Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. I do, however, own the idea. It was my original story before I thought to myself that this would make a pretty fun fan fiction, too.

Warnings: There will probably be violence a little later, a bit of blood, and a dash of twisted humor. I figure I might as well just put it here that this is mainly the original TT universe, but Rae's got a side job. There's a slight insinuation of femslash.

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When she was meditating, her mind could wander. When she was meditating, she could do her job quickly and efficiently. When she was meditating, people died.

Of course, nobody knew it was her that stalked the shadows. If someone were to find out, the consequences would be dire. She would be hunted down, locked away, forbidden to her duty. And with no death, the world would fall apart.

She supposed that the job description was a little shady. Nobody had shown up with an informational video on How To Be Death, so she'd had to figure that out on her own. She did the best she could, allowing no-one who saw her to remain alive, carefully guarding her identity.

The most ironic part of her life was that when she wasn't taking lives, she was saving them, on a fairly daily basis. After all, that's what superheroes were supposed to do. They weren't supposed to wander the night claiming souls.

But… one did.

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"Friend Raven, I have prepared a breakfast of toast for you!" Starfire sang out. Raven was balanced on the couch a few feet away, a book resting in her hands. It was completely pointless for Star to cry so loudly, but Raven just decided that it was an alien thing.

The Titans had finally broken Starfire of her habit of cooking disgusting Tamaranian foods, only to find out that her only other skill was toast making. And she took to it like fleas on an opossum. Every morning was a new kind of toast. She tried toppings like mustard, peanut butter, ketchup, blue fungus, bologna, mayonnaise, and any other random non-edibles from the fridge.

Needless to say, she often found herself eating alone.

Raven flipped the page in her book, not really reading it. She had read each of her books dozens of times, but constantly had one in her hands. It gave her an excuse not to talk. If she always looked busy, there was less of a chance of someone starting a conversation.

"Raaaaaaven. Please, indulge yourself upon these delicious toasted breads!"

"Star. I'm reading."

"Could you not eat as well?"

Raven's stomach did a back flip, "Sorry, Star. I'm not hungry."

Star's face fell, "I am sorry. I will leave you to your book."

"Thank you." She didn't like being cold all the time, but it seemed expected of her, if not from being the dark sorceress than from her part time job. It hurt her to be cruel to Star the most, though, for reasons she didn't feel up to delving into.

Before she could turn another page, the alarm went off, sending a determined Robin to the console, a half-clothed Beastboy to stumble into the room, white towel wrapped tightly around his waist, a shower cap on his head, and an excited Starfire to swoop to Robin's side.

Raven really detested seeing them two together. Star was obviously interested in him, but all Robin was interested in was work. It wasn't Robin that she disliked; quite the contrary, in fact. She respected him for his devotion to the team. What she didn't care for was the way he just disregarded Star's feelings.

His voice broke her concentration, "Mumbo's broken into the museum. Beastboy, go get dressed and find Cyborg. Star, you and Raven go wait in the T-car. I'm going to go and grab a gadget I created to stop his magic."

Raven reluctantly placed the book on the couch and got up. Star smiled at Robin's disappearing form; Raven scowled.

When they were both seated in the back of the car, Raven couldn't hold her tongue any longer, "It's pointless to chase him."

"Who am I chasing?"

"Robin."

"I did not know he was running."

"He won't return your feelings."

Star's face fell, "Is it that easy to see?"

"I'd have to be a blind koala not to see it, or a guy. They're both about the same thing."

"Are you saying I should give up?"

Raven couldn't meet her eyes, "I was just meaning that you shouldn't place all your hope on him. There are probably dozens of other people dying to date you." She cringed at her own words. In a way, they were true. Tons of men – and a few woman for that matter – lined up to watch their favorite Titan fight, and some of them got caught in the cross fire.

Star swallowed uncomfortably, "Thank you, Friend Raven."

"I'm sorry, Star." Did those words just leave her mouth?

Too late to think about it; the rest of the Titans piled into the car and Cyborg zoomed off to the museum. Mumbo was giggling near a statue of a man carrying a box. He tapped his wand on it and the box splung open, sending dozens of exploding stuffed rabbits at the newly arrived heroes.

Raven fluttered to the side, drawing her trademark hood up over her head. There was a slight tug on her senses, which could only mean one thing. Someone here wasn't going to survive.

Her hands shone black and she prepared to unleash a few shots, but her help was not needed. Robin threw a small silver box at Mumbo's feet; it exploded in a billow of smoke, and Raven couldn't tell what happened.

All she knew was that her need to meditate was growing. The smell of death was on the air, if anybody but her could smell it. She shuddered, hoping that it was only Mumbo she was supposed to reap.

All the attention in the room was on the smoke, so she slipped behind a statue and began her ritual of meditating. She slipped out of her body, now dressed in the customary black robes that slipped past her feet to drag on the ground. She carried no scythe.

With her new form, the smoke was hardly a nuisance; she could clearly see Mumbo lying on the floor, panting hard. There was no blood, but that meant nothing to her. The trails of death lead to him.

She stepped on his wand, shattering it. He gazed at her with panic filled eyes as he reverted to his old form.

"We can just call this a joke between friends, can't we?"

She didn't answer, but walked closer.

"It was just a prank! A harmless prank!" He coughed, showering blood onto his waiting hand, "Wait! You…" His cry was cut off as she reached into his chest, yanking his soul free.

His mortal body slumped to the ground.

Raven returned to her own body, tucking the soul into a small bottle to be taken care of later. She rejoined the group seconds later; in all, the reaping had taken thirty seconds or so.

The smoke cleared and Robin fell to his knees, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

Star joined him on the ground, "What… what happened?"

The Boy Wonder with all the answers was at a loss. Raven closed her eyes for a moment.

"The box shattered releasing a gas."

"It was knock-out gas…" Robin stuttered.

What Raven couldn't tell him was that Mumbo had been sick before. He was going to die today, attack or no attack. After reaping a soul, she could see into it and all its ailments. All she could offer as far as help for her friend was a pat on the back.

"Don't beat yourself up. Nobody is going to blame you."

His face was ashen, "I didn't mean…"

"Star, help him out to the car." Cyborg murmured. He approached the limp form, prodding it and taking bio-readings. When the ambulances arrived, Mumbo had been dead for twenty minutes.

It was days like this when Raven hated her job.

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Mumbo wasn't the only crook that day at the museum. Someone else crouched in the shadows, watching. Someone noticed Raven leaving her body. Someone smirked a little smirk and began to plan.