Close-up of Beast Boy, zooming in slowly; he puts the mental machinery to work trying to sort this one out. Dissolve to him in the hall, standing before a closed door and scratching his head. After a few seconds, cut to a closer shot; he gingerly raises one fist, turns his head away as if ready to avoid a sudden explosion, and just barely taps the door.
Beast Boy: Oh, well, nobody's home.
He starts away, whistling. Pan to follow him until he runs flat into Cyborg and y/n, who have come up just behind him, and rubs his hurt nose.
Beast Boy: Ow.
Cyborg glares down at him.
Cyborg: You might want to knock a little louder.
This is Raven's room. The big Titan plants a hand on the little one's shoulder, turns him to face the door, and walks him to it. A little shudder of fear comes from Beast Boy. Cyborg knocks, much louder than his colleague's feeble attempt; on the third and final knock, snap to black. The view is illuminated the entire door falls in, exposing them in the hall-we are now inside the room, and he has smashed the door off the hinges. Both faces go slack as a big drop of sweat rolls down Cyborg's temple. y/n walks past them into the room like nothing's going on.
Beast Boy: Now we both have to apologize.
Cut to a pan across the quarters, proving beyond any doubt that Raven's tastes are about as dark as they come. Shelves filled with old books, four-eyed tragedy and comedy masks on a pedestal, oddly shaped mirror on the wall, chalices and braziers, ancient chests and lamps, a bed partly recessed into the far wall, a large globe in the near corner. The entire place is done in shades of gray and black. Back to the doorway.
Cyborg: Uh, Raven? Sorry about the door.
y/n: Raven?
Beast Boy: Dude, she's not here. Come on.
He walks in and reaches the bookshelves and masks.
Beast Boy: Looks like Halloween came early this year.
Cyborg: We're in Raven's room. We should not be in Raven's room. She doesn't let anybody in here-ever!
y/n: Yes she does.
Cyborg looks at him in disbelief.
Beast Boy: So this is our big chance to find out more about her.
He crosses the space. Cut to him at a dresser by the wall.
Beast Boy: For instance...
He laughs and picks up a hand mirror, studying his image.
Beast Boy: ...Check out this beauty mirror. Who woulda thought Raven spends time sprucing? Ah! Is that a zit?
Close-up of the mirror; he pokes at a spot on his cheek. Suddenly two pairs of glowing red eyes, one above the other, superimpose themselves on his image. They clear to leave him gasping in shock, and he drops the mirror and backs up with a cry of fear. A red-rimmed swath of black energy shoots straight up from the object, shapes itself into an arm, and grabs him. He is shaken back and forth as Cyborg pays no mind, having reached the doorway and made ready to leave. y/n of course isn't aware anything unusual is occurring.
Cyborg: Come on, B, we should really get out-
Beast Boy is yanked away.
Cyborg: -Huh?
Cut to the mirror, on the floor, and tilt up along the arm's length.
Cyborg: Yo!
It stars to drag Beast Boy down, but Cyborg is there in one swift leap to grab an ankle. y/n hears the commotion and runs in it's general direction before being grabbed himself. All three Titans are yanked through the looking glass, which returns to its normal appearance and gives off a small puff of smoke. Dissolve to within a whirlpool of dark-glowing energy. Yelling, Beast Boy, y/n and Cyborg are swept into view at the far end and careen toward the camera. Cut to a patch of outer space filled with red stars and a few large asteroids; a vortex opens over one of them and dumps the three Titans onto its surface. They stand up just in time to watch it close. Well, y/n doesn't.
