed home.

They were very jet-lagged by the time they got into Jump City, so Starfire and Robin bid the others a good night, and retreated to Starfire’s room (while getting heckled by Beast Boy and Cyborg). Raven made her way to the living room and gestured to the couch. Beast Boy and Cyborg glared at her while sitting down. Raven strode to the opposite end of the table, and pulled out their contract from her cape. She held it above the table and let it fall with a loud thud. She looked down at the boys and barely managed to keep a smirk off her face.

Cyborg broke the silence. “Alright Rae,” he sighed. “How much do we owe you?” Cyborg bit his lip and flinched, and Beast Boy gnawed nervously on his nails.

Raven leaned forward, hand on her hip, and she placed her hand on top of the contract. A wicked smile now graced her face.

“You two owe me a collective 82 grand.”

“WHAT?!?!?”

Chapter Text

The Teen Titans were famous across the globe, the noble protectors of Jump City. They had been celebrated countless times, even attracted the glances of other superheroes, and helped others yet to form their own team. But the Titans are still just teenagers, and like every teenager, they swear.

After the brief, awkward, just-getting-to-know-each-other phase, the Titans became friends quickly. No one was surprised when Beast Boy and Cyborg called each other names and swore when they played video games. No one was surprised that Starfire swore like a sailor (albeit in Tamaranean). No one was surprised that Robin cursed out his frustrations occasionally. But, for a while, Raven didn’t swear.

It’s not that she couldn’t swear, she just didn’t . And the others were fine with it. It didn’t affect them, so why bother? Beast Boy and Cyborg figured she was cursing them out in her mind (she was).

Eventually, Raven did start cursing, and Cyborg says it was Terra’s doing.

“She’s a baaaaaad influence on you, Rae,” he said one day. He said it with a smile, while flipping pancakes for breakfast.

And really, Raven still didn’t curse that much. It was small things, like “crap” after dropping a book, “dammit” the time she burned herself on the stove, and, of course, “ FUCK! ” when she stubbed her toe on the couch. Everyone got comfortable with this, they all did the same and didn’t think it was weird. Raven slowly escalated.

Starfire found it hilarious the first time she called Cyborg a dick. They were fighting about leftovers.

“I’m sorry, Rae, I thought it was my food!” He tried to defend himself against her anger.

Raven threw her hands in the air. “It had my name on the box, you dick!” Raven froze the second the word left her mouth, feeling guilty for calling her friend such a foul name. But Cyborg just looked at Beast Boy, who was sitting on the counter. 

They both burst out laughing. Cyborg clutched his stomach, while Beast Boy fell backwards. After a few minutes, Cyborg was able to contain himself enough to talk.

“I’m sorry, Rae,” he giggled, wiping a tear from his eye. “I’ll buy you some more food, how about that?” He was grinning wide, happy to bear the name Raven had bequeathed to him.

Mad about the laughing, but glad that Cyborg wasn’t upset, Raven closed her mouth and nodded. “Sounds good,” she said, and turned back to the fridge, on a quest to find something else to eat.

After that, Raven wasn’t afraid to call Cyborg and Beast Boy dicks when the situation warranted it. In fact, the boys were a little too entertained by it, sometimes pissing her off on purpose just to hear the word yelled down the hall as they ran away.

But soon, this too became a part of Raven’s vocabulary, and it surprised no one.

One day, a few months later, Raven was in the kitchen, enjoying her morning tea. Starfire and Beast Boy were making breakfast, and Cyborg chipped in conversation with them. It was a perfect morning.

Until Robin came clomping down the stairs, obviously in desperate need of some caffeine to start his day. Raven was leaning against the counter near the coffee machine, and she raised a hand to him in greeting. He didn’t say anything back, and she shrugged, knowing that pre-coffee Robin wasn’t something one should take personally. But a moment later, he appeared next to her, hell-bent on getting coffee into his system.

“Cranky” would be an appropriate term for how he was feeling, and it was evident when he opened his mouth.

“Move,” he snapped at her, and she did, surprised by the outburst. But then.

Raven had a wickedly horrible, perhaps even evil idea. And she loved it.

“Fine, Dick.” She smirked when Robin froze.

He turned slowly, his sluggishness replaced with panic. Raven loved to see the sight, and now fought to keep her face blank.

“What did you just say?” he questioned, barely keeping down a shake in his voice. Raven repeated her earlier sentiment.

“Fine, Dick.” Her face betrayed no emotion, even as the others laughed behind her.

“Look at that, man, Raven finally got you,” Cyborg bellowed a full-belly laugh, and Starfire and Beast Boy laughed as well.

Robin was frozen, a million thoughts racing through his head. Somehow, he didn’t know how, he knew that she knew. But she just smiled at him and raised her mug to her lips, turning away.

They didn’t speak until later that afternoon. Raven was meditating in the living room, facing the window, and she heard Robin enter. This time, they were alone.

Raven’s eyes were shut, but she knew when Robin stopped beside her. She hears him cross his arms (and imagines him standing up straighter).

“How did you know?” he demands, trying to make his words like ice, but not able to hide the trepidation. Raven finally cracks an eye open at him, and notices he did indeed fix his posture. A scowl graced his face, and she fought to keep a smile off hers.

“Know what?” she says simply, and closes her eye. She hears Robin uncross his arms. He is defeated. Robin breathed like he was ready to say something else, but decided against it. He walks away, knowing that’s all the information he’ll ever get out of her. He’s not too worried, he trusts Raven with his identity, but he wants to know how she found out. And he fears he will never find out.

Robin walks away, knowing he will live in agony for years.

Chapter Text

He gazes out across the lake. It seemed a little pretentious to build a giant tower there in the shape of the team’s logo, but he couldn’t talk, lest all of his themed gadgets make their way into the conversation.

Batman sighs, and under the cover of the rising dawn, swept away towards the tower.

The doors slid open smoothly, a shushed mechanical whirring announcing his arrival. Batman looks across the living room of the Teen Titans, his eyes taking in everything: the kitchen, the shelves of video games, the ping-pong table shoved into the corner, the large black couch, and an equally impressive television hanging across from it.

Batman takes a few steps towards the couch, cape swishing around him. He leans over the back, and picks up the remote discarded on the seat. He switches on the TV and flips through a few news channels.

He watches for a few moments before his eyes drift to the other occupant of the room. Raven sits levitating, and facing the wall to his left. Her back is turned towards him and she has a book and a mug in her hand. She didn’t acknowledge him entering, though she undoubtedly knew he was there. 

In an effort to be polite, Batman mutters, “Hello,” in a gravelly voice.

“Hi,” she says back, not in a disinterested tone, but a flat one. She doesn’t look up from her book, and doesn’t seem bothered by the intrusion, so Batman turns his head back towards the TV.

He doesn’t want to be rude, and Raven is already busy reading. “The next one,” he thinks.

A few moments pass, and the door to the living room opens again.

“Uhhh,” Batman hears behind his back. He turns to face the person who entered, and a short, green young man stares at him, his jaw dropped. “Uhhh,” the green boy starts again, “Batman?” and he lifts a finger to point at him.

Batman doesn’t bother answering, just steps towards the young man and drops a pair of socks in his hand.

“Robin left these at my place on Christmas,” he tells the boy. Without further elaboration, Batman walks past him and out the door.

Beast Boy stands in the living room, thoroughly flabbergasted and unmoving. He does not register the socks in his hand or when the others enter the room a few moments later. He stays frozen until Robin speaks to him.

“Hey, uh, Beast Boy, where’d you get those socks?”

Beast Boy does not answer. He drops the socks into Robin’s questioning hands, and promptly falls backwards.

Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg all share a look of confusion, but do not help Beast Boy off the ground. Robin rounds the couch to pull up security footage while Starfire and Cyborg continue to stare at Beast Boy.

As soon as he pulls up the security footage to the living room, Robin’s stomach drops. “Oh, no.”

Cyborg and Starfire snap their heads up to look at the TV, and see Batman entering the living room, just ten minutes before. Cyborg is the first to speak.

“Is that BATMAN?” he squawks. He looks between Robin and the TV rapidly. “IS THAT BATMAN?” he repeats, shrieking now.

Starfire tilts her head, “A man of bats? I did not know you had such a thing on your planet.” Robin does not answer either of them, just stares at the television screen, white-knuckling the console in front of him. Just then, the stars further misalign for Robin.

A video call opens on the screen, and Batman’s face now takes up the entire TV. Seeing this, it was Cyborg’s turn to faint right next to Beast Boy.

Batman does not open with formalities. “Robin, you left your socks at my place on Christmas. I thought you would want them back.” Robin barely manages a jerky nod. Starfire pipes up behind him.

“Hello, Man of Bats, it is much joyous to meet you!” Starfire’s voice is bubbly and genuine, and Batman looks at her and nods once, a ghost of a smile on his face. It disappears when he looks back at Robin.

“Talk to you later, champ,” is all Batman says before he cuts off the feed. Beast Boy and Cyborg pop up off the ground, stare at each other for a moment, and both faint again.

Robin is still frozen at the security console, a million thoughts and two tons of embarrassment running through it. His head is hazy, but through it he makes out Starfire saying something.

“I think the Man of Bats is quite nice, perhaps we should invite him to the “pizza night” one day!” Starfire is filled with joy at the prospect.

Raven’s snicker is the last thing Robin hears before he too, blacks out.