Chapter 1

A mix of boredom and obsession has inspired me to write this little cross over fiction. For those of you familiar with my previous work with DC comic fictions you're familiar with my OC Raven Blu. For those of you unfamiliar with me, don't worry, I should be able to work my literary magic and word this so that you can understand without having to read my previous stories. If not, please tell me and I'll do better, or I'll just explain it all in an A/N. I decided to have Raven encounter Sans because, hell why not? With that out of the way, ONWARD TO THE BATTLE FIELD!

Raven awoke to the sound of a crash, she got up quickly and rushed to the source of the sound. Her cat, Cherie Curie, close on her heels. She made her way downstairs silently, so as not to alert any possible intruders. She glared, now was so not the time for someone to have broken into her house. She was already grouchy from a lack of sleep, and the fact that she still had to go into see Dr. Leland in...she looked at the coffin shaped clock in the hallway...she swore under her breath. She had less than 2 hours before she had to leave.

"Whoever broke in better pray they can get out quick." she hissed. Behind her she heard Cherie mew as the two made their way down to the kitchen, where the noises continued. She quickly flicked on the lights only to find...Raven let out a sigh.

"For the love of hell!" She shouted as she looked down at the floor to see shattered pieces of a coffee mug, and about three stray cats on her counter. Upon hearing her voice they all looked up and scattered. Raven groaned, she should have known better than to leave her bedroom window open.

"You cats really need to find a new place to hang out." She grumbled as she went to clean up the mess, "Aw man, this was my favorite mug."

Grumbling she wove her hands in the air and the broken ceramic shards levitated in the air and into the trash. Raven smiled, oh how she loved magic. She then looked to Cherie who was now sitting with the other felines on the counter. She scowled, "You three off, my counter."

"Since when do you mind me and my fellow felines being on the counter?" Cherie mewed. On top of being Raven's cat Cherie was also her magical familiar. Raven had been performing magic for some time. Ever since her ex boyfriend, Klarion the witch-boy, had taught it to her. A lot had happened between the two, long story short; They were no longer together. She narrowed her eyes.

"Since they wake me up two hours before I had to be awake." She said matter-o-factly. "There's no way I'm gonna be able to go back to sleep."

Cherie's ear twitched as he and his feline compatriots hopped off the counter. The two strays bounded toward Raven's room, while Cherie made his way over to his master. Who grumbled again, "That was my favorite mug."

"I am sure, Raven deary, that you will find another one." The feline sighed. Raven pursed her lips.

"So not the point. I have a lot of memories with that mug." She grumbled, "Bought that mug when I moved back in here."

Cherie blinked but other than that said nothing and made his way toward the living room. Raven sighed and did the same. There was no use going back to bed so instead she turned the TV and sat down on the old couch that sat in front of it. Not really paying attention to what was on, she thought back to when she first moved into the house with her parents when she was thirteen. Her parents were gone now, dead and buried. An old part of her life and it was behind her now. She had recently moved back in after finding out it still belonged to her and her family. Until that point she had been spending time living in halfway houses and well...lets just say the last places she had been staying weren't always pleasant.

With an hour left Raven decided to get ready to leave, she didn't like being late to therapy. Dr. Leland always read into any and all reasons she had, though other than that the good doctor wasn't so bad. If not for her she never would have gotten back on her feet after all the hell with her ex. She was grateful, not only to Leland, but to a few other people who were...not the best of people but definitely Raven's best interests in mind.

After a quick shower Raven got dressed. Choosing a pair fishnets under an old Type O Negative band tee and a black pleated skirt that had a chain hanging off the hip, a pair of black leggings that had holes in them, holes she made herself with a pair of scissors, and put on her favorite buckle boots by Demonia. She had saved for a long time between bills, but she finally got them. She was pretty proud of them.

As she put on make up Raven listened to the Gotham News, they were covering the story about the Gotham City Monster District. It had been almost a year since Monsters had come up from the underground. They had made up several districts between the four major cities; Metropolis, Star, Jump, and of course Gotham City. The response from people was pretty standard, some were open minded and curious, others wanted them to go back where they came from, and others were still undecided on their opinion. Raven was somewhere in the middle of curious, and not really giving a shit. As far as she was concerned it was normal everyday stuff. She wasn't surprised to find out there had been several races of monsters living under the four major cities, after the crap she had seen and been through, nothing really surprised her anymore. It was really no difference between them and meta-humans—well, other than not being human of course—other than that it was pretty much the same shade of normal to her.

After finishing her make up—which consisted of black eyeliner making an eye of Horus mark below her left eye and black eye shadow that made her sapphire blue eyes nearly glow and dark red lipstick—she looked to the clock. Thirty minutes. It would take her at least fifteen to get there, if nothing held up the buses. She sighed and grabbed a purple colored scrunchy to tie her long natural dark blue hair back and off her neck. It showed off the metal collar as the golden ankh that hung from it settled on her shirt.

She hated that collar, unfortunately it was irremovable, Nabu—better known as Dr. Fate by those who never had the displeasure of getting to know him—made sure of that. The collar suppressed her magical aura, only allowing her to use defense based spells, and never allowing her to cast out of anger. If she did the collar would heat up according to the level of her anger or—if she went to cast a spell—would sever the link between her and her powers. Nabu's own version of teaching Raven anger management after the inhibitor collars failed to work. The thought of which only pissed her off, which caused said collar to warm up. She sighed, forcing herself to calm down. As the heat in her veins passed, so too did the heat on the metal collar. She turned toward the TV, shutting it off as she and Cherie walked down the stairs and out onto the City streets. Off to therapy.

Now, when she first started seeing Dr. Leland Raven felt everyone was watching and judging her, it felt as though everyone knew she was crazy. Now a days she reasoned that everyone was seeing a therapist these days, be it for anxiety, depression, anger management, OCD, ADHD, the list went on. For her it was all about rehabilitation...and also anger management.

Cherie hopped onto his master's shoulders as she waited at the bus stop, as she waited Raven decided to pull out her phone, placed her ear buds in her ears and cranked up her music to ignore the people around her. Just because she was being rehabilitated, didn't mean she had to enjoy the people around her. After a while she looked to check the time. Shit! The bus was late.

"Perhaps we should proceed on foot?" Cherie's voiced mewed inside her head. Raven nodded silently and turned and started walking. Oh well, a walk might actually help.

"Dr. Leland has been telling me to go for more walks lately." She said aloud.

~0~

"Ah, so nice of you to join me Raven." Dr. Leland said as she sat behind her desk. The right corner of Raven's mouth twitched into an apologetic yet nonchalant smile. As hard as she tried not to be, she ended up being five minutes late.

"Sorry, the bus was late." Raven explained with a shrug as she sat down in the chair across from the good doctor, "I decided to take a walk instead, look at stuff I don't normally see. Like you've been asking me to do for three weeks."

"Oh really?" Leland asked, setting down her file on Raven. She nodded.

"I sent you a message."

Lelenad looked down at her phone. "Huh, so you did," She then looked up at Raven and smiled, "So? What did you notice on your walk today?"

"Some new shops opened in my part of town." Raven said, absent mindedly petting Cherie's head, "I'm really interested in this cafe that sprouted up."

"Really?"

"I might even go after this session." Raven said with a small smile, Leland smiled back.

"That's good to hear Raven." She said with genuine enthusiasm. One of the good things about the Good Doctor, she was an actual friend, she wasn't looking to score a quick paycheck and write Raven off. She wanted to help, made Raven feel less like a hopeless case that way. "So, shall we get this done with so we can get you to your new Cafe?"

Raven nodded.

"We'll start off with our usual questions then; how have you been settling in to your new surroundings?" Leland asked.

"Not exactly new, but I'm doing pretty good. It feels weird being in the same house, but good." Raven explained, then laughed, "Even the cats are coming back."

"That's good to hear, and you're anger? How have you been managing?" Leland continued.

"...I'm still working on it."

Leland gave a look.

"I...sorta had a bit of a set back yesterday." She mumbled as she rubbed the back of her neck, "I...may have gotten angry and kicked someone's car..."

Leland sighed, "What happened this time?"

"Completely minding my own business, me and Cherie were crossing the street to get home and this guy just speeds down the road." Raven explained, "Asshole nearly hit my Cherie. Come on, the guy deserved much worse."

"That's right, your cat is connected to you. As a life line." Leland said, mostly to herself as she recalled another session. Raven nodded, leaning back in her chair and rubbing Cherie's chin.

"He dies, I die." She said matter-o-factly, "Usual familiar/witch situation. My collar burned for half an hour because of that."

"Well, you didn't use your magic," Leland said with a sigh as she scribbled down notes, she then looked up to Raven, "At least you didn't break his car. Honestly, I'd say consider that progress."

An hour later Raven and Leland set up an appointment for next week. After that Raven found herself in the new Cafe she had mentioned before. She was feeling pretty good about how the session went. With any luck she would be well on her way to only having one session a year.

"Yaknow, I think I'll miss the Good Doctor after all this is said and done." Raven said aloud as she sipped on a hot cup of tea. Cherie's tail twitched as he sat across from her on the table(lucky for her the small spot allowed pets).

"You do not truly mean that." he said plainly. Raven shrugged. Ok, so maybe not the therapy part, but no doubt she'd miss talking to someone.

Meow.

"Someone without four legs and fur." She specified. Cherie blinked slowly and tilted his head to the side. Clearly jealous. "Oh come on, as easy as it is to talk to you Cher, I..."

Raven couldn't help but notice the sound of snickering to her left, she shifted her eyes and noticed two older women staring at her. She felt her face heat up from embarrassment and annoyance, she held her hand to her forehead to hide her face.

"...I can't exactly do it in public." She mumbled. Cherie sat up straight, draping his tail over his paws as he looked Raven dead in the eye.

"You will forgive me, if I say that I do not care what some foolish humans think." He retorted. Raven looked down at her tea cup.

"You're not the one people stare at." she said. Cherie let out an audible sigh and jumped from the table onto the ground. He then looked up to Raven.

"You should really try acting more like a cat." he purred as he padded off to chase a fallen leaf. Raven laughed to herself as she fished through her wallet to pay for drink. If she acted more like a cat she'd be right back in Arkham Asylum.

More people stared as Raven stood, gathered Cherie and left the cafe. The collar around her neck began to warm up as she stomped off toward the bus stop as the Gotham City bus rolled up. As she boarded the bus, she noticed more people staring at her. The collar grew hotter.

"Mind you anger Raven deary." she heard Cherie mew. Raven rolled her eyes as she sat down in the back. She was annoyed, not angry. Still, her head was racing with thoughts, Dr. Leland always said to give people the benefit of the doubt, but that was a little hard when no one did the same with her. She sighed, and leaned back in the hard bus seat. Suppose she should have just considered herself lucky, at least they weren't glaring, in fact it seemed like a lot of the general public had forgotten about her over the years. Course when one thinks about it, it was pretty much a daily occurrence when it came to Gotham. So maybe she should just consider herself lucky that laughing is ALL they did.

"Raven dearest," Cherie mewed as he hopped off Raven's lap and looked out the window, "I hate to disrupt your chain of thought, but have you paid attention to our surroundings?"

Raven looked up and out the window and felt the metal around her neck heat up again. She boarded the wrong bus, and was now in the wrong neighborhood. She groaned as the bus stopped and she got off in Gotham Cities Monster District. She lived on the other side of the City.

Just great.

"Could today get any worse?" She said out loud. A sudden flash in the sky followed by a rumble sound gave seemed to answer her question. Soon Raven found herself in the middle of a down pour. Using herself to cover Cherie—who growled on and on about how he hated water—and rushed off to find shelter from the rain. She ended up at a tavern called "Grillby's."

A few tables close to the entrance grew quiet when she entered. She rolled her eyes. Monster, human, Meta, didn't matter, something different strolls in, people stop and stare. She gave a tight smile as she made her way to an empty seat. Which she found to be tricky, as the place was completely packed. Apparently Grillby's was a happening place in Gotham's Monster District. The only seat she found that was available was at the bar. She sat down and was greeted by a man made of fire, he wore a usual Bartender's uniform with a set of glasses.

"Uh, you don't mind pets do you?" Raven asked with a sheepish smile. The fiery man shook his head. "Appreciate that, and sorry for getting water all over the place. Forgot my umbrella."

The fiery man nodded and went back to attending the other patrons. Raven sighed as Cherie jumped from her lap onto the bar and shook, sending water all over Raven and the people next to her. They immediately all got up and moved.

"Omigod Cherie you are an ass." Raven hissed through gritted teeth. Cherie hissed, complaining that this wouldn't have happened if she had been paying attention to her surroundings instead of fuming over a bunch of stupid humans.

"Or at the very least, remembered to check the weather forecast while you were busy flipping through channels for one hour." he growled. Raven felt the heat rise around her neck.

"Yeah, well, you weren't paying attention either." She hissed, "What's your excuse?"

"Are you...talking...to your cat?" A deep masculine voice asked. Raven quickly snapped her mouth shut. She had assumed after Cherie shook himself dry that everyone had moved away from the two.

"Um..." She began, debating on a way to explain why she was having an argument with her pet cat that didn't sound crazy. She sighed, "Yeah. Yeah I am."

She hesitated looking over. She didn't really want to see a monster giving her the 'I think you're insane' look, but she figured it was better than avoiding any eye contact and looking even more suspicious. She looked up to find herself face to face with a skeleton wearing a large, rather heavy looking blue coat. Raven took particular note of that, as it was 90 degrees and the middle of April. She also noticed that while she was looking him over, he was doing the same. It was strange, seeing how he didn't have eyes but black voids with white pinpricks that wondered over her, they also seemed to pierce through her. He stopped however when he noticed her looking.

"I take it that's not normal for humans?" He asked. Raven shook her head.

"Not really. Does that bother you bone boy?" She asked with a smirk, she'd meant for it sound somewhat flirty, but realized that it may have come off as insulting. To her surprise, however, he laughed.

"Heheh. Bone boy, I get it." He said, "So then, must be pretty special."

"Do what?"

"For a human to talk to cats. Must be pretty special."He repeated. Raven blinked, raising her eyebrows. She then snorted.

"Depends on your definition of "special" is." She said, the skeleton man cocked a nonexistent eyebrow in confusion. She shook her head, "I'm not technically all human."

"Oh?"

"Ever heard of the term meta-human?"

The skeleton man shook his head. "No, can't say I'm familiar with it."

"Meta-humans are human's with inhuman abilities." Raven elaborated, "I'm one of those who are considered meta among the usual Gothamites."

"And talking to cats is considered meta-huma?"

"That's one of the beautiful things about the term meta." Raven grumbled, "It's more of a blanket term. Anyone with an inhuman ability can considered meta. But talking to my cat isn't my meta-human ability."

"Oh? What is?" He asked, he seemed genuinely curious. Raven frown.

"That's a bit too personal for me to divulge to a guy, when I don't even know his name." She said. The skeleton paused, and for a second Raven thought she offended him. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she'd pissed someone off, in fact she had a strange knack for it actually. Instead the skeleton man held out his hand toward her.

"Sans." He offered, Raven smiled—happy to have not offended him—and shook his hand. To her mild surprise she found that his fingers weren't cold but warm to the touch. She half expected them to be ice cold.

"Raven." She said, then pointed to Cherie. "and wet fur over here is Cherie."

Meow

"Sorry, Cherie Curie." She corrected, then paused, "...He's particular about his name."

"Ah." the skeleton—Sans said, as if he understood, and maybe he did. Hell, for all Raven knew, Sans was just as used to monsters talking to cats as she was to...well everything.

"So Raven, what's a human doing in the Monster district?" He asked, turning back to the bar where Raven noticed he had a plan of fries—at least, she assumed they were fries, she couldn't really tell with the amount of ketchup on the plate. "We don't get a lot of humans here, meta or otherwise."

Cherie's ear twitched in annoyance as Raven sighed, propping her elbow on the bar and resting her head on her hand.

"Wasn't paying attention, and boarded the wrong bus." She sighed, "Then the downpour, and here I am. Waiting for the rain to clear so I can walk home."

"Why not take the bus back?" Sans asked. Raven dug into her pocket and set a soaked clump of paper on the bar.

"Because bus passes are made of paper, and water beats paper." She said plainly. "And started out such a good day."

"Looks like your ride home got all washed up." Sans said with a laugh. Raven blinked, then laughed.

"Oh God, that was a horrible pun." She said between giggles. Sans' grin grew as he began making more bad puns and jokes, all of which got at least some kind of laugh out of the blue haired girl, which only encouraged Sans to continue until an hour went by. Cherie's ears twitched in annoyance, he didn't really find the jokes very funny. Especially the ones at his expense(and Sans made a lot of them). After a while Cherie noticed that the rain had stopped. He jumped from the bar to the floor, getting Raven's attention, since she clearly wasn't listening to his voice. Raven looked out the window.

"Looks like the rain's stopped." She said standing. "I should get goin, don't wanna be caught in Gotham after dark."

"Sounds dangerous."

"Depends on your definition of dangerous is." Raven grumbled. Cherie hissed. "Alright already, we're goin."

"Thanks for the chat," She then said, giving a playful wink to Sans, who just responded with a grin. He watched as Raven walked off waving over her shoulder, "See ya round Bone Boy."

And with that, she exited Grillby's and headed home.

Good god this chapter ended up being 8 pages long! While writing this first chapter I also cursed myself for not being able to remember phrases and words. I also hate all the "He saids" and "She saids" they make me wanna hurl my laptop. Which is bad because this is technically a new laptop. Sorry this was so choppy, please bare with me as beginnings of stories. Also, I hope that I was able to give you a decent back story on Raven while at the same time not giving away too much. Anyhow if you made it this far, maybe you're willing to go a little farther and shoot me a review. I like constructive criticism as well as anything singing my praises (who doesn't?)