Chapter 2
Proposition
AN: I own nothing in this story. Please R&R.

After the movie Raven tried to find Gar but apparently he had already gone home. She then started talking very fast to Victor about the coolest scenes in the movie and what she wanted to see in the sequel. After Victor dropped her off Raven quickly shed her costume and dressed in one of her many nightgowns. Her father was still at work. The man had held down two jobs for as long as Raven had been alive. She still loved him even though he was rarely home.Sighing to herself, Raven picked up her favorite manga, Rurouni Kenshin, and lost herself in 19th century Japan until sleep claimed her.

By some miracle Garfield did not work on Saturdays. He used this time to go down to Barnes and Nobles and while away the hours just reading. He loved it. Spying a comfy armchair he settled in and read. A few moments later he was interrupted by a soft voice.

"Excuse me, sir, are you done with these?"

He lowered the book and saw that odd girl from the theatre. Raven was equally shocked but she quickly got over it. She put on a beaming smile.

"Hey Gar! How are you?"

"It's Garfield and I'm fine." A few moments of silence followed.

"So are you done with these?" Raven pointed to the stack of books beside Garfield.

"No." More silence. "Why do you work here?" The smile seemed frozen on Raven's face.

"I get discounts on all the cool books and manga! Oh can I interest you in preordering the newest Harry Potter?"

"I don't read that trash. Those books are just a fad and when one looks beyond it what do they see? Cliché storylines with two dimensional
characters. Sorry I'm rambling."

"It's okay, I do the same thing. So are you doing anything later?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

At the mention of the word, Garfield's face turned beet red. He had no experience with women and even less with courtship.

"It doesn't have to be a date. Let's just get some coffee or lunch, okay?"

"S-sure." Garfield stammered out.

"Okay. You'll still be here at 5:00 right? That's when I get off." The boy nodded.

"Good, see you then!" And then the girl disappeared among the bookshelves.

"What have I gotten myself into?" Garfield muttered aloud.

After Raven got off work she found Gar right where she had left him.

"So…" Garfield started off.

"I know a good coffee shop, c'mon."

Raven then led him out of the store and down a couple of blocks towards a quaint little café. This being Gotham City of course, nothing was very quaint for long. Grabbing their two chai's Garfield went over to where Raven was seated and sat across from her.

"How long have you been working at the theatre?"

"A year. My dad thought it was a good idea. What about you?"

"I just started two months ago. It's great! So what does your dad do?"

"He's a psychiatrist."

"And your mother?"

"She passed away."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"It's alright. So what do you like to do, besides dress up as a robot?"

Garfield mentally slapped himself for saying such a stupid comment but Raven only smiled at him again.

"I'm a multimedia addict, a shipper, a nerd, and a bunch of other things. What about you?"

"I read and occasionally watch movies. I also like to write in my spare time."

"What do you write?"

"Poetry."

"Can you make one up right now?"

"Violet orbs reflected in white pools, Reminders of a better time, When love was real,And not in a rhyme."

"That was good."

"No it wasn't. So what do your parents do?"

"My parents divorced when I was 5 and mom's been seeing one guy after another. Dad works two jobs day and night and I rarely see him. Why don'tyou smile?"

"What?"

"I've noticed that you never really show your emotions, your face is like a blank slate. What happened to you?"

"Nothing." Garfield's face was blank and not even his eyes gave any clue to the girl what he was thinking.

"Alright…I'll make you smile." The boy raised one eyebrow at the girl.

"How are you going to do that?" Raven reached towards his face but the boy quickly backed away.

"Please don't."

"I'm sorry." But Garfield shook his head.

"It's not you, truly. It was nice getting to know you better." Then he left the café and went out into the sunny afternoon.

When Raven got home she found her father on the couch with a beer in his right hand and the remote in his left.

"Hey honey, how was work?"

"It was fine. I had some coffee with a really odd boy though."

"Weirder than you?"

"Dad, knock it off. At least he still has his hair." Father and daughter laughed at their little jokes.

"Just don't let him see you eat. Remember you nearly scared your last boyfriend away. What was his name? Malchior right?"

"Yes. And I wish it had. He was a controlling bastard."

"And how is this other guy?"

"He's…complicated and skinny, unlike some other men in my life."

"I get the point, anyway do you want pizza or a home cooked masterpiece."

"The pizza. Your last "masterpiece" nearly killed me."

"You're a regular comedian, Rae."

Garfield's father was waiting for him when he got home. He was a short man in his early fifties with white hair and gleaming eyes that seemed to see through a person.

"Hello son." Mark Logan said to his offspring.

"Father."

"We need to talk."

"Not now."

"When?"

"I don't know."

"You haven't been taking your medication recently."

"I don't want those drugs anymore. They're making me numb to everything around me."

"They'll fix you. She would want you to be healthy." Garfield left without another word. Mark sighed heavily and walked towards his bedroom..