Raven spun, the daimon crashing into the wall. "See you in hell," she growled, and she stabbed him. He evaporated, a hiss coming from the mist that he once was. She blew her hair out of her face, and turned to see a horde of more daimons creeping into the alley. Good. She felt like fighting tonight.

Garfield sat up straight, shaking his head and groaning as he slammed his alarm clock into the wall. 6:00. Time for work. He pulled himself from his bed, yanking on jeans and a leather jacket--that was it, because he rather despised clothes.

Five minutes later, he was prowling around the alleyways and backstreets of Jump City. Daimons roamed these streets, he knew well. Despite the look of the town, there was quite a bit of trouble and danger here. For mortals, that is. He was a Dark-Hunter, one with the night, and also the only of Were-Hunter blood. And damn straight he loved each and every second of it.

He heard a woman scream, and sighed as he ran over, fully prepared to help. What he found was a warrior, fending for herself against nearly impossible odds. He smirked. Well, again, for humans…

Raven watched as the last of the demon spawn was evaporating, and smiled. Another night of good work. The gods and goddesses would be delighted tonight because she'd just saved another life. She turned and found a man leaning against the wall, smirking.

He was around six foot tall, his hair spiky and grass green. His onyx eyes seemed like they were looking through her, not at her. He wore an unzipped leather trench coat, and no shirt. He was wearing unbuttoned yet zipped jeans, and added to that smirk, he was hot as hell seven times to Sunday.

"Ooh, little girl kicks daimon ass. Good job, sweetheart, but that's my job. I get paid for it. Quite a bit of money, actually, but that isn't exactly why I chose this gig." She gave him an "Eff you!" glare, along with flipping him the bird. He was behind her in a split second, whispering in her ear, "You can if you really want to. Name's Logan, by the way. Garfield Logan, so you'll know what to scream when I take you as mine."

She spun, and he laughed at her expression. "What? How? WHAT?!" He snickered, and put his arm around her. "Well, miss, the world around us is a scary, scary place, and I am a protector. Hope you're on my side…" With that, he was gone. Raven's heart was fluttering. She'd found her new… 'prey'.

Gar drank another Grab-A-Human-By-The-Hair, and still it did nothing for his erection. "Damnit," he murmured, "Vic! You got anything to make someone forget the sight of a blade slipping through daimon skin like it was hot butter as the most beautiful woman in creation crouched dangerously, wielding it expertly?"

The Celt chuckled, and replied, "Nah, sorry, man." Garfield slammed his head against the bar, and groaned. "What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked himself, but though his friend laughed and replied, "She's a hot girl and you're horny for women who kick ass."

The green-haired man shook his head, and laughed. "Dude, I get the hots for women who are all delicate and girly, not for leather wearing, royal purple-eyed, sexy long-black-haired vixens who could well kill me."

The mocha-skinned man just shook his head, glad that the only woman who made him wanna get it on was his wife, the lovely Karen Stone.

"Raven! Wait a moment, please!" Raven spun to face her close friend, Terra Eorpe. "T… Hi. You'll never guess what happened last night…" The blonde cocked her head, and asked, "Pray tell."

Raven smiled, thinking back on her new 'target'. "Well, I was hunting last night, and after I killed off the last daimon, this gorgeous guy came up and flirted with me. He… looked like heaven walking. T, have you ever heard of a man named Logan? Garfe--"

"Wait… Gar? Gar snuck up on you in a back alley?" The blue-eyed girl laughed, and Raven gave her a blank stare. "Why are you laughing?" "Because!" she gushed, "Do you have any idea how fine that man is? God, half of Infernus--you know, that really awesome bar Karen intro-ed us to?--wants him above them, sweaty and hot as he slides his body over theirs--and that's including several men!"

Raven nodded, and murmured, "Actually, he offered… Or rather, took the bird the wrong way when I flipped him off for underestimating me.…" Another laugh, and another stare, as Terra explained, "He's one for flipping words around to his benefit. He's a bit of a prankster, actually. And kind as hell."

Then the more hyper of the two got a mischievous grin, and said, "We're going to Infernus tonight. And you are going to wear your hottest clothes. And you are going to be the only woman I've ever heard of who hooked Garfield Logan."

Raven sighed, and asked, "How do you know he's even gonna be there?" The blonde shook a finger at her, and said, "I have connections, Raven dearest, and I know his best friend. You do too, actually… Vic." Raven smiled at the memory of the huge black man, and said, "You know, you have love that game-junkie."

Terra nodded, and walked away, off to her pottery shop. "Remember," she called back to Raven, "Tonight, you're gonna hook the world's sexiest man!" Raven laughed lightly, and returned to her little store, happy she'd run into her rival-turned-friend. "Will do!"

She sat among her dark store, and smiled as teenagers fawned over her Lolita dresses, trying on her tee shirts and squealing at her knickknacks. She stared at one of her favorite posters, a Teen Titans picture, and laughed at the irony. It was a show she'd loved as a kid, loved her similarities to the character of the same name, and now that she remembered…

Wasn't Beast Boy's name Garfield Logan?

Gar woke up, damning his emotions and dreams because of the huge erection he was now going to have to deal with. He lay on his back and soothed himself, moaning and grunting as visions from his dreams haunted him. The silk of her hair in his hands, draped over his chest as she rode him…

God, if he ever saw her again, he would be useless until he had her.

Little did he know, uselessness was very, very close.