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Raven gasped in shock as her left hand was violently pulled away from where it had been creeping, slapping off her clock radio as an act of pure muscle memory. She let the hand rest on the device for a moment as she starred at the ceiling of her bedroom, breathing deep, panicked breaths.
Four nights. This was the fourth night in a row that she’d had that same dream, each time getting closer and closer to…well, some sort of climax, pardon the expression. One night could be discounted as an oddity. Two, perhaps, could indicate something weighing on her subconscious; it wouldn’t be the first time. But four? For a sorceress of Raven’s caliber, a recurring dream that persistent and that detailed simply had to be a premonition of some kind.
Taking that as read, it didn’t make sense to her at all. With the help of her friends, she’d defeated her father, rejected his legacy, and undone the apocalypse he sought to bring. What’s more, in the terrifying days leading up to that dark time, she’d been living in dread of the horrific possibilities, horrified at the prospect of being an avatar of ultimate darkness.
She definitely hadn’t been horny at the thought of it.
And ultimately, that was why she hadn’t spoken to any of her friends about this: it was far too embarrassing. She’d certainly opened up to them a great deal over the years, truly more than she would have ever thought before joining the Titans, but there are some things that are just far too…intimate.
“Besides…it’s not that big a deal if the thought of being gigantic makes me weak in the knees,” she said aloud t the empty room, finally vocalizing a concept she’d mused over for some time. Ever since meeting Beast Boy’s adoptive mother, Elasti-Girl of the Doom Patrol, Raven had been developing an odd…fixation with the idea of being able to change size, to get truly massive. But what she saw of her fellow superheroine was nothing compared to what she actually wanted: in her dream, she was large enough to grind Elasti-Girl under her heel.
She thought about that visual for a moment, an involuntary shudder running through her body.
She sat up, summoning her cloak from across the room with a gesture. She needed to clear her head, which should be easy enough; Titans Tower had a mere skeleton crew. Ironically enough, Beast Boy was actually with Rita and the other members of the Doom Patrol right now, uniquely suited as he was for their latest mission into the Amazon Rainforest. Cyborg was training the Titans East. The Riddler had escaped Arkham Asylum, and Robin was helping his mentor unravel that madman’s schemes in Gotham City.
The only one left with her in the Tower was Starfire, though as much as Raven loved and trusted the Tameranian, she simply couldn’t conceive of discussing wet dreams with her.
Exiting her quarters and heading into the great room, Raven was greeted with an alarm from Robin’s large computer mainframe: a major meta human crime was taking place, and the Titans were needed. For once, Raven was pleased by this news.
Nothing clears your head like battling a supervillain.
Starfire flew into the room from the picture window, already reading the information as it was downloaded.
“It’s good that you’re awake, Friend Raven,” she said cheerfully. “A theft is taking place at… the Jump City Museum of Antiquities.”
Raven considered this. “Most of the items there are irreplaceable…and a few pieces of their occult could be dangerous in the wrong hands. Do we know who’s behind it?”
Star smiled as the security fees played before them, streamed directly from the Museum. The female felon turned to face the camera, revealing the smiling face of  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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