I'm Really Bad at Coming up With Titles (a BBRae fan-fiction by Person90X)

Chapter 5

Beast Boy took a step backwards, ready to bolt. Pretty pathetic, but Anna-Marie was Slender on steroids. Besides, everybody else was doing the same thing.

Robin stood up. "Beast Boy, take Terra and get out of here. Lillian, go with him. Cyborg, Raven, take Anna-Marie. I got Starfire. Titans, go!"

Beast Boy nodded and picked up Terra. She moaned slightly, and Beast Boy's heart hurt. 

Lillian held up Robin's staff. "What should I..."

"Take it!" Robin yelled.

Lillian dipped her head. "Go," she told Beast Boy.

Beast Boy turned into a cheetah and ran, Terra and Lillian on his back.

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Raven had never fought a martian before.

She knew they were telepathic, but she'd never actually seen one in action.

Long story short, either Anna-Marie had been carefully and skillfully trained for at least a decade, or martians were stronger than demons. Raven was pretty sure it was the former.

Once again, she thought as she tried and failed again to knock her out, telepathy is like a voice. you can have a good, untrained voice, or a bad, well trained voice. In the end, the trained voice wins.

She shot another attack at Anna-Marie and received one instead. Anna-Marie's voice, she thought dizzily,  is good and well trained.

She felt her mental shield dissolve, and saw Cyborg stop his attack and stare into Anna-Marie's yellow eyes... 

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Beast Boy heard Lillian groan. "Cyborg's out," she shouted above the wind in their faces.

Beast Boy nodded and ran faster.

He passed their usual pizzeria and bounded down 68th St.

"Raven's out, too," Lillian hollered.

But only when they got onto 76th St.,  and his sister announced that Robin was possessed by his older nightmare, was he afraid enough to lose his focus.

He shifted back into his human form in mid-stride, tumbling a good 30 ft. into an old, dilapidated warehouse. Lillian dragged Terra in after him.

"We can hide in here...not that it'll do much good. You okay?"

"I've been worse." He stood shakily to his feet and winced. "Well, I've been better, too..."

They carried Terra behind a pile of crates and waited silently. 

Beast Boy spoke. "You know, we haven't had a real conversation in seven years."

Lillian did the math. "Six years and seven months."

"Whatever."

"Might as well have one now."

"Sure."

"So..what do we talk about?" (Who else has this problem?)

Lillian shrugged and made that "I don't know" grunt.

Beast Boy thought for a minute. "All those years chasing her for me...do you have any life for yourself? Do you have any hobbies? Any friends?" he asked, worried about her answer.