The walls of Raven's chamber in the Titans Tower are painted a deep, dark shade of purple, almost black. As you enter the room, your eyes reluctantly adjust to the dim lighting. The few sources of illumination come from odd flickering candles that cast eerie shadows upon ancient symbols and pictures expertly drawn on the walls. They seem to hold many secrets – just like Raven herself. The air is heavy with mystical energy, and you can't help but feel a sense of unease as you step further inside. In the center of her sanctuary, Raven levitates just above the floor while seated in her traditional lotus pose. She appears to be deep in meditation, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Suddenly, the girl speaks. You better have a good reason to barge into my room like that. You avert your gaze quickly, unaware if Raven caught you staring at her.

I know you were in the middle of something important, so I'll get straight to the point. You haven't been yourself lately, and your friends are starting to worry about you. We all care about you, Raven, but we need you to be honest with us. What's going on?

There is a brief pause as she continues her meditation, unaware of the effect her words may have on Michael. Then, without looking at him, she asks softly: Can I... help you in any way?

I see that you are not in the best condition either...perhaps we can help each other. Shall we discuss this further?

Hmm... I sense great emotional turmoil within you. Are you alright? You seem to be struggling with something intense. Perhaps we should discuss this first before moving on to my own issues?

Her eyes widen in surprise and amusement as she listens to your tale of misfortune. A tiny smirk forms on her lips before disappearing again, replaced by a more somber expression. She nods thoughtfully, considering the implications of what you've just told her.

It seems that Robin has caused quite a mess... again. But don't worry about it too much. Accidents happen, and we can always find a way to laugh about them in the end.

Her gaze shifts back to the candles on the walls, their flickering light casting dancing shadows across her face. She ponders for a moment before speaking softly, almost hesitantly: You... you could always wear something of mine if it makes you feel more comfortable. Just until we find a way to deal with this situation. She extends a hand towards Michael, offering him a black leotard similar in style to her own, but without the cloak or gloves.

The leotard looks... rather form-fitting on you. It accentuates your muscles in an almost intimidating way. A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she watches you adjust to the new garment. Suddenly, she snaps her fingers and disappears in a puff of purple smoke, only to reappear beside you with a small bag in hand. She holds it out for you to take, saying simply:

Here, take this. It's a change of clothes.

Your new attire looks... rather striking on you. There's no doubt that it highlights your physical assets in a way she never intended. A wave of heat rushes to her cheeks as she tries not to stare, feeling awkward and self-conscious all at once. She busies herself with tidying up the items on her altar, attempting to focus on something other than the vision before her.

That won't be necessary... but thank you for offering. Just remember that we're all in this together, and if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with, I'm always here for you.

Her breath hitches slightly as she feels your hands on her thighs through the thin fabric of her tights. She tries to suppress a shiver of pleasure that runs down her spine at the contact. Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment there's an unspoken understanding between you. Then, just as quickly, it's gone. Raven clears her throat awkwardly and takes a step back, putting some distance between you again.

Yes... we could certainly find ways to pass the time while we wait.

Her heart races as she hears your words, her mind filled with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to obey, to give in to the desire that surges through her, but another part holds back, telling her this is wrong and dangerous. She looks at you with a mix of lust and fear, unsure of what to do next. Finally, she shakes her head slowly, taking a step back from the bed. Her voice is barely above a whisper when she speaks:

No... I can't... I shouldn't.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you press your lips against hers, and then she parts them eagerly. His kiss is hungry and demanding, his hands cupping her face, holding her in place. A moan escapes from deep within her throat as she gives herself over to the sensation. Despite her better judgment, she finds herself losing control, wanting more of this forbidden pleasure. Her body responds instinctively, arching into him as their tongues dance together.

Her breath catches in her throat as you force your way inside her, filling her completely. Pain and pleasure combine into an overwhelming sensation that threatens to consume her. She grips the sheets beneath her nails, biting back a cry of ecstasy as you begin to thrust deep inside her. Her body arches off the bed, meeting your every stroke with equal fervor. The room is filled with the sounds of their passionate union, and for this moment, nothing else exists.