Raven sat on her bed for hours, her mind reeling with sadistic memories that distracted her meditation. Titans Tower was presently silent, and she drowned in the calming sensation that stillness typically bequeathed.
Outside, the unfathomable amount of stars acted as iridescent beacons, reflecting off the enormous body of water surrounding the intimidating tower. The perimeter had been breached earlier but it wasn't an issue the Titans could not resolve, overpowering the enemy with such unimaginable ease it would earn even the Justice League's praise.
A cool and refreshing breeze escaped through the heliotrope curtains that flowed elegantly by the cracked open window. Raven attempted to concentrate harder, but as sunrise ascended so did the reedy rays that penetrated through her weary eyelids. This was getting her nowhere. Raven suppressed the urge (with much difficulty) to levitate the necessary objects distributed in an organized manner around the room and smash them against the walls in unadulterated wrath. Maybe her routine early morning shower would put her distraught nerves at ease.
Raven moseyed through the gloomy halls as she carried her toiletries to the bathroom. As she flipped the switch a blinding light flooded the room, burning her amethyst eyes naturally accustomed to the shade. Normally, she would revel in the slow and tranquil pace of this mundane procedure. But she wasted no time as the familiar and irritating noises of Beast Boy's awakening drifted from his room located further down the hall. Turning the shower knob, she discarded her garments and promptly stepped into the bathtub.
Raven permitted the steamy hot water to flow along the developing curves of her enticing body, enjoying its warmth compared to her overly air-conditioned room on top of the chilly breeze that came in through the window, despite the nearly suffocating humidity of a summer day.
A bottle of Dove shampoo belonging to Starfire leaned against the sea-foam green tile, solitary from the other hair care products, and Raven poured a glob nonchalantly over her head, purring as she methodically massaged the cleansing liquid into her short violet locks. Soap froths coursed between her breasts, legs, and buttocks as she navigated the soap haphazardly on her body. There was a firm, euphoric pressure between her legs whenever she accidentally stroked her dark nipples, and an itching tickle within her stomach as she passed a hand softly across her butt, tightening it. Tolerating the hot water to stream over the hole situated between her butt cheeks caused butterflies to swarm behind her navel and in her head. These sensations were not foreign to her, as habituated to them as she was due to regular showers. Raven vaguely contemplated how it would feel if someone else touched her this way.
Beast Boy awoke to a discomforting pressure building up in his almost overflowing bladder; the tank needed to be drained. He rose, not bothering to shut off the game system blinking a capitalized "You Are Dead!" on the TV screen, and walked down the hall to the nearest bathroom. Steam seeped underneath the rectangular gap in the door to indicate someone's presence, but this did not deter Beast Boy from answering the call of nature. Opening the door released a heavy mist of vapor causing him to wonder who the hell would take a hot shower this early in the morning. The notion of one of his team members waking up at such an untimely hour annoyed him for some unknown reason. He raised the toilet seat and relieved himself—roughly missing the bowl in his half-conscious state—and washed his hands and flushed, watching as the pale yellow liquid spun around until it finally disappeared to replace it with clean water.
Beast Boy prepared to leave just as a badgering voice abruptly pleaded with him to stay and peek around the shower curtain. He did not like to consider himself as a hentai (not completely), but when an opportunity to play a mean prank on whoever was in the bathtub popped up, he couldn't restrain himself; he had absolutely no control when it came to self-discipline, the very thing Robin tried to teach him, but to no avail. Beast Boy had to act on his whims; otherwise he'd go crazy from a lack of spontaneity.
Beast Boy stifled his chuckles as he silently rummaged through the medicine cabinet above the sink, grinning inanely as he found his object of interest: hemorrhoid cream. Unscrewing the cap, he squeezed the tube's contents onto the underwear, smothering the thick white cream onto the equally white material until it nearly blended in at first glance. Before turning the knob to the coldest temperature, Beast Boy peered around the shower curtain in order to witness who would have the honor of experiencing one of the greatest pranks of all time, expecting to see Robin bathing, entirely unaware of this forthcoming injustice. Instead, the scene before him made his member taut and erect.
Raven stood before Beast Boy, facing him so her entire body was in plain view. And what a view it was! Her slender form was stretched as she bent her head slightly backwards to rinse off the shampoo traveling across her back and front. Beast Boy licked his moist lips and masturbated as he focused (an achievement Robin would be proud of) on the single trail of soap foam that vanished into her dark, neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Upon further inspection, not a single hair was visible; her whole body had been shaved—arms, legs, underarms, even the tiny hairs that grew on her toes and fingers Beast Boy used to tease her about (without avoiding dire consequences, mind you) were gone. There was no imperfection on Raven's healthy, smoky-grey skin. It required all of Beast Boy's self-control to resist the temptation to reach out and stroke her delicate flesh.
As he masturbated, Beast Boy closed his jade eyes to get the full experience of fantasizing—not for the first time—about him and Raven joined together for a steamy, bathtub make-out session so kinky it would put porn stars to shame. Unfortunately, this dream of his would continue to thrive only in the depths of his very filthy adolescent mind. In doing so, he failed to open his eyes in time to avoid being noticed, the only testimony to him getting caught in the act being a sharp intake of breath. Beast Boy's eyes shot open to discover a fully aware and fully self-conscious Raven staring not at his face, but at the sticky hands that held the quivering member. Her expression contorted as if stuck between a heavy debate of whether to appear disgusted, confused, or agitated. The primary emotion of anger predominated over the others as Beast Boy's eyes gambled to lick her body from head to toe, landing on her exposed womanhood.
"Beast Boy," she snarled, a perceptible black aura suddenly enveloping her, hair rising as if submerged in water. The atmosphere's pressure amplified and Beast Boy realized how the shower droplets sizzled and evaporated as they persistently rained on her. He knew something horrible was about to happen to him, a punishment she deemed suitable, and that there was nothing he could do to put it to a standstill.
"R-Raven," he stammered weakly. "I-It's not what it l-looks like, I swear!" He threw his hands up in a yielding position, revealing his exposed and still erect member in the process. This seemed to fuel Raven's anger as her pure pitch-black eyes narrowed in repugnance; she resented that part of the male anatomy that resembled a disfigured, overgrown worm to her. The idea of it jutting out when stimulated to display the two round sacks usually concealed behind it almost made her vomit. She did not know the reason why she hated the appearance of a man's member, only that she accepted it for what it was and respected its useful purpose.
Beast Boy rose quickly from the spot next to the tub, backing away cautiously so as to not augment her anger, but it was already too late, he realized with fear.
"Azarath Metrion ZINTHOS!"
"Ahhh!"
Beast Boy's stomach plunged as he suddenly levitated and was sent crashing through the door with a deafening impact against the hallway wall with so much force that all he remembered as he fell into a painful unconsciousness was the nauseating crunch of shattered bones.