drabble that krisk so kindly requested a while back. Hope you all enjoy it!
Garfield Mark Logan, or Beast Boy as most called him, aside from a certain half-demon who called him Gar, was searching through his drawers for a particular shirt he owned that was often used during the Titans once-a-month relaxed day.
Now at the age of eighteen, Beast Boy was an image many a woman would find themselves staring at, despite his green colored skin and hair. He had grown to be lean, muscular, and above all else, a bit more mature, though Raven would beg to differ.
Going back to the mild crisis at our changeling's hands, Beast Boy grumbled as he threw a few more t-shirts before finally giving up, “I know I didn't throw it in the laundry basket already...I just had it washed a few days ago...”
Beast Boy thought back on who had done their laundry recently. Starfire had hers done a week ago, so she couldn't be among them. Cyborg didn't wear any casual clothing, due to his cybernetic body, so he was out of the question as well. Robin...well, he liked doing his laundry separately, and he typically did it every second and fourth Thursday of the month. Today was Wednesday of the third week of the month, so that ruled him out as well.
That left one person. He sighed before getting up from his spot on the floor, and walked down the hall. He approached the darker part of the hall, and knocked gently on the door. He could hear the faint playing of acoustic guitar on a stereo speaker before a rather dull, “Come in.” was heard.
Beast Boy opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of Raven lying on her bed with a book in hands, a book lamp providing her with light in her otherwise dark room, “Hey, Rae. I have a question for you.”
Raven raised an eyebrow before nodding, “Go ahead.”
“Did you by any chance accidentally take my Rock Carnival 2007 shirt? I think it could be in your laundry pile, since we kind of did our laundry on the same day if I'm correct.”
Raven was quiet for a moment before turning back to her book, “....no.”
“You sure?”
“Uh huh.”
Beast Boy sighed, “Dang. That means it probably is missing somewhere in the tower. Maye I loaned it to Robin...no...probably not...”
“If I see it, I'll return it to you, Gar.” Raven spoke, looking over her book, “While your hear, I may as well ask the same thing. I'm missing some laundry as well. You see anything of mine?”
Beast Boy shook his head, “Nope. Sorry.”
Raven shrugged her shoulders, “Hm. Well, if you do, let me know.”
- - - - -
As soon as Beast Boy left the room, the door sliding shut behind him, Raven got up and walked over to her closet. She pushed aside a few of her cloaks before taking down a black shirt a few sizes too big. She sighed before looking at the front, the bold words Rock Carnival 2007 with a picture of an exploding guitar on the back.
Yes, Raven had lied to Beast Boy. Why?
She had ruled it out to infatuation. Well...maybe more than that. She adored Beast Boy, but being one who's powers could be unpredictable if emotions got involved, she didn't really let anyone know of this yet.
She held the shirt close to her, feeling relaxed as the ever-so-faint scent of her fellow teammate lingered on it. Eventually she'd have to return, and stop wearing it as an overnight shirt. She wasn't sure when that'd be, but she'd been getting a better hold of her powers and being able to express her emotions.
A book gave off a faint glow as the half-breed's familiar black aura surrounded it before sending it flying to the opposite wall. Raven sighed, shaking her thoughts free of the changeling. She'd have to meditate for awhile before leaving the room, she decided.
- - - - -
Beast Boy was busy folding the remainder of his clothes in the living room as he watched a special on wildlife of the arctic tundra. It was a repeat, but he liked using it for reference, should he ever find himself out in the middle of the frozen deserts of the north.
He absentmindedly set down a folded shirt before picking up the next article of clothing. He felt the fabric and size before looking down at it, and freezing in place.
There in his hands lay a bra. A purple one too. Well, maybe indigo would be more appropriate. Regardless, it was a woman's bra, and if he knew anything about sizes, it was a C- cup...at least that's what he believed it was on the tag.
He looked into his basket, only to see another similar bra and women's undergarments on the bottom of the pile. He began panicking, realizing who the articles of clothing likely belonged too. He gingerly set the bra aside, afraid that if he was too rough with it that he'd cause irreparable damage and cause the owner to appear suddenly and fling him out the nearest window via telepathic power.
“Whoa...Rae's a C? She hides it well...”
“Hides what well?”
Beast Boy froze in place a second time before slowly turning to face the last person he wanted to see at the moment, “Uh....h-hey, Rae. How are you doing?”
Raven raised an eyebrow, “Fine...what's wrong?”
“Er...” He could hear the voice inside his head telling him to run for what he was worth and hope to whatever higher power was watching him that Raven wouldn't catch on before he was outside the tower before attacking. Unfortunately, Beast Boy never listened to the voice of reason that often, “Um...I-I found some of your clothes. Must have gotten mixed up with mine, heheh...please don't kill me.”
Raven looked into her laundry basket before feeling a faint blush run through her face as she saw at least four bras, two undershirts, and two dark blue panties in the changeling's laundry basket. She could tell that Beast Boy was sincere, though, and hadn't taken them, “O-oh...um, thanks.”
The two were silently thankful that Robin and Starfire went out for a movie, and Cyborg was a car show with his own pride and joy on display. Otherwise the likelihood of them being seen in this predicament were pretty high, “Yeah...um, sorry about that.”
“I-it's fine. Um...can I have them back?”
Beast Boy grinned sheepishly, “Of course. I don't want you to think I'm a pervert or anything.”
Raven gave a deadpan look, “You are.”
“Am not!”
Raven smirked as she picked up her bra, “Hm. I'd beg to differ. I thought I saw you holding this up with mild fascination.” She picked up the rest of her clothes while speaking in her rather monotone voice, “Sounds like the traits of a classic pervert to me.”
Beast Boy felt his blush intensify, “W-well, yeah! I mean, I am a guy, after all...and...well, you're pretty hot...” He slapped a hand over his face as soon as the words left his mouth, “Oh, wow, sorry about that. You know how it is; it speaks before my mind can catch up with-”
“It's fine. I'm glad you like the way I look...” Raven spoke, her voice rather soft.
“Really?”
Raven was quiet while silently nodding, “Yeah.”
The two were quiet again, each just looking in a random corner of the room, “So...”
“So...?”
Beast Boy spoke quietly, “What do you think of me?”
“Don't get your hopes up.”
Beast Boy felt his jaw drop a bit while his ego was shattered, “B-but...”
Raven patted his cheek sympathetically, “Just because other girls like your looks doesn't mean I do. Besides, I find myself liking the person that you are, Gar, not the image.”
Beast Boy blinked several times while trying to process what she said, “Wait...so...?”
Raven was already heading back to her room, “You making dinner tonight?”
“Uh, yeah.” Beast Boy replied intelligently, “What do you want?”
“Tofu and pasta?”
Beast Boy nodded, “Sure thing.”
- - - - -
Dinner had been rather quiet. It'd be a few more hours for the others to return, seeing as Robin and Starfire wouldn't be home until late, and Cyborg had to make a six hour drive to get back from the convention in some small city south of where they lived.
Now Raven sat in her room, trying to figure out if she should return the shirt that had been bugging her all day. Part of her wanted to, that way she could avoid explanation and the inevitable awkwardness that would come with Beast Boy otherwise finding out she had been hiding it from him.
Though, another part of her, the much more quiet, yet passionate part of her that she had until recently ignored, said to instead ask if she could keep the shirt.
She closed her eyes while exhaling a breath she had been holding, went to her closet, and made up her mind before heading out to Beast Boy's room.
- - - - -
Beast Boy heard a knocking at his door. Opening, he was only slightly surprised to see Raven holding his missing shirt, “Aw sweet, you found-”
“It was hanging in my closet since it got out of the dryer.”
Beast Boy's mouth remained open after he was interrupted, giving him a rather comical look. He raised a single green eyebrow as he put all his confusion into a single word, “Huh?”
“Your shirt. I like it. I kept it with my other clothes.”
“Oh...um...okay...”
“Can I keep it?”
Beast Boy could sense it; the faint earnest tone in her voice. He grinned, “Why would you want something of mine?”
Raven decided to go for the blunt approach, “Idiot, I like you, that's why.”
Beast Boy again was grinning, “Really?”
“Can I have it or not?”
The changeling laughed a little, “Yeah, consider it yours. How about me? Can I have a few of your cloth-?”
“You better not be asking what I think you were going to ask.”
“...I wasn't...”
Raven gave a faint smirk, “Good. As far as that idea goes...maybe when we have more free time between the two of us...I'll let you see them.”
The blue-haired girl then did something that scared even her; planting a gentle kiss on the green skinned boy's cheek. She could feel her powers bubbling within her, and quickly ran to her room down the hall.
Raven smirked a bit more as Beast Boy stood at his doorway, a small trickle of blood coming from his nose. She prided herself in the fact that she was capable of making him shut up more often these days.
That night, Raven slept soundly in the over-sized Rock Carnival 2007 t-shirt while Beast Boy kept thinking about what Raven had said, smiling to himself the whole while and realizing that he had indeed become something special to the empathic girl.
He only hoped that she'd be able to keep her powers from breaking anymore light bulbs in the hallway every time she walked down to her room after talking to him. Although, he was pretty sure that the light pinch he felt on his rear earlier wasn't just his imagination.
The changeling grinned before rolling over, drifting off to a pleasant sleep, “Heh, she totally digs me...”