Happy birthday, Anna Chaos. Kind of.
"Mind telling me why you're always by yourself?"
"I'm not sure if I'll fit in."
"Dude, he's green, half of me is metal, and she's from space! You fit in just fine."
Prologue
The end is never the end.
I tend to think of my bits of life as a series of little vignettes, in that my life is always changing at breakneck speed to the point where I feel like I'm living bits and pieces of a hundred different Ravens, like the time you and Beast Boy had to fight a crazy mob of schizophrenic pieces of myself in my own mind. I can't help but feel that's an accurate representation of my life; one central Raven and a million different things around her. The end of one moment is the start of another.
It's been admittedly reassuring to have a few things stay the same. The giant, somewhat tacky twentieth letter house we live in; the partners-in-crime and eventual friends I've been shacked up with; the battles we've faced or even instigated from the firestarters in Jump City from as minor as crooks to as large as masterminds; and the hidden rush I get from having a mission and the abilities to complete it.
It's been a strange life. But I'm a strange girl in a group of strange people. Sometimes it's hard to feel attached to other people, like I still haven't quite gotten to know them. I think they're still alienated by me, or I'm even still alienated by them. I am an alien, after all. They forget that, because Starfire is a more flagrant example of a stranger in a strange land; I still don't think she knows her way around Earth the way I do. Change is second nature to me now, and so are strange things. I am a strange girl, after all. I'm an alien, a superpowered mutant, pale as death, purveyor of darkness, someone with massive capabilities, proven and patented fright factor, and totally and utterly out-of-the-ordinary.
It's strange to be human. It's strange to be me. I've been blessed, however, to have someone to talk to. I've always felt like I'm the strangest Titan, although I'm sure all of us feel that we are. Almost by instinct, perhaps by caution, likely by preference, I've been the lone wolf of the group. Robin and Starfire are busy being in love, Beast Boy is busy being social with literally anyone willing to talk to him, and you've been... you. Outgoing, confident, well-spoke, funny, charismatic, the one that's there for me.
I've learned that it's hard to tell a story that only one person is in, so this is the story of the both of us.
I'm gonna do a series of short vignettes. I have always found these two to be the most interesting and intricate characters, and every one of their interactions is golden. I'm going to have fun writing these two, and I hope I get them right. There aren't enough stories about these two; friendly, romantic, or otherwise, and they really are dynamic together.