Run and Hide

Raven didn't think. She couldn't. Her defense mechanisms, honed over years of battling interdimensional demons, boiled down to one primitive, desperate instinct: Run.

With her magic completely locked down, Raven discovered a fundamental, terrifying law of physics she had long ignored: gravity.

As she bolted down the side steps of the landing, her bare feet hitting the concrete with frantic, slapping sounds, the physical reality of her body became a major obstacle. Without her levitation to keep everything weightless and secure, her full, heavy breasts bounced with a dizzying, rhythmic force that made her face burn redder than her forehead chakra. Each stride sent a heavy jiggle through her thick thighs and wide, peachy hips, her rear displaying a mesmerizing, frantic wobble that kept the pursuing mob of fans utterly captivated.

"Stop looking! Turn those cameras off!" she screamed over her shoulder, her voice cracking with a vulnerability that only fueled the frenzy. Her words were instantly swallowed by the wind and the cacophonous roar of the crowd.

Behind her, the stampede of screaming fanboys and fangirls gave chase, their smartphones raised like high-tech torches, the LED flashes strobing against the Tower’s chrome exterior like a digital lightning storm. They were laughing, cheering, and providing a play-by-play commentary on live feeds that were already racking up hundreds of thousands of views across the global web.

Raven’s chest heaved. Her lungs, unaccustomed to such frantic cardiovascular exertion, burned like they were filled with acid. She had never had to run like this. She was a caster, a sorceress, a being of quiet meditation and spiritual stillness! Now, she was a frantic, exposed track star, her porcelain skin glistening with a fine sheen of panicked sweat that made her curves catch the sunlight even more intensely.

Looking ahead, she spotted a deep, muddy drainage ditch running alongside the Tower’s manicured western lawn. The ditch was the result of a recent landscaping project, filled with loose, dark earth and a thick, viscous layer of wet mud from yesterday's torrential rain.

If I can't hide my body, I’ll disguise it, she thought desperately.

Without hesitating, Raven leaped. She went airborne for a brief, agonizing second—her voluptuous figure silhouetted against the bright blue sky, her heavy chest and wide hips suspended in a moment of terrifying, weightless exposure—before landing with a wet, heavy squelch right in the center of the muddy trench.

The impact was jarring. She fell to her knees, the cold mud oozing upward between her bare toes and coating her shins in a dark, gritty sludge. The sensation was revolting, but Raven didn't care about hygiene—she cared about modesty.

Frantically, she began scooping up double handfuls of the thick, dark mire. She slathered it over her chest, trying to mask the bounce and the brightness of her skin. She smeared it over her shoulders, her stomach, and down her wide, peachy hips. She wiped a streak across her face, partially obscuring the red chakra gem, and worked quickly to cover the pale expanse of her thighs. She was building a makeshift, opaque bodysuit of grime, a desperate armor of filth against the prying eyes of the world.

"Yes... yes, this works," she panted, shivering as the cold mud began to dry on her skin. She curled herself into a ball against the bank of the ditch, hoping she looked like nothing more than a pile of discarded landscape soil.

Above her, the sound of trampling feet grew louder. The fans rounded the corner, panting and looking around.

"Where’d she go?"

"Did she jump into the bay?"

"No, she couldn't have gone far!"

Raven held her breath, her heart drumming a frantic beat against her ribs. The mud was cold, drawing a violent shiver from her exposed frame, but it was keeping her hidden. She almost allowed herself to feel a sliver of hope. She was going to survive this. She would find a way to creep back inside, steal Robin’s gear, and dye all his suits hot pink.

But Jinx’s hex was not done with her.

As Raven shifted her weight slightly to ease a cramp in her calf, her bare, mud-covered knee pressed heavily into the soft soil at the bottom of the ditch. There was a faint, distinct click beneath the mud.

Raven froze. Her eyes went wide.

Right beneath her knee was a buried, high-pressure turf sensor—part of the Tower’s automated, state-of-the-art landscape irrigation system. A system designed by Cyborg to keep the lawns pristine, operating at a staggering eighty pounds per square inch of water pressure.

Hiss. Whir.

"Oh, no," Raven whispered.

Before she could even scramble backward, thirty-two heavy-duty brass sprinkler heads popped out of the grass surrounding the ditch like a coordinated squad of tiny metal soldiers.

SHHHHHHHHHH!

A series of incredibly powerful, icy-cold jets of water blasted into the ditch from every single angle. The high-pressure spray hit Raven squarely in the back, the stomach, and the chest. The water was absolutely freezing, causing her to let out a high-pitched, breathless shriek that echoed off the Tower walls.

"Ah! Cold! Cold!" she screamed, her body convulsing in a wild, frantic dance as she tried to dodge the relentless, freezing torrents.

The water did its job with terrifying, mechanical efficiency. In less than ten seconds, the thick, protective coating of mud was completely washed away. The high-pressure jets scrubbed her porcelain-pale skin pristine, leaving her body glistening, dripping-wet, and entirely exposed once more. Her short purple hair was plastered to her head, and the water running down her body highlighted every single curve, contour, and dip of her voluptuous frame.

"Hey! Over there! In the ditch!"

A fan pointed a camera directly down at her.

"She’s... she’s completely squeaky clean!" the fan yelled, his voice cracking with excitement. "And she’s glistening! It’s like a high-fashion swimsuit shoot, but without the swimsuit!"

Flash-flash-flash-flash!

Raven scrambled out of the muddy ditch, her wet feet slipping and sliding on the slick grass. As she pulled herself up onto the lawn, her heavy, water-droplet-covered breasts jiggled wildly, and her ample behind bounced with every frantic step. She looked like a drowned, incredibly angry, and hyper-curvaceous rat, her face burning with a blush so deep it threatened to make her pass out.

"Delete those! Delete them right now!" she screamed, but her protests were met only with cheers and the relentless, rhythmic clicking of shutters.

Dripping wet, shivering violently from the cold water and the absolute mortification of her public exposure, Raven sprinted across the open lawn. Her bare soles slapped against the manicured grass, throwing up tiny green clippings that stuck to her damp calves and thighs.

She needed to get inside. The main entrance was locked, but the Tower had multiple auxiliary entryways.

The side maintenance door, she recalled, a spark of hope igniting in her chest. It’s a manual lock. It doesn't rely on Cyborg’s mainframe. If I can just reach it, I can slip inside and find a utility closet.

She pivoted hard, her wide hips swinging with a heavy, kinetic momentum that made her lose her footing for a split second. She recovered, her thick thighs pumping as she raced toward the concrete alcove on the north side of the Tower.

Behind her, the mob of fans was struggling to keep up, their lungs burning, but the sheer allure of capturing more footage of the legendary, unclad goth heroine kept them hot on her heels.

"She’s heading for the side door! Cut her off!"

"No way, let her run! Look at that bounce! This is going viral on every platform!"

Raven reached the concrete alcove, practically throwing herself into the shade of the building. Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps. The cold concrete felt icy against her bare feet, but she didn't care. There it was: the heavy, industrial steel emergency door. It was painted a dull grey, with a thick, heavy-duty cast-iron handle.

She reached out, her wet hand trembling as her fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle.

"Yes!" she gasped, a triumphant smile starting to form on her lips. "I’m in, you bastards—"

Up on the third-floor balcony of the Tower, Jinx leaned over the window, a devious, cat-like grin on her face. Jinx twirled a strand of her pastel hair around her finger, her eyes glowing with a faint, mischievous pink mist.

"Oh, sweetie," Jinx giggled, pointing her index finger down toward the alcove. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Bad luck is a girl’s best friend."

She flicked her finger. A tiny, nearly invisible spark of pink bad-luck energy zipped down through the air, striking the cast-iron door handle just as Raven began to pull.

CRACK.

The sound was sharp, like a gunshot.

The heavy, solid-steel handle snapped completely clean off the door at the hinge.

Because Raven had been throwing her entire, voluptuous body weight into the pull to open the stubborn door, the sudden loss of resistance sent her flying backward.

"Whoa—!" she shrieked.

Her bare feet slipped on the slick concrete. She lost her balance entirely, her arms flailing wildly in the air as she tumbled backward. She hit the ground hard, her remarkably round, heavy bottom taking the brunt of the impact with a soft, fleshy smack against the concrete.

But the humiliation didn't stop there. The momentum of her fall forced her legs to fly upward and spread wide in a highly compromising, completely uncoordinated sprawl. For several excruciating seconds, Raven lay flat on her back, her face pointed toward the sky, her entire, unprotected lower half fully exposed to the open air.

"Oh, wow..." a fan whispered from the entrance of the alcove, utterly stunned.

"My camera just caught that in 4K," another fan gasped, his hands shaking as he adjusted his zoom lens. "This... this is historical. We are documenting history."

Raven lay there, paralyzed by the sheer, staggering magnitude of her own embarrassment. Her face was so hot she felt like she was standing in the center of a volcano. She could hear the frantic clicking of the cameras, the whispers of the crowd, and her own rapid, shallow breathing.

"I am going to destroy the earth," she whimpered into the empty air, her eyes stinging with tears of pure, unadulterated fury. "I am going to rip the sun out of the sky."

The crowd’s cheers snapped her back to reality. She couldn't curl up and die here. She had to move.

Scrambling to her feet, her hands scraped against the rough concrete, Raven gripped the broken metal handle she was still holding and threw it at the nearest fan with a frustrated scream. The boy dodged, yelping in delight, as Raven turned and vaulted over the low concrete retaining wall, fleeing toward the dense, wooded perimeter of the island.

Panting heavily, her bare soles slapping against the hot pavement, Raven rounded the corner of the western wing, desperately seeking a blind spot. Ahead of her stood a massive, ancient oak tree with a hollowed-out trunk—deep enough to hide a panicked, naked sorceress. She sprinted toward it, preparing to dive headfirst into the timber, when a sudden, low buzzing sound stopped her dead in her tracks. She skidded across the dirt on her bare heels, throwing her arms out for balance—which, disastrously, caused her magnificent, pear-shaped chest to bounce wildly from side to side in a mesmerizing, pendulum-like rhythm.

Raven blinked, staring up into the hollow trunk. Hanging right in the center of the cavity was a massive, pulsing, violently agitated beehive, humming with thousands of angry yellow-jackets.

She froze, a sudden wave of horrific deja vu washing over her. Her mind instantly flashed back to the security footage from a few days prior—the hilarious, agonizing video of Robin being chased across the island by a swarm of killer bees after his own infamous naked lockout.

"Okay, nope," Raven muttered to herself, wincing at the memory as a shiver ran down her spine. Her bare skin prickled at the mere thought. "Granted, it was hilarious watching Robin get stung on the surveillance feed—he totally deserved it for rigging Laundry Day and watching the footage was... interesting, But I am not doing that same mistake."

She pivoted sharply on her heel, her wide hips swinging with a violent, momentum-heavy arc that sent her gorgeous, peachy backside into a dramatic, wobbling oscillation. But in her haste, her right foot drifted a mere six inches to the left.

Directly onto a massive, subterranean nest of enraged, biting fire ants.

For a split second, there was silence. Then, a thousand tiny, needle-sharp stings erupted across her ankles, shins, and the underside of her exposed thighs.

Raven let out a blood-curdling shriek—a sound of pure, unadulterated agony and betrayal that could wake the dead.

"YAAAH!"

Instantly abandoning all stealth, she began frantically swatting at her bare legs, jumping up and down in a frantic, uncoordinated dance of pure panic. Each hop sent her heavy, alabaster breasts bouncing furiously up and down, while her soft, round bubble butt jiggled with a ferocious, jelly-like frequency that bounced in time with her shrieks. The fire ants, finding themselves trampled by a frantic titan, immediately migrated upward, swarming higher and higher onto her sensitive skin, zeroing in on the soft flesh of her thighs and the underside of her cushiony, perfect rear.

"Get off! Get off! Oh, gods, fuck!" Raven cried, tears of pure mortification welling in her eyes as she slapped wildly at her own ass, only managing to trigger more sensational jiggling of her scandalous assets while accidentally squishing a dozen ants against her skin.

With thousands of tiny jaws locked onto her lower half, Raven turned tail and sprinted back out into the open courtyard, her arms flailing wildly above her head, her face an absolute mask of tearful, red-faced despair.

"I SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN THE BEES!" she wailed at the top of her lungs, a confession of utter defeat echoing off the reinforced steel walls of Titans Tower.

Meanwhile, high up in the Tower's main living room, Robin, Jinx, and the rest of the Titans were clustered around the big screen, watching the live feed and absolutely losing their minds.

"Bro, are you seeing this?!" Beast Boy howled, slapping his knee as he leaned dangerously close to the massive television screen. "I mean, I always knew she was hiding some curves under that giant dark blanket, but dude! She is a total secret bombshell! Look at Dem thick thighs go!"

"It's pure karma," Robin chuckled, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth and leaning back with complete satisfaction. "She made me deal with the fan girls when I got locked out, and she let me get chased by those bees! Seeing her get a taste of her own medicine after forcing us into that magic suit mess? Absolute gold."

Jinx twirled a strand of her pastel pink hair around her finger, watching the feed as the chaotic chase outside finally began to wind down. "And the best part? She still has about twenty-one hours left on that hex. She's stuck hiding out there until tomorrow!"

"Friend Cyborg," Starfire chimed in, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischievous delight as she watched Raven stumble over a protruding tree root. "Do you truly believe she will forgive us once her powers return?"

"Not a chance," Cyborg rumbled from the kitchen island, taking a massive bite out of a celebratory protein-infused taco. "We are officially dead meat tomorrow. But today? Today is legendary."

Outside, scratched, bruised, peppered with angry ant bites, and breathing with the ragged desperation of a marathon runner at the end of her rope, Raven finally spotted a dense, overgrown cluster of rhododendron bushes near the edge of the island’s tree line.

Without a second thought, she dove headfirst into the foliage, ignoring the sharp twigs scratching against her sensitive skin. She scrambled deep into the heart of the thicket, curling her body into the tightest, most protective ball humanly possible. She pulled her knees up to her chest, burying her face against her forearms, her pale white skin practically glowing against the dark green leaves.

Outside the perimeter of the bushes, the sound of trampling feet and excited chatter echoed through the brush.

"Man, she’s fast," a fanboy said, panting as he leaned against a tree just feet away from her bush. "But did you see her? She’s... she’s actually gorgeous. Like, way curvier than she looks in her cloak. I think I’m in love."

"Get in line," a girl replied, scrolling through her phone. "The livestream has over two million viewers already. 'Naked Raven' is currently the number one trending topic globally on Twitter."

Inside the bush, Raven’s knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists. A deep, dark, and utterly primeval rage began to brew in her chest.

two million viewers, she thought, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached. My body... my entire, naked body is being viewed by ten million people. Robin. Robin, you are dead. I don't care about the Titans' code. I don't care about the justice system. I am going to banquet on your soul.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the tiny, dormant spark of her magic deep within her soul. It was still there, but Jinx’s hex was like a heavy, leaden blanket smothering it. She could feel the countdown. Twenty-one hours left. Twenty-one hours of being a normal, naked, humiliated girl trapped on an island surrounded by her own fan club.

"Hey, let’s check the other side of the courtyard," one of the fans suggested. "Maybe she doubled back to the main entrance."

"Good idea. Let’s go!"

The footsteps slowly faded away, leaving only the rustling of the wind in the leaves and the distant, soothing sound of the ocean waves.

Raven slowly let out her breath, her forehead leaning against her knees. She was dirty, scratched, bitten by ants, and shivering with exposure. But for now, she was safe in her thorny sanctuary.

As she lay curled in the dark, she began to plan.

Tomorrow, she thought, her purple eyes snapping open, glowing with a faint, dangerous violet light that Jinx’s magic couldn't completely extinguish. Tomorrow, the hex wears off. And when it does... the Titans will learn why they should never, ever mess with the daughter of Trigon. But right now, I gotta figure out how to get back inside, well Robin was somehow able to get back in the tower that day, then so can I.