#brweekday4

It was 3am and Raven was exhausted, the night patrol had taken more out of her then usual. She landed on the roof of the tower sore, her powers spent and wanting to pass out. That was the plan just make it to her bedroom and collapse. At least it was until she got to kitchen and the smell.

It was heady, sweet and robust. It was coming from a large pot on the stove slowly simmering.

“Good Evening Welcome to Logan’s miss your table is right this way.” Beast Boy said back strait a dish towel draped over his for arm, and wearing a bow tie.

“Gar what is this I am too tired for jokes”

“It’s not a joke its dinner.” He said holding out his hand and she took it. Beast Boy half lead/dragged her to the table.

“Here you are” he said as he got her to her seat. He went all out. The table that normally was covered with Pizza boxes, now had a simple table cloth, two plates of rigatoni still steaming and small basket of bread. She just sat there not sure what to make of this.

Beast Boy came back to the table this time with the pot and the ladled sauce onto both plates before disappearing again.

A moment later he sat two stemmed glasses full of ice water.

Still in waiter mode “Now let’s see something is missing. You have your entrée, bread, and your beverage…oh yes!” He then pulled the bow tie off his neck and threw it and the towel over his shoulder and flopped into his seat in front of the other plate. “Your charming dinning companion. Enjoy your meal.”

“You can cook?” she asked the shock waking her up a bit.

“Try some, and you tell me”

The aroma pulled at her and her body started screaming for nourishment.

“If there is tofu in this you are going to pay for it later”

“Wow Rae you must be tired that was a pretty week insult” He took her hand and gently placed it around her water glass. She started taking a sip but her dry throat had other plans and gulped it down. Beast Boy traded glasses with her and went to fill the empty one.

She went to the well where she drew her sharp comebacks and found it as dry as her throat. Raven wanted to say something, this was so cliché, and corny, and she knew he must have got the idea form some bad romantic comedy he watched with Starfire. Yet he took the time and did this for her, it might not have been original but it was sweet.

She just looked at Beast Boy, a sly smile on his face.

“Two kinds of tomatoes, herbs, portabella mushrooms, some bell peppers, and olive oil. No Tofu Rae now please eat”

She relented and soon her plate was clean

“You can cook.” She said feeling much better.

“Well Alton Brown and the internet helped but yea.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“Well I wanted to make you something other than Waffles, and night patrol sucks”

“What other talents are you hiding?

“If I didn’t think you would pass out during I would also make you desert” He said with a reckless look in his eyes “but right now…”

With that Beast Boy got up and scooped Raven into his arms, and started carrying her to her room.

“Put me down”

“Sure Rae as soon I get you to bed”

“You…I'm…”

“Momma I love you, and I promise you can insult me all you like tomorrow but right now let your boyfriend tuck you in” Raven didn’t even make it to the room. She was fast asleep in Beast Boys arms.

Day Four: Poetry

Well, I’ve noticed no one has really published a poem for today. So I thought I’d be the first today. This is one of the first styles of poems I learned almost four years ago. So I am hoping that everyone will like it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Teen Titans.

Ode to a Raven

Ode to a Raven

A girl filled with great power.

At the cost of feeling for life.

To forever help out those around her.

While struggling to help herself on the inside.

An ode to a Raven.

The dark abode where she resides.

As creepy a place as you’ve ever seen.

But compared to the places I’ve been to.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

An ode to a Raven.

Her lips are as gray as cement.

Her tongue as sharp as a snake’s.

But behind the sarcastic personality she hides behind.

Is a small girl, afraid of the world.

Too afraid of her own smile.

An ode to a Raven.

Dark and creepy she is called by some.

Mysterious and enchanting is what I think.

As hidden deep within that blue hood of hers.

I can see nothing, but her great internal beauty.

An ode to a Raven.

She covers herself in a long cloak.

Too afraid to let the others see what’s underneath.

But to me, I really don’t mind.

As her beauty is hidden from everyone, but me.

An ode to a Raven.

She has her own demon to conquer.

One as unrelenting as mine.

Day by day, they battle it out.

With her emerging victorious almost each time.

An ode to a Raven.

She speaks in a monotone voice.

As gravely as the ground beneath your feet.

Yet, every time she lets the littlest emotion into it.

It is as lovely as an angel singing to me.

An ode to a Raven.

She closes herself off from others.

Too afraid of being rejected again.

If only I could just show her.

How I’d never reject her for what she is.

An ode to a Raven

Day by day, I pick at her walls.

Trying to get them to fall down.

Day by day, I chip a little more.

A bit off from her outer shell.

An ode to a Raven.

She has her own self esteem issues.

Given from a jerk inside a book.

Then again, if it hadn’t been for him.

She might have never noticed me.

An ode to a Raven.

Oh, how strong she acts on the outside.

When she is crumbling within.

Oh, how I wish I could go in and help her.

But this is a fight only she can win.

An ode to a Raven.

At times, she wakes up in the middle of the night.

Crying from the latest nightmare from the adversary.

But every time, I run in to comfort her.

To assure her that they are only what they are.

Nightmares to haunt the soul.

An ode to a Raven.

Sure, there are those times she loses control.

Times that are few and far between.

And boy is she scary whenever that happens.

But no matter what, I’ll always be there each time.

An ode to a Raven.

To save my angel from the clutches of hell.

Even if it comes at the cost of my health.

I’ll be there for you, my precious Raven.

You may think you’re alone, but you’re not.

An ode to a Raven.

It doesn’t matter how many times you lose to it.

How many times that evil consumes your whole soul.

I’m always there to help show. The best light, the best love, is always brightest.

Where the eternal darkness haunts your own soul.

An ode to my Raven.

Raven was tearing up, as she read the last few lines of her boyfriend’s poem. He was propped at his writing desk inside his room. It looked as if he had stayed up all night trying to write this, and had fallen asleep right after he had finished it.

Raven had came into his room that morning. Wondering why he hadn’t come out of his room for breakfast with the rest of the team. To find him fast asleep on his desk. The poem in front of his twitching hands.

Now, Raven was looking down at him, through the small tears in her eyes, with a small smile on her face. She gently moved the poem onto his desk again. Away from his face where drool was starting to gather.

She then walked over to his bunk bed. And grabbed a blanket from the bottom of it. Before she walked back over to Beast Boy. And put the blanket over his sleeping form. Taking extra care to make sure that he was comfortable.

She finally put a small kiss on his forehead. A tear still falling down her face. “Thank you, Gar. For never giving up on me… And I think you should know… since I never told you this before… I love you too.” She whispered into his ear.

She took a few more seconds to look over his sleeping form. Noting how adorable he looked in her mind. And then she composed herself. Putting her emotionless walls back up. Before she walked out of the room to tell the team Beast Boy was still asleep.

She didn’t notice the small smile that had appeared on his face after she spoke. Or thought that there could have been a chance that he would have possibly woken up for a few moments there. Disturbed when the blanket had been put over his form. To witness what she had said to him.

Right as the door slid shut. Beast Boy’s smile was still on his face. As his last thought before he fell asleep came to his mind. ’I love you too Rae…’

’…and it’s about time I got those walls of yours to come down.’

Author’s Notes:

Yay! I actually got this done before day Three! I’m not usually the best at poems. But I would appreciate what you guys thought! As I’ve only written one Ode before. It’s not on this site of course. It was for an assignment back in school. And I had it in three line stanzas. Not the four you see here.

Anyways, hope you liked it. Review as always. It made me extremely happy today to see the surge of reviews that came. Tomorrow is my second favorite day. Confessions and Drama!

Till Next Time

It had been an unusual day. Robin, perhaps being rather too excited about the 'leadership' books he had been reading, had insisted on the others taking team building exercises. The last few days they had been assigned to spend their free time with another of the team and then answer a question about something they had learned in that time. Beast Boy smiled as he remembered being asked what he had learned about Cyborg's likes and dislikes.

"He likes Jinx's short skirt. He dislikes when I point that out!" he had said through barely suppressed laughter. Today, however, he had spent his time with Raven, something he had looked forward to and dreaded in equal measure. It would be accurate to say he had a crush on the sorceress. It would also be accurate to say he was, on occasion, genuinely frightened of her or, more accurately, frightened of annoying her to the point of violent action. Despite his fears, though, they day had gone well, even if it had been surreal to say the least. He focused his attention on Robin as he spoke.

"Okay, today's question is: what is a talent your buddy has that you didn't know about before today?" Starfire squealed with joy.

"I have learned that Cyborg has a prodigious talent in needlework!" she cried. Cyborg shrugged.

"Only way I could get clothes to fit me. Anyway, I learned that Star is actually pretty handy with woodwork," he said. Starfire nodded gleefully.

"Yes! Royalty on Tamaran are trained as warriors but also symbolically educated in more constructive pursuits." she said. Robin nodded with a smile.

"Excellent! Good work, you two. Beast Boy? Raven?" Beast Boy squirmed and scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Ummm... welllllll... ya seeeee..." he said. Before Robin could insist, Raven, reading a book and barely paying attention to Robin's exercises, spoke instead.

"Turns out Beast Boy's a good kisser. Damn good."

After that, team-building went back to going out for pizza, and Raven made sure to help Beast Boy practice such a valuable talent.

Daft, but it made me giggle a bit.