Hey! This is my first story on my new profile NikkishipsBBRae2, because I forgot the password to my other account.

Anyway…Disclaimer- I don't own the Teen Titans, nor will I ever. Bad luck, I guess.

"Raven! Get your ass down here now," he screamed. Raven, 18, knew exactly what this meant as her husband of two years, Dick Grayson, screamed to her from downstairs. She reluctantly walked downstairs clutching her newly bruised arm. She could already smell the Bourbon and Jack Daniels, she hated when he was drunk, especially when it resulted in her hurting in the end. Sometimes she would even cry herself to sleep after he was finished with her. She didn't know why she stayed with him, she guessed it was because she loved him.

Bullshit.

She knew she never loved him, but the only reason she stayed with him was because she was forced to marry him. How, you might ask. To put it briefly, one night she got drunk, he was there, they were in Las Vegas, they went to a drive thru wedding parlor, and boom, they signed a fucking contract that said they could not get divorced.(A/N: I know that would never truly happen, well maybe, but let's just say it did.)

Back to the problem at hand…

"Raven, if you don't bring your scum eating ass down here, I will come get you myself. And trust me you don't want to come get you and drag you down these stairs," he shouted again.

She hurried downstairs only to find him seething and red in the face.

"I thought I told you to get your ass down here 5 minutes ago."

"I'm here now, aren't I?"

"Don't back talk you bitch!" With that he grabbed her from the bottom stair by her badly bruised arm and pulled her close.

He whispered, "I am the reason you're alive, you better worship me." She reluctantly nodded her head. It was the same every night, he would get drunk, he'd tell her she's lucky to be alive, and she would practically be raped. She was sick and tired of it.

Raven tried to turn away to go back upstairs and read, but he had other plans. He grabbed her by her waist painfully and threw her to the floor. She landed arm first and yelped in pain. This didn't go unnoticed.

Garfield Logan, 20, was jogging along his best friend, Dick's, street. He decided to make a short detour to his house, since he had to pee really badly. As soon he got up to the door, he knocked with panic. The door opened and revealed a battered but beautiful girl, he looked at her face closely and noticed bruises and scratches along her cheekbone. He forgot he had to pee and decided to check on her, since he was a nice guy.

"Hey, I'm Garfield Logan and you're pretty beat up. What happened?"

"Why should you be interfering with my life," she replied in her famous monotone voice.

"Rachel, who's at the door," a deep husky voice asked. Garfield could recognize that voice anywhere.

"What was your name again," Rachel asked.

"Um… Garfield Logan."

"There's a guy whose name is Garfield Logan," she shouted.

"Let him in," Dick answered. She opened the door wide enough for him to get through. He stepped through and instantly got a headache. The smell of alcohol hit him like a tidal wave and nearly knocked him over. Fortunately he balanced himself just in time and asked," Dude, what the hell is going on and what was with that girl's face, she looked she was sent through hell and back!"

"You don't know the half of it," Rachel said in an inaudible whisper.

Next Day:

Gar's POV:

"Man, I wonder what happened with Dick and that girl. Maybe I should text him and ask," he thought. He pulled out his phone and texted Dick.

Me (~^~): hey dude I was just wondering…

Dick (-^-): wats up Gar

Me (~^~): wat was with tht girl yesterday

Dick (-^-): oh my gf, she tripped down the stairs

Me (~^~): dude tht aint look like she tripped down the stairs, she looked like she was in a boxing match

Dick (-^-): u can call her nd ask her if u want

Me (~^~): rly wats her number

Dick (-^-): 932-555-0100 (A/N: completely random number)

Me (~^~): k, i'll txt u l8r

Dick (-^-): k

With that he called Rachel…

"Hello?"

"Hey, umm… this is Garfield Logan from yesterday. I came to visit Dick."

"Oh, right. Wait…how did you get my number?"

"From Dick. Um…I actually called to ask you what happened to you yesterday. You looked pretty beat up."

"Oh, that. Those…um…I kind of just tripped and fell down the stairs."

"You're lying."

"What?" She sounded nervous. "What are you talking about, how are you going to tell me what I did!"

"Sorry, I guess I can just feel when a person is lying. I am very sensitive."

There was some yelling in the background, and from what Garfield could tell, it was Dick. He heard many profanities that would make a sailor bashful.

"Look…um…I kind of gotta go now, but thanks for your concern."

"Wait!-," she already hung up.

"I got find out what's going on in that house," he thought to himself. He got in his car and drove away from his luxurious house over to Dick and Rachel's house.

-I know kind of bad for a first start but I think it would get better…let's hope.

~Nikki~