Prompt 4: Purple

Raven's color was purple. It always had been, and it probably always would be.

Her eyes were violet, her hair a mere shade lighter. Cyborg had once commented that her room looked as though someone had drenched the walls and furniture, not to mention her wardrobe, in various shades of indigo. Hell, even her shampoo was a soft lavender color. It was almost common knowledge, not just to her fellow Titans but to any and everyone who'd ever heard of the team. Robin was red. Cyborg was blue. Beast Boy was green. Starfire was orange. And Raven?

Raven was purple. That was the way she liked it.

The empath touched the smooth silk of the strapless dress that hugged her small frame; ran her thumb along the hemline that barely skimmed her knee. Starfire had helped her pick the dress out for this particular evening, insisting that it looked wonderful on Raven, but she almost felt uncomfortable in it. She wasn't used to being so…exposed, and she longed for darker, more familiar colors. But maybe, like Starfire had said, it was time for a change, no matter how unnerving the change might be.

"Raven?" A knock came from her door. "You ready?"

"I guess," she let the cold slab of metal slide to the left, even more anxious than when she had first put the dress on. Robin stood before her, and she could immediately feel his gaze tracing her figure, eyeing the dress in particular. Raven regarded her boyfriend with a small smile at his slow reaction. "Do I look ridiculous?"

"Hardly," the Titan leader took her hand and kissed her fingertips, and Raven could feel a blush creeping across her cheeks. "You look…special."

"Special?" She raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Yeah. Special."

Out of the corner of her eye, Raven could see Starfire peeking at them from behind her bedroom door. She was smiling. And winking, something Beast Boy had taught her how to do ages ago. And at that very moment she knew and was glad that tonight, her color wasn't purple.

It was a silky, beautiful crimson red, a color that made her look, and perhaps even feel, special.

Let go, it's gonna be alright.
-Hold On/BWitched-