Beast Boy watched her silhouette vanish into the storm. He looked down at the obsidian stone in his hand and crushed it. The luck had run out.
When the proximity alarms finally screamed, it wasn't the relief he expected. It was a cold realization.
She didn't turn. "You weren't supposed to be back until midnight, Gar. Go back to the city. Please."
"We didn't look at you like that! I never did!" Beast Boy’s form flickered, shifting momentarily into a snarling tiger before he forced himself back to human. The betrayal wasn't just in the stolen data; it was in the months of laughter they’d shared, every smile now feeling like a calculated lie.
Finally, she looked at him. Her eyes, usually bright with the thrill of their shared jokes, were hollow. "He can help me, Gar. He’s the only one who can make the shaking stop. The only one who doesn't look at me like I'm a ticking bomb."
"Tell me this is a prank," he stepped forward, his green skin pale under the flickering red emergency lights. "Tell me you didn't give him the access keys."