Job Search

Prologue

By Shyro Foxfeather

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Raven stared at the piece of paper that lay in front of her. A thoughtful look crossed her stoic features.

Name:

She neatly filled in her name so that it now read:

Name: Raven Roth

She paused at the next line and filled it in.

Age: 16

She stalled at the next question before shrugging and filling it in.

Last Known Occupation/Current Occupation: Super Hero

The next one threw her off.

Social Security Number:

She dug through her small black bag before she found the ancient looking piece of paper. She wrote down her number. She smirked to herself before blinking at the next, and last, question.

Areas Of Expertise:

About a dozen blank lines followed the query so she shrugged and filled in what she knew.

Machinist.

She had moved heavy machinery and such more than a dozen times by now. Given, each of those times it had been with her magic but that had to count for something, right?

Mechanic.

Yes, Cyborg had dragged her into helping fix a number of things. Though she was no mechanical genius, she could tell a wrench from a hammer. That was for sure.

Nurse.

Healing people. That was enough, right? Although, if they gave her a job as a Nurse she might blow something up. Two things you might have to deal with in that job area would be old people and young children.

Historian.

She knew she had read enough books to even surpass the most boring history teacher's field of knowledge.

Zoo Keeper.

Beast Boy was a zoo all on his own. She wondered whether or not she should write this though. Raven didn't want a job working with animals to then come home to an animal. She shrugged it off and decided to leave it.

Security Guard.

The Titans guarded things and people all the time. This wasn't much of a stretch.

Grave Keeper.

That was just a bit of Raven's repressed sense of humor. She did, after all, know of every graveyard in a ten-mile radius for no apparent reason.

Librarian.

This was a job she would not mind having. Libraries weren't exactly popular places that teemed with teenage life. The less people the less emotional static.

Researcher.

She was unsure as to what this would get her but then again books were her forte. It seemed that this was a good thing to write…

Raven stood from the table the lady had directed her to. She gracefully slipped the paper into the box and glided out the door.

Crime had been short as of late and it had been Robin's idea that she should busy herself with something. Going to the teenager job building had been a stroke of genius. She would get paid for doing whatever and then she could buy things she had real interest in.

Her plan seemed flawless… However, she had yet realized she had a 'stalker'…

……

"Dude, if she's gonna get a job then so am I!" Beast Boy announced.

Cyborg groaned from his position under the T-car, "If you invade her 'Raven Space' you'll be steppin' into dangerous territory man."

"So! She needs to open up! If she can open up to some lame Malchior dude than she can open up to us, too! I can't see how she hasn't realized this yet!" He griped as he kicked the table from his position in the swivel chair. It sent him spinning.

"Wheeee… Uh…" Beast Boy slowed down to a stop as he belatedly realized that Cyborg had said something. "…What?"

"I said do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Cyborg replied as he strode over to pick a large wrench off the iron table.

"No! And anyway, I already put in my slip just like she did!" He grinned victoriously.

"Sure, you may have filled out the slip too, but knowing your interests, I doubt you'll get the same job as her." Cyborg smirked.

Beast Boy just grinned. "See! That's the genius part! I copied her paper down to the T. Well, except for my name and stuff but still!"

Cyborg just shook his head. "You are so screwed if you get a job with her."

"I am so not! …No wait. Hm…Mmmm…" Cyborg stared at the Beast Boy as he daydreamed about…Well no one really wants to know that badly.

"You are so sick." Sighed Cyborg.

Beast Boy snapped out of his trance, "Am not! I'm perfectly healthy and capable of doing anything she can!"

"Riiiiight."

"Humph!" Beast Boy grumped as he leaned back in the chair, disgruntled by Cyborg's lack of support. "You'll see. I'll show you all that I can be a hard worker and make Raven open up to us at the same time!" he then proceeded to cackle maniacally.

"Dude…don't do that." Cyborg muttered to his idiotic friend.

…To Be Continued…

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Disclaimer: Don't look now; the kiwis will eat your soul with their cheese plushies of doom! Beware the shoelace! Despite what information the rabid frogs may have informed you with, I do not own Teen Titans, which means we will be busy trying to take over the company running it and unclogging our chimney.

And I start yet another story. Is it even worth continuing?

This one has me so indecisive…Damnit.