A/N: This is a little ficlet that I'm writing as a spur of the moment. Teen Titans belongs to DC Comics and Cartoon Network, however, Isis belongs to me, and any other characters mentioned belong to Toffy – check her out, especially her Teen Titans story! –Starfire Fury.

Isis: Curse of the Bunny Slippers

It was a Monday in Jump City, but only barely. According to the digital clock beside Isis' bed, it was 12:04 AM, and the aforementioned female could not sleep. In fact, she had been lying in bed for about six hours, trying to get away from the sounds of her teammates downstairs, but she never was very good at blocking them out.

They'd gone to bed about three hours ago, maybe a little longer, and the Titan's Tower was silent. That was good.

Staring up at the ceiling, Isis sighed, before a soft growl escaped her stomach. She visibly cringed. In the attempt to dodge away from the others, she'd forgotten to eat. And now, she was getting hungry.

Sliding her legs off the bed, the blue-haired teen's feet found something incredibly fluffy. She let the most microscopic of smiles creep up to her lips. There was a reason she never left her room after lights-out.

Every morning, as ritual, she changed from the pajamas she wore to bed into a pair of plain, long white ones, just to cover up the fact that her own were, to say the very least, embarrassing.

Shuffling over to her wall, Isis flicked on her light, looking down at herself. When you looked at her like that, she seemed incredibly different from the sarcastic, bitter teen that her teammates knew her to be. In fact, she seemed, well, normal.

Bright pink pants that reached her shins from being grown out of years before, though still loose around the waist – it could suggest careful ripping – adorned her legs. Though that was not the worst of it, oh no, alongside the bright pink of these ankle-freezers was fluffy white bunnies, with suns, clouds and moons. Her shirt was little more than a piece of material, sleeves being ripped off along with the collar, though midriff remained bare – another sign that suggested these pajamas were grown out of years beforehand – also pink, though paler, and in the center, a rabbit surrounded by a sun, moon, star and cloud was in plain view. Yes indeed, quite a sight.

If that were not enough, careful shopping had bought the cold teenager a pair of fluffy white slippers to match. As well as a pair of bunny ears, that acted as a headband.

It was far too embarrassing to let her friends see her like this. Which was why, even though she was questioned numerous times about it, Isis never left her room after dark. Lights-out meant no one saw her until she saw fit… Until tonight.

Now, the pale super-heroine was not one to go against habit, but her stomach would not stop growling, and, much as she hated to admit it, there was little chance of sleep. So, with much careful consideration, Isis stepped out of her room, the door sliding open silently. Glancing around carefully, she brushed back a strand of silvery-blue hair; before she raised her hand then dropped it again. Her powers would do her no good – once the ice of the path she had been contemplating created had melted, there would be hell to pay, along with questions asked.

So, instead, Isis walked as silently as she could along the bedroom corridor. She cursed the ancient tower, as the floor nearby one of her teammate's room's creaked dreadfully loudly. She hurried onward, the kitchen drawing nearer.

Finally, salvation was reached. Yawning, Isis ran a hand through her hair as she searched through the fridge, pulling out the butter, as well as some meat and cheese. Taking a glass from the cupboard, as well as a plate, she put out the ingredients for her midnight feast on the counter. Unconsciously, she clicked her fingers, and water from nowhere filled the glass. And then she began to make her meal, throwing the ingredients on to a piece of bread.

Her eyes were closed as she took a bite of her sandwich, and she was half-humming a tune she'd heard on the radio earlier that evening – another attempt at silencing the others – when someone snorted with laughter behind her.

Isis, if you'll pardon the expression, froze. She couldn't move, the one night she'd ventured out of her room, she'd been captured in her bunny PJ's by a teammate!

"I didn't know you were the bunny type," Zeru said, trying to control his laughter as Isis spun around to face him, attempting to pull her shirt up and down at the same time, to cover her usually hidden skin.

Her pale face was unnaturally pink as she looked at the ground, for the first time in years, unable to think of a sarcastic reply to his sniggers. She shook her head vigorously, which made the bunny-ears lopsided on her head, in an attempt to make what was happening fade away as if it were a dream.

Well, that hadn't worked. She looked up to meet Zeru's grin, crimson adorning her cheeks.

"You breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll freeze you mid-air."

The male teen shook his head, silver-blonde locks falling into his eyes as a lopsided grin twitched on his lips, "I wouldn't dream of it. This is something that is going to be for personal pleasure only." He teased, his voice playful.

Isis winced, painfully aware of the more mature content behind that sentence. She blushed more, before letting the smallest of smiles crept up onto her usually scowling lips. "Keep it that way." She replied, before grabbing her sandwich and walking back toward her room, leaving a very startled Zeru alone in the kitchen.