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On cue, we all attacked the Titans at once. Billy Numerous circled Brightfire (if that was her name) Gizmo and Mammoth went after Cyborg, while See-More attacked Beast Boy. That only left one person for me to fight – Raven.
I threw a punch at her and she swung her hands, a black shield appearing in their wake. I continued to drive my fist in, maybe the shield would break. She gritted her teeth with the effort.
"You know," she grunted. "I really don't like fighting you.
Why not? I thought back to when I had defeated her in the Brotherhood of Evil battle. That whole escapade hadn't really ended well. Sometimes I still got chills across my skin; my body remembering the feel of being flash frozen. That hadn't been fun, but somehow the more "minor" villains had been released while the leaders of the Brotherhood were still, as far as I knew, ice statues.
Raven dropped her shield, backed away, and tried to kick me with her pale, tiny leg. I deflected her and teleported, ending up right behind her. I grabbed her hood and flung her onto the floor. Her hood came off and she glared up at me furiously. I struggled to catch my breath. I had never seen Raven without her hood before. She had a curtain of cropped violet hair surrounding her face, a red jewel on her forehead, and darkly-rimmed eyes. She jumped to her feet.
"Stop staring at me!" she snapped.
I shook my head, not realizing I'd been staring.
Raven's eyes started glowing. "This fight has gone on way too long," she hissed. She backed me up so that I was standing on the edge of the stairs leading down to the basement.
"Azarath…metrion…" she raised her hands.
Feeling slightly panicked, I leaned forwards, put one hand on her back, and pushed her.
"Ah!" she squeaked.
I jumped out of the way and she fell headfirst down the stairs, tumbled a few times and landed with a thunk at the bottom. I stood, dumbfounded. Omigod I just REALLY hurt a GIRL!
Without thinking, I teleported to her side and kneeled down. A spot on her forehead was bleeding and her eyes were closed. Tentatively, I reached out and touched her shoulder. Are…are you okay?
Her eyes popped open and she sat up. "Oh...you little…!" she put a hand to her forehead and winced.
I put my forearm up to her head and wiped off the blood. She froze and stared directly into my face.  I could almost feel little puffs of air coming out of her mouth as she breathed. Me? I forgot how.
"KYD!" I heard a shriek from upstairs. "H.I.V.E. Five, retreat!"
It took a second for my brain to respond, but I teleported back up to the top of the stairs and escaped with my team.
Back at our headquarters, I had planned to go back to sleep. But the gears in my mind were turning, and they were all stuck on one thing.
A certain dark bird that I couldn't have and never would. We were on opposite sides of the law.
This is an excerpt from a chapter in my fanfiction. I didn't include the whole thing because people would've been confused, so yeah. This is just the 1st KydRae scene. (For my watchers who watch me for my 1D stuff - I'm sorry! I'll try to get more stuff up!)

Teen Titans (c) Glen Murakami
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It was a fine, sunny Wednesday afternoon in Gotham City. The kind of day that made every Gothamite wish it was Sunday. A great day for Madam Zamires grand showing of her world famous Catalonian cats eye opal collection.

"Now, Madam Zamire, your cats eye opals are valued at over ten million dollars, arent you afraid someone might steal them?" asked the reporter who was buzzing around the aged millionaires with a plethora of other reporters like excited bees over a jar of honey.


"Oh no," arrogantly giggled the giddy madam. "Why, my opals are protected by the most stringent security measures available. Here let me show you," and with that the crowd of reporters and the portly millionaires headed for the precious gems room of the Gotham City natural history museum.


As they reached the door to the room, Madam Zamire stopped the crowd. "As you can see, the hall containing the opals is sealed with two inches of plate steel and the main door is made of five inch steel plate. Not even a tank could get through," she explained. "There are also no other doors and no windows. There is absolutely no way to gain entry into the chamber except through this door," she boasted.


As Madam Zamire described the security measures outside the main door to the gem chamber, inside, smoke began to rise from the floor of the great hall. A circular pattern of wispy smoke began to rise from the tiled floor along with a hissing, crackling sound. After a few moments, the circular block fell through as the acid bored a hole through the floor.


"Even if a criminal managed to enter the chamber, any change in air pressure would instantly release anesthetic gas that would render them unconscious and helpless," the madam continued.


The top of a ladder popped through the hole as waves of billowing gas poured from gas outlets in the wall. The head of a man, wearing a divers tank and oxygen breather poked up and scanned the room. He then climbed out of the hole and helped two other men up the ladder.


"What if they could get past the gas," asked a reporter. "What then?"


"Oh, you silly man," the madam replied, "It would do them no good. The glass of the cases is made of a new, high tech plastic. They are virtually unbreakable."


The three men proceeded to apply an unusual paste to the plastic cases. They smeared the white paste about as though they were waxing a car. After a few moments, the polymer disolvant began to weaken the plastic and the men poked their hands through the soft material as easily as punching a hole through a plastic bag.


"Even if they could open the cases, which I seriously doubt, they could not remove the opals from their placements," the madam continued.


"And why is that, Madam Zamire?" asked the reporter.


"Oh, we have a very special device that puts a magnetic field around the opals, making it virtually impossible to remove them. No force in the universe could budge themnothing except a major power outage and Gotham Citys power supply is the most reliable in the world," she gleamed.


A few blocks away, a small explosion blew the top off a power pole. Sparks flew everywhere as the large metal power transformer was blown off its support and crashed to the ground. Three men ran from the pole and piled into a small truck sitting on the other side of the street. The trucks tires squealed as the truck pulled away and headed down the hill toward a dark Gotham downtown.


At that same moment, all the lights in the museum went out. The crowd began to scream and panic as confusion and fear enveloped them along with the darkness. After a few moments passed, a series of emergency red fire lights came on.


"We have a spare generator," explained the madam. "Guard, open this door immediately!" she ordered.


Two guards ran up and fiddled with a set of keys as they hurriedly opened the massive door. The door swung open and the crowd stood in absolute shock as they stared at all the empty cases.


***


"Tis a dark day in Gotham City, Commissioner," said Chief OHara as he stood shaking his head in despair watching the gray-haired Gordon hang up the phone.


"A dark day indeed, Chief OHara," replied the Commissioner. "A fortune in cats eye opals, purloined by none other than"


"Oh, dont say it, Commissioner. Me ears cannot stand the strain," said the Chief waving his hands.


"Im afraid so Chief. Snatched by the criminal claws of that feline felon. That she-devil of crimenone other than Catwoman!"


"Saints preserve us!" the Chief exclaimed, rolling his eyes upward. "Is there any chance for us? Have the heavens opened up and swallowed all our hopes?" he asked, looking in despair at the powers that be.


Looking outward with a stare of determination and defiance the Commissioner sat up from his chair.


"Theres just one man who can help us now. The one man who can rid this town of that feline scourge." With that, both men turned to stare at the red phone of hope that sat under the glass container across the room.


***


"If you will wait a moment sir, I will see if I can gain his attention," Alfred said calmly, in a thick proper English accent, as he answered the batphone.


***


The batmobile shot out of the batcave and raced down the wrong side of the road toward Gotham City. It was as though the same footage was being played over and over again, each time they had to run into town. The big, black car pulled up in front of police headquarters and the caped crusaders rushed into the building.


"Did anyone actually see Catwoman or any of her kittens steal the opals?" asked Batman.


"Well, no Batman but this is her style," the Commissioner replied.


"Yes, her modus operandi," smugly blurted out the boy wonder.


"Modus Operandi?" asked the Chief in utter bewilderment.


"Yes, Modus, from the Latin meeting motive or mode and Operandi meaning operation. Her mode of operation," replied Robin as he drove the fact home by punching his fist into his hand.


"Very good Latin, old chum. But what we need now are clues and not a Latin lesson," said Batman as he and Robin headed for the door.


"Are you heading for the Batcave" asked Commissioner Gordon?


"Yes, and then well check out the museum. There may be clues still left there," Batman replied.


"But me men went over the place with a fine tooth comb. Not even a microbe could get by us," the Chief said.


"While I never doubt the competency of Gotham Citys finest Chief, Catwoman is a foe far beyond the abilities of your fine force to catch," Batman said as he opened the door. The Chief shook his head in agreement knowing the Caped Crusader was right.


"Catwoman!" a startled female voice exclaimed from the open doorway. The four men turned to see Commissioner Gordons lovely daughter, Barbara, standing in the entrance. She briskly walked by Batman and Robin and walked up to her father, giving him a peck on the cheek.


"Whats all this talk about Catwoman?" Barbara asked innocently, batting her big brown eyes at the men.


"Oh, nothing to concern your pretty little head about Barbara. Batman and Robin were just leaving to check out the opal robbery at the museum," said Commissioner Gordon patronizingly.


He always did that to her, always cut her out of the picture like she was some innocent little schoolgirl. At first she hated it and resisted it but she learned that should could use that innocence to her advantage. The whole act seemed to be a vicious circle. As she acted more angelic, her father would treat her more childishly. This would force her to act more innocently to get more information out of him. It seemed stupid but it worked. If only you knew some of the stuff I do in my apartment daddy, she thought to herself in defiance.


"Well, I was just on my way home from work and I thought Id ask you to dinner," she asked, knowing he would say no. He always said no to any socializing when an arch criminal was in town. She actually wasnt headed to go to dinner. Instead, she had heard about the robbery and was hoping to turn on the innocent act to milk some information from daddy.


"Oh well, Ive got some reading to do anyway," she said indifferently as she gave her father another peck on the cheek and strutted out the door past Batman and Robin.


***


The door to Barbaras apartment flew open as the young heroine rushed in and made a beeline for the bedroom. "No time to chat now Charley," said Babs as she threw her purse and coat on the couch and walked past the birdcage containing her pet parrot.


The parrot never seemed to talk, being utterly confused by the spew of dialog that always came from its owner. For some reason Barbara would talk to the bird, needlessly revealing her plans to the pet parrot. Of course the ever-changing dialog made it impossible for the bird to learn any word or phrase. The only thing it had managed to learn over the years was one phrase: "Oh MY GOD!" This phrase was the only one loud enough and repeated enough times to reinforce it in the birds mind. This only happened however, when Barbara would get in one of her "special moods", then the bedroom door would shut and waves of moans and screams would ring out as Barbara would "entertain" herself.


She had always been extremely introverted. As a child she was a loner and a bookworm, always reading and never making friends. When she grew up and graduated from college, she found that her body had developed quite well and, dressed right, she was extremely attractive.


Her early life, however, had turned her off to dating men and she found that masturbation was a far better form of sexual stimulation along with her unusual fascination with bondage. For some reason, being bound and gagged and forced to climax against her will was an incredible aphrodisiac to her and sent incredible chills of sexual excitement through her body. Was it a rape fantasy? She didnt know or care. It was fun and exciting and allowed her to break the mold everyone else had placed upon her all her life. Daddys sweet little girl was actually very naughty, and the secret made her burn with excitement.


This was also partially why she was fascinated with her Batgirl persona. Being in such perilous situations, at the hands of such desperate criminals, made for an overwhelming array of titillating experiences. When she was younger, no one paid attention to her. She was a bug, an insect to be ignored. After spending time working out and aerobisizing constantly, however, she became an incredibly shapely young girl and exhibitionism was also quite exhilarating. Ha ha, Im pretty now and you cant have me! She would think to herself.


This was why she had modified her Batgirl outfit. The old one was functional but quite drab. She felt that, if she could distract a crook for a few moments with a few curves and some revealing skin, she could use the time to her advantage. This seemed to work quite well, as most men would stop in gaping awe at the female before them, allowing her to easily get the upper hand.


The full body suit was eliminated. Instead, the suit was split into two parts. The top part was a black spandex pull over that resembled an aerobics exercise outfit. It covered her arms completely and ran to the middle of her rib cage, leaving her stomach and bellybutton exposed. The front was bare and a black support bra under the outfit pushed her full breasts together into a nice, mountain of cleavage. The outfit continued up her neck and stopped below her chin, making her look like she was wearing a turtle neck sweater. A small yellow Bat symbol was stitched over her left breast in the material that ran up and around her shoulder.


The bottom half was a pair of black, spandex shorts that came up to just below her belly button and rode around the curvature of her legs, where her upper thighs met her hips. This left her legs and thighs fully exposed.


On her feet she wore a pair of high-heeled boots that laced up from her ankles to just below her knees. Her hands were covered by a pair of black, skintight leather gloves, which ran up her arms to just below her shoulders. The only thing that shed kept from the original outfit was her Batgirl utility belt, which hung low and heavy across her curvaceous stomach and around her shapely hips.


She had decided to do away with the heavy Bat cowl she always wore. It was clumsy, hot and didnt allow for a full range of vision. Instead, a black mask, similar to Robins only with larger, more feminine looking eyeholes, took its place. The red wig was also eliminated and her own short, black hair was pinned like a crown on top of her head. She found that most crooks were way too busy looking at her body to notice her face; and besides, no one could figure out who Robin was and he only wore that stupid little mask.


The final touch was a small, black silk cape that wrapped around her neck and flowed down to the small of her back, hanging just over her plump rear end. She grabbed the ends of the cape in each hand and twisted and posed in the full- length mirror in her bedroom like some sophisticated fashion model. Then with a giddy, school girl laugh she strutted away, heading for the secret entrance to her Batcycle.


"Ill just beat Batman and Robin to the museum and find my own clues," she declared as the cycle rolled out of its secret door and down the alley.


***


The Batmobile sped out of town and toward the Batcave. "What do you think Catwoman is up to, Batman," Robin said, slamming his fists together like he always did.


"I dont know, old chum," replied Batman, "the ways of a wicked woman such as Catwoman cannot be easily deduced. This youre going to learn as you grow from a boy to a man," he said fatherly.


"Gosh, Batman, this woman stuff really baffles me sometimes," Robin said shaking his head.


"Dont worry, Im sure the Bat-female-logic-analyzer I built into the Bat computer last week will figure out her logic and her next move," he said proudly. "Or blow up trying" he mumbled under his breath.


Suddenly, a large explosion rang out from under the speeding Batmobile, sending the caped crusaders swerving out of control. "Hang on Robin!" Batman ordered as the car careened off a cliff and plummeted into the trees below.
the first part to batgirl and catwomans exciting day
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(Teen Titans- Beast Boy Raven centric)

“C'mon, c'mon...just one inch. Heck, I'll even take a few centimeters. Pleeeease..."

Her amethyst eyes shifted from her latest novel of Earthly dead languages, having found many similarities between the lost languages of humans and dimensions in between, patterns of dialects and the like. She pinched her finger between the pages, clutching the old cover close to her chest as her curiosity got the best of her, arching a slim brow. It was hard to miss that voice.

And he had left the door open.

Drifting to the bathroom edge, she cautiously peered inside, quieter than silence could possibly allow.

He was standing as erect as possible, shoulders pressed against the corner of the wall to the shower door, pulling his neck as high as it could go without tilting up. His sneakers had been discarded to the side, shirt and gloves tossed onto the counter, but his pants (thankfully) had still been retained, slender and tight to his form. In his left hand, a dry erase marker, in his right, a roll of measuring tape. His ears tilted down as he willed his spine to make a difference in his natural stance, but to no avail. The mark had been made. It was still the same. Spinning on his heel, his sharp eyes studied the overlap, jaw protruding as his upturned nose scrunched in further, and for once, the joy that often filled his face was lost to his self disappointment. No progress. But how to control that? It wasn't like he could train himself to stretch. No amount of food was going to add to his skeleton, and shifting himself would only be cheating.

He was a youth, still on his way to manhood, but not quick enough. Everyone was still taller than him. Everyone.

“Shoot.” he sighed, falling back into himself as his back relaxed. His ears slanted further as his forehead bumped the wall, taking in a small breath as he closed his eyes. Same as last week. And the week before. If only there was a way he could just...

Bringing a wide palm to his face, he rubbed off the condensation of the remaining shower steam and pushed himself off, using the palm of his other hand to wipe the marks off the glass. Maybe next week. Maybe. Drying his hand off on his towel, the changeling tossed the marker on the counter, taking a small step forward before his ears twitched, staring at his reflection along the sink's wall length mirror in sudden alert. Something wasn't right. His instincts were acting up. Head darting to his right, his brows knit, suddenly swiping to his left as his eyes locked onto the wide crack of the doorway...and finding a pair of eyes staring back.

Beast Boy was many things, but silent was not one of them, and finding the inability to call out his voice was a new and strange setback. His cheeks, however, communicated all that was required, delving into the darkest hues of the reddish kind. If ever there could be a better combination of holiday colors, he could have proudly challenged. Hand clunkily gripping his gut, the teen ducked his neck into his shoulders, arching a nervous brow, “H-How long have you been there? I could've sworn I closed that, 'cause I just showered –”

“Not that long.” the empath huffed grittily, thankful her hood was covering the near shame her teammate had nearly suggested. She wasn't the type to spy on her friends, and much less for those kind of reasons. However, she had caught him during a private time. And though his actions were not questionable, they were intriguing to she who had witnessed them.

“...Oh.”

The air between them remained thick and awkward, and the black hole eating him alive only intensified with time. Her amethysts drilled him stoically, and for a split second, he could have sworn she was doing this on purpose, just to rip his esteem down to shreds. Raven had her own way of humoring herself, and if he couldn't trigger that smile he so desperately tried to earn, she would earn it herself, at his expense. But she only tucked the massive book she owned in the nook of her hip, leaning the same shoulder against the door frame. The tightness spread to his throat, jaw clenched to the point of ear twitches, and he would have allowed the earth to swallow him whole if she hadn't decided to finally break the silence, her voice as placid as it ever was,

“You're short.”

His hand dropped to his side, leaning back into his spine as he winced, fully exposed. Hearing himself say it within the confines of his room was one thing. Witnessing his form in a mirror that could not lie, he could handle. Sizing himself up against his friends and foes on the spot, he had accepted. But hearing it out loud from a teammate...an ally...her...

It hurt.

His cheeks flushed even darker, jaw pouting a bit as his shoulders sagged, “You like to get right to the point, don't you?” he muttered, emeralds finding their way to the tiled floor.

“Beating around the bush doesn't do anything but waste time. Pointless.”

The disappointment he felt, as well as the embarrassment, pulsed off him in uncontrollable measures. It seemed his inadequacy in stature resulted in a degradation of his esteem, and none was more familiar with the negative effects of self esteem than the half demon herself. Everyone had their own qualms, and it appeared she had just found his.

“It doesn't matter, you know.”

His eyes shifted back to her, emotion, for once, void on his mailable face. He observed her for a brief moment, nose twitching before he gathered himself up, “I know.” he answered quietly, tucking a thumb along the rim of his pants. Her brows knit ever so slightly, and though he couldn't see them through the thick shadow, the tone in her voice solidified any question of it,

“Then why does it?”

She watched as he closed his eyes with a small sigh, bringing his right hand over to his left shoulder and hooked it there, lips tightening in thought. So many emotions. So indecisive. And then finally, he looked up, but to his reflection in the wall, trying to search for that time and place among hundreds of memories. Thousands of words. And one feeling, above all others.

“Think bigger...” he uttered, eyes flicking toward the ground for a moment before dropping his arm. His chest held out, sizing himself once more, before his voice whispered.

“Mento used to tell me to think bigger. When I was a kid, I screwed up a lot...Missions were top priority, foul ups were unacceptable. Doom Patrol didn't have room for thinking inside the box. You had to think bigger, all times, all situations. I had to think bigger. If I couldn't reach something, Rita would tell me to think bigger. If I couldn't lift something, Cliff would say think bigger, squirt. And Larry would remind me that bigger thinking would make up for smaller me. And I figured...I'll think bigger for it all...go big or go home, you know?” His eyes winced as if he were replaying the mistakes...reliving the embarrassment...the fear.

“Think bigger. Everyone on this team pulls their own weight, Beast Boy...Why can't you?” he chanted hoarsely, voice capturing the same tone Mento had used on him all those years ago. So long between then and now, and still the shadow of his first leader...his trainer and provider...his father figure, was lashing out in disappointment, eternally reprimanding the teen of his useless placement within their honorable uniform. He had been a fluke, it seemed, a bit of luck on his side as he gazed into his own eyes, unable to find himself in the body he knew so well. “Still screwin' up, I guess.” he chuckled emptily, glancing back at the glass door with the remnant smudges of his marker, “Still don't know how to follow that order.”

A bit of silence passed between them as he sniffed, suddenly remembering where he was and who he had been talking to. A meek smile curled along the side of his face, though Raven only glanced from the shower door back to him, crossing her other arm into her leaned one.

“It's fairly difficult for someone to think bigger when there's nothing going on up there to begin with.”

The smile immediately dropped into a huffed scowl, brows flattened to that of an aggravated gorilla, though he maintained his humanesque shape.

Her eyes blinked gently, “Your height isn't going to make a difference in what you do or who you are. You already have the pride of a peacock and the voice of howler monkey to let the world know. You already know how to “think bigger”, but not in the literal sense.” she added, rolling her eyes to the fact that he could be that simple minded. Pushing herself off the door frame, the empath lifted a lone cool finger and pressed it against his warm chest, triggering a fresh set of chills off the green skin. Eyes trailing down, he peered at her hand with the eyes of a child, pouting in interest.

“Your head may not always think bigger...but this does.”

His emerald eyes gazed up slowly in wonder, locking with those that held such acceptance, it nearly wiped away a new slate for him to work with. Approval had been all he had ever desired. To be bigger, perhaps, was not to think bigger; and, maybe he didn't know who he was all the time, but she did. An earnest smile began to warmly curl his lips, but only made a briefer than brief appearance before she swiped her hand up and flicked his nose, earning an instant whine. She turned on her heel, book in clutch as her cloak flared behind her. “Robin will be needing this room soon. He finishes his spar in fifteen minutes.” she noted nonchalantly as she continued her way down the hall, popping the book open as she resumed her studies.

Left hand capping his nose, the changeling's knit brows arched a half, huffing grumpily as he rubbed the offended area, “Sheesh, alright.” His eyes made way to the mirror once more, finding his right hand clutched over his chest, as if protecting the aura she had left there. Pressing his palm flat, he rubbed it in firm with a shy smile, ignoring the light tingle that was more than likely mind trickery, and made his way to the sink, ruffling out his cowlicked hair. Glancing toward the door, he stood up straight and observed his reflection, athletic and lean, but just as tall as he was before. His fingers slid along the counter top, finding the marker in its lonely corner and held it up, taking a long hard look.

The clang of the trash bin's echo vibrated for a moment, but was just as soon forgotten. He didn't need it any more, he figured, as he gathered up his shirt and sneakers, shaking out his head one last time. After all, if the oddest of the titans accepted him for who he was, as he was, what did he have to worry about?
It's been so long since I've written for this show. Oh my childhood. More of these soon to come.
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Poison Ivy paced back and forth in her hideout, her latest heist was foiled again by batman, damn the batman, how can she help mother nature recover if he stop her at every chance and foil her schemes, the water plant takeover would have stopped the Gotham water pollution but batman was there to stop her, she was ready for him, she used a new flower that made him and robin fall in love with her, but batgirl had to be there and stop her, oh that damn batgirl , she need to stop her ,wait a minute , why stop her , why not make her join her ? , with that a big grin came on ivy face and she held one of her plants
“Oh I have a fabulous idea my dear, and I need your help, grow! Grow!”

Couple of Days later, Ivy was trying to break into a bank, not that she wanted the money, but just to get the attention of the dynamic duo and Batgirl, and surely, less than 10 minute later they were in the bank and batman said
“That’s not your style Ivy, I advice you to give up “
And Robin holds up a batrang and says
“Yeah they have warmed up a cell for you in arkham asylum”
Batgirl respond
“Warm and sunny, isn’t that what you want”

Ivy looked at Batgirl
“Hah, not funny Batgirl, and neither is this”
And suddenly plants appear from empty pots around the bank floor and start spreading white smoke
“Look out its tear gas mixed with the white smoke”
And batman open one of the pouch on his belt and pickup a Gas Mask
As does his partner’s Robin and Batgirl
But Ivy used that few chaotic moments and escaped while the smoke cleared

Robin looked around
“Ivy escaped! We should follow her “
And before he jump out batman stop him
“No need , we stopped her before she was able to carry the money , but we need to check what other traps she left in the bank , I’ll check the vault , Robin check the offices , Batgirl can you wipe the bank floor of clues ?”

Batgirl looks at Batman with a shocked face
“What?” she shouted back at him
“Check here for clues”
“Okay”

And batman moved to the vault, she looks at Robin
“Did he just say what I think he said?”
“What?”
“He said if I can wipe the floor?”
“Just a joke Batgirl”
“It’s not funny Robin”
Robin moves the offices and while opening one of them
“Well I found it funny”

Batgirl start mumbling to her self
Then she notice a small flower petal, similar to the ones Ivy wear on her head
She picks it up carefully and put it in a plastic bag and put in a pouch in her belt

Well I’ll check this at my place, she think to her self, she leave the bank and heads to her apartment.

After some time of checking the flower petal on the microscope she couldn’t find anything helpful, and it wasn’t on any flower book in her library, the only thing she figured out is that it has a strange odor but it was harmless, she picks up plant encyclopedia and start reading.

Barbra Gordon was reading when she heard the door bell ringing
She went and found a delivery guy he was holding some plant pot, she opened the door

“Miss Barbra Gordon?”
“Yes”
He raises his hand and hand her a paper.
“I have this plant pot from a Mr. Marcus, would you sign here for it?”
Barbra though for a few seconds about it, she doesn’t remember any Marcus
But the plant looks harmless anyway, so she sign and take it inside

She place it near the window, then she look at her cloak
“Oh time for a patrol with the bat”
She goes to her closet and pick up her batgirl costume and puts it on, then she check her surrounding and go out of the window and on her patrol

Batgirl was swinging from rooftop to another when she stopped at one of them because she saw some light at a green house on the roof of the building next to it

She takes cover in the roof and takes out her binoculars and start checking the green house, Hmm only the light is open, not much movement, she thought to her self
Maybe a careless worker, but never the less, she needs to stalk it for a bit

Barbra start thinking to her self, what was that remark by Batman, he didn’t say this kind of stuff before, did he become an anti feminist all of a sudden?
Her train of thought was interrupted by a tap on her back
She spins and throws a kick fast but the shadow figure dodges it easily.

Batgirl takes a fighting position, and says
“Whose there?”
The shadowy figure moves to the light, it’s Ivy!

“Well, well, looks what dropped here, a small bat, hello dear, I believe you are tense and need to relax a bit?”

“What you want Ivy”

“What I want? I don’t want anything, I want to heal Mother Nature that these pigs that call them self men ruin everyday, men always thinking of them self as superiors, does the batman respect you?”

Batgirl didn’t expect that question, she was already thinking of that before Ivy appeared
What she didn’t know is that the plant in her apartment was from Ivy and it spread an odorless agent that made Batgirl mellow and easily convinced of any thing that seemed logical

Batgirl responded
“He….does respect me “she bury her face in her hands and start to cry
Ivy goes to her and hugs her
“Now, now, no crying, you’re not a little girl, follows me to the green house”

Batgirl stops crying and follow her silently without a word

In the Green house Ivy point to batgirl to sit on a plant with a huge leaf
Batgirl does and Ivy sits on the one in front of her

“Batgirl, or should I say Barbra Gordon”
“How...”
“The flower petal, it has a unique odor which made it easy to find you”
“Oh”
“Now Barbra, why follow the bat, if he doesn’t respect you, you shouldn’t follow him, you are a strong woman right?”
“Yes…”
“Do you love mother Nature?”
“Yes…”
“Then stop becoming Batgirl and join me, be my partner “
‘But, I’m a heroine and you are a villainess...”
Ivy stood up and walked to Barbra, she lean on her
And whisper in her ear “then become one just like me”
Then she started stripping Batgirl of her costume, Batgirl didn’t offer any resistant, how could she, Ivy was making a lot of sense
And in no time they were kissing each other on the giant leaf

Hours Later

Poison Ivy turned around and looked at Barbra ,
“How are you feeling my Love?”
“Great mistress”
“Let go then, we need to get some chemical from Wayne Tech, but you will not use your batgirl costume anymore“
“Then what mistress?”

Ivy rolled over and gave Barbra a passionate kiss
“Well silly, just like the thing that brought you to me, you will be Poison Ivy new partner Flower Girl!”

From that day, Batman was confused and didn’t know where Batgirl went, she disappeared all of a sudden, and who is this Poison Ivy new Partner?  Is there a connection?
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Robin headed to the ops room with the other boys while the girls walked off to their own bedrooms.

He sighed aggravated that he may loose Starfire to Aqualad.

"Why don't cha take her out on a date?" Cyborg hinted.

"Why would I do that? She's my best friend."

Cyborg and Beast Boy rolled their eyes at the masked hero.

"Dude, it's so obvious that you love her. Do something about it!" Beast Boy said.

"I can't." Robin turned away from them.

"You can't or you wouldn't? Man, half the men in the world would die to be with her. 'Sides, she loves you too, ya know?"

"Don't joke with me, Cy," Robin said, a little hopeful.

"I ain't," Cyborg replied firmly. "If ya weren't always in your little obsession over being a hero, you would see it as well." Cyborg folded his arms over his chest as he chuckled lightly. "Ya needa make a move before somebody else does."

Robin contemplated in his head silently. "What do you suggest I should do?"

"How about a ball?" Beast Boy chirped. "I heard there was this… this ball for all teens at Jump City."

"But wouldn't villains…"

"Relax, man," Cyborg cut off Robin, "there ain't any villains gonna show tonight. Kid Flash and Jinx are in the neighborhood and if anything happens, they'll call."

"So who are your dates?" Robin questioned the two.

"I bet Bumble Bee!" Beast Boy teased.

"But that just leaves you with Rae," Cyborg shot back.

"Ack!" Beast Boy chattered.

"C'mon ya'll we got a dance to go to."
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Robin stared at the name on the door. There were no sounds on the other side, and he was afraid that she was sleeping. He was about to back out when Cyborg's words hit him like a brick wall. Ya needa make a move before somebody else does… He remembered her reaction towards Aqualad and jealousy overwhelmed him along with immense courage.

He extended his right arm on Starfire's door and knocked three times. There were rustling followed by the sound of the sliding door. There stood the alien princess, her hair tied up into a high pony tail and in sweats. "Hello Robin," she said to him softly.

"Hey Star," he choked out. It had suddenly felt hot as seconds ticked by. He swallowed a helpful amount of air before speaking, "are you busy?"

"Not at all," she replied, "I was just giving Silkie the nap."

"Oh, that's cool…" The atmosphere suddenly felt tense and awkward. He shrugged it off and mustered his courage. "So, Star, there's this dance for teens in Jump City. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me…?"

Starfire stared at him with sparkling emerald eyes. "Of course I would love to!" she chirped.

Suddenly a freight was lifted off Robin's shoulder. "It's tonight at seven. I'll pick you up?" Idiot Robin! Why would she need you to pick her up? You live together! He scolded himself.

"Of course," she repeated. She turned to enter her room, but stopped short. "Robin…?"

"Yes, Star?" She pulled him into her infamous bone-crushing hugs.

"Thank you for asking me." She replied sweetly then released him and walked back to her room.

The door closed and Robin stared speechless at her door. I did it, he thought after rerunning the event in his head. After slowly digesting what happened, he punched the air. YES! He silently cheered before storming off to the bathroom to get ready.
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Beast Boy was in his room thinking about Raven and how she'll murder him when he asks her out. He brainstormed ways to impress her, hoping that'll lessen the injury. The boy walked about his room until something caught his foot and he fell forward. He looked down to see something silver glint from the sun's rays. Beast Boy crawled towards it and picked it up. It was the present he made for Terra, the heart-shaped jewelry box. It still looked the same, except for the mirror that now had a crack running down the middle. It was as if it symbolized the end of their time together.

He remembered Terra, his feelings for her, but at the same time the hate he had for her when she betrayed them. Most especially he remembered the throbbing pain when she was gone. Raven helped him pull through. Pretty, mysterious Raven. Only a year ago did she have short hair, but now it was lusciously long and reached her back, just like the end of the world.

She was always there for him and him for her. They shared a broken heart from traitors. Now that he thought about it, he realized that they were not so different after all.

He opened his window and transformed into a hawk. When he had reached solid ground, he searched about Starfire's garden for the perfect flowers. When he spotted it, he transformed into a crab and snapped several flowers down, some of them landing on his protective shell. Then he broke off the thorns when he phased back into his human form.

Beast Boy carried the bouquet with his claw as he flew back into his room. Next, he searched about his room for a dark blue ribbon from one of his old Christmas boxes, tied the flowers together, and headed to Raven's room.

He ran up one flight and hid the flowers behind his back before hesitantly knocked on her door. There was no response, but patiently waited since he knew she was in there. Moments later, the door slid open into a tiny crack.

"What is it Beast Boy?" she asked annoyed.

"He-hey, Raven," Beast Boy said, cold sweat forming on his forehead. "I-I was wondering if you would be my d-date to the ball...?"

She stared at him, her eyebrow raised skeptically. "Don't joke with me, Beast Boy." She turned away, about to go back into her dark room.

"Wait, Rae! Remember last time when we talked? Remember when I admitted that you were extremely creepy, but it didn't mean that you were alone?"

She stood there, back turned towards him. She simply nodded as she recalled the memory.

"Why are you doing that again? Why can't you give me a chance?"

Raven turned around and stared at the green boy somewhat surprised. Only now did she notice he was hiding something behind his back.

"Raven, I'm not joking. Please just hear me out."

"I'm listening," she deadpanned.

Here it goes. "Raven will you please be my date to the Jump City Teen Ball?" he brought out the bouquet of red and white roses in front of her.

Raven was caught off guard. She never thought she'd see the day that Beast Boy would be serious. She stared at the familiar flowers. "Are these from Starfire's garden?" she asked.

"I know Star would probably get mad at me, but they were perfect. They reminded me of homemade cookies. It's just better when you create something unique rather than buy a copy from a shop," he said sheepishly. She gently reached out for the flowers. "I take it as a yes?" he asked hopefully.

"This better not be a joke," she turned away and the door closed behind her.

Beast Boy ran to Cyborg's room and quickly bragged to him.

"She said yes! And look! I'm still alive!" the changeling laughed.

"Grats, B," Cyborg said. "I got mine."

"So is everyone set for tonight?"

"Yeah."
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Cyborg left around three to pick up Bumble Bee at Steel City and said that when he returned, they'd go straight to the party.

Starfire had finished her bath when she found a confused Raven sitting on her bed. "Raven! Is something the matter?"

"It's Beast Boy," she replied.

"Is he in danger?"

"No..." she bit her lip. "He asked me to the dance."

"Truly? Oh what joyous news! I congratulate you! But what appears to be the problem?"

"Well, I was hoping I could borrow a dress?"

"Oh yes! I have brought several new garments from the mall of shopping!" Starfire ushered the girl to her closet and revealed various colored and styled dresses for special occasions. "I believe this dress," she reached for the lavender dress, "would fit for the attire."

"Do you have anything darker?" she asked.

"I do not believe that it would fit the occasion," Starfire gestured for the several dark colored dresses. There were a variety of short and long dresses, but all of them didn't match the theme of their dance. They were either too fancy or too casual.

"Right..." Raven replied as she fingered over the dark blue, sparkling, ruffle-layered dress. "I suppose I can go with that dress."

"What about the accessories?" Starfire chirped. "You may borrow some if you wish." Starfire gestured to her table which was covered with many beautiful jewelries and hair accessories.

Raven held in the gag, "No... this will do... Thanks, Starfire."

"But you must! The look is incomplete without any decorations!" the Tamaranean insisted.

Raven sighed, "Let's go check in my room." Raven led the way back to her room and searched for her secret jewelry box. Starfire observed her room quietly as she waited patiently. From the corner of her eye she saw something very unusual on her table.

"Oh, Raven! Is this from Beast Boy?" she squealed. Raven blushed then nodded. "I must congratulate you! I did not know that you have the feelings for one another!"

"Umm, Starfire... we're not dating... I doubt that Beast Boy has feelings for me..."

"I do not believe so! Beast Boy must also have the feelings for you. Why else would you suppose he would ask you?" Raven blushed at Starfire's reason. "May I ask of where he has bought these bountiful floral arrangements?"

"You don't want to know..."

"Oh please! Do tell!"

"From your garden."

Starfire stared at the roses intently. "My... garden...?" Starfire glanced at the slightly red-cheeked girl then back to the flowers. She thought for a moment before speaking. "I suppose I will... how you earthlings say it? Let it slide for the time being, for it has made you happy, Raven."

Same old selfless Starfire, she thought approvingly. "Thanks Starfire."

"It is as of my pleasure. Speaking of which, have you found your accessory?"

Raven selected the same shade of purple choker, a matching clip, and another matching hair tie. Starfire approved of her selection but disappeared to her room, only to return with a pair of white gloves that matched the white belt on the dress's waist. They took all of her stuff and brought it to Starfire's room.

They proceeded to help Starfire select her dress. Raven and Starfire agreed on a fuchsia dress. The only accessory she wore was Robin's birthday present for her, a silver bracelet.

"Again, why am I wearing such a Princess like look while you wear a plain outfit?" Raven asked as Starfire applied her makeup.

"Because friend Cyborg has informed me that Robin and I will be dancing."

"Isn't that normal though? Everyone is going to dance at the ball."

"No... I believe it is a special performance?"

"Starfire, when did you know how to dance?" Raven asked surprised.

"I do not know a lot of dances... but I was forced to learn some of them because of my duty as a Princess," Starfire had moved on to Raven's hair and quickly finished.

"Does Robin know anything about this?"

"I do not believe so... friend Cyborg has informed me not to tell Robin for it is a surprise."

Raven cracked a smile, "This will be amusing."
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At exactly on the dot, Robin knocked on Starfire's door. He waited patiently with a bouquet of flowers in one hand while the other was pulling the collar of his shirt, as if he was trying to swallow.

The door slid open and revealed a very pretty sight before him. Her hair was set into its original style; her face was completely natural looking except for faint pink blush on her cheeks. She wore a fuchsia dress that stopped just a little higher than mid-thigh. There were two layers of fabric from waist line to below that consisted of a light pink, transparent ruffle over the fuchsia dress and to top it off she wore the same colored high heels. He recognized her only accessory and smiled warmly to her. "I got you th-this," the boy wonder stuttered.

Starfire flashed a dazzling smile that left the boy breathless. She took them happily and observed her date. His hair was slicked back to his signature spiky hair as usual; nonetheless, he still looked handsome. He wore black dress pants and a matching jacket with only two buttons on the bottom of the jacket so it could reveal his indigo dress shirt. Lastly, he wore a pair of shiny, black dance shoes.

"Thank you for these beautiful floral arrangements," she giggled.

"They're not as beautiful as you are tonight." Robin blushed when he realized what his mouth slipped.

Starfire blushed as well. "You are very handsome tonight, Robin," she complimented back.

He pulled the collar of his dress shirt once more as if the shirt was limiting the amount of oxygen he took with each breath. He cleared his throat right after. "Right... I believe we have a dance to go to." Robin offered Starfire his arm and she took it willingly, her other arm still carrying the bouquet.
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The couple walked into the ops room where a nervous boy waited. "Uhh... Beast Boy?" the leader asked.

Beast Boy jumped at the call of his name. "Y-yeah?"

"Perhaps you should take the chill pill?" Starfire suggested with a giggle. Robin chuckled along with her.

"You should pick her up," Robin said after he regained his composure.

"R-right..." the changeling swallowed.

"Beast Boy?" Starfire called to the changeling. He was just at the door when she called out to him.

"Yeah Star?"

"Do not worry. You look handsome. I am sure Raven will, how you say, become a puddle of your appearance?"

"Melt at the sight of me," the changeling corrected. "Thanks Star, I feel better now." He offered her a smile. "You look good yourself, sis. You got yourself a good date, Robin." The door closed behind him as he scampered off to Raven's room.

Robin rubbed the back of his head, blushing. "R-right. Let's get those flowers in a vase," he changed the subject. His pretty date giggled lightly and assisted him.
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Beast Boy rubbed his head gingerly as he reran what he was going to say with her over and over in his head. C'mon Beast Boy! You got this! He encouraged himself.

He was at Raven's door before he knew it. Hesitantly, he reached out for the door and knocked. "Uh...Raven...?" he called out. No response. "Raven?" he called out again. The door slid open, slim enough to put his left hand on the sliding door and push it aside.

There by the window stood a graceful woman. Her back turned to the green teen as she gazed happily at the sky. The beautiful picture before him brought a smile on his own face. "Wow..." he whispered. She heard him and turned with a smile. Awestruck by her beauty, Beast Boy forgot the words that he had desperately rehearsed minutes ago.

She wore a long lavender dress that reached the floor, slightly covering her lavender high heels. The top part of the dress was created as if a super long lace of fabric overlapped one another and sewn together, but left her shoulders and back bare. Around the waist was a white sash belt that held the intricate shirt to a beautiful, silky skirt. It was designed with a white flower at the bottom of her back with several others that followed after it. Her hair was tied up into a high pony-tail-bun, the excess of her hair clung freely to the back of her head while the short pieces of her hair hugged her oval face. Her fringe was arranged to the right of her head with a small lavender clip. Her eyes were smoldered with pink eye shadow. As a result, it brought out her shining violet eyes that appeared to match her dress. Around her neck are two laces of fabric of the same color. She completed the look with white gloves that reached midway of her biceps.

She had her hands posed on her thighs, her arms slightly bent, as if she was expecting him.

"Raven... you... I mean," the boy babbled as he took his left hand off the door. He walked up to her and she fully turned herself to face him. "You look beautiful..." he stammered.

"Thanks..." she said lightly. "You do yourself... for once."

"C'mon Rae, you know I look good everyday!"

Beast Boy was, in fact was handsome, more than he gave himself credit for. He wore a tuxedo. A buttoned up white dress shirt and matching bow tie. The black jacket was left unbuttoned and clung to the side over his black dress pants and shiny black shoes. He also wore white gloves. His hair was his usual signature hair, but it appeared clean and fresh instead of his usual tousled, bed-head.

"I suppose," she observed.

"Sorry about my hair, I ran out of cheap gel," he joked when he noticed her eyeing his hair.

"Ask Robin," Raven joked along. They shared a little laugh before Beast Boy stopped.

"Hey! You're finally laughing!" Beast Boy smiled.

"Don't get used to it," she pressed.

He merely shrugged it off and offered his arm, which she hesitantly took. He escorted her out to the ops room with the other couple and waited for Cyborg's return.
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Part 1: TT: ASBEA: Dance With Me Pt 1
It was another average, boring day at the tower for Jump City's famous Teen heroes. No villain was in sight let alone attacked the city. Each teen were busy in their respectable rooms minding their own business.

Robin worked out in the gym, increasing and strengthening his abilities for upcoming fights. Starfire played with Silky in her room, cuddling and bonding with her mutant pet. Raven meditated inside her dark room. Beast Boy and Cyborg played aggressively on their videogames in the ops room.

"Ugh… dude! No fair you knocked me off the road!" Beast Boy whined when his player fell into the ocean.

"It is fair. That's how you play Su

Part 3: TT: ASBEA: Dance With Me Pt 3
ATTENTION ALL READERS! PLEASE READ MY DESCRIPTION BOX FIRST! I have provided links for the music I used in this story. The second image's link is also there! Thank you again for reading!

P.S. After the italicized paragraph is describing the dance move Robin and Starfire did during that specific part of their dance!

ENJOY!~ :squee: :la:

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They squeezed in the back seat, the girls half sat on their date's lap. Cyborg and Bumble Bee shared devious looks and laughed softly. He held her hand throughout the whole drive to the ball.
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Once there, the Titans approached two grand doors along with two built b


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"And in other news, local book sales have reached an all-time high, thanks to the most popular author in the country. That's right - Rachel Roth, number one on the Gotham City Times bestselling author list for the last three months - has readers of all ages running to the stores, her books practically flying off the shelves. After her last five hit books made millions of dollars in profits, Rachel Roth announced last week that she was working on the second book to her 'Darkness'</u> trilogy. Rumors are spreading about what could possibly be next for the beloved gang in the newest book of the series. Nothing has been confirmed yet, but fan sites are exploding with forum discussions, fanfictions, and encouraging messages about how they just can't wait to see what happens next. I'm Sarah Baker, Jump City News, and we'll be right back after these messages from our sponsors."

I'm sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book, trying to block out the TV. Since when did anyone here watch the news? Not that I minded, the too-perky voices of all the roaming reporters and newscasters gave me a headache. There was a faint noise in the background - some sort of mattress advertisement - and then the low volume of the atmosphere was broken once again by the green changeling.

"NO WAY! Did you hear that?! Rachel Roth is writing a new book! She's amazing! I love her books, they're so awesome!"

I looked up from my novel and shot Beast Boy a look, raising one eyebrow. "Really? You've actually read Rachel Roth's books? As in, picked up the pieces of paper and looked at the words?"

Cyborg snickered, but Beast Boy crossed his arms and tried his best to look offended. "Yes, Raven. Despite what you might think, I can read, you know."

I smirked. "'Despite?' Woah, better watch it there, Beast Boy. You don't want to hurt yourself."

He huffed, and sat further down into the couch. I know that I wasn't being nice, and that Beast Boy was a lot more intelligent than everyone gave him credit for, but I couldn't help it. It was just too funny seeing his lip swell out as he pouted; the expression on his face completely at odds with that of one who saves the world of a daily basis. I felt a little bad for putting him down, but a tiny part of me couldn't help but smile.

"I must agree with friend Beast Boy," Starfire piped up, shifting the attention of everyone in the room to her. "Rachel Roth is an exquisite author; her books are most intriguing. Other than the rather well, dark back-story, I do quite enjoy her newest book 'Darkness', and am quite curious as to what she will make happen next."

"You read 'Darkness'?" Beast Boy exclaimed, his earlier depression now forgotten. "Wasn't it awesome? It's my favorite book, I can't wait until the next one comes out!"

Beast Boy and Starfire suddenly got into a very animated discussion about the book, discussing their favorite parts of the story. I just sat there, looking in their direction with a far-off expression, still shocked that my teammates had read the books, let alone loved them. After a few seconds a certain question pulled me from my musings.

"Do you think that this time she will do the 'book-signings'?" Starfire asked, her eyes glittering with hope.

"I highly doubt that," I butt in, causing my teammates to look at me. After a second I hastily tacked on, "Considering how she hasn't done it before. She could have done it for any of her previous books, and made a lot of money from it too. If she hasn't done one yet then she obviously has some sort of reason."

Begrudgingly Starfire accepted this answer, her eyes slightly dimming. That is, until Beast Boy asked her what she thought would happen in the next book, distracting her with thoughts of the next adventure to come.

I returned to my reading, feeling I had done enough damage for today. A few minutes later I was pulled from my novel once again by the green changeling's words.
"Hey, Raven. You like reading; have you ever read any of Rachel Roth's books?" The question shocked me, bringing my surprised eyes to meet his emerald orbs. There was a split second of silence before I responded.

"I suppose it would be rather hard for me to not come across her work eventually." I replied, not exactly giving an answer to the question.

Beast Boy seemed like he couldn't exactly distinguish what that meant either, and continued to pursue me.

"So," he started, "what books of hers have you read? I've read all of them."

I highly doubt that, I thought.

"I couldn't say," I settled on saying, "I've lost track."

In truth, I had. 'Rachel Roth'  had started writing millions of different ideas for books, only a few of which hadn't been tossed almost immediately.

Not giving Beast Boy any chance to further the conversation, I closed my book - I didn't care, I had read it before - and headed to my room. I was out the door before he could even come up with the next words to come out of his mouth.

I walked to my room, thinking about this newest development. If the titans were Roth fans, it would make a lot of things harder. Although, I thought, at least now Beast Boy is reading something other than comic books.

In my head I could practically hear Beast Boy's reaction should he hear me say such a thing.

Sorry, I amended sarcastically in my head, now you just read 'graphic novels'. Although to me, they were still practically the same thing.

Once inside my room, I walked straight to the bookshelf built into my wall, and re-shelved the book in my hand. Slowly walking a couple steps to my left, I ran my hand across the spines. I looked at the collection furthest to the left. One first-edition copy of each of Rachel Roth's published books sat side-by-side on the shelf. After all, is it not perfectly normal, to take pride in one's work?

Okay, so I had - like - NO plan on updating this week, until this idea popped into my head. Yay spontaneous imagination! So, I wrote and pretty-fied this up all for you guys, I hope you like it! I kind of forget the exact inspiration for this one, but I think it was a joke on how people try to write about their lives to try and make a story. Anyone see one of those movies about someone who tried to become an actor? Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, I hope you guys had an awesome week. (Has it only been a week? So much has happened!) Enjoy!

 

(Feel free to skip this paragraph, it is completely pointless.) Also, I really can't stand mattress commercials. There's really no point in saying this, but still. I hate them. For some reason my town has more mattress stores than places to buy an alcoholic drink - that's kinda weird - and they all insist on having their own home-made terrible commercial. There are also more churches than schools, almost over double... but then again I've already established that I live in a weird town. Okay, there's your dose of completely randomness for today. Enjoy the chapter!

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We constantly disagree…  Can never let each other just simply be…

We inevitably hate…  Hoping someone will make the first mistake…

We endlessly fight…  Just put us together and I promise we’ll bite…

We persistently feud…  Being ever so shrewd…

We naturally loathe…  Pride and life-- by the end of it you’ll be lucky to have both…

We boundlessly provoke…  Even with a gesture as simple as a poke…

We ceaselessly despise…  Waiting on the others sheer demise…

We limitlessly mock…  Any hour of the clock…

We eternally dispute…  Raging over the same damn suit…

We continuously daunt…  Only to bitterly taunt…

We repeatedly wrangle…  We’ve knotted together so often that we’re a tangle…

We unlimitedly differ…  And our opinions are only getting stiffer…

We perpetually deject…  Even at times calling each other a reject…

 

Truth is we diverge and vary upon just about every trivial thing…  It doesn’t matter if you’re Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood or even Nightwing…

The one thing in this life we shared in common wasn’t the training of martial arts or the plain “R” across our hearts…  It was Batman…  From now back to the start…  He…  He was always the biggest part…

He made us brothers…  

Thicker than blood even if we tend to call it just mud…  We may not always act like it, but honestly we’re buds…

Kin of the mask conveying different tasks, though within the cloak of night together we bask…  And what we have in common perfectly…  Just take a look in the Gotham sky…and you needn’t further ask…

 

We constantly save…  When assembled we are most brave…

We inevitably protect…  A hint of bond you’re bound to detect…

We endlessly support…  At least when we don’t thwart…

We persistently aid…  Forever and together we’re unafraid…

We naturally serve…  A similar case with an equal nerve…

We boundlessly strive…  Our will never to be deprived…

We ceaselessly stand…  Together an army, a family even after we pretend to disband…

We limitlessly defend…  To the most terribly end…

We eternally hope…  Forced to always cope…

We continuously play…  Dodging bullets that ricochet…

We repeatedly prowl…  Following the ways of the cowl…

We unlimitedly battle…  And can keep one another’s secret without a tattle…

We perpetually rise…  To the sound of innocent cries…

 

Brothers of the Bat…and nothing’s going to change that…

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...annnnd that's my first fan-fic/poem/thing-o-mo-bob-o... :icondontunderstandplz:

I was bored and having writers block on everything else so...guess this helped crack it a little. lol...

I love the Bat Boys...:iconloveloveplz:

Red Robin, Red, Hood, Robin, Nightwing, Batman, Gotham (c) DC Comics

Thanks for Reading!!!
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rrr...stupid literature tag won't switch into my new one... :{
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Robin! Jason Todd x reader
C/h - color hair
e/c - eyes color
y/n - your name
l/n - last name 
m/n - mother name
f/n - father name 

A c/h hair girl was tied up in a chair by the Riddler. Why did the Riddler kidnapped this girl,  her name is y/n l/n, her family is really rich beside Bruce Wayne so Riddler kidnapped y/n for ransom.

''You won't get away from this Riddler,'' y/n said. Riddler smirk. Till someone crash threw the window and it was no other then...Batman and Robin.

Y/n smiled. ''Stop them,'' Riddler shouted to his men. They all ran towards Batman and Robin. 

''Robin save the girl, I'll take down Riddler,'' Batman said and was fighting off the men. ''Right,'' Robin said. 

Soon when Robin get towards y/n. ''I knew you come back and we should stop meeting up like this, it's getting so embarrassing,'' Y/n said and blushed.

Robin chuckled and untied y/n. ''What about Batman,'' y/n asked. ''He got this, don't worry y/n,'' Robin said and picked her bridle style and ran out of the building. 

When the cops came and y/n's parents came and hugged y/n tight. Y/n hugged them tight too and then turned to the boy wonder.

''Thank you for saving me boy wonder, here's a gift,'' y/n said and kissed Robin. Robin blushed and kissed back.

Y/n then wrote something on a paper and give it to Robin. ''Call me maybe,'' y/n asked. Robin nodded and face was still red.

Soon Batman and Robin went in the batmobile and was gone.  Y/n smiled. ''Thank you Jason,'' she whispered and turned to her parents.

Later
After school, y/n saw Jason. ''Hey Jason wait up,'' y/n said and ran towards him. Jason turned and smiled. ''Hey y/n, glad your not hurt,'' Jason said.

Y/n nodded and smiled. ''Yeah I'm glad, hey want to hang out,'' y/n asked. Jason smiled. ''Yeah, let's go at my house and study,'' Jason said. 

Y/n smiled and nodded. ''Sure,'' y/n said. Soon Alfred came and picked Jason and y/n up and they went to Jason's house.

In Jason's room. 
''Hey Jason,'' y/n said. ''Hmm,'' Jason said. ''Thanks,'' y/n said. ''For what,'' Jason asked. ''For saving me, I know your secret,'' Y/n said.

Jason was shocked. ''H-How did you,'' he begin. ''Know, come on Jason, I'm not an idiot,'' y/n said and put her hands on her hips.

Jason sigh. ''You can't tell anyone y/n,'' Jason said. Y/n smiled. ''I know, don't worry and Jason,'' y/n said. 

''Yes y/n,'' y/n said. ''I love you,'' y/n said. Jason face went red and smiled. ''I love you too y/n,'' he said and kissed her which she kissed back. 

Few Years past
Some Years past, y/n and Jason were dating. Y/n believe that he'll stay with her forever but she was wrong.

Today it's a funeral for Jason Todd. Because the Joker had killed him. Bruce and Alfred didn't know that y/n know so they told her that Jason was dead cause of an accident. 

Y/n couldn't believe it and was crying there. It was raining. Y/n was wearing black. ''I miss you Jason,'' y/n whispered and was crying. 
Extra ending
Some years past.  In a airport. A 19 year old c/h hair girl got out of the plane and look outside.

''I'm home,'' she said and grabbed her suitcase and walked towards the exit to find her van.
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My One and Only
By: Murof/RothGrayson Kydd


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The two little kids, already in their pajamas, ran through the hall late night. The youngest one had shoulder length purple hair and a small charka on her forehead. She had light pale skin and vibrant purple eyes. The other one, only one year older than her had black hair, almost covering his blue eyes.

Tag! You’re it, Raven.” The young boy gasped for his breath and he started to run again.
“No fair Richard!” Raven whined, not far behind Richard. She ran while holding a small teddy bear, Raven watched as Richard stopped at an open door.

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne. I’m sure Richard would enjoy his new home.” A middle aged woman said, shaking Bruce Wayne's hand.

“It's my pleasure Mrs. Williams.” Raven stopped behind Richard. He was shocked. He knew this day would come, but he didn't expect it so soon. He knew it was him, he was the only Richard in the place.

“What's wrong Richard?” the eight year old asked the year older boy.

“Shhh. Raven go back to our room. I’ll meet you there in a moment.”

“Okay.” She simply said. When she left, dragging the bear on the floor, Richard stayed to hear the rest of the conversation.

“Would you like to meet Richard, Mr. Wayne?” Mrs. Williams asked.

“I'd love to but I have a meeting tonight and I don't want to keep them waiting.” He smirked. “I’ll come for Richard tomorrow at 11 AM. Good night Mrs. Williams." With that he left, stumbling upon the young boy on the way.

“Excuse me son” Wayne patted him on the head. Not knowing it really was the boy he adopted, he was just being generous.

Mrs. Williams stepped out the door, catching Richard. “Richard! I was about to get you. We need to talk.”

Raven's POV

After Richard sent me to our room, I sat on my bed adjusting Bobby on the pillow. I waited patiently for Richard to come. This took him like ten minutes or so. He came through the door looking worried. I couldn't help being worried too. He’s my best and only friend here. He sat on his bed across mine, sitting on the edge.

“What's wrong Richard? You look like you've seen a ghost.” I jumped off my bed and sat next to him. He didn't say any thing, he just laid back.

“Nothing. I’m going to sleep.” He kicked his shoes off and got under the covers. I felt sad, something was wrong with him. I couldn't figure out what.

“Okay... Good night” I hesitated. He was silent...or maybe he fell asleep. I went to my bed and took my boots off, getting under the covers. Cuddling Bobby near me, I fell asleep...Waiting for the next day to come.


Next Day -- Normal POV


Bruce Wayne had come at the time he said. The man was punctual after all. Sitting on the chair with his legs dangling back and forth, Richard waited for the grown-ups to finish their work and chatter. Wayne made his way towards the young boy. He placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“Ready to go?” The billionaire asked. Young Richard turned away.

“Can I go say good-bye to my friend?” The boy was almost in tears.

“Sure. I’ll be here. Take your time.” Wayne offered. Jumping quickly off the chair, he ran to his room where he found Raven playing with Bobby on the floor. She turned to him, smiling.

“Hi Richard. Up for another game of tag?” She giggled, and then stopped. His face was serious and it usually scared her.

“Raven...” He paused for a moment.” I came to say good-bye” Raven eased up a bit.

“Oh. When are you coming back?” Those words seamed to pierce trough his heart.

“I'm not coming back Raven. Mr. Wayne has taken me in."

Raven seemed shocked, with no words to say. She stood up and walked in front of Richard.

“No!” Tears streamed down her face. “You can’t go!” She would miss the only friend who accepted her for who she was. He put her in a tight embrace.

“I'm sorry, Raven. I’m gonna miss you” He let his friend cry on his shoulder. Eventually she calmed down.

‘If you’re going to leave, please take Bobby with you. He needs a home too.” The stuffed animal was now in his hands.

“But Raven...” Her hand was placed over his mouth.

“It's okay Richard. Just don't forget me, okay?” He only nodded.

“Raven.” He paused again. “I’ll never forget you. You’ll always be my one and only.” He manage to confuse her, that was for sure.

“What do you mean?” He gently places his lips on her pale cheek. Giving her a small but meaningful kiss.

“I should go.” He left a crying Raven behind. He hugged the bear. “Don’t forget me, okay?" Those words seemed to ring throughout his head. “Never..." He answered mentally.

8 Years Later

It was her 16th birthday and her third year with the titans. And exactly one year after her fathers defeat, she was free from his torturing grasp. Free to express, something that had taken her some time to get used to. She also changed physically. Finally she let her hair grow past shoulder length. Her cloak and leotard are now white. She was at the top of the roof and just in time for the sun to set. She had already enjoyed her time with her friends. Example the party they made for her. She got presents from each titan. From Starfire she got make-up and cosmetics. Much to Raven's disgust. Beat Boy gave her a necklace with a heart locket. Cyborg gave her some books, half on mechanics and a few of Edgar Allan Poe's collection. Robin, he was missing in action. But she knew he remembered. Robin isn't one to forget.

Right behind her the door to the roof was opened. The shoes clanking on the ground gave him away.

“You didn't think I forget, did you?” He gave her his cocky grin handing her an average looking box wrapped in blue paper and a white ribbon tied up. “Happy birthday Rae.”

“Robin, you didn't have to.”

He placed the box on her hands.

“No I think I do. I figured this would be the best time to give it to you.” He stared at her. She had no idea what surprise that box would bring. She pulled on the ribbon and taking the paper off. She took the lid off and smiled. Inside there was a familiar stuffed animal and a card.” My One and Only...Remember? If You Don’t, Why Don't You Just Ask Bobby.” Her eyes were hot with tears. She clearly knew now.

“Richard?” She almost sobbed. He just smiled. "You remembered?" She hugged him, Robin wasn't really shocked. It was actually what he expected. Robin removed his mask for Raven to see, exposing icy blue eyes starring back at her.

"Yeah. Do you remember this?” He held her chin up close and leaned down, capturing her lips. They were the same way he kissed her last time, soft, warm and this time welcoming. Raven seemed to remembered by answering him with the kiss. He licked her bottom lip for permission to enter, granted within seconds but their kiss seem to last a lifetime. They pulled back for air. His forehead was against hers.

“You ran away, didn't you?” Robin laced his hands with hers. Making the box and the bear fall on the floor.

“I was looking for you.” She could feel his hot breath and was positive he felt hers.

“Well...You found me." There was a moment of silence.

"Richard?"

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Tag...You're it.” He laughed, gently letting go of her hands. She picked up Bobby from the floor and ran towards the door. Placing the mask back on, he ran behind her.

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[Edit] If by any chances i have a few mistakes in there, let me know, I'd do it 'cept im too lazy to go back and read it for the millionth time. -_- [Edit End]



This was the very first fic i ever wrote, and i really like it! :D I also had this one on FF.net but i may have forget to mention last time but i don't used it anymore. Well its a touching story that i decided to draw the very beginning of it and i started that drawing and i haven't gotten the chance to finish it. I actually tried to draw a background thanks to the tips from ~NRMStudios and ~rumbles

BTW ~NRMStudios is a fantastic artist that does not get enough attention! Really go visit his :gallery:

Anyway, you may or may not see it soon. I forgot where i left it ^^;

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Author's Note: So, I've been rewatching the series, gearing up for the relaunch this friday (SQUEEE!) and as I was watching 'Depths' this bunny started nibbling and I couldn't shake it. I had to write it. I didn't want to - man, I really didn't want to! - but I did anyway and here it is. I hate it. Uterly, totally, comlpetely, and all because it made me cry. I kid not. Full on sobbing while I wrote it and I really don't want to post, but I will anyway because they say misery loves company and so I'm taking you all down with me!

Enjoy!


The sharp intake of air was the first indication that things had gone wrong.

The battle on the beach came to an abrupt halt as the two powerhouses stopped, face to face and chest to chest.

No one moved, no one dared breathe.

And then Aqualad jerked his arm forward and plunged the blade of water completely through Nightwing's sternum and out between his shoulder blades.

"You lose," Kaldur hissed in his former teammates face and pulled the blade free of the now falling body.

"NO!" Batgirl screamed, ignoring the rocket as it exploded in midair and the Black Manta soldiers that followed Aqualad back into the ocean. She ran for her leader – her friend – and fell to her knees beside him.

There was so much blood…

She felt it soak into her gloves as she tried to staunch to flow only to realize he wasn't breathing. She tore off the bloody gloves and pressed her fingers against his neck, praying that there was something… nothing.

Overhead, the Bioship paused long enough to allow Superboy to leap to the sand below. He stared at Batgirl, fighting back the sobs as she administered CPR. "I – I don't hear his heartbeat…"

M'gann was beside them suddenly, tears welling in her eyes as she crumpled next Superboy, watching, waiting, praying…

Batgirl was weeping as she pulled back, hands blood and tears streaming from beneath her mask. "He's dead…"

.

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The League, the Team, dozens of heroes had beamed into the cave as the first reports of the mission came back. They had failed. Lagoon Boy had been captured. The missile had launched but exploded shortly thereafter.

And Nightwing was dead.

No one wanted to believe it. He was a Bat, for God's sake! He was their leader, the best of them. He couldn't possibly have fallen to a traitor!

And yet, they were all speechless as the Bioship landed in the hanger. Superboy was the first to step out, cradling a still weeping Batgirl against his side as they disembarked. That was the moment they knew.

"No," Robin had shook his head, staggering forward until he was beside the pair and gripping Batgirl's arms just a little too tightly. "No, say it's not true! It's not-"

She couldn't meet his eyes and that was when Miss Martian came out of the ship. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she moved stiffly, her hand brushing against the body covered in a dark blue sheet hovering next to her.

M'gann stumbled, seeing the mass of eyes staring at the form and her knees buckled beneath her. Impulse and the Flash were beside her in an instant, the flash catching her before she hit the floor and Impulse caught the body as it started to fall from her loss of control. His eyes were wide with horror when he realized what he was holding.

"It wasn't… he… not like this…" the younger speedster set his burden on the floor of the hanger and staggered back as he stared at the blood staining his hands. "This wasn't how…"

Robin was next to the body and moving the sheet aside. The skin was already ashen and waxy. The domino mask was still in place and with a visibly trembling hand Robin deactivated its defenses and slipped it off the older teens face. Nightwing's eyes – Dick's eyes – were closed. Blood flecked the corner of lifeless lips. There was no denying it, and yet…

Tim tore his own mask from his face, uncaring about secrets and identities, tossing it aside as his hand cupped his brother's cheek and his thumb wiped the stain away. "Come on Dick," he choked on lump in his throat. "Stop fooling around, big brother. Get up. "

Behind him, someone sobbed and Tim felt a hand on his shoulder trying to pull him back. "Timmy, please…"

It was Batgirl, he own mask pushed back as the tears fell unchecked.

"It's a trick, Babs," the boy whispered as the first tear fell from his eyes. "It… he's playing a trick. Tell him, Babs; tell he can get up now. Tell him!"

"Oh god, Tim, I'm so sorry," the girl sobbed, shaking her head and reaching for him again.

"No!" He bellowed, pushing her away. "No! He's not- He wouldn't do this! He wouldn't leave me! He wouldn't - No! God damn it, Dick, get up! Get up! Please, get up! Please, don't – Oh god, don't leave me! "

Unknown arms grabbed onto him and dragged him away. He spun on the person who dared take him from his brother and drove a vicious swing of a fist toward the large chest. It was caught easily and Conner pulled Tim to his chest and held the boy as he railed and sobbed and crumbled under the loss of the only family he had left.

.

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The atmosphere of the mountain was oppressive in its grief.

From behind closed doors the faint sobs and cries of Young Justice permeated the air. They had lost one of their own. Their leader, their mentor, their friend.

Their brother.

It was only because of this grief that the pulse of energy that sent everyone into unconsciousness went unnoticed. It came from outside the mountain, from beneath the waves the swept the beach. On its wake, he strode from the water with his burden over his shoulder.

He approached the entrance to Mount Justice and entered a series of numbers that did several things at once. The intruder alarms were deactivated, the camera feeds looped for the last few minutes, and a second pulse emanated from inside the mountain to ensure he would not be discovered.

He shifted the load he carried and entered the still familiar halls. It was nothing for him to navigate his way to the med bay where his prize resided.

He had not, however, anticipating there being others inside.

Tim Drake lay curled up against Conner, the Superboy's arms draped protectively around the younger hero. The sat in chairs pulled up beside the gurney where a body lay draped with deep blue cloth.

Guilt gnawed at his gut, but there was no backing out now.

He set what he carried on an empty bed an approached the body. He drew back the cloth and inhaled sharply through flared nostrils. His insides rolled and he battled to keep from throwing up at the image the body before him burned into his memory.

He moved quickly, retrieving a small syringe and need from a compartment in his black gauntlet and wasted no time in plunging it into the body's arm. He counted to twenty, then twice more. He began to worry he was too late when suddenly foggy blue eyes snapped open and the mouth parted as lungs drew in their first breath in hours.

Kaldur was pulling Dick up into a sitting position as the other teen regained his bearings. "I began to fear I had indeed killed you. You truly appear dead."

Coughing the stale breathe from his lungs, Dick gripped the Atlantean's arm in reassurance. "You don't want to know how much I paid for the illusion," he wheezed after a moment and reached up to the collar of his uniform. He plucked a small diamond from beneath the material and his image shimmered a moment before rippling away to reveal his true form, albeit a little pale and still covered in blood. "Zatanna's not the only one who can weave spells like this, but she would have done it for free if I had asked her."

"Why did you not, then?"

"Because no one else is going to know what we've done."

"No one?" Kaldur asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't even tell Batman our plan before he left," Dick admitted and rubbed at his face wearily. "I'm actually a little afraid of what will happen when he gets back and finds out I'm dead."

"Perhaps it best we let someone know the truth?" he responded, willing to play devil's advocate in the same discussions they had for the last year. Despite what Dick said now, Kal knew he would follow through.

And Dick did not disappoint.

He shook his head and slid from the bed as he started to strip of his stained uniform. "We need to do this quickly."

Kaldur nodded and silently went over to the table and retrieved what he had brought with him. Beneath the fold s of fabric was a latex replica of Dick Grayson, exact in every way down to every scar. He laid the dummy out on the bed while Nightwing removed the ruptured blood packs from his chest and back.

In minutes, Kaldur had the dummy dressed in Nightwing's bloodied uniform. He turned to his comrade and found the other man staring at the pair unconscious in the chairs. The look of regret and despair was plane on Dick's face and it tore at Kaldur's heart. "Nightwing, the stone?"

Dick started at the voice that interrupted his thoughts and turned away from the dried tear tracks that stained his little brother's face. Without a word he held the diamond out for Kaldur and the Atlantean placed it beneath the collar of the dummy's uniform. The image rippled and a moment later it appeared as Dick had when he lay on the table. Well and truly dead

"We must go," Kaldur told the teen. When Dick didn't move he placed a hand on his shoulder. "You can still back out, my friend." It was a sincere offer and one he almost hoped would be taken just to wipe such a broken expression from his friend's face.

Dick shook his head. "You father believes you murdered me on that beach tonight, Kal. If I turn up alive he'll know and you… No. I'm committed to this. I just wish," he looked over once more to Tim and Conner and sighed. "This could break him, Kal."

"He will understand, Richard," Kaldur tried to comfort his friend. "When all is said and done, he will understand why we have done what we have."

"Maybe," Dick said with one last look to his little brother before turning to walk out of the infirmary, "but he'll never forgive me."

The pair walked out of the mountain, Dick looping a charm around his neck that hid him away. His skin darkened, his hair lightened and his eyes faded into a soulless brown. The changes were subtle, but enough that he would be unrecognizable. No one knew him as Dick Grayson, and for as long as it took no one else would.

Kaldur summoned his sub to the surface while the now disguised Nightwing sealed the mountain entrance again. He entered a series of codes that had been in place since their plan began to take shape a year ago and he was confident that no one inside would be the wiser.

"Renegade," Kaldur called, using the name of the persona that Dick had been building over the last few months. "It's time to go."

An evil bunny that I had to exorcize, so I'm sharing it all with you.

Depth AU Part Two: Event Horizon
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