A/N: All right guys, here we go. Happy Hunting
Disclaimer: In the Great Social Revolution I 'chose' to give up my control of the Teen Titans for the betterment of the proletariat.
Raven awoke from a fitful sleep with the blaring of the alarm clock next to her head on the nightstand. She couldn't quite remember her dreams, but they seemed familiar to her. She through her arm out and shut off the buzzer. Raven gazed at the clock. 5.00am.
"Damn clocks, always on time…" She mumbled groggily. She sat up. She began rubbing the sleep from her eyes and through off the sheets; it was mid summer and she had no use for anything heavier on her bed.
Raven swung her feet over the side of the bed and yawned. She stood up and stretched her arms, legs, and cracked her knuckles; along with anything else that she could get a 'pop' out of.
She walked towards the bathroom and flipped on the light. The floor was far too cold for her taste and she jumped for it onto a towel she had left on the floor. She had a terrible taste in her mouth and she desperately wanted to brush her teeth, so she began shimmying her way across the floor on top of the towel.
"I'm a super-powered individual capable of almost anything, far more than any normal person, hell…I'm even half demon, and I still have to deal with this every morning." She began brushing her teeth.
Raven leaned over from the spot in front of the sink and, on the ball of her left foot, with her right leg raised in the air for balance, she turned the knob for the hot water in the shower and it roared to life.
She spat into the sink and took a swig of water from the cup in her hand and swirled it about her mouth for a moment before sending that down the drain as well.
She stepped off of the towel and grimaced at the touch of the cold floor as she stepped ethereally to the door and closed it. Steam was begging to cloud the room from its prison inside the solid door shower. She shed her pajamas and then her underwear.
Stepping into the shower she stopped midway across the threshold and looked around her shoulder to check that she had enough towels. Confirming this she made her way fully, into the shower.
The near searing water poured over her. It was perfect, her ideal shower. As she lathered up her hair with a sweet smelling, however subtle shampoo she sang lightly to herself…
"…familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces…"
She kept going as she picked up her body wash.
"…going nowhere, going nowhere…"
Raven adjusted the cold water, taking away the little she had allowed in to keep the water from becoming to hot. She wanted to get as much out of the scorching water as she could, it would only last so long with so many other people living along side her.
"…the best I've ever had…"
The song remained in her head as she put the final touches of soap on her face and then began to rinse off.
She finished just as her preferred temperature of water had gone dry so she quickly shut off the flow. She opened the thick glass door with steel handles and grabbed for a towel. She stepped out of the shower as she dried off and then quickly grabbed a second for her hair.
Before applying to her hair, however, she made her way to the mirror and looked in; the mirror itself was quite foggy and required a few swipes of her hand to get any kind of semi clear reflection.
What she saw displeased her: She looked more tired than she had before she went to bed, her face was thin and sallow, more so than was normal, she looked bedraggled, even after an extremely relaxing shower, that displeased her even further, causing her brow to furrow, making her appearance worse, and perpetuating the cycle.
It was fatigue, that's what it was, mission after mission and never really getting anything done, not that they often failed, but they came to a draw, no one came out on top, both groups retreated, living to fight another day.
"Maybe next time, maybe the next one." She was tired of it all, sick of the whole situation. Was it all that necessary? Seeing as how much they had gotten done so far it didn't seem that way.
She laid her head against the cold mirror with a frustrated groan. She needed to get dressed. Opening the door she still clutched the towel around her body, the other lay forgotten on the ground, her barrier against the cold for the next morning routine, she walked slowly over to her dresser and opened several places on it where she kept her undergarments.
She finished with her towel and cast it aside to its resting place along with other dirty clothing in a hamper. She slipped into her clothes and made her way to where she kept her uniforms.
Upon opening the closet she was greeted by a dozen copies of her uniform, one formal dress that she had never worn, (nor planned on any time soon), and a handful of sweaters, jeans and other civilian clothes for when she wanted to blend in.
She selected a uniform at random and took it off its hanger. She slipped into it quickly and easily which only came from the practice of wearing it every day. She grabbed one of her cloaks and fashioned it too her shoulders giving a larger sense of being clothed than her underlying uniform did on its own.
Raven sat down on the edge of her bed, unrolled the pair of socks she had picked up and put them on, she then tugged on her shoes and stood up, ready to start the day. She walked out her door and headed for the kitchen.
The blackened halls seemed to stretch on forever, but she was suddenly pushed into the dim moonlight coming through the window, slightly illuminating the kitchen. She grabbed for the cabinet where the tea was kept in the mild darkness, only to come up with air. A strange feeling flashed inside her for a moment at the oddity of this, but as soon as it came, the feeling was gone.
Now reaching in the correct place she procured a tea bag and then a mug, filling it with water from the tap she then placed it in the microwave, the tea bag floating within it.
After a few minutes heating she gingerly extracted the mug from the microwave and inhaled the aroma of the tea.
She sat at the table in the kitchen and gazed out the window at the horizon, waiting for the sunrise, which was already stirring. One of her teammates entered the kitchen.
"Mornin' Rae."
"Morning Gabe."
Raven awoke from a fitful sleep with the blaring of the alarm clock next to her head on the nightstand. She couldn't quite remember her dreams, but they seemed familiar to her. She through her arm out and shut off the buzzer. Raven gazed at the clock. 5.00am.
"Damn clocks, always on time…" She mumbled groggily. She sat up. She began rubbing the sleep from her eyes and through off the sheets; it was mid summer and she had no use for anything heavier on her bed.
Then it hit her and came flooding back. "That-that was…wired…" She had sat blot upright.
"That place, I've seen it before, I've been there before, but it wasn't the Tower, it was…I-I live there? No, it was just a dream, just a really in-depth dream." She turned her head to one side "but it felt so real, it was real," she held her hands to her face "but I'm hear now, it was a dream, just a dream…Rae? No one can ever call me Rae if they want to live." She finished through gritted teeth.
Raven swung her feet over the side of the bed and yawned. She stood up and stretched her arms, legs, and cracked her knuckles; along with anything else that she could get a 'pop' out of.
She walked towards the bathroom and flipped on the light. The floor was far too cold for her taste and she jumped for it onto a towel she had left on the floor. She had a terrible taste in her mouth and she desperately wanted to brush her teeth, so she began shimmying her way across the floor on top of the towel.
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A/N: Don't worry, I'm not losing my mind, well, it's already gone, long gone, I did the last part for a reason. Tell me one of your review if you can't see why, it may not make sense, I'm very scattered and stream of consciousness when I write. I hope you all like it.