A/N: This is something I've been throwing around mentally for bit, I have about 8 or 9 concepts for one-shots thought up and summarized. Slight or maybe more OOC ahead and OCs as well. Oh, and I don't own Teen Titans.


1. Dearest Raven

Raven is moving as fast as her legs can carry her. Her hood and cloak trialing behind her as she navigates the twists and turns of halls of an expansive castle.

Got to get away. I can't let him catch me.

No matter how fast she moves, he always catches up. No matter how far the distance, it seems he is never too far away.

She can hear his heavy footsteps closing the distance, as she clears another corner. Her cloak getting heavier as she tries to double her efforts.

"Raven…" she hears him growl lowly. She hears his own cloak tremor in the air of the brisk castle as she senses him increase his gait.

There's another corner up head. Raven doubles her efforts once again as she summons the power of her levitation turning the corner up ahead. Her final, powerful step, pushing her into the air.

"No…" Raven whispers in horror. She sensed his aura briefly leave her cognizance, behind her. As it materialized just around the corner.

SMACK!

In her panic Raven had used too much power when she took flight, still far from mastering control of her abilities. She's impacted the pursuer.

Looking up into what, or more accurately whom she had impacted.

She apprehensively begins to scoot away from the figure before her. It's not long before her back hits a wall.

She takes in the full figure of her pursuer. Heavy looking solid colored black boots are covering his feet. Flooding over the tops of the boots are similarly solid colored pants, which stretch up, wrapping around the seemingly endless legs of the figure. The end at the waist of the pants begins a tucked-in gray colored shirt trailing up his tall abdomen. It's collared and short sleeved; the exposed muscular, angry red arms of the figure are crossed around his wide chest. A hoodless, collarless midnight black cloak is wrapped around the shoulders of the figure. Raven fearful stares into the blood red face the of her pursuer. His pure black lips sitting above his large square jaw are turned up in a smile revealing pure white fangs and teeth. His hair, as pure white as the snow, is pulled into a ponytail. His flat wide nose pointed right at her. The blacks of his two eyes seemingly absorbing the light from his fire red irises', which are glowing with mirth.

He uncrosses his arms, dropping to a knee smile falling from his face. He reaches out to Raven, large hand unfolding. Revealing long black claws at the end of each fingertip, before his hand lands on her shoulder.

"Are you okay, Raven?" the figure growls softly.

Raven sighs, nodding her head one time, her hair neck length hair bouncing with the motion.

"Yes papa", she replies. "But you cheated! I said no magic. So that means I win!"

"Now Raven, it was you who broke that rule first," he said chuckling. "You levitated. Surely you didn't expect to compete in a game of hide-and-go-seek with such a handicap? Now as agreed time for bed."

"But papa…" she whines, her bright purple eyes boring dolefully into his.

Trigon was no stranger to begging. In his former life he lived as conquer. There were countless civilizations of this and that world, whole dimensions even that had been beleaguered by his hordes and fell at his feet. Of the vanquished worlds, many had begged for mercy. For their worlds.

Their countries.

Their comrades.

Loved ones.

Wives.

Sons.

Daughters.

Regret flashes in his eyes, as his smile once again leaves his face. The same doleful eyes of countless victims of his meaningless bloodlust flashing in his mind.

Trigon's feelings of guilt and remorse assaults Raven's newly developed empathy, bringing the girl of 4 years old to tears the feelings being so strong.

"Papa…" she whimpers.

Trigon realizes what's happening. He breaks his dark reverie, mentally chastising himself. He pulls Raven into his arms. Raven lays her head on his shoulder, hand gripping her father's shirt as if life depended on it. No doubt she's unable to process the strong feelings of regret of her father.

I must keep that under control, Raven's sake.

"My dearest Raven," he quietly says. "Please don't cry. How about I let you stay up a little longer. We're far from your room thanks to our game. How about I walk you there."

"Could you carry me there, papa?" She says as she releases his shirt, wiping her tears.

"Don't you think you might to old to be carried Raven?"

"It's not for me papa! I don't know what those feelings were just now, but right now I think you need a big, long hug. So, carry me so I can give it to you." Finished Raven, as she reclaims her tight her hold on him.

Trigon's heart swells with pleasure as he beings to make his to the residential part of the castle, Raven his arms. Raven starts to giggle. Likely because of the glee that has overtaken Trigon has over taken Raven's empathy.

He kisses her directly on her chakra, smiling widely.

What an amazing daughter I have.