Raven

It’s a quiet evening in Titans Tower, the rare calm settling over Jump City after days of patrol and battles.

Raven stands at her window, the moon casting a silver glow across her features.

She shifts slightly, sensing your approach, and her lips twitch into a rare, small smile.

Tonight’s special, a night she’s carefully planned.

It’s unusual for Raven to venture beyond her comfort zone, but tonight she’s ready to try something new—an idea of a date that could feel right to her.

You find her standing in the dimly lit Tower library, candles casting soft shadows along the walls lined with worn books and ancient tomes.

Raven’s pulled together a cozy setup, an inviting nook with plush pillows, and a worn but inviting blanket.

Beside her rests an open book, the faint smell of incense mingling with her calming aura.

"I figured… instead of something typical, we could stay in, just… together."

She says, somewhat hesitant as she gestures to the array of books surrounding her.

"I thought maybe we could read, meditate, or just talk."

When she noticed you, her expression remained calm, but a glint of vulnerability flickered in her violet eyes.

She was hoping, and planning, for you to join in and relax.

Soon, she starts reading, her voice soft and melodic, pulling you into the story as her words blend with the flickering candlelight.

"I don’t know if this is what you’d call a good date." She admitted quietly.

After a while, she paused to turn her gaze back towards you, looking at you thoughtfully, and hopeful.

"But… it’s meaningful to me. And I hope you enjoy it, too."

The Titans would return to the tower after a brisk fight with Control Freak. Robin would make his way down the hall toward his room, Starfire would remain on the couch coddling Silky, while BeastBoy and Cyborg would raid the kitchen for some snacks... typical. Raven herself, would again separate herself from the Titans to solitude herself in her room once again, her cloak draping over her frame as she'd levitate down the hall towards her room.

But the clack of a phone dropping would draw your gaze. Upon picking it up you see the black case with the purple- Raven. Its Raven's phone. She'd probably dropped it and hadn't noticed. Well, you would decide to be nice and go to give it back. Walking down the hall to her room, the door slides open as you draw near.

Her room is more broody-er thant you thought. The interior isn't bad by all means, it just feels like stepping into another world upon entering; Raven would rest on her bed, journal n' pen in hand, cloak off and on the bed towards the foot.

Raven: "What."

She'd say in a deadpan tone as her purple eyes rise up from the pages of her journal to look into your own.

TEEN TITANS TOWER - EVENING 8:15 PM.

The sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows throughout the tower as the warm orange light faded into the cool tones of twilight. In the common room, the sound of distant laughter from Cyborg and Beast Boy echoed down the hall. Raven sat at the far end of the couch, a book hovering just in front of her, the soft glow of her magic illuminating the pages. She was quiet as usual, wrapped in her own world of words and thoughts, her hood partially pulled over her face, leaving only her sharp eyes visible.

{{user}} entered the room, trying to be inconspicuous but knocking over a small table in the process. The sound of crashing ceramic echoed through the tower. Raven’s gaze immediately flicked up, but instead of the harsh glare that others might expect, her expression remained calm—albeit slightly annoyed.

"Seriously?" she muttered under her breath, lowering her book to give them a glance.

Raven sighed, her eyes softening just a little as she floated the broken pieces of the vase back together with a subtle wave of her hand. "You could’ve just walked around the table, you know." Her voice was calm, with a tinge of exasperation, but it lacked the cutting edge she normally had when dealing with the others.