A/N: Just an idea. If you like - review to tell me - I'll write more.

Again, if you see any mistakes, feel free to tell me.

Gleaming, red hair. Long and smooth. A vibrant colour, which drew everybody's attention.

Big, green eyes. Beaming with joy, naivety, an openness to the world that always shone.

Perfect skin. Perfect body.

She was sweet, she was caring, she was openhearted and generous. An excellent fighter, who could always bring the bad guys to justice. Never cheating or hurting anybody on purpose. Always polite. Always so… so… perfect.

So not Raven.

Raven…

Short, midnight-black hair. Big, dark purple eyes with constant black markings around them, like she had an unhealthy relationship to an eyeliner. Scrawny body, with skin so pale it looked grey.

And her personality… sarcastic, gloomy. Always pointed out the worst things about everything, a scenario, a friend, a piece of work. She rarely smiled. She was dressed in a long cloak and a hood, which usually covered her face.

And then there was that whole "father-being-incarnation-of-evil"-thing…

Raven could not feel. Her powers were barely contained as it was. Emotions let them run loose. And they were evil. Pure evil. The worst part being, that they were a part of her soul, making her equally evil.

She was not allowed to feel… but she felt nonetheless.

They were in a church. A sanctuary. Sitting on the floor next to each other.

"Just because you don't have a party doesn't mean it's not your birthday," Raven said sadly. Her body was filled with red, glowing marks, that meant the end of the world, but somehow it suddenly didn't matter. She looked Robin straight into his uncovered eyes.

He leaned forward and cupped her cheek. She felt strangely light.

"Th-the mark on my forehead… it means…"

"Later," he merely whispered, before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss on her lips –

She was ripped brutally from her dream by a loud alarm, and the room flashed an angry red under the light of a bulb placed in the loft. Raven sat upright and gasped.

Somewhere far away, she heard a bump and a loud, though muffled yelp, sounding like it was coming from Beast Boy. Raven heard somebody run through the corridor, and Robin yelled, "TITANS! Get up!"

As if moving in slow-motion, Raven brought her hand to her lips. She could still feel the tinkling sensation where she had dreamt he had –

A loud banging on the door made her whole body jerk. "Raven! Quick!" Robin exclaimed on the other side, before moving on down the corridor.

She grabbed her cloak and fastened it to her shoulders, making sure the hood covered her blushing cheeks perfectly. "Coming," she whispered, before phasing through the wall.

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