Raven must have known it wasn't Beast Boy since there wasn't any banging on her door. She opened it slowly again.
"...May I help you?" She asked in her usual monotone voice.
"Uhh.... yeah." I stammered. "I was... uhh... just wondering if we could talk? You know...me being like, your biggest fan and everything."
"I'd rather not." Raven said to me as she began turning away.
"Please, Raven?" I desperately begged. "I've been wishing my whole life to be able to talk to you!"
She turned to face me again and sighed as she rolled her eyes.
"Fine. But make it quick. I've got some meditating to do."
She opened the door all the way and let me in.
"But do NOT touch ANYTHING." She warned. "Is that clear?"
"Uhh, yeah! Of course! Don't touch. Got it."
She closed the door as I walked inside. I was pretty creeped out by all the freaky figures with their evil-looking red eyes coming from all parts of the room. There was a round bed at the opposite end of the door, with a mirror on the left wall. She sat down on the end of her bed and placed her right foot on her left thigh. I sat on the small bench in front of the mirror.
"So....," she started. "Are you going to interview me or something?"
I caught myself staring at her right foot. I didn't know what to call her footwear. Was it a shoe, a slip-on, or a boot? I decided to just call it a boot. They were loose around the ankles and were pretty soft and flexible.
"Oh... uhh...." I thought. "Could you explain where you came from?"
"No." She said plainly. She didn't say anything else. She began removing her right boot. I found myself staring again. The boot slid off smoothly and gracefully. The whole event seemed to go in slow motion.
Then, I finally saw it; her amazingly perfect foot. It was gray(obviously) but I didn't care. I could tell how soft they really were just by looking at it. She scrunched her toes a bit and I quickly saw the wrinkles it temporarily made on her sole. She placed her boot on the ground and then removed her left boot. I turned away right before she looked back at me.
"Anything else?" She said, slightly impatient.
"Uhh....." I thought hard. "Uhh.....Oh yeah. Could you explain your powers?"
Raven sighed. "I suppose...."
She began talking about her ability to move objects and people with magic. I tried listening attentively, but couldn't stop making quick glances at her feet which were flat on the floor. She must have noticed, since she crossed her legs, concealing her feet under her.
It must've been a while since she last talked about herself. She started talking about this one incident where a part of her broke loose and she had to control it. She said she had to go inside a mirror to fetch Beast Boy and Cyborg and said that the mirror was a portal to get inside her mind, but not literally. It was more like another dimension with her "other selves". The thorough detail of the dimension made me shiver.
I had no idea how I was going to be able to get another look at her feet, much less taste them or something. But then I had it.
"Wow." I began. "It must be real tough being a superhero."
"Tell me about it." Raven replied, still keeping the monotone voice with her arms crossed.
"Are you tired?" I asked.
"Right now?"
"Yeah."
"Of course. And my feet are killing me."
The famous foot-massage line, I thought to myself.
"Really? Why?"
"We just caught some bad guy. The sneaky guy captured the rest of the team and led me into his gravity lair. I was forced to fight him without levitation. I'm not used to running." She explained.
"Ahh I see. Well, I suppose that the least I can do is massage your feet." I surprised myself. I was actually able to get those words out of my mouth clearly.
"No thanks. It'll heal during my meditation."
I had completely forgot she mentioned that. I recall her saying something about meditation, but I was too busy staring at her feet.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes. I don't want it to be such a hassle."
"Oh, no. It's not. Please. In fact, it would be an honor if I could." I said with a smile.
She sighed but agreed. "Suit yourself."
"Yeah. It's no problem at all."
"Are you any good at massaging at least?"
"I was told that I am." I lied. I've never had the opportunity to massage a girl's feet.
"We'll see." She said. She un-crossed her legs and placed her feet on my knees, one foot at a time. I picked up her feet and examined it.
"Wow. You really do take care of your feet, huh? They're the prettiest feet I've seen yet."
"...Thanks, I guess?" She said awkwardly.
"Don't mention it. You know, there was this one time--"
"Uhh...could you just massage my feet already?"
I frowned a bit but obeyed. "Ok."
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