Fan Fiction ❯ Releasing Her Demons ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Releasing Her Demons

By: Jedi_Zea

Summary: Raven finally decides to join the other Titans in a game, but it's not a video game. She wants them to play Dungeons & Dragons and decides to share something about herself while doing so. PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, Dungeons and Dragons, any of the places I got my music from, or any other real things I may make reference to while writing this story. I do, however, own all the other characters except Natora, Saorise, Adrian, and Ivan Balthazar.

(Author Notes) I will be adding OC's to the story and if you want one, send me an email describing him/her/it. I'll have to look it over and send you a reply. I'm running out of room for OC's, at least hero/heroine OC's, so if you have a good OC send it in as soon as you can. If you have an evil OC send him/her in too, I need a couple of them.

Invader Scrooge: I'm assuming that's long walk just for this story. I'm glad you like it that much.

Chapter 14

Beast Boy yawned loudly, “I'm getting tired, mind if we call it a night?” he asked Raven.

Raven thought for a minute. “Yeah this is a good place to stop anyway. We'll continue some...” she said but was promptly cut off by Cyborg.

“Yo wait up!” he protested. “We didn't even get to fight anything. Where's the action?” Cyborg asked while he looked around the room for support. “Isn't this game supposed to be an RPG?”

“Real RPG's aren't just sequences of mindless battles and scripted storylines like in your video games. A good RPG changes with each choice every character makes, closest thing your precious video games can come is Fable,” Raven scoffed. She closed her eyes and used her powers to extinguish the candles.

“Dude, how do you know about Fable?” Beast Boy asked. “It's not like you play any video games,” He said. “You've been sneaking into my room and stealing my games haven't you?” He asked slyly. “Can't resist me can you?”

Raven laughed at the smirking Titan, “The only thing about you I can't resist is being nauseated by your stench.” Her retort drew a chuckle from the rest of the room, and Beast Boy slinked out of the room to take a bath. “Robin, is your offer still good?” she asked quietly.

Everyone looked to Robin curiously. He blushed slightly and hesitated before responding, “Um, sure I guess. Out on the roof?”

Raven nodded a little. “Sure, you need to get the stuff right?” she asked. Robin nodded and turned to leave. “Just let me clean up here,” she called after Robin. “I'll be along in a minute.”

“Go on to bed you three I'm gonna help Raven pick up here,” Cyborg insisted. No protests were made as the other three sluggishly left to their rooms. Cy walked around picking up candles and other various objects in the room. “What's up with you and Robin? He seemed to be getting friendly with Arachne,” Cyborg said with a smirk.

Raven turned away quickly, hiding a light shade of pink that had come to her normally pale face, “Nothing's happening. Those are just characters not people and since he's the only one defending her she's responding positively to him. It's nothing more then normal interaction.” As she was talking the candle in Cyborg's hand started to glow black, causing his smirk to grow even larger.

Cyborg chuckled softly to himself, and handed the candle glowing to Raven, “Here you go Rae. I know something more is going on, you just wait.”

`Just tell him you've got a thing for Robin,' Love insisted inside Raven's head as Raven took the candle and tried to look even farther away.

`What?! I don't have a `thing' for him,' Raven said to love. Love rolled her eyes and scoffed. `I don't,' the goth Titan reiterated. “There's nothing going on between me and Robin.” She told Cyborg confidently.

“If there isn't why did the candle start glowing when I asked you about him?” He asked with a confident smile. He patted her on the back, “Just admit it, you like him.”

“Right,” she said sarcastically. Raven levitated all of her things by her and quickly walked out of the room.

Cyborg laughed quietly to himself while he continued cleaning up the living room. “The candle was glowing,” he said loudly as Raven stepped into the doorway. She paused for a second, but didn't turn to confront him. Instead she rushed out of the room walking very swiftly to her room.

(To: Roof of the Tower)

Robin stood on the top of the tower, looking for a place with the right light for Raven. He sighed at the cloud cover, but still searched “What's she even going to be wearing...” he wondered aloud. “Maybe she'll want me to paint her nude,” the masked Titan joked.

He walked over to the stairs back into the tower and pressed a button. A panel slid open on the wall and revealed a stereo. He popped open the CD changer, and checked to make his mix disks were in. He started one of them up, skipped to the 5th track and paused it as soon as the song started. Next he went over to his canvas and made sure it was standing properly on the stand. He also looked down to the jars of paint at the base of the stand, and the other materials were arranged carefully.

`Everything I need,' he thought. `Everything except my beautiful subject.' Robin stood looking out over the edge of the tower at the scenery for a few minutes while he waited for Raven. “Maybe out over the water...” he said thoughtfully.

“What about over the water,” Raven asked in a soft voice. Robin turned around and looked behind him. She was wearing the same red and black dress she had worn for the first game session. She wore light make up that looked slightly paler. Her lipstick was the same blood red tint, but her eyes were rimmed in various shades of purple blending into one another. She had two pairs of earrings, the roses and a pair of onyx studs, as well as the pentagram choker around her neck. Raven smiled softly at Robin, a true genuine smile.

“I was just trying to decide a decent place to paint your picture, but in that outfit over the water probably wouldn't be that great of a choice,” he explained. Robin finished checking all his materials as he asked, “How do you want to look in the painting? Malevolent, seductive, elegant, plain out evil, or something totally different?”

Raven stood for a minute, thinking. `How should I have him paint me?' she wondered.

`I know, take him down to your room and have him paint you on your bed in that bra and thong you bought last week.' A voice from within Raven's head suggested coyly. `And from there who knows...'

`Well may...' Raven started to consider. `WHAT?! No!' she yelled at the voice. `I want this to be a nice painting, not some piece of smut.' She shook her head visibly as Robin waited, oblivious to the argument going on within her head. “Could you dark, misunderstood and beautiful,” Raven asked, with the last two words very quiet.

Robin nodded pretending not to notice her shyness with the last part. “Dark, misunderstood and beautiful it is. Mind if I put on some music?” he asked. Raven paused momentarily, but shook her head then turned to look over the water while Robin started the stereo.

He walked over to the console and pressed the play button. Gently from the speakers came a song by the Rolling Stones, “Sympathy for the Devil”. Robin smiled playfully looking for any reaction from the dark demoness looking off the tower.

He wasn't disappointed; Raven did a double take when the song started. “Did you have to play this song?” she questioned. Raven tried rolled her eyes and tried to maintain her irritated glare, but it quickly turned into an entertained smile. “But...” she started again, “at least it's not an annoying pop princess song.” Raven said with a smirk.

Robin chuckled softly while listening to the song. “Yeah that's Star's style, not mine. I like an odd variety of music, Rock, Metal, and Classical,” he said while looking around, trying to find a spot with the perfect light to paint the dark goddess.

Raven shrugged and commented, “It's not that unusual. A lot of Metal has classical influences of some form or another.”

There was a moment of silence as the music song faded out, neither one was sure what to say or do. Robin hadn't yet found the right light and Raven didn't know how to help out. Before the moment became too uncomfortable the next song started. Neither one paid much attention, but they were both glad there was some kind of noise.

“The light isn't right here,” Robin said. “It's too cloudy,” he stopped the music abruptly and started to put away his paints. “Sorry you had to get all dressed up for nothing Rae. But if it's any consolation you look beautiful.”

Raven blushed softly as he called her beautiful. `Well I guess it's possible there's somewhere in my room that would work,' she considered. `But that doesn't mean anything!' the dark Titan snapped before any of her emotions could say anything. “We could use my room if you want. Your `right light' might be in there somewhere.” Raven suggested shyly.

“I suppose we could try it,” Robin agreed, although he was really thinking about why Raven invited him into her room. “You'll have to carry some of the supplies though, it takes me more then one trip to get them all.” He said pointing to his large pile of paint jars, canvases, brushes and other various painting equipment.

Raven levitated all the equipment at once and started down for the door, leaving Robin standing trying to figure out what just happened. “Coming Boy Wonder?” Raven teased. Robin shook off the confusion, deciding that he would ask about her uncharacteristic behavior later and followed Raven into the tower, down and into her room.

When they reached Raven's room one spot stood out as being a perfect place to paint Raven. A window with black silk drapes on the far side of her room. Raven dropped everything onto the floor, but was careful not to spill any of the paint onto her carpet. “Raven, stand over there by the window please.” Robin requested. Raven sighed and walked over quietly and stood near the window. “Good. Can you open the window for me?” he asked. Raven did so.

“Any more orders of me o master?” Raven growled. She started to make one of his paint cans glow just to emphasize her point.

Robin smiled at her. “I just need to put a tarp down so I don't wreak your carpet,” he said. Robin sifted through is pile of stuff and found his tarp. He put it down on the floor then again set up the canvas and opened the cans of paint. “Just so you know Raven, this is probably going to take the rest of the night,” he commented while getting ready to start. Raven made some unintelligible sound and motioned for Robin to begin painting.