Go to the Party

Raven stared at her phone screen, where Bumblebee’s message—“Yo, Raven! Star! Get Yall bootys here! Party at Titans Tower is LIT!”—was still glowing brightly against the glass. She let out a long, heavy, soul-weary sigh that seemed to drain every last drop of gothic motivation from her body.

She looked up at Starfire, taking in the alien girl’s wide, hopeful green eyes and the absolute physical struggle her "Heavenly Hottie" white angel top was currently enduring. The fabric was practically groaning under the sheer, soft mass of Starfire’s chest, and Raven knew that forcing their way through three miles of crowded sidewalks in garments that offered less coverage than a paper towel was a recipe for total exhaustion.

"Fine," Raven grumbled, her voice dropping into a flat, defeated deadpan. She reached down and gave the hem of her minuscule red devil skirt a sharp, desperate yank over her wide hips, though the stiff synthetic fabric immediately snapped back up to barely graze the lower curve of her plush bubble butt. "We'll go to the party."

Starfire’s entire face lit up like a supernova. "JOY!" she cheered, throwing her long, orange-tinted arms into the air with pure, unadulterated delight.

The sudden, ecstatic motion was catastrophic for her top. Starfire’s massive, soft breasts bounced violently, undulating beneath the thin white material as the tube top slid downward by a full half-inch, exposing the smooth, golden swell of her upper chest to the cool autumn air. Starfire hastily clamped her elbows to her ribs, catching the top just before a total disaster occurred, though her radiant smile never faltered.

"Oh, friend Raven, this shall be a most glorious gathering!" Starfire beamed, her long hot pink hair swaying wildly around her shoulders. "And do not despair regarding the sweet treats! If we make a swift appearance at the Tower to partake in the music and the questionable punch, we may still return to the public thoroughfares in time to conduct the last-minute harvest of the confectioneries!"

"Yeah, right," Raven muttered dryly, shifting her weight as her thick, pale thighs rubbed together beneath her micro-skirt. "If we make it back out before midnight without Beast Boy doing something stupid, it'll be a Halloween miracle. Let's just get this over with."

With a soft, collective hum of energy, both girls lifted off the pavement, rising straight up into the crisp October night sky.

Starfire’s starbolt propulsion flared in a soft, pinkish-green aura beneath her white high-waisted briefs, while Raven was enveloped in her signature dark, shadowy violet light. Down below on the sidewalk, a group of college students dressed as ghouls and movie monsters stopped dead in their tracks, their plastic drink cups frozen halfway to their mouths as they looked up at the two glowing figures hovering twenty feet above the street lamps.

"Yo... wait a minute," a guy in a cheap Frankenstein mask stammered, pointing a trembling finger into the air. "Is that... are those the real Titans?!"

"Look at the red devil one!" his buddy gasped, staring up at Raven's pale legs and the distinct, jiggling curve of her lower body as her shadow-cloak fluttered in the wind. "Look at those hips! That’s definitely Raven!"

"And the angel—dude, look at the hair! That’s Starfire!" another voice hollered from the curb, quickly pulling out a smartphone to snap a blurry photo. "They're wearing party store costumes!"

"Keep flying, Star," Raven hissed under her breath, her pale cheeks burning a bright, embarrassed rose as she felt the eyes of half the block pinned to her exposed backside. She wrapped her dark telekinetic aura tighter around her lower body, using the shadow magic like an invisible belt to pin her red devil skirt down against her thick thighs. "Don't give them a show."

Ascending higher into the cool night air, the two heroines glided side-by-side toward the dark waters of Jump City Bay, where the illuminated, T-shaped silhouette of Titans Tower stood proudly against the horizon. The wind up here was sharper, whipping through their hair and putting an immense amount of pressure on their already strained outfits.

Starfire flew slightly higher, her long, graceful body angled upward as her hot pink hair trailed behind her like a fiery comet. Every gust of wind pressed her white tube top flat against her ribcage, forcing her massive, pillowy chest outward in sharp relief.

"The atmospheric currents at this altitude are most refreshing!" Starfire called out over the rush of the air, her green eyes sparkling. She reached up with one slender hand to hold her halo headband in place, but the motion caused her shoulders to tilt, and her angel top threatened to ride down again. "It is far superior to pushing through the dense crowds of terrestrial revelers!"

"Just watch your posture, Star," Raven warned, flying with her pale arms crossed tightly over her chest to keep her red corset bustier from shifting. Her short black hair blew wildly across her face, framing the glowing red chakra on her forehead. "You're floating at a forty-five-degree angle. If the wind catches the top of that shirt, you're going to give the entire eastern seaboard a free demonstration of Tamaranian anatomy."

Starfire giggled, doing a smooth, aerial barrel-roll that made her lush, heavy chest bounce rhythmically against the strained white fabric. "Do not worry, Raven! My physical form is well-accustomed to the high-speed flight! Though I must inquire... have you given thought to the annual winter solstice traditions? I was reading in the digital archives about the Earth ritual of 'Secret Santa,' and I am filled with curiosity!"

Raven raised a pale, dark eyebrow, eyeing her friend incredulously as they banked left over the bay. "Secret Santa? Star, it's October thirty-first. We haven't even eaten our stolen Halloween candy yet, and you're already thinking about Christmas?"

"It is never too early to prepare for the giving of the gifts!" Starfire insisted brightly, her long, sun-kissed legs kicking softly in the air as her white hot-pants hugged her sculpted hips. "I wish to know if it is permissible to gift item of great personal value, or if the tradition demands objects of comedic intent, such as the loud holiday sweaters!"

"Usually, there's a twenty-dollar limit so people don't go crazy," Raven said, adjusting her tiny foam devil horns as the wind tried to pull them from her hair. "And if you get Beast Boy, a pair of earplugs is the best gift you can give him. Now focus on landing—and please, try not to do anything that results in a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction before we even cross the threshold. My nerves are already shot."

"I shall exercise the utmost caution!" Starfire promised, placing a hand over her heart—a gesture that caused her deep, golden cleavage to squeeze together so dramatically that the thin white fabric groaned in protest.

They descended smoothly onto the main landing pad of Titans Tower Island. The sprawling, T-shaped building was ablaze with decorative purple and orange floodlights, and the bass from Cyborg’s audio setup inside was vibrating through the concrete beneath their feet.

Landing gracefully on the polished stone plaza, Starfire gave her hips a slight shake, her massive chest giving two soft, heavy bounces before settling beneath her stretched top. Raven touched down beside her, immediately reaching down with both pale hands to smooth her red devil skirt over her thick thighs and wide hips, releasing a long sigh of relief when she confirmed everything was still covered—barely.

They walked toward the heavy glass automatic doors leading into the Tower's central atrium. But as they approached the main entrance that would lead to the elevator bank that led up to the Main Ops and Living Room, Raven suddenly froze in her tracks, her dark eyes widening in utter disbelief.

"What in the..." Raven breathed out.

Taped directly above the sleek chrome frame of the elevator doors—elevated roughly eight feet off the ground—was a sight of absolute, unhinged holiday chaos.

It was Wally West—Kid Flash. He was completely, utterly nude, his pale skin glowing under the hallway lights, and he was thoroughly secured to the wall above the elevator frame with thick, silver industrial duct tape. Multiple strips of heavy tape were wrapped around his chest, his waist, and his ankles, pinning him like a bizarre, wall-mounted display. He was fast asleep, his head slumping forward onto his chest, a soft, drunken snore escaping his lips. A plastic cup that smelled faintly of cheap tropical rum lay shattered on the floor beneath him.

Raven stopped dead in her tracks, staring up at the duct-taped speedster. A sudden, unstoppable smirk broke across her pale face, and a tiny, snarky giggle escaped her lips before she could suppress it.

"Cold out here or something, Wally?" Raven asked quietly, her deadpan voice echoing in the quiet hallway as she eyed the speedster's shivering form.

Starfire stepped up beside her, looking up at Wally with wide, curious green eyes. "Oh my! Friend Wally appears to have lost both his garments and his equilibrium!"

Without a single moment of hesitation, Starfire reached down into the deep, pillowy valley of her exposed cleavage, sliding her orange hand deep between her massive, soft breasts. She pulled out her slender smartphone, which had been stashed safely inside her tight angel top all night.

"Allow me to document this memorable occurrence!" Starfire chirped happily.

She held the phone up, zooming the camera lens straight in on Wally’s lower torso. With a cheerful grin, Starfire raised her free hand into the camera frame, pinching her thumb and index finger together until there was barely a centimeter of space between them.

CLICK!

The phone camera flashed brightly, capturing a high-definition photo of the sleeping, nude speedster and his remarkably small, shriveled, cold-exposed package.

"It is quite astonishing!" Starfire giggled innocently, putting her fingers right up to Raven's face to show her the pinching gesture. "Look at how remarkably small it has become! It resembles a tiny, withered cherry!"

Raven snorted, burying her pale face in her hand as a dark chuckle escaped her throat. "That's cold, Star. Literally. Look at him—he got hammered, tried to run up a wall, and somebody duct-taped him to the doorframe like a festive banner." Raven shook her head, her red devil horns tilting. "I can't believe he let himself end up in a position like that. How embarrassing."

Starfire looked at Raven, her green eyes tilting with a look of genuine, puzzled confusion. She lowered her phone slightly, her long hot pink hair swaying over her shoulder. "Is it truly so surprising, Raven? Has such an embarrassing predicament not befallen the two of us on numerous occasions in the past?"

Raven blinked, her pale cheeks flushing a dark crimson as memories of alien transformations, magic mishaps, and costume failures flashed through her mind. She cleared her throat loudly, crossing her arms over her red corset bustier to hide her fluster.

"That's... completely different," Raven insisted tightly, glaring up at the sleeping Wally. "It won't happen to us. At least... not tonight. So don't jinx it."

"If you say so, my friend!" Starfire giggled warmly. She casually slid her smartphone back down into the soft, yielding depths of her cleavage, pushing it deep between her massive, bouncy breasts until it was safely tucked away against her orange skin. "It is securely stored once more!"

Raven closed her eyes for a brief second, shaking her head at the casual display of fanservice, before reaching out and pressing the glowing silver call button for the elevator.

The metallic elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, revealing the massive Main Ops and Living Room of Titans Tower.

The entire space had been completely transformed into a Halloween party paradise. Orange and purple string lights crisscrossed the ceiling, heavy faux cobwebs draped over the main computer consoles, and a massive fog machine in the corner was spewing thick, sweet-scented white mist across the floor. Halloween funk music—a heavy, bass-filled groove with spooky synthesizer riffs—was blasting from Cyborg’s high-end sound system, shaking the glass windows facing the ocean.

As Raven and Starfire stepped out of the elevator, taking extra care to keep their tight, ill-fitting outfits in check, their eyes immediately landed on a circular table set up near the kitchen counter.

Gathered around the table were Argent (Antonia Monetti), Batgirl (Barbara Gordon), and a pair of twin girls dressed in matching, highly detailed Robin cosplays.

The group was currently engaged in an intense, high-stakes game of high-card strip poker, and the stakes were clearly taking a massive toll on their attire.

Argent was sitting in her chair wearing nothing but a sheer, metallic-purple lace bra and matching Halloween-themed panties, her pale legs crossed as she held her cards with a confident smirk. Batgirl was doing slightly better, still wearing her black leather domino mask and a dark yellow sports bra that held her athletic, toned chest, though her utility belt and trousers were nowhere to be seen, leaving her in high-waisted dark yellow briefs.

The two Robin cosplayers—twin sisters who were clearly die-hard fan girls and close allies of Barbara and Argent—were in varying states of defeat. The bolder twin was down to her green, Robin-themed brassiere and shorts, while the shy twin was sitting in her chair with her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach, wearing only a pair of bright red, high-cut panties and a matching yellow bra, her face glowing like a ripe tomato.

In the center of the table sat a massive steel safe with its door wide open. Every time a player lost a hand, they were forced to take off a piece of clothing and lock it inside the safe. Sitting right beside the safe was a literal mountain of high-end, premium Halloween candy—king-sized chocolate bars, giant sour candies, and gourmet truffles. The rules were obvious: the last girl left standing with her clothes on won the entire candy jackpot.

Batgirl smirked, casually laying down a winning hand of three Aces onto the felt table. She looked over at the shy Robin twin, who let out a soft squeal of dismay as she realized she had lost again.

"Play it safe next time, kid," Batgirl advised coolly, reaching out to pull a small pile of candy toward her chip stack. "Or you're going to end up like the last loser. She lost three hands in a row earlier and had to go fulfill her 'punishment' out on the streets of Jump City."

All three girls at the table burst into a fit of giggles.

"Oh man," Argent laughed, swirling a glass of punch in her hand as her sheer purple bra shifted over her pale chest. "Yeah, that bow girl said she was going to send us a video progress report in any minute now. I can't wait to see the look on her face!"

The bolder Robin twin leaned over, poking her shy sister in the ribs. "See? I told you! And you better not try to cheat on your next card, or the girls are going to duct-tape you outside right next to Wally!"

The shy twin hid her red face in her hands, groaning in embarrassment as the others laughed.

Starfire’s bright green eyes lit up as she observed the game. "Oh! Look, Raven! A game of chance involving the forfeit of garments for sugary rewards! It appears to be most competitive! Shall we inquire if there is space for two more participants?"

Starfire made a step toward the table, her long orange legs taking a wide stride that caused her white angel briefs to ride up dramatically, while her massive chest gave a heavy, tantalizing bounce beneath her stretched tube top.

Raven instantly reached out, grabbing Starfire by the shoulder and dragging her back. "No way, Star. Look at them—they're practically naked, and they've got a safe locking their clothes away. With our luck tonight, we'd lose one hand, our thirty-second budget costumes would fall off, and we'd be standing there in our underwear while Batgirl takes all the candy."

Starfire crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a dramatic, adorable alien pout. She pushed her lips out, her green eyes turning big and pleading. "But Raven! The mountain of chocolate is of exceptional quality!"

"We are not playing strip poker," Raven said firmly, her deadpan voice leaving no room for argument. "Keep your clothes on."

Moving further into the vibrant Ops room, the scent of fruity alcohol and spiked punch hit their noses. Over on the makeshift dance floor near the main couch, two more familiar figures were completely lost in the music.

Bumblebee, dressed in an insanely tight, shimmering yellow-and-black "Queen Bee" costume with tiny glittery wings, was grooving heavily to the Halloween funk beat. Her outfit featured a plunging neckline that showcased her rich, dark cleavage, and her sculpted hips were swaying with practiced, hypnotic rhythm.

Dancing right beside her was Wonder Girl (Cassandra Sandsmark), who had opted for a classic Lara Croft outfit—complete with tight brown leather shorts, a tight teal tank top that clung to her athletic chest, and brown combat boots.

Both heroines were holding large, glowing neon cups filled with a dark, bubbling purple liquid, actively trying to out-drink each other while executing dramatic, laughing dance moves.

Bumblebee caught sight of Raven and Starfire out of the corner of her eye. She let out a loud, cheerful shout, raising her cup in the air as she shimmy-shook her hips to the bassline.

"Yo! The party has officially arrived!" Bumblebee hollered, taking a massive gulp from her cup before reaching into a nearby basket and grabbing two handfuls of high-end chocolate bars. She tossed them through the air straight at Raven and Starfire. "Catch!"

Starfire deftly caught three king-sized bars with alien speed, her massive chest jiggling dynamically with the sudden movement, while Raven caught two with a dark flick of her telekinesis.

"Hey girls!" Wonder Girl giggled, her pale cheeks flushed bright red from the alcohol as she did a little spin in her Lara Croft shorts. "You gotta try this punch! Cyborg mixed it with some alien fruit juice Starfire brought back last month! It tastes like grape soda, but it hits like a freight train!"

Starfire’s green eyes sparkled with interest as she looked at Bumblebee’s glowing cup. "An alien fruit concoction? Oh, I am most intrigued! Is it derived from the Tamaranian sun-berry?"

"We'll think about it," Raven interrupted quickly, placing a protective pale hand on Starfire's arm before her friend could take a cup. "We literally just got here, and I'd prefer if at least one of us stayed sober enough to make sure no one records us."

Bumblebee laughed, taking another long sip. "Suit yourself, Rae-Rae! But you guys look ridiculous in those tiny costumes! I love it!"

Raven blinked, her dark eyes darting down to her tight red devil skirt, then over to Starfire's straining angel top. She took a slow breath, realizing something surprising.

"You know..." Raven muttered quietly to Starfire as they walked toward the lounge area, "we've been in this room for five minutes, and we've actually been lucky. Nobody here has made a huge deal about how small these costumes are. They're all too drunk or distracted to care."

"Indeed!" Starfire agreed brightly, placing a hand on her hip. "It appears our anxieties regarding public scrutiny were entirely unfounded within the walls of our own sanctuary!"

Just as Raven was beginning to relax, her dark eyes caught sight of a massive, glowing neon sign taped above the doorway leading into the Tower’s auxiliary game room.

The sign, written in glowing green paint, read: HALLOWEEN HORROR MOVIE MARATHON! ENTER IF YOU DARE!

Through the semi-open door, Raven could see the dim, flickering blue light of the massive projection screen. Beast Boy, Cyborg, Nightwing, and several other party guests were piled onto the giant beanbag chairs inside, watching a terrifying slasher film. Loud, blood-curdling screams and ominous orchestral music echoed out from the room's high-end surround-sound speakers.

Raven instantly stiffened, her pale skin turning a shade paler as a sharp, involuntary shudder ran down her spine.

Her mind immediately flashed back to the last time the Titans had hosted a scary movie night. She had tried to act tough, claiming her dark demon heritage made her immune to silly jump scares, only for a sudden grotesque monster reveal on screen to cause her dark magic to flare out of control and end up trapping the titans in a horror film Raven unintentionally was causing.

Starfire noticed Raven’s sudden rigidity. She tilted her pink head, her luminous green eyes studying Raven's pale face with a playful, mischievous glint.

"Raven?" Starfire asked softly, a tiny smirk touching her lips. "Are you... demonstrating the fear? Is the scary cinema causing your dark heart to tremble?"

Raven snapped her head toward Starfire, her crimson eyes flashing defensively as she quickly straightened her posture, pulling her red devil bustier tight against her chest. "I am not scared of that anymore," Raven stated firmly, her voice carrying an edge of sharp, defensive pride. "I'm a demon princess, Star. I don't get scared by cheap Hollywood jump scares and fake rubber prosthetics. I can handle a movie marathon. It's not going to end up like last time. At all."

"If you say so, my fearless friend!" Starfire giggled softly, though her expression quickly shifted as she looked around the bustling, loud Living Room.

The party was raging all around them—Batgirl and Argent were cheering as another hand of strip poker began, Bumblebee and Wonder Girl were executing a chaotic dance routine on the couch, and the movie marathon was roaring in the game room. Starfire turned back to Raven, pushing her soft, full lips out into another adorable, dramatic pout. Her massive, soft chest heaved with a deep, disappointed sigh that made her white angel top strain to its absolute physical limits, her immense cleavage bulging over the fabric. "So..." Starfire whined sweetly, crossing her slender orange arms tightly beneath her chest, which only served to thrust her voluptuous bosom out even further. "If we are not going to partake in the strip poker, and we are not going to consume the alien punch, and you are refusing to watch the frightening cinema... what are the two of us supposed to do?!"Raven stood on the polished floor, clutching her plastic green pumpkin bucket in one hand while her other pale hand desperately held her micro-skirt down over her thick thighs. She looked at Starfire's pouting, gorgeous face, then around the chaotic room, completely at a loss for their next move.