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The Titans' family game night was hectic at best - cataclysmic at worst - and functioned in the same way most families experience their game nights. Some were positive experiences, and some ended in screaming matches or hurt feelings. Often, though, some fizzled out entirely and resulted in pizza.

Each Titan had their own method of joining in on their game nights.

Starfire was always eager to participate, but no matter how many ways they explained Monopoly to her, she just couldn't understand it. Raven, on the other hand, participated in game night by either beating them all, except Robin, at chess or reading a book at the table and throwing in comments once or twice.

Cyborg and Beast Boy were competitive - to the point of destruction - and Robin didn't like to lose, though he rarely did.

Today, however, Beast Boy brought home a new card game. Something to do with gods, monsters, heroes, and villains. The rules were pretty simple, and even Raven was invested in it. Each round was a little different, where players could be good, evil, minions, or sidekicks. In this round, Robin was the great hero of Roe, and Cyborg was the worst villain that the game had: Conqueror of Beasts.

Beast Boy, Cyborg's minion, helped control the spy network on the battleground, while Raven and Starfire helped Robin with summoning spells and traps.

"Watch out, Rae! I'm about to destroy you with magic blue fire," Beast Boy said.

Raven immediately threw down a card and rolled a die, per the instructions of the game.

"Deflected by the Mirror of Alduin," she replied dully to his threat.

Starfire clapped happily. "Marvelous!"

Sorry, dude," Beast Boy sulked.

Cyborg was too busy glaring at the smirking Boy Wonder to respond right away. Robin was relishing in having both girls on his team - they played hard and were passionate and strategic when they needed to be.

"Don't worry. We'll get em," Cyborg promised.

They played for what turned out to be another hour (three in total) with the side of good once again triumphing over evil.

"Gah!" Cyborg whined in the end. "You only won because it was two against three!"

Robin held up two fingers. "One, you're the one who wanted Raven on the side of good—,"

"That's because the girl's never played games with us and enjoyed it before!" He interrupted.

Raven glared at him and flicked a game piece at his head.

"And TWO," Robin continued, "the evil side has much stronger monsters, so you should have been able to beat us no problem."

Beast Boy threw down the list of cards that were tucked away in the instruction manual as evidence to the contrary.

"Yeah, but you guys have two times as many utility cards!"

The vein in Raven's forehead was pulsating from the noise everyone was now making at each other. Even Starfire was defending Robin vehemently, adding to the growing volume. Raven cleared her throat loudly, but no one seemed to pay attention, so instead, she took action.

Before they could realize what was going on, the game pieces neatly threw themselves back in the box, and the cards were all properly organized and stacked together, held by a rubber band. The spell finished it off by sealing the game box up with packing tape all around it and finally phasing itself up into the ceiling above their heads.

The arguing died quickly as they all turned to her in shock.

"It's JUST a GAME," she hissed monotonously.

Everyone was speechless at the display except Cyborg.

"Where did you send it?"

She declined to answer.

"Aw, nah, Rae! You give it back right now; we're having a rematch!"

Her deadpan expression pierced through his angry look, and though they stared one another down, Raven would not yield.

"Fine," he sighed and flopped back into his chair. "Who wants pizza?"

"Agreed!" Starfire clapped again. "The game of cards and monsters has greatly increased my appetite! Can we leave now?"

"I was thinking more like ordering a couple?" Cyborg suggested.

"Yeah, let's do it! Then we can watch that new movie Robin got me for my nineteenth birthday!" Beast Boy finished. He was already running to the shelves to find the DVD.

Robin nodded. "Sounds good. Raven, you joining us?"

"Sure," she sighed. Starfire was thrilled and threw her strong arms around her friend. Though she didn't really want to sit through a movie, Raven had promised herself and her friends that she'd be more present in their lives. "I'll make tea."

"Ew, really—?" Beast Boy began. She shot him a deathly look that said, 'I'm watching your stupid action movie, the least you can do is consent to some damn tea.' So he shut up.

Starfire patted Beast Boy on the head. "I understand, Beast Boy. I realize that the grass drinks of Azarath—,"

"They're actually from Earth."

"—can be 'the gross,' but we must respect Raven's strange customs—,"

"Lots of humans drink tea, Starfire."

"—and that is why I shall make the traditional Tamaranian dish of Mufzar! It may go well with grass drinks because it is drier than small dirt particles near oceans!"

Without waiting for a response to this declaration, Starfire flew into the kitchen to prepare. Everyone felt a small tingle of dread go down their spines at the prospect.

"You couldn't just accept the tea," Raven groaned.

Beast Boy nudged her with his elbow and smiled. "Aw, come' on Rae. We must 'respect her customs' as she respects yours."

"And she calls tea 'gross,'" Raven huffed. She then joined Starfire in the kitchen to prepare the kettle and get out her flasks of dried herb tea. Beast Boy could feel the contents of his stomach curdle already at whatever Starfire was making, which was drier than sand - and the smell of the things she poured into the mixing bowl didn't really complement one another.

"Is that pizza being ordered, yet?" he anxiously called over his shoulder.

"Yup!" Cyborg replied, "with ALL the meat and anchovies you can eat!"

"Dude, no!" Beast Boy cried. He ran to snatch the phone before it was too late.

Half an hour or so later, all the Titans but Starfire were settled into the couch for the movie.

"Star, come ON!" Beast Boy whined. "Hurry up so I can press play!"

The DVD had been looping the loading screen for what felt like ages.

"Please, friends," she called from the kitchen. "A few moments more, I assure you!"

"A few moments or millennia?" Cyborg grumbled.

As if on cue, the oven beeped, and Starfire threw up her hands in victory.

"Success!" she cried.

Starfire walked to the couch, holding the hot pan with her bare, alien hands, and she served the odd-looking food to the rest of the team. The Mufzars looked like biscotti, but pure black, like charred bread. They were jagged and sharp-looking on the edges, as though they were not food at all but shards of obsidian.

Beast Boy, rather reluctantly, accepted one first under her hopeful gaze. He raised it tentatively to his mouth and took a hesitant bite. His eyes widened to twice their size, and he tensed. He suddenly felt as though his tongue was being leached of all its moisture.

"Ahhhh!" he cried, waving his arms, tongue flopping outside his mouth, dry as a bone. "Tar! You nevah ed tha eh woul make my ung ah die ah and!"

Starfire was fully perplexed. "What? I do not fully understand."

"He said," Cyborg offered. "Star, you never said that it would make my tongue as dry as sand. End quote," he grinned at poor Beast Boy who nodded along helplessly.

Curious, Raven took one of the strange Mufzars in her hand. It was brittle and cracked when given pressure. One side was so sharp it nearly cut the skin on her thumb. She frowned and dipped it into her cup of tea while the rest of the Titans were distracted with Beast Boy's tongue. Once it reached the surface of the tea, the strange alien food sucked the entire contents of the cup into it like a bionic sponge. After, the cup was completely dry.

Raven furrowed her brow and took a cautious bite. A crumbly crunch and the earthy taste of tea washed over her tongue all at once. It was like dunking buttered toast in milk; it was heaven.

"Starfire, these are good."

No one heard her but Beast Boy, whose ears perked up to straight attention.

"Wha!?" he accused her. "How!?"

"Drink," she commanded, handing him a full cup. His expression suggested that, even though his tongue felt like it was about to converge into a pile of dust upon the table, he still didn't want anything to do with the tea.

"Don't be a baby," Raven said.

Finally, Beast Boy relented and took the cup, nearly draining the whole thing and holding it in his mouth for a moment to let it wash over his tongue. Finally, after what felt like forever to the rest of them, he swallowed and sighed in relief. "Dude, that was horrific."

Starfire hung her head in shame.

"I am so sorry. Forgive me. I did not think that the Mufzar would have such an effect. They have never done so to me."

"Starfire," Raven repeated, once again. "These are good."

Starfire's head snapped up, a grin spreading along her face instantly. "Oh, truly?"

Raven nodded, reaching for the next one after having finished the first and pouring herself another cup of tea. "They're actually, sort of, perfect," she demonstrated her discovery to them all, and each of them was amazed.

"Whoa, think of all the spills we could clean up with these things. They're better than a sham-wow!" Cyborg exclaimed.

Robin patted Starfire reassuringly on the shoulder, and he agreed that maybe these had a practical - if not edible - use after all.

"Okay," Beast Boy loudly interjected. "We gotta' start the movie now, though."

He waved the remote at them all for emphasis. Starfire nodded in agreement, and everyone re-settled into the plush surface of the couch. Raven resisted the urge to grab a book.

"Here we go!" Beast Boy exclaimed.

"Wait!" Robin interrupted once more. Beast Boy nearly threw the remote at his head.

"What now?"

Robin pointed at one of the adjacent monitors to the TV. It was a map of the Tower, and the front door had a blinking red dot in front of it. "Pizza's here."

Beast Boy's ears fell, and he grumbled all the way to the front door. The delivery guy was shocked when the door flew open, smacked the side of the Tower, and an angry green bear appeared to take all three boxes in his teeth before turning and sulking back down the hallway. A sheepish Cyborg paid behind him. They sent the delivery boy away without much other thought, besides a generous tip, and reconvened once more. Pizza slices were distributed, tea was poured for the third time, and everyone had finally taken their respective seats.

"Okay," Beast Boy's tone suggested a finality to the situation. "Here, we, GO," and he pressed play too quickly for anyone to object. Then he sighed in relief and plopped down next to Raven, who was now squished between him and Cyborg.

Raven was acutely aware that there was now no escape.

As the movie progressed, Robin became overwhelmingly jealous that he'd bought the movie for Beast Boy instead of himself. It was a James Bond meets Sherlock meets Die-Hard movie that kept you guessing at the identity of the villain at every turn. There were traps, car chases, gunfights, knife fights, and a romantic subplot that made Robin hug Starfire a little closer toward the end. As the climax of the movie reached its peak, everyone (even Raven) gasped at the reveal of the villain. Never in their wildest dreams would they have expected it to be the old farmer who had sheltered their hero at the very beginning of the film. Never would they have guessed that the old man was the leading mind behind a massive drug cartel in Colombia and that his daughter (the hero's love interest) would be shot in the end.

"No!" Starfire gasped. "It cannot be!" Robin rubbed her shoulder, sympathetically.

Cyborg nudged Raven and pointed at Beast Boy, who was glued to the screen - clearly puzzling out whether or not the woman would live.

"Just wait for it," Beast Boy told them once he noticed.

Suddenly, the movie hero brought the villain's daughter back to life with some miraculous gesture of field medicine. Of course, it happened in the rain, blood pooling everywhere, and romantic music was coming to a crescendo. The hero held pressure to her wound, claimed that 'she'd make it outta here alive' and they shared a kiss covered in blood and raindrops, all in the light of a full moon.

Starfire cheered, Robin kissed her, and Beast Boy beamed at both Cyborg and Raven, who were gagging.

"Knew it," he proudly stated.

Raven rolled her eyes at him. "That just means you watch too many movies."

"Sure, but aren't you glad they got together in the end?" He poked her side and smirked at Cyborg. "You know you were bummed when you thought she had died."

"I was nothing of the sort," she slapped his hand away. "People die. It happens."

"You'd be devastated if one of us died," he poked her again.

She looked at both boys who loved to torment her and said, "Yes."

Beast Boy went silent at that.

" I'd also be getting a lot more peace and quiet around here," she finished.

"Almost had me, Rae!" Cyborg smiled, ruffling her hair.

"Stop," she chastised weakly, then smoothed her hair with dignity and grace. You shouldn't joke about those kinds of things, anyway, she thought.

Cyborg patted her gently and stretched. "Okay, time for bed," he announced.

Robin and Starfire took no time to leave the room. Hand in hand, they bid everyone goodnight, disappearing to one side of the Tower.

When Raven stood and stretched, her hip made a little popping noise. "Ow," she whimpered. "How long was that movie?"

"It was a long one," Beast Boy looked at the back. "Almost three hours."

"Didn't feel like it," Cyborg said over his shoulder as he left. "That was a good movie. Night y'all."

The sliding doors to the living room closed gently behind him.

Beast Boy went to the DVD player and popped the disk back into the case.

"I thought it was good, too. What about you, Rae?"

"Mhm," Raven replied absentmindedly, halfway to the door. She guesstimated that it was midnight, but the clock on the wall stated that it was two in the morning.

"You liked it?" he asked as she walked away.

She turned, annoyed. "Sure, Beast Boy. It was fine."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes," she hissed, pulling her cloak around her to keep herself warm. She was tired and cold. "Why do you keep asking me?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but then looked as though he decided against it.

"Nevermind, it's nothing."

"Alright then," she huffed. "Goodnight, Beast Boy."

"Night, Raven."

She left him alone in the living room, and the door slid shut behind her with a soft click.

…

It wasn't yet sunrise.

It couldn't have been, for darkness fell heavy upon the city. Raven then guessed it was around five in the early morning and was deeply disappointed.

"I didn't sleep at all," she hissed into her pillow.

The thick, velvet blue of the drapes made her sleepy, moonlight shining through to gently fall upon her face, but it was too much to bear, so she stood up from the bed.

Raven's long flowing sweatpants swirled around her ankles, and she shivered in her small tank top as she pulled the drapes shut. Quickly she scurried back to bed to hop under the warm blankets, but on the floor at the very edge was something sharp.

"Ow!" she hissed, grinding her teeth. "I imagine that's what it's like to step on one of Beast Boy's Legos."

Raven stooped down and searched in the dark for the offensive object. She pulled the drape open a fraction of an inch and held it up to the moonlight.

"Close enough."

It was one of those stupid game pieces from earlier. Raven frowned at it, then summoned the box from under her bed. To her surprise, it was still wrapped shut with packing tape, meaning that there was no way the piece could have escaped. She gently placed the piece on her altar and turned on the lights.

"What are you?" she asked.

The piece stared defiantly back at her in the shape of a small, detailed, and intricate purple dragon with green eyes, perched on a circular black stand. Raven didn't like this new, dark dragon piece, which reminded her of darker times, so she lit a candle and then stabbed the piece with her athame. Holding it over the flame, Raven watched as it melted into her mortar bowl. It bubbled and gave off the scent of waxy plastic.

Raven thought that it melted quite nicely.

When she returned to her covers, they no longer held the lingering warmth of her sleeping body. Instead, they were slippery and so cold that it made her shiver even more.

"Maybe I should light myself on fire," she sighed. "Does no one regulate the AC in this tower?"

After twenty minutes, she gave up and put on more layers. After another five minutes of that, she could see her breath. Raven flopped back on her pillows in disgust.

"Fine," she grumbled into the darkness of her room. "I'll go wake up 'chrome-dome' and find out where he put the thermostat."

The hallway was warmer than her room. In fact, about halfway to Cyborg's door, Raven was sweating. She had to pull off the crew-neck she'd thrown on over her tank top and tied it around her waist instead. Finally reaching Cyborg's door, Raven summoned all her cranky, sleepless frustration and pounded on it with both fists.

"Get up!" she cried, but he didn't come to the door.

Raven attempted a magical spell to open it, but the door wouldn't budge. She'd forgotten she had helped ward the doors to the Tower in case someone - like her - tried to force their way in.

"Cyborg!" she screamed, and the door to her right slid open.

"Raven!" Beast Boy hissed, rubbing his eyes. "What is going on?"

Raven opened her mouth to begin the tale of her freezing room, the melted dragon piece, and her increasing displeasure at being awake, but Beast Boy's half-asleep expression told her that he was neither going to register any of it nor would he have access to the Tower's climate control.

He was of no use to her.

Instead, Raven huffed and stalked back to her room, which was emitting a cold draft into the otherwise blistering hallway. How can my room be so cold? She thought. I've really got to talk to Cyborg about going overboard with his tech. If his ultra-modern technology couldn't keep her warm, she wanted nothing to do with it.

Raven angrily pulled her pillows and comforter off the bed and left her room, closing and locking the door behind her.