Ok! So this is obviously a very overdone trope, but I had to give it a go. I'm not really sure if I should continue with this, so depending on the response from this chapter I'll decide if I'm going to or not. I hope you guys like this, it was just one of those things that came to me and I had to write it down. Also, for this story the titans are all a little older, around their early 20's. They are no longer the 'Teen' Titans, only the Titans now. Alsooo, Robin is now Nightwing, and Beast Boy is now Changeling.
Oh, and obviously I own nothing but the plot.
All month Raven had been anxiously anticipating when her body would betray her. Ever since the first time it had happened to her she had taken great precaution. The monks on Azarath had warned her that this would be something she would have to deal with most of her life, and she knew that even the slightest misstep could cost her everything. And that was why every three months, for the week she was in heat she locked herself in her room, feigning sickness. Her teammates had no reason to disbelieve her, and so they never questioned. She thought Robin would eventually put the pieces together that something was going on, because he was always so perceptive, but he hadn't, for which she was ever grateful. She was also grateful that her biology was different than earth mammals. She couldn't imagine having to deal with this every month, every 3 months was hard enough.
She was resting on her bed, having already decided that today she would start the quarantine. She knew that sometime in the next 24 hours it would begin, and then she would be stuck in her room completely. She had bought an electric tea kettle, and stocked up snacking food. She knew she would have to leave her room for bathroom breaks and for meals, but she would need to limit those excursions as much as possible.
The alarm sounded, flooding her room in a blood red glow. She shuddered at the sound, setting down her book next to her on the bed. She stared at the alarm on her wall, willing it to stop, and when it didn't she flopped back on the bed with a groan. She shot back up at a loud banging on her door. With her powers she pressed the 'Open' button, revealing a flustered looking boy wonder.
"Did you not hear the alarm?" He asked, slightly out of breath. Raven stared at him. Obviously she heard it, it was impossible not to. Noticing her stare he sighed. "Well then why aren't you moving?"
"I.. I'm not feeling well." She said, her annoyance building slowly.
"You look fine. We need you, there's a hostage situation down at the bank."
"Now, Raven! We gotta go!" He cut her off and, not waiting for her reply, ran down the hall.
'I.. I can make it. I have enough time.' She thought to herself, nodding her head in affirmation. She grabbed her cloak and secured it around her neck before centering herself and teleporting outside the bank in downtown Jump. She was the first to arrive, and she took in her surroundings. There were three lines of police, several with riot shields, as well as the chief of police. They all looked relieved to see her, and she nodded to them reassuringly. She glanced up in the sky and she could vaguely make out the outline of Starfire and Changeling. Knowing they were close by and would be there any minute, she phased through the wall of the bank. She found herself luckily behind a pillar, and peeked out to see the situation. There were 5 men in masks, all with guns. 2 were in the vault, already emptying the contents into large duffle bags. 2 were standing guard over the hostages, and the last man was standing by the vault door, talking to someone on a walkie talkie. He was clearly the boss of the whole production. Raven couldn't make out what was being said, but she began to edge around the pillar anyways. She didn't want to start the fight just yet, and she knew stealth would be her best option until the others arrived. She noticed another pillar closer to the men and decided she would try her luck. She teleported to the pillar and held her breath, hoping she had remained unnoticed. Peering around the pillar to check, she came nose to chest with one of the masked men.
"Didn't nobody ever teach ya? It ain't nice to spy on people." The man growled as he jabbed her in the stomach with the butt end of the gun. Her head felt dizzy and she almost fell to her knees as she clutched her stomach in pain. "The Titans are here, boss!" The thug yelled, and Raven grimaced. 'hopefully they will be, soon.' She thought anxiously. The man grabbed her by her hair, yanking her forward with such force that she went tumbling into the crowd of hostages. She reacted instinctively, her training kicking in as she rolled into an upright position until she was crouched, poised and ready for attack.
"You're gonna wish you hadn't done that." Raven muttered under her breath.
"What did you say to me, bitch?" The masked man retorted. He lifted his gun so it pointed right at her.
Just then the rest of the Titans came crashing through the wall to her left. Starfire, seeing her friend in danger, began throwing starbolts at the man. The battle that then broke out was riotous. Cyborg and Nightwing were double teaming the boss, Starfire and Changeling were each fighting a masked man. Raven began ushering hostages out side to the police, shielding them from falling debris and stray bullets as they went.
She had just made her third and last round of helping the hostages to safety when she noticed the two men that had been putting money in the duffle bags were loading the bags into a van around back. She teleported so she was right behind them, and encased the bags of money in her magic.
"The only place you're going to be going is jail." She deadpanned as both men whirled around to face her.
"Is that so?" one of the men retorted, and she could almost hear the smirk in his voice. She frowned, and just as she was about to reply, one of the men pulled out a shock stick and hit her directly in the stomach. The electricity hit her hard, and sent her flying backwards. She let out a cry of pain and stars danced behind her eyes. The bags of money were thrown in free fall as her magic lost its hold on them. The cash flurried down around them, and the men quickly began to grab it from the air and ground. Raven tried to push herself up, wincing and gasping for breath as she did so. She looked down and saw her uniform torn across the front, leaving her pale grey skin visible. The tear stretched from her navel to her hip, and the air felt cool against her burned skin. Her eyes glowed in anger, and she tried to rein in her emotions. The last thing she needed was to level the street in her wake. She managed to pick herself up shakily, and leveled a glare at the two men.
"You really, really picked the wrong day to piss me off." She mumbled to herself, and reached out her hand, encasing the van in her magic. The men turned to her again, and this time one of them held a gun. Still wincing in pain, she vaulted the van through the air. Just as the van landed down the street with the screech of metal being crunched, the man with the gun pulled the trigger. Raven dodged just in time, and the bullet only grazed her cheek. She fell to the ground for what felt like the hundredth time that day, catching herself on her arms. Letting out a loud growl of anger she whirled around to face the men.
"This has gone on long enough!" her voice dripped with venom. She encased both men with her magic and pushed, until they each passed out from the pressure forcing the air from their lungs. She smirked, and then groaned as the adrenaline began to wear off and she felt the scorched skin on her stomach and the blood that dripped down her cheek from the bullet. She let her cloak fall around her to hide her bare stomach, and then levitated to where the police were. She dropped the men there, and nodded to the police chief, who nodded back to her. Most of the police were gone, having taken the hostages to a safe distance. She turned back to the bank just in time to see the fight spilling out onto the streets. Nightwing and Cyborg were still fighting the boss, and Starfire and Changeling were now fighting one of the men, the other having been knocked out. Raven began to levitate to where the unconscious man was, intent on taking him to the police like she had with the others, when out of the corner of her eye she saw Changeling being thrown back by a blast from a shock stick.
Without even thinking, she reached out and caught him. What she wasn't anticipating, though, was the way he knocked into her with such force that it sent them both spiraling from the air towards the ground in free-fall. Further, she didn't anticipate the way his hands cupped around her head so she didn't smack it on impact. Or the way they hit the ground tumbling, until finally they came to a stop, with him fully on top of her, jumbled legs and breathless. Or the way she could feel his breath against her neck and his stubble on her cheek in a way that sent shivers down her spine. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt his thigh brush against a place she wished it hadn't.
He pushed up to look at her, eyes wide and apologetic for hurting her.
"I-" He began to say, but she cut him off and tried to stop the spinning of her head.
"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it, what are friends for." She put a hand against his broad chest, intent on making him get off, but paused as she felt his muscles tense at her touch. His eyes locked on hers and for some reason she couldn't make herself move. his hands were still cradling her face protectively, and one of his thumbs brushed the edge of her cheek absentmindedly. She swallowed as she saw his pupils dilate, and knew he was just as affected as she was. For some reason, her fingers ran along his toned chest of their own volition. His thumb continued its journey across her cheek and jaw until it was lightly brushing over her bottom lip.
Just then, a car exploded down the street as Starfire's starbolts cascaded in a flurry of fury against their opponents, effectively startling both of them and breaking the spell. Her arms regained both strength and original motive as she pushed against his chest, making him move. Her eyes were wide as she stood and pulled her cloak protectively around herself, both angry at herself for slipping and disappointed that it had ended. He stood too and stared at her, waiting for her to make the first move. Instead, like the coward she knew she was, she phased through the ground, teleporting back to her room in the tower.
It was dusk before the rest of the team got back, and by that time Raven had healed herself, taken a shower, made herself some tea, and curled up on her bed with a book. She knew she should feel bad about leaving mid-fight, but she couldn't have trusted herself then and she knew it wasn't worth it to try. She thought she could handle it.. handle herself. But she had been wrong. 'Nearly tearing off your teammates clothes in the middle of a fight does not constitute as handling it.' She thought to herself. 'That's what you get for taking a risk.' She knew she should have played it safe. She knew that she knew better. She would just have to take more precautions, that's all.
There was a knocking at her door for the second time that day, and she was in no mood to answer it. She continued to read, ignoring the noise. When the knocking got more persistent she glared at the door angrily. She sighed, and tossed the book she was reading onto the bed unceremoniously.
"Who is it?" She called, her monotone hiding any hint of her annoyance at being disturbed.
"It's me." Changeling's muffled voice came through the door. She shook her head. She knew she would have to deal with him eventually, but she thought maybe he'd have given her at least the night to gather herself. She stood from the bed and walked over to the door, but didn't open it.
"Leave me alone, Changeling." She said, and leaned against the door.
"We really need to talk, Raven." He said, his voice muffled from the door. "Really."
"No, we really don't." Raven felt herself getting more annoyed. Why wouldn't he just leave? "You need to leave me alone."
"If you don't let me in I'm just going to say what I have to say out here, for anyone passing by to hear." He said, threatening her with the possible humiliation she knew he was capable of. She let out a low growl. She pressed the 'Open' button on the doorway and crossed her arms. The door slid open to reveal Changeling, his hair mussed and a scrape along his jaw from the fight. His uniform was still dirty, and he looked tired.. 'And sexy,' She thought, and then reprimanded herself. 'Seriously though.. who gets sex hair after a fight?' She shook her head, clearing her thoughts.
"What is it then?" She snapped, her anger at not being left to herself slowly bubbling to the surface.
"I.. I know what's happening to you." He said, and jumped a little bit when the door hissed closed behind him. He walked further into the room until he was standing directly across from her, a few feet of distance between them. Her eyes widened, and then narrowed.
"What?" She asked, her voice low and her gaze locked on him.
"I know what's happening to you..." he paused, "because for some reason it's happening to me too." He replied, his jaw tightening in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Raven continued to stare at him stupidly, his words not really registering to her. When she didn't respond he sighed and continued talking. "I think.. whatever is happening with you has triggered something in me."
"I'm sorry, what now?" Raven replied.
"I said I think whatev-"
"No I know what you said but what in gods name do you mean." Raven bit out, her emotions volatile. He was silent for a moment and then dropped his gaze to the floor.
"Male animals... can sense when female animals are in heat. And.. not that you're an animal, but.. but I guess it works for demons too... and, well- " He mumbled, only inflating her irritation.
"Spit it out." She bit out, surprised by her own voice. She hadn't meant to sound so hard, but her annoyance was bubbling over and she was having a hard time controlling herself as it was. 'See, this is why you quarantine yourself' She thought, exasperated.
"I'm saying that I know you're in heat, and now because of that, I sort of am too." He said, and now his voice was equally hard. His jaw was clenched and his hands were balled into fists.