Chapter 4: Wrath

They must have looked ridiculous, perched on the roof of a building overlooking the park where Control Freak had taken Kitten on a date. No one would have described either as inconspicious: Garfield was green and Raven made a glass of milk look tan by comparison. They could only hope that no one would see them.

"Do you want me to listen to them as a fly?" Garfield spoke, breaking the quietness between the two.

"No, just wait. It's Kitten we're after. It wouldn't do well if we get found out stalking the girlfriend to the leader of the Titans." Raven rolled her eyes, as if that should have been a given.

"He doesn't even know who I am."

"Beast Boy, we still can't trust that. If Kitten is the one who changed your life and erased our memories, don't you think she'll notice a green fly coincidentally following her? It doesn't matter if Control Freak doesn't know."

"Fine." Garfield finally conceded.

"We'll just wait until Control Freak leaves and then we'll follow her."

"Something is going to happen. You'll get hit by a car...or something." Garfield stuttered; he couldn't quite predict what would happen to the witch, but he knew it wasn't good. He almost laughed at how ridiculous his words sounded.

"Or something...let's just leave the watching to someone with magic." The witch didn't sound arrogant, more so teasing him than anything.

"How have you been lately...knowing that this world will be over if we succeed?" He asked, trying to pass the time until Kitten would be done with her boyfriend.

"I've been fine. I've mostly read and worked on a way to get out of this mess, Beast Boy. Nothing too exciting."

"You won't miss this life?"

"No, I'm sorry. Beast Boy, we're not meant to live like this. I know you have a thing going on with Killer Moth...but maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Your memories were replaced and your life was rewritten just to make that relationship possible."

"I still feel though, Rae." His voice came out weakly, nothing like his usual cooler self.

"You wouldn't be helping me now if you didn't want to fix this mess."

"I..." He didn't know how to respond to that. He couldn't deny it.

"I'm right. I'm fine with you enjoying the time you have left with Killer Moth, but as your friend, get used to not being with him. It's for the best."

"Maybe I can change. Maybe he'll change." The words weren't said with confidence: they were a vague declaration of fleeting hope.

"You aren't a villain, Beast Boy." She said matter-of-factly. There was no debate in her mind; she hadn't experienced anything in this fake life worth saving.

"He could change. Maybe he'll stop being a criminal." His words weren't meant to fight her; they were for himself and his own inner turmoil.

"He might have you now, but he's still the same criminal we fought in our real lives."

"What about Malchior?" Garfield regained some of his senses, offering a quick retort to Raven. They might not remember everything about their real lives, but that name recalled powerful memories.

The witch was shocked, almost gasping at the name. Despite her inward reaction, Raven was still outwardly apathetic. Garfield wouldn't have caught it unless he had seen the quick intake of breath at the mention of the dragon. Even with fake memories, he couldn't forget a friend as close as Raven. He knew her fully, from her moods down to the twitches and ticks of her body movements.

"He wasn't going to change. He used me." She could barely respond to him. With her mind in a tailspin, she could only offer simple responses. "We need to pay attention to Kitten..."

"Look down. She's still with her boyfriend. But let's go back to Malchior, Raven." Garfield had gotten too personal with Raven. He had used a low-blow from her past to his advantage and couldn't care less. He wanted to be right about Killer Moth.

"He used me just like Killer Moth is using you."

"I think if there even is using going on, it's consensual." He chided.

"Beast Boy, you're a trophy to him, like a moth pinned to a wall. He collected you for your powers and genetics background." Her mind always saw the worst in people. At times, Garfield had loved her sarcasm and biting criticisms of people, but right now, it had never seemed more hypocritical and truly mean.

"I flirted with him, Raven. I chose to be his boyfriend."

"You can't tell me he's changed you and made you into a villain. Just because you never joined the Titans in this world didn't mean you had to turn to crime."

"You're really going to judge me...about this fake life. Really, Raven?" He tried remaining calm and collected, but his mind too easily slipped into anger. They needed to focus on Kitten.

"Beast Boy, don't be over-dramatic." The witch spoke coldly.

"I'm sorry that I have feelings. Okay...I'm not going to fight this right now. We're not talking about this again." He turned away, refocusing on watching Control Freak and Kitten.

"Beast Boy..." She tried getting his attention but to no avail. He couldn't be bothered with her antics.

Garfield would still help her, but if he wanted a life with Killer Moth, it would be found on his own terms. An answer to how he could resolve both his real life and fake memories existed, but Raven was too hateful to ever be open to that. She only focused on going back to reality: a world where she was above such common teen emotions.

In addition to the love he felt for Killer Moth, Garfield had never felt such disappointment and rage over Raven. He had trusted her in his real life and wouldn't regain that fully when they finally returned.

"Control Freak is leaving." Garfield called out, finally turning to look at Raven. After their fight, the witch had taken to watching their target and meditating. Meditation allowed for the Titan to not have to deal with her real problems.

"He loves her." She spoke calmly, but Garfield couldn't seem to care.

Despite that, he affected concern in his voice. "Really? Can you sense it...empathically?" He almost didn't know what word to describe Raven's powers.

"Yes. Control Freak probably doesn't know she's the one who changed our lives and memories." For some reason, Raven still defended the redhead. Garfield was suspicious, but his perspective was jaded: he was a criminal on the outside looking in at the Titans in this world.

"Maybe because he knows...or is helping her." He didn't know why Raven trusted Control Freak. Even if he didn't know much about the redhead, some part of the green man suspected him.

"Our leader isn't a villain, Beast Boy." She might avoid fighting him over Killer Moth again, but when the topic was about Control Freak, Raven had never seemed more defensive and annoyed by Garfield.

"If you say so..."

"I know so." With that, any debate was finished. "I'll follow her. Tag along if you're able to stop picking fights and distracting me from our mission."

The witch flew up and over buildings, trailing Kitten beneath them. Control Freak's girlfriend had left the park, walking over to the sidewalk by their building. Garfield shifted into a pigeon, slowly following the erratic witch and Kitten. He wasn't in a rush; he already knew that Raven would fail in following their target.

He just didn't know she would fail so spectacularly.

Raven had only followed less than ten blocks before Kitten started walking through a residential neighborhood in Jump. It was a more well-to-do area of the city; certainly not the place of common criminals like Killer Moth. Kitten obviously had some money.

Despite her pursuit of the blonde, suddenly an invisible pull tugged at her body, momentarily blocking her powers as she flew over another building. The pull stopped her flight, sending her body into a dive towards the ground. Unluckily for the witch, Kitten glanced at her, watching the witch fall to her death.

Instead of showing concern and even shock, the blonde laughed. Kitten was giggling about her falling with a cruel glint in her eyes. Raven might not have found out where Kitten lived, but she knew without a doubt that the blonde was somehow behind this whole thing.

Garfield had slowly followed Raven. He was a couple buildings behind her when she plummeted. There was no time to think. Even though he had fought the witch, his body's instincts caused him to shift into a Pterodactyl, rushing to catch and sweep his friend away.

There was no anger on his mind; only concern existed for his friend.

As he flew closer, he could make out the terrified expression on the witch's face. She was no longer cold and unfeeling. Raven had never looked more scared, more afraid for her own life. There was no time for her to feel above expressing emotion. She truly thought she was going to die.

Raven was rocketing closer to the ground just as Garfield swooped down to meet her. As he hit the ground, he didn't even know if he had successfully saved the witch.

She might have hurt him, berating his feelings for Killer Moth, but Garfield couldn't deny she was his friend. No one except the other would ever understand what they had gone through in trying to fix this mess. In another life, if Garfield hadn't found Drury Walker, the Killer Moth of Jump, he might have fallen for the witch.

Raven was just too close, too much a a friend, to let die.

"Raven..." A voice called out, giddy to the point of being annoying.

The witch didn't know where she was, but the voice was unrecognizable. Kitten was taunting her. Only the blonde could have that grating, whiney voice.

"We know what you did." Raven spat, not waiting for the blonde to finish.

"I know, Raven." Kitten grinned. "My boyfriend gave me a nice new toy in the park today."

The witch studied her surroundings, trying to think of a way out of it. She was in a living room, luxuriously decorated in fabrics, fine linens, and frilly pinks. It could only be Kitten's home. Raven tried drawing her magic, but like before, there was a block on her powers.

"I could have let you die, but my boyfriend wouldn't have liked that."

Raven's mind finally caught the mention of Control Freak. She couldn't doubt his involvement. Control Freak was behind this. She had chalked up Garfield's suspicions as the paranoia of a common criminal, but they were right.

"Now, Raven, if we're going to kiss-and-tell about his whole plan, I'm going to give you back your memories."

Kitten pulled a strange looking remote from her pocket, pointing it at Raven's head as if it were a gun.

"You've caught me, but you can't stop Beast Boy." Raven didn't truly know where the green man was, but she hoped Kitten hadn't done anything to him. He was her only hope. Cyborg, Robin, and Starfire wouldn't be coming.

"Raven, I'll deal with him later. Control Freak wants to punish you for trying to stop us."

Kitten pressed a button on the remote. An invisible pull shot from the remote at Raven's head, blending her mind as if it were a stream of pixels.

Raven now knew everything...and had never been more horrified.

AN: Originally I wasn't going to give Kitten that big of a role, so is everyone okay with that?