Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.
Author's Note: It has been awhile! Writer's block is not fun!
Introduction
"He's perfect." Marie Logan whispered, looking down at the blue bundle in her arms. She leaned back against the hospital pillows, eyes fixed on their son. "Isn't he just perfect." She asked, voice full of wonder. She ran a gentle hand against the baby's cheek.
Mark Logan moved closer to his wife. Running a hand through the small tuft of blonde hair, he smiled watching the baby yawn. "Yea, Marie, he is."
"Joshua." Marie stated softly, tearing her eyes away from the baby in her arms. "Joshua." She called out.
His brow furrowed. "Joshua?" Mark repeated, looking at his wife confused.
"Does he look like a Joshua to you?" She asked looking down at the baby in her arms. "How about Robert? Or Charles?"
"If you ask me he looks like a Mark Jr."
Marie chuckled, gently nudging her husband's shoulder. "I'm serious."
"I am, too."
"I mean it." Marie replied quietly as the baby wrapped a hand around his father's finger. "And besides he doesn't look like a Mark."
Mark sighed, nodding. He leaned his chin against her shoulder. "What about Garfield?"
"Garfield." Marie whispered. "It certainly is different." She spoke considering the name.
"It's distinguished." Mark added.
"I think it suits him."
"Garfield Mark Logan."
Chapter Three: "Monikers"
She didn't move.
She was standing on the bottom step of the porch, gazing up at the modern townhouse. Her fists were balled at her sides, knuckles white with strain.
They'd been standing there for at ten minutes.
He was tempted to check her pulse.
"Raven?" Beast Boy whispered, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "You alright?"
"Yea." Raven replied, clearing her throat and brushing his hand away.
Beast Boy frowned. "You know, we don't have to do this right now. We can grab a bite to eat and come back?"
The empath shook her head. "Might as well get this over with. The sooner we clean this place out, the sooner we can get back to Jump." She spoke looking at the house. She sighed, walking up the stairs.
Beast Boy nodded, following behind her.
Retrieving the key from beneath the potted plant, she placed the key into the lock and turned it once. With her bottom lip drawn between her teeth, she opened the door and stepped inside, greeted by the bare hallway. She followed hardwood pattern on the floor into the living room.
The white walls had no pictures, no memories or personality, and the large room held little furniture.
Raven stood in the middle of the living eyes closed, inhaling the faint scent of the wooden furniture. The undeniable sound of Beast Boy's footsteps rang in her eyes as he approached the living room.
"The electricity's off." Beast Boy announced, flipping a light switch.
She opened her eyes. "I doubt the house ever had electricity." Her eyes wandered around the room. "No lights, so I'm guessing there are candles somewhere around here."
He nodded. "I suppose we should get started while we have daylight on our side."
"Alright," She started. "There is nothing we can really do in this room. The donation truck won't be here until Friday, so I'm thinking we can put the first floor donations in here."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
He frowned in such a way that caused wrinkles to appear on his mask. Arms folded, he sat at the control panel swiveling back and forth in his chair. Letting out a thunderous sigh, he sank further into his seat.
"Care to share?" Cyborg asked. He was sitting on the couch, thumbing through a mechanic's magazine.
"Yes," Starfire started, as she floated out of the kitchen. "Is something doing the bugging, Love Robin?"
"It's nothing, Star." Robin answered, jaw tight with thought.
"I can see steam coming out your ears." Cyborg chuckled, shaking his head.
The pretty alien floated over to her boyfriend, examining his ears. "Friend Cyborg, I believe you are mistaken. There is nothing coming out of Robin's ears."
"It's an expression, Star." The metal man smiled. "It means that he is thinking very hard."
"Oh yes! Robin seems to be quite focused on something." Starfire nodded. "Please, do the sharing of thoughts with us."
Robin stilled his chair. Standing, he made his way toward the exit. "It's nothing." He spoke leaving the common room.
Starfire sighed, lowering herself to the ground. She looked up feeling a hand on her shoulder. "I do not understand why he does not do the sharing with us." She looked down. "With me."
"I don't know, Star." Cyborg admitted. "Maybe he just doesn't know how to express what is on his mind right now?"
"Perhaps." Starfire mused sadly.
"You donating the dining room furniture, too?" Beast Boy asked, as they stood in the kitchen. They had just finished cleaning it out.
Raven nodded, closing the refrigerator. Dusting her hands off, she picked up a glass and filled it with water. She took a delicate sip. "I think I'm going to get started in the study."
"Alright, I'm going to move this out into the living room." Beast Boy spoke, carrying a box out of the kitchen.
Sitting the glass on the island counter top, she exited the kitchen and headed down the hall into the study.
It wasn't surprising that walls were covered with books from floor to ceiling. In the center of the room, there was a messily kept desk and chair.
"Better get started." Raven muttered to herself, taking a seat on the floor. She plucked a book from the shelf and started to flip through it.
"Wow," Beast Boy spoke stepping into the room. "And I thought you had a lot of books."
Raven smirked, setting the book aside and taking another one off the shelf. "It must be genetic."
He walked over, taking a seat next to her. "Whatcha reading?"
"A book on astral projection." Raven answered not looking up from the book.
The changeling scooted closer to her. "If you want, I could help you go throu- that book is not in English."
"No, this is Azarthian Sanskrit." The violet haired teen smirked. "Most of the books here are written in it. I figured I should go through these. There might be some books I could use in the future."
"Do you need any help?" Beast Boy offered.
"You can't read Azarthian Sanskrit." She smiled faintly.
"I know." He admitted. "Can't blame a guy for trying." He laughed, scratching behind his neck.
"I know." She spoke, holding her hands up in playful surrender. "Would you mind going through the desk to see if there is anything of value?"
"No problem." Beast Boy saluted, jumping to his feet and walking over to the desk. He took a seat in the chair, and began to shuffle through the various papers. "So have you found any books that you could use?"
"Yea." Raven replied, taking another book from the shelf. She placed it in the donate pile. "I found a few that will help me with healing, which is always a good thing."
"Cool." Beast Boy responded, sorting through the papers. "I didn't know your mother had powers."
"She didn't." Raven answered. She looked up, resting her face in her chin looking at him. "She was a normal human. These books are more about tapping into different energies and natural resources. Like the healing books have the different Azarthian remedies in them for things like headaches, colds, fevers, and other ailments."
He nodded, opening the desk drawer. His brow wrinkled with thought.
"What?" Raven asked, noticing his change of expression.
Beast Boy reached inside the desk, picking up a violet and white square document.
"What's that?" The empath asked standing.
"It's a birth certificate." He answered. "It's registered with Gotham City, and it's for someone named Rachel Marie Roth."
Raven frowned a bit, walking over to him. "A family member, maybe?"
"No." Beast Boy answered, looking up at her. "This has your birthday."
"What?" Raven questioned confused. She stood next to him, hand resting on the chair.
"It's your birthday. October 13th." Beast Boy read. "Mother is listed as Angela Ann Roth; Father is unknown." He handed her the piece of paper.
Raven studied the paper.
"I think that's your birth certificate."
"It can't be." Raven countered. "We don't have birth certificates on Azarath."
"Are you sure you were born there?"
"That's what Azar told me." Raven whispered, reading over the certificate. "I can't have a Gotham City birth certificate."
"Is it possible she filed for one later, after you were born?"
Raven shook her head. "I don't know." She sighed. "She could have, but why would she do that?"
"Maybe you were born on Earth before going to Azarath?"
"But there is no hospital listed." Raven pointed out. "It says this filed years after my birth. Actually, this was filed after Arella received death rites on Azarath."
"Are you sure that was your mother on alter?"
"That's what I was told. The body is wrapped from head to toe in linen when it's burned, so I don't know." The empath sighed. "I really don't know anymore." She sniffled, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles in her dress. "Well," She exhaled. "I think it's time we break for dinner, huh?"
Beast Boy nodded, deciding not to push her.
"I found a phonebook in the kitchen." Raven informed him, setting the document down. She started out the room, stopping at the doorframe. "I figure we can get something delivered."
"Perfect." Beast Boy offered a smile.
She walked out of the room, following the hallway down to the kitchen. Resting her palms against the island counter, she took a deep breath in and released it loudly. Locating her purse, she pulled out her communicator. "Raven calling Robin." She spoke into the device, eyes closed.
To be Continued…