by J. E. Bright
“Your move,” she told Beast Boy and Cyborg.
They blinked blankly at her.
“What?” asked Beast Boy.
Cyborg peered down at the marble horse he was sitting atop. “You want us to move?”
“Yeah,” Raven replied.
Beast Boy and Cyborg waited a moment, and then they began to dance. Mostly they just wiggled their arms and tilted their heads, since they couldn’t really move their marble bases enough to dance.
“We’re movin’,” said Beast Boy, getting into the groove.
“Uh-huh!” said Cyborg, moving his head like a pigeon to the rhythm. “That’s right! Woo!”
Raven glared at them. Cracks in the inner reality formed behind her as she teetered on the edge of losing control.
“Hey,” Raven demanded. “Are you kidding me? How can chess pieces not know how to play chess?”
“We’ve never been chess pieces till now,” replied Cyborg. His voice got oddly deeper halfway through his sentence.
“How can I win if you don’t know how to play?” growled Raven.
“Dude,” said Beast Boy, “that’s a good question.”
“And the answer is she can’t win, bro!” cheered Cyborg. “Which means we can’t lose!”
Beast Boy pumped his fist. “Are we about to win our very first game of chess? Awesome!”
“I’d high-five you if I could reach you,” said Cyborg.
Raven pressed her palms against her temples, as though trying to keep her head from exploding. Can’t let them drive me crazy, she scolded herself. She looked up at Cyborg and Beast Boy. “Go ahead,” she told them. “Celebrate.”
“She’s right,” said Beast Boy. “This moment is too beautiful not to commemorate.”
“If we can’t high-five, then let’s high-forehead,” Cyborg suggested.
They both began rocking back and forth, wiggling their heavy marble bases closer.
“Almost there,” Cyborg grunted. “Bro…”
Beast Boy rocked a bit too hard. He wobbled, lurched, and tipped over, smacking his head right into Cyborg’s.
“Ow, dummy!” cried Cyborg. Cyborg toppled over, falling into the bishop, which fell into the queen, which whacked into the king. The king hit the board with a loud thump.
Raven pumped her fist in the air. “You surrendered your king,” she said. “I win.”
The chessboard vanished into the fog.
When she turned around, a gigantic door loomed ahead of Raven. She marched toward it, feeling smaller as she got closer.
As she reached the door, Raven saw that the low, brass doorknob was shaped just like Robin’s face.
“You would be the last obstacle,” Raven told the doorknob.
“That’s right, Raven,” said Robin’s brass face. “No one drives you crazier than I do. Now if you want to pass you must… answer a riddle!”
“I’ve already done that,” said Raven.
“Oh,” said the doorknob shaped like Robin’s face. “In that case… you have to win a game of chess!”
Raven raised her eyebrows. “I did that, too.”
“Really?” Robin asked. “Well, then… you have to… uh…” The doorknob let out a deep sigh. “Oh, never mind. Come on in.”
Raven grabbed the doorknob and turned it.
“Ow!” cried Robin, sounding muffled under her hand. “My nose!”
The door swung open, and Raven stepped into the dark chamber beyond.
Weirdly cheerful music echoed along the arched ceiling high above. Raven walked into the darkness, heading for a faint spot of light on the other side of the room. It was an open doorway. Raven walked faster.
As she got closer, Raven stopped short, glaring in anger, now able to see into the lit room.
“You,” she said.
In a cozy little den, her father, Trigon, the demon conqueror of multiple dimensions and enslaver of civilizations, sat in a comfy recliner, watching TV and eating popcorn.
“Hi, honey,” said Trigon. “Lose your mind yet?”
Raven covered one eye with her hand. “Using imagery of my friends to drive me crazy,” she said. “Was all this about turning me evil?”
“Got me!” chortled Trigon. He popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth and chomped on it. “Did it work?”
“Of course not,” Raven replied. “I already spend every day with them. You could never drive me as crazy as they do.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Trigon, leaning back in his recliner. “They actually seem pretty fun.”
“Then you should spend more time with them,” said Raven. Before her father could react, Raven recited her most powerful incantation. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!”
Ghostly moving images of Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, and Beast Boy appeared floating in the air in a flash of magic. Raven waved her hand and then made a fist. The wisps of the Titans swirled together for a moment, then darted right into Trigon’s ear.
Trigon’s eyes bugged out. “Hey!” he cried. “Why’d you do that?”
Raven moved back as Trigon leaped out of his recliner. He hopped around wildly, smacking his claw against his pointy ear. But no matter how hard he whacked himself, he couldn’t dislodge the spirits of the Teen Titans.
“They sure are loud!” Trigon hollered. “Stop that,” he whined. “Stop calling me bro! I do not wish to train! You’re all driving me crazy!”
Trigon shrieked a bloodcurdling scream of torment, and then vanished in a puff of smoke.
Raven smiled.
She opened her eyes.
She was in the Titans Tower living room, hovering in front of the couch.
Her teammates were watching her carefully.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“The new Captain Crazy,” replied Robin. “Congratulations.”
Raven’s teammates applauded wildly.
Raven shook her head, holding up her hand for them to be quiet. “No,” she said. “You don’t get it. I’m not crazy. I mean, you all drive me crazy, all the time. But you know what? In the end, that’s what keeps me sane.”
The Titans remained silent for a second, processing Raven’s words.
“That makes no sense,” said Beast Boy.
“Crazy day,” said Raven.
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Cover
Title Page
Welcome
Halloween Spirit Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Horse Show Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Crazy Day Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Copyright
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First ebook edition: October 2015
ISBN 978-0-316-37733-1
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