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The two titans, Raven and Beast Boy, cringed at the sound of their leader, Robin, groaning in frustration through their ear pieces.
“Alright, they have to show them self sometime. For now, you two lay low, act normal or something. Where are you guys again?” Robin asked. Beast Boy and Raven quickly exchanged looks, Beast Boy being teasing and Raven accusing.
“The ice cream parlour.” Beast Boy answered quickly.
Another groan from their leader.
“Fine, fine. Just remember to act normal, okay? no ordering massive scoops of ice cream - that means you, Beast Boy.” Beast Boy pouted. Raven giggled.
“Pretend you’re on a date maybe. I’ll check in later. Out.” there was a click, and Robin’s voice disappeared. Only silence. A silence which left the empath and changeling pondering their leader’s last words. A date?
The two were indeed sitting outside the ice cream parlour, at a table for two. They were undercover, on the lookout for a criminal that they were hunting. They tried to look as normal as they could, Beast Boy wearing a green hoodie and Raven a cap, but apparently that would not be enough.
“No.” Raven knew exactly what Beast Boy was going to say. Just like he knew exactly what she was going to say.
“But Raven -“
“Oh, c’mon. We can’t disobey our leader!”
“We can and we will. He didn’t even order us, so we wouldn’t be disobeying him.”
Beast Boy’s ears fell dramatically. Of course she would find a way around it. She always did. But then again, so could he… Beast Boy struggled to prevent his ears from whipping back up.
Raven shifted in her chair so her whole body was facing away from Beast Boy. She forced herself to pretend to be inspecting her rather bland nails. She knew it was rude, and probably looked that way to others around her, but she had to make Beast Boy know that dating - even pretend dating for a mission - was out of the question. Even if she wanted it too.
A waitress approached their table after many minutes of silence.
“Hi, I’m Liz and I’ll be serving you today. Anything I can get you?” she asked. Raven rolled her eyes. Oh how the girl sounded incredibly fake.
“Hey Liz,” Beast Boy said in a voice that somehow sent a pang of jealousy through Raven’s body. She turned her head slow enough to seem like nothing was amiss, and watched the changeling’s facial expressions as best she could through his hood.
“I’ll have the triple chocolate scoop with a side of chocolate chips - oh and a double scoop for my girl, one scoop mint and one vanilla.”
The waitress grinned too sweetly and nodded, before spinning on her tiny red heels and heading back into the parlour. Raven pretty much forgot about her the minute she disappeared.
“Your girl?” she hissed, gripping the plastic arms of her seat, her knuckled paling. She didn’t know what annoyed her more, the waitress or Beast Boy. He had the audacity to call her his girl?!
“Just acting normal,” he paused, a widening grin etched onto his green face, “Babe.”
He could clearly imagine the steam bursting out of Raven’s ears, and could clearly see the redness rising in her face.
“Then stop it.” her voice was not human. It was a growl. A demonic growl.
Come to think of it, the redness in her face was more of a blush…
“Anything for you, honeybun.” Beast Boy drawled, his arms now propped onto the table and chin resting on the back of his hands as his body leant in.
“Stop. It.” Raven said as her cheeks got redder and redder.
“Oh, how I cannot put a stop to my love that I have for you, no matter how hard I may try. Oh, woe is me!” Beast Boy cried stupidly and loudly, his arms now flailing in the air as he faked an earth-shattering whimper and voiced one more, almost silent, “Oh, woe is me,” before collapsing onto the table with a crash. Many heads turned. Too many for Raven’s liking.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she whispered harshly, “THIS ISN’T ACTING NORMAL.”
Beast Boy opened one eye.
“You told me to stop acting normal.” he said matter of factly. Raven narrowed her purple eyes.
“You know exactly what I mean.”
“Really?” Beast Boy pushed himself upwards so he was sitting on the table, cross legged and oblivious to the stares.
“Yes, you idiot - you’re gonna blow our cover! get down!”
Beast Boy laughed as the stares slowly ceased.
“Make me, Rae.”
Oh, she was planning just that. That was, until the waitress appeared again with their order.
“Your ice creams. Anything else? - sir, please don’t sit on the table.” her voice still sounded astonishingly fake.
After sitting back down into his seat grudgingly with a huff, the waitress gently placed the ice creams onto the table and left the titans to their food.
Beast Boy devoured it. Even Raven’s. Not that it bothered her though. What was bothering her, was Beast Boy.
“Could you not be such a slob?” Raven asked the moment she noticed the ice cream surrounding Beast Boy’s mouth - and the small splatter on his fore-head. She didn’t bother asking how it got there.
“Can you not be such a bi-“ he caught himself just in time, “Mean person?”
Raven crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow.
“I will once you stop being a slob.”
She faltered when Beast Boy leant over, his hands gripping the edge of the table, and licked his lips, all while keeping his eyes locked on hers. HIs tongue erased all traces of ice cream surrounding his suddenly enticing mouth.
“Happy?” he asked bluntly.
“You missed a spot.” Raven managed to utter levelly, and indicated to the splatter between his brow.
She immediately regretted it.
“Would you get it for me, baby-cakes?” That was the final straw. Beast Boy couldn’t hold back his grin. He actually beamed when Raven literally pounded her fists on the table and bounded out of her chair, eyes glowing crimson. She had had enough. She was going to shut him up. For good.
“Now look who’s blowing our cov-“
Raven’s hands were grasping the fabric of Beast Boy’s jacket and pulling him in before he could finish his sentence. They were nose to nose. Beast Boy was pulled out of his chair and hanging over the table. He gulped.
“Shut up and act normal.” Raven ordered, before smashing her lips onto his. For once, Beast Boy shut up. The only sound he made was a soft purr as he draped his arms over her shoulders.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours. They didn’t care if people were staring, they didn’t even care if they could be missing a criminal running right past them. They only cared about each other.
So much for the no dating.