A/N: Okay, so in anticipation for the new 'Fifty Shades' movie coming out I made my own TITAN VERSION! WOOT! Enjoy, and please be warned: This fiction will be changed to an 'M' rating.

Summary: Little did she know that he was a liar; he had an insatiable desire to experiment… "Mr. Logan will see you now." I will change rating to 'M'.

Chapter 1: Tread Lightly

Raven Roth drove down Main Street in her small Toyota Corolla. It was a windy day in Jump City and she decided to not walk to work today, despite the short distance between her apartment and the library.

Raven was simplistic in her ways and quiet, she hoped for a few moments of solidarity at her shared apartment. She crossed her fingers as she parked in the small parking garage and entered the frigid lobby. The doorman greeted her and Raven gave him a small wave. She rushed into the elevator and rushed up to the eighth floor.

Sadly she wasn't the only one in the elevator. A girl with ice pink hair and crystal grey eyes stared at her. She crossed her arms, a familiar gesture. "You're my neighbor, right?"

Raven mentally sighed. "Yes, I am. Why?"

"I'm Jennifer Hex; I live right next door to you. You have a roommate, right?"

Raven nodded, knowing exactly where this conversation as going. "My roommate is Kori Anders."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Yeah, famous journalist and fashion model." She waved her hand. "Well, can you tell her to stop cooking? The smells that come from your place are atrocious."

Raven yanked up her hood, not wanting her eyes to portray any emotions. "She can't help it, she's foreign."

"I don't care what she is, I can't stand the smells." The pink girl shivered.

The elevator pinged on the eighth floor and Raven hurried down the hall to her door. Jenn followed behind slowly. The distant smell of something burnt hit Raven's nostrils immediately. Jenn made a grunting sound, opening her door a few feet away. "See?"

Raven sighed loudly as the door gave way beneath her keychain. Inside the apartment the smell was stronger. "Kori, are you home?" She grumbled.

Kori Anders appeared. Her fiery red hair was down, curling at the waist. Her eyes were a large green, often reminding Raven of emeralds. Her bone structure got her famous, the sharp features that portrayed innocence but strength at the same time. She was the definition of beautiful. "Friend Raven! You are home!" She yelled.

Raven shut the door, wincing at the girls' volume. "Yes, I am."

Kori walked further into the apartment, Raven following her. "Did you have a pleasant day at work?"

Raven plopped her purse and keys down on the coffee table. "The library was quiet, as usual. I wish I could say the same about here."

Kori ignored the comment and handed Raven a cup of steaming tea. Raven's eyebrows rose in surprise. "A cup of tea?" Kori nodded. Raven smelled the tea. "You made me green tea, my favorite…" She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Okay, what do you want?"

Kori giggled and sat next to Raven. "Friend Raven, I do not want anything. I just wish for you to enjoy your tea in peace."

Raven scoffed and elbowed the girl. "You never make me tea unless you're about to ask a favor of me, now what is it?"

Kori twiddled her fingers together. "I wish for you to…do a small favor for me…" She smiled the same smile that made Raven befriend her in college. Sophomore year to be exact.

Raven set the mug down, groaning. "Kori…Spit it out."

The red-head fidgeted. "Well, I have a photo shoot in the morning; I must do the prepping tonight. But, I also have an interview that I must complete no later than tomorrow…"

Raven's eyes widened and she stood up quickly. "No, nuh-uh, no way!"

"OH please friend Raven! I need this favor!" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you not remember when I did you favors, all throughout college?"

Raven sighed. "Kori, I'm not a journalist like you. I can't talk well to anybody. I'm monotone, remember?"

Kori smiled at Raven. "But you only need to ask the questions I have written down!" She scuttled across the room to grab a notebook. She shoved it into Raven's hands. "All you must do is ask the questions I have written."

Raven grumbled and stood up. "Fine, but you owe me." She glared at the red-head.

Kori clapped her hands. "Thank you so much friend Raven!" She reached in to hug her but Raven pushed her away.

"Where exactly is this, and who am I interviewing?"

Kori reached into the coffee table drawer. She pulled out a tiny metal box. "You will record the interview with this!"

Raven glared at the aloof girl again. "You didn't answer my question." She said dangerously.

Kori twiddled her thumbs. "The interview is with the leader of Dayton Industries." She noticed Raven's eyes grow wide. "OH, do not worry friend, I heard that the person you are interviewing, Mr. Logan, is actually a recluse. He should not be too hard to talk to."

Raven mentally cursed Kori. She snatched her keys from the table and left the apartment in a hurry. She tucked the notebook underneath her arm, twitching at the discomfort. "You owe me." She mumbled as she rode the elevator down in silence.

Dayton Industries was huge. It was a large glass skyscraper with a beautiful light green lobby and glass elevators. Raven bit her lip as she approached the reception desk on the first floor. The person typing behind the computer was an African American man; he was bald and had on a large grey suit.

"May I help you little lady?"

Raven ignored his 'little lady' comment. "Yes, I'm here to interview Mr. Logan."

"Ah, then you should be Ms. Anders!" He stood up and held out his hand. "I'm Victor Stone, Mr. Logan's second in command."

Raven held out her hand. "Actually, I'm Raven Roth. Ms. Anders is…ill tonight. She asked me to do the interview in her place."

Victor Stone still smiled at her easily; his grey eyes were oddly welcoming. "Follow me then." He came from behind the large desk, and Raven tried not to notice his stature. He was HUGE. His broad shoulders intimidating. He easily looked down at her; she had never felt so small in her life.

Raven started to feel uncomfortable. All around her people were hustling and bustling into elevators dressed in suits and ties. She was in skinny jeans, a black blouse, and a small scarf. Everyone looked so normal…She had black hair with purple highlights. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, glad her hair was in a high ponytail.

Victor Stone led her to an elevator; they rode to the top floor in silence. It was incredibly awkward. She was almost sure Victor Stone wanted to have a conversation. As the elevator doors opened up to another plush lobby a skinny blonde, who was also pretty tall, stood up from a desk. Unlike the other floors this one was empty.

She made her way over, her long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. "Welcome to Dayton Industries Ms. Anders. I'm Terra Markov, Mr. Logan's assistant." She held out her hand.

Victor jumped in. "Uh, actually this is Ms. Roth. She's filling in for Ms. Anders."

Terra Markov's smile faltered but she stuck out her hand anyways. "That's fine. A shame though, I was really interested in meeting the famous Kori Anders."

Raven pouted at that. Victor smiled. "Well, Ms. Roth, Terra here will lead you to his office. It was nice meeting you." He walked back into the elevator. Raven watched him go, even more uncomfortable to be in a room alone with a beautiful female like Terra Markov.

Terra Markov smiled warmly. "Are your eyes naturally that color?"

Raven self-consciously looked away; she got this question all the time. "Yes, my eyes are naturally purple."

After a few moments of silence Terra made a 'humph' sound. "This way please." She said, walking away on tall stilettos.

Raven followed her down the hall. The dark girl noticed the light green and grey interior of the building even more. Terra paused at a set of large double doors. "One moment." She said and entered through the doors.

Raven shuffled her feet awkwardly, her hand reaching for the recorder in her pocket. After a few minutes the door opened again, Terra looked flushed. "Mr. Logan will see you now." She mumbled and walked away, not even bothering to say goodbye.

Raven rolled her eyes and entered the room.

The office was huge, instead of walls there were windows that looked out over Jump City. The sofas were boxy and plush green. Multiple potted plants lined the walls, a large mahogany desk sat in the middle of the room. By one of the large windows stood a man. He was wearing a steely grey suit, and a luminous green tie. His hands were shoved in his pockets, making him look extremely lanky in his uniform.

He turned around and Raven held in a gasp. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair with a few green streaks in it. His face was angular, his cheekbones very high. It was his eyes that alarmed her. He had piercing green eyes, greener than Kori's. They stared at her with a childlike innocence and a fierce captivation, but also with a mystifying allure. His mouth twisted into an impish grin. "Terra was right, you are definitely NOT Kori Anders." He said with a wide grin.

Raven flushed at his comment, tired of people commenting on her appearance. "No, I'm FAR from what Kori Anders is. You can avert your gaze if its bothers you that much." She retorted.

Mr. Logan began to chuckle, his impish attitude seeping out from him as he stepped towards Raven. "Trust me, I have no complaints." He gestured the grand sofa and mahogany chair. "Please sit down; I believe we have some things to discuss." He looked at her intently as she crossed the room.

He reminded her of a safari cat, his gaze analyzing her every move, taking her in but staying innocent at the same time. Raven plopped down and cleared her throat; she opened the notebook and shoved the recorder from her pocket. Mr. Logan sat on the opposing mahogany chair, his hands clasped in front of him. He kept watching her, like she was a book that needed reading.

Raven averted her gaze from him and pushed the red button on the recorder. "What is your favorite color?" She asked, reading off the first question.

Mr. Logan smiled again, seeming to enjoy a hidden joke. "Green, what about you?"

Raven narrowed her eyes at him. "I thought this interview went one way Mr. Logan."

"I asked you a question Ms. Roth." He said, still smiling at a hidden joke.

Raven crossed her arms, the notebook balanced in her lap. "Purple."

He nodded and Raven asked the next question. "When did you become leader of Dayton Industries?"

"A little over a year ago." He cleared his throat. "My old man was Steve Dayton."

Raven's eyes widened fractionally, her voice still very monotone. "So you're Steve Dayton's son?"

His smirk seemed to falter, just a little bit, but Raven caught it. The green in his eyes dimmed, if that were possible. "Uh, yes…Kinda."

"What does 'kinda' mean?" Raven asked, ignoring the set of questions Kori gave her.

"I don't believe that's one of the questions Ms. Anders wrote down Ms. Roth…" He said intently, pointing at her notebook.

Raven noticed that his fingers were long, he could've been a wonderful pianist…She shook her head and blushed, reading off the next question. "What is the goal of your company within the next 10 months?"

His smile came back, his playful ire in place. "Well, I was working on getting an agreement going with Richard Greyson's company, Wayne Industries. It seems lucrative, but the guy is so difficult to get in touch with."

Raven noticed the slight flick of his fingers, and the playful mask he seemed to have installed on his face. She was good with reading people, and she was reading directly through Mr. Logan's happy-go-lucky attitude. She reached forward and pressed the red button, ending the interview quickly, despite the long list of questions in her lap. "Mr. Logan, do-a-are you hiding something?" Raven stuttered.

His green eyes hardened, his lips puckering. "What makes you say that?" He asked stonily.

Raven shrugged her shoulders. "You have this air about you, like you know a hidden joke that no one else does. I feel like you're covering for something."

He stared at her, hard, his eyes roving over every inch of her face; stopping on her bright purple eyes, tracing them. "If I answer that question the life as I know it would cease to exist, I would become a patriarch a laughing stock of the country."

Raven nodded, trying to understand where he was coming from. "And by keeping up this attitude, do you ever get any solace when alone? Are you allowed to be yourself when you're alone?"

He fidgeted with his suit lapels. "I don't think that's a question Ms. Anders has written down."

"Doesn't matter, I asked it." Raven retorted.

His eyes narrowed. "You know I control 95% of the jobs in Jump City? I have all this power, and you're still not treading lightly?"

Raven shrugged. "I'm not afraid of you or your power."

He leaned forward, intently. "You should be." He whispered, a vicious gleam sparkling in his eyes.

The door suddenly opened, Victor Stone in his tall glory coming in with a handful of paperwork. He looked between Raven and Mr. Logan. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I thought all your clients were gone for the day."

Mr. Logan smiled widely again, the mask back on his face. "Hey dude, no, this isn't a client. This is a friend."

Raven jolted, glaring at Mr. Logan. "We are not friends Mr. Logan; I am just here for the interview."

"Then why aren't you giving it?" He gestured the shut off recorder.

Raven blushed furiously as Victor Stone attempted to hide a few chuckles. He plopped the paperwork on his desk. Mr. Stone looked at Raven with a large smile. "You're lucky; Mr. Logan doesn't befriend his interviewers very often, possibly never."

Mr. Logan waved his hand hiding a few chuckles. "Get out of here Tin Can." He mumbled.

Mr. Stone laughed. "No problem green-bean."

Raven blinked as the door shut behind Victor Stone. The amount of unprofessionalism on the job was stunning. "D-does that happen often?"

Mr. Logan smirked at her. "I've known Mr. Stone since High School, we go way back."

Raven tried to hide the words before they came rushing out of her mouth. "What about Ms. Markov?" She blurted, suddenly embarrassed.

If Mr. Logan noticed her discomfort he didn't say anything. "We've been friends since Junior year in College." His phone suddenly blipped and he yanked it out of his pocket. After reading over a text message he stood up. "I-uh…Have a nighttime meeting with Harper Incorporated tonight. I hate to cut this short, but I'll call Ms. Anders for another interview early next week." He said with slight unease.

Raven stood up, her face betraying nothing of her mood. She grabbed the recorder and her notebook. "T-That's fine." She mumbled, feeling oddly rejected.

He suddenly chuckled. "I'm serious; I really do hate to cut this short. It was great meeting you Raven."

She stiffened at her name coming from his mouth. It sounded so natural and misty coming from him. "I don't think I authorized you to call me by my first name." She said huffily.

He laughed, leading her out of his office and towards the elevator. "I know."

She frowned as she boarded the elevator; he was on the other side, staring back. "You can call me Garfield." He said as the doors closed, locking Raven in her silence.

She pressed a button for the first floor, her heart hammering in her chest. He had taken every stereotype about millionaires that Raven believed in and squashed it. He was laid back, impish, cheeky. It irked her but interested her too.

Raven shook her head, clearing her thoughts as the elevator opened on the first floor. As she made her way across the lobby Victor Stone waved at her. "See you next time!" He shouted from the desk.

Raven nodded and exited quickly, a fast breeze catching her ponytail in the wind. "There won't be a next time." She mumbled; glad to be out in the open night air.

The next morning Raven prepared for work, anticipating the quiet hours as the local librarian. It didn't pay much, but with a bachelor's in English that was expected. In a perfect world she would've had her Master's by now. She sighed blissfully into her steaming mug, allowing the sweet earthy scent of green tea to sink into her skin and bones.

She didn't sleep well last night. After the meeting with Mr. Logan she felt oddly unnerved, like something was itching at the back of her skull, something she couldn't put a finger on. His smile, his eyes, his attitude…It irked her to no extent.

Kori suddenly bumbled into the kitchen; she was wearing a short yellow sundress. Her flowing hair was in ringlets around her face. "Good morning friend Raven, did you have pleasant snorvlaks?"

Raven rolled her eyes at her friends' native language. "Sure…"

Kori put her hands on her hips, looking at Raven suspiciously. "I was listening to the recorder you left out from the interview."

Raven tried to hide the slight blush on her cheeks. "I-I didn't mean to stop it short, there were some malfunctions. Uh…Mr. Logan wants to reschedule a more formal meeting with you."

Kori beamed. "That sounds most wonderful; the article I wish to write about him needs to be thorough." She began to flicker with the coffee maker, her hair swishing around the kitchen, like a fiery mass.

Raven fidgeted on her bar stool. "Kori, what are you going to do with the article once you write it?"

Kori smiled happily. "I plan to sell it to Glamour Magazine."

Raven nodded, her black nails clipping on the counter. "Do you have any other articles to write?"

"Yes, I do. I have so many connections friend Raven, I can easily write an article and send it out anywhere." She put her finger on her lip. "Mr. Logan's article will mainly be about his success or something…" The green eyed girl looked truly perplexed.

"Well…I could maybe…Help you lessen that load. Could I maybe, write an article for you? I am an English major after all."

Kori's eyes seemed to light up. "YES! That is most glorious friend Raven, I could really use some help!" She scurried over to the girl and threw her arms around her. Kori's hugs were bone crushing so Raven naturally took a deep breath.

"K-Kori, it's really no big deal…" Raven hissed, out of breath. Her intoxicating fragrance filled Raven's nose, making her gag. She squeezed away from the red-head. "Geez Kori."

Kori giggled. "I am sorry friend Raven; I sometimes forget my own strength." Her eyebrows scrunched in thought. "What article should I burden you with?"

Raven swallowed a swig of her tea. "Maybe…Mr. Logan's article?" Kori's eyes flicked to her suspiciously, Raven quickly averted her gaze. "I already had one conversation with him…One more interview and I can have the article out soon."

Kori stared at her friend for one last moment before shrugging. "Consider it done Raven, and again, thank you." She began pouring her coffee into a metal to-go mug.

Raven slumped in relief, glad she wasn't asking any more questions. Raven finished her tea, wondering why she even volunteered for such a task, what was wrong with her?

Kori began to babble about her errands for the day, which ranged from a small photo shoot to a sweepstake commercial. Raven listened in vague fascination, her mind flickering on her own future tasks at hand. Mr. Logan…She was going to write about him…

Kori and Raven left the apartment together, getting into their separate cars. On the drive there Raven flicked her fingers nervously on the steering wheel, and for the sake of herself she couldn't figure out why she was so nervous for an interview NEXT WEEK! It was over 7 days away and she was already psyching herself out about it.

Being the owner of the small library she had the keys. As she scooped them from her purse she noticed a familiar face come from around the corner. Melvin. She was only a teenager but her love for books always made her arrive early, especially on the weekends. The teenager waved at Raven. "Morning Ms. Roth!"

Raven gave the girl a monotone wave. "Morning, sorry I'm late…" The door swung wide, the smell of books and paper assaulted her nose.

She flicked on the lights and the small Jump City Library was officially open for business. It was quaint, not many people visiting often. The only way Raven had received it was through an old college professor that gave it to her once he passed. He asked her to, 'Watch over my library with your heart'.

So Raven did, despite its small size.

Melvin rushed over to the Young Adult section, grabbing a book at random and plopping down on the squishy bean bags in the corner. Raven took her normal seat at the reception desk, on quiet days she would read through a novel series or write an anonymous review online for another aspiring author.

But today Raven's mind was too scrabbled to focus on reading, which was extremely rare. She immediately flicked on the small laptop that she kept handy. It blinked to life and Raven began her search.

'Garfield Logan'

She was not surprised to see that he had his own Wikipedia. After reading through it a few times she frowned, it sounded so…ambiguous. It talked about his early successes, his college career, his startlingly young age. Next to Richard Greyson he was the youngest CEO of the decade. Only 24 years old…

Raven failed to notice her library door open, people usually came and went, often just reading for a few hours and then leaving a mess for her to clean up. A shadow loomed over her desk. "One second…" She mumbled, clicking on a link to a website listing his successes.

"No problem, take all the time you need." A familiar voice said.

Raven knew that voice and her heart stopped. The silky gentleness, the smug undertone, the clipped pantomime. She looked up and there he was, Garfield Logan. In a panic Raven smashed her laptop shut, she stood up, slightly flushed. "W-What are you doing here?" She asked too brusquely.

He smiled at her, his hands going deep into his pockets. "Am I not allowed to visit my public library?"

Raven gawked at him. He was wearing a simple blazer, with a light green shirt underneath. He wore long black pants, fancy shiny dress shoes on his feet. His hair looked windblown, as if he had walked here. "I'm sure that you could easily order any books you need offline…Mr. Logan."

His smile faltered momentarily, replaced by the jitter of his shoulders. "Trust me, I had no idea that you worked here."

Raven rolled her eyes. "I don't just work here, I own the place." She took in slight satisfaction at the way his eyes widened. "Now, what do you need Mr. Logan?"

"I told you to call me Garfield…" He said cheekily.

"And I asked you what you needed, Mr. Logan…" Raven retorted, trying to irk him in some way.

He huffed with a pleasant smile adorned to his face, his eyes narrowing. "I need some accounting books, maybe something on internship accountabilities." He said, not missing a beat.

Raven typed onto her reference desk computer, trying not to notice his eyes on her. She fled from behind the desk and went off down a random shelf aisle, searching for the number. She could hear his footsteps following her…It made her try hard not to trip over her own feet. She stopped suddenly and yanked out a few books from the shelf in front of her. "These should be fine." She said breathily while plopping the books into his awaiting hands.

Mr. Logan took the books with grace. "Thanks…Are you a recent graduate, or student?"

Raven reorganized a few books before looking at him. "Well, I'm a recent graduate from Jump City University." They exited the aisle together, heading back to the reference desk.

"What did you major in?" He asked smoothly, making small talk.

"I was an English major." She mumbled while ringing up the books and stuffing them into a plastic bag.

He smiled at her, his eyes seeping into her core. "Interesting…What author made you fall in love with literature? Robert Frost, Shakespeare, or Jane Austin?"

Raven focused her gaze on him; she yanked her cardigan down her hands…His question seemed so honest. "Actually none of those…John Milton…"

Mr. Logan's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow, I was going to guess Jane Austin."

Raven blushed at his proclamation; she ripped off a receipt and shoved it into the bag. "Here you go Mr. Logan. Please return these in two weeks."

"Oh I will." He smiled smugly, traces of humor freckled around his face. "Tell Ms. Anders that we can do the interview in two days, around noon."

Raven nodded her head, his words catching her. "O-Okay, yeah. I'll tell her."

He gave her a two finger salute and was suddenly gone. Raven watched him go, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. That would have been a perfect moment to tell him that she was actually writing the article now, not Kori. Raven exhaled deeply, her heart racing. She was mentally scolding herself, why couldn't she tell Garfield Logan that she was interviewing him? What was wrong with her?

A/N: Please leave a review if you want me to continue, if not I'll delete it. If I continue it be prepared for some major similarities and differences from the original. I do not in any way own the Teen Titans or Fifty Shades. Also do not be alarmed my 'Deadman Wonderland' fans, I will be returning to that story momentarily.

The next chapter consists of another interview, this one more…interesting…Things get a little…personal…

If you want more BBRae, please visit my other story 'Deadman Wonderland'. Don't worry; I'm also working on that one.