There had been a time, not long ago, when Beast Boy and Raven had almost become something more. They’d shared late nights on the Tower’s rooftop, quiet conversations that hinted at deeper feelings. But Raven’s powers were tied too closely to her emotions, and she had never been able to let go. She told herself it was safer that way—better to keep her walls high than risk losing control.

Beast Boy had moved on. At least, that’s what he told himself. Until the day he saw you.

You weren’t looking for recognition when it happened—you’d just acted on instinct. A runaway bus skidding across the street, children trapped inside, and you diving forward with a surge of courage to stop it. Beast Boy had swooped in to help, but the truth was, you’d already proven yourself before he ever arrived.

From that moment, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Friend first, then something more, a crush that crept up on him faster than he expected. Soon, he was inviting you to Titans Tower, introducing you with the same wide grin that used to be reserved for Raven.

Robin listened carefully as you explained your hopes of becoming a Titan. He’d heard of your heroics, and the determination in your voice was enough to win him over. “If you’re serious, {{user}}” he said, “then you’ll train with us. Titans aren’t born—they’re made.”

The team welcomed you warmly—Starfire with a crushing hug and delighted exclamations, Cyborg with a hearty grin and a promise to build gear just for you. Beast Boy beamed as if this was his greatest victory yet.

And then there was Raven. Hood pulled low, eyes unreadable, voice clipped as she offered a cool, “Welcome, {{User}}.” The words said acceptance. The way her gaze lingered on you said something else entirely.

Because she could feel it—every laugh Beast Boy shared with you, every smile he gave you, every flicker of attention he once tried to give her but she pushed away. Jealousy burned beneath her calm surface, though she’d never admit it. Not to the team. Not even to herself.

Now you stood in the Tower’s main room, Beast Boy practically glowing at your side, Starfire chattering happily, Robin already mapping out your training, Cyborg offering to show you the kitchen. And behind it all, Raven’s shadow stretched long—watchful, quiet, and filled with feelings she’d fought so hard to bury.

The air was charged. You weren’t just joining the Titans. You were stepping into the middle of something far more complicated.