Black Honey: Pt. 4
Summary: Starfire and Robin are officially an item, but what does that mean when the resident empath is stuck living between their respective bedrooms? Finding a new bunk buddy in Beast Boy was certainly not her first choice, and when she engages in a strange, night time activity, how long before the changeling notices what she’s up to?
Things were starting to get out of hand.
Raven had given up on Beast Boy’s offer altogether, and her lack of sleep as a repercussion had started affecting her in battle.
Not only was she unable to meditate, but Robin and Starfire’s incessant lovemaking was causing her emotions to go out of whack. More often than not, she’d underestimate her strength, and send things flying into her teammates instead of the villains. It had nearly cost them the fight on numerous occasions and, when angrily confronted by their leader, she often looked away, embarrassed from beneath her hood before silently disappearing into a portal that directly led into her bedroom.
She could hardly use her powers to even levitate anymore, she was so terrified that she’d cause more damage if she even tried.
Raven stayed in her room to meditate during the times that Robin and Starfire were elsewhere, but no matter what, it just wasn’t enough. Sleep deprivation coupled with rampaging, unsatisfied hormones, was apparently a highly potent and detrimental combination. Her magic was super charged and on the fritz almost all the time, and if she dared to summon it for even the tiniest of tasks, she would cause the entire building’s lights to flicker and potentially go out, much to Cyborg’s displeasure. Not to mention, the one time she’d accidentally smashed her window; the spider like cracks had grown fast along the clear glass by the time she’d realized what she’d done, and she was far too chastised to tell Victor about it.
Oftentimes, after yet another incident, Robin would come knocking on her door, concern colouring his tone when he’d beckon the question on everyone’s mind; “Raven, is there anything you need to talk about?”
She’d panic, mortified at the mere prospect of opening that can of worms. “I’m fine, I just need to meditate,” she’d lie from inside her dark, lonely room.
“Alright, well, if you decide that you do, you know where to find me,” he’d tell her after a drawn-out, defeated sigh.
Once she’d hear his footsteps receding, she’d let out the breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding and repeat her calming mantra to herself over and over again.
Azerath, Metrion, Zinthos.
Robin had never been the pushy type of leader where it concerned her; he always assumed that she’d go to him whenever she felt comfortable enough to do so, and that forcing anything out of her would only cause Raven to recoil further away. He provided her with the necessary space, and she provided him with the trust of opening up to him when ready. That was the level of unspoken respect the two held for one another.
Both Starfire and Cyborg had no doubt conveyed their concerns for their friend to Robin, who had, quite sternly, told them that he would be the one to investigate. After all, he had known how much she hated it when they all came pestering her about sensitive, personal issues. They must have all resolutely accepted their leader’s instruction, for she’d been pleasantly surprised at the lack of visitations from her other teammates. Raven assumed that their hesitancy had probably stemmed from her complete shut out of even the boy wonder himself.
All of them, that is, but Beast Boy.
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