A/N Sorry, I've been tired… and lazy. I would have typed this up last night but I had Ski Club. Thanks for reviewing:

Dragon-Fire-Fairy

Dancing through the Storm

sparklyscrunchies

Queen-of-SHIPPING-25

Vianna

I 3 you all!

Disclaimer: Look, it's them. They're running toward the trap! Crap. They saw me.

Here we go again.

Raven gave Bruce an odd look. Roth sounded familiar. But she couldn't place it. How did he expect her to know this? For nearly three years she had known nothing but the alleyways of Gotham. Before that was thirteen years of a life she might never remember.

Richard looked concerned. She realized she hadn't yet answered.

"I… don't know. It sounds familiar. Who was she?" Raven was improvising. Again.

"Angela Roth went missing about seventeen years ago. Her father was verbally abusive and she thought she could make it alone. I saw a year after she disappeared. She was pregnant. I never saw her again. You are her daughter. The blood test proves it."

Bruce looked like he might be sick. But he didn't leave for another ten minutes while Raven sat silently and took it in.

When Bruce did leave Richard grabbed her hand. "I know that you didn't know. But did you want to?"

She looked at him. "Does it matter now? Now that I know?"

"Yes"

"Well, I guess I did. Now I can start putting it all back together."

"Hmmm?"

"Her life. If I understand what happened to her, I can understand what happened to me."

Richard smiled. It seemed like the last thing a person would do at this moment, but he did.

Later that night Richard returned to the room. He looked tired. He smiled at her anyway.

"Alfred told me to take you upstairs. This one might be needed later. Your new room will be right across the hall from mine." Richard whispered in Raven's ear.

Raven suddenly realized that she wasn't on the bed anymore, Richard was carrying her up the stairs.

"I can walk."

"And I can carry you."

She laughed. Almost immediately, Raven started recognizing things from her vision. An antique vase, the old walnut floors. The stairs creaked memorably as they move toward the third floor. Then she saw the chair rail. Her hand brushed it. She could feel its smooth wood under her fingers.

Richard set her on her feet. She wanted to shriek when she saw the door of the room from her vision. Across from it was Richard's room. He opened the door to her room, she almost choked from the dust it stirred.

"I guess no one's been here for a while. Alfred should clean this up before you move in. You'd never breathe right again if you spent the night in here."

"Should I go back downstairs then?"

"No, you can have my bed. I'll sleep on the floor." He looked at his watch. "Damn, we're late. Come here. Bruce got you some clothes."

Raven realized that she was still wearing the old gown she had woken up in. He pulled her into his room and handed her a bag from an expensive store she had never heard of. She started toward the open bathroom door but Richard stopped her.

"I think you'll need this too." He held out a Victoria's Secret bag and she took it. Her face got hot and she realized she was blushing profusely.

With both bags in her hands, she ran for the bathroom without looking back. Raven closed the door quickly. She opened the Victoria's Secret bag first. Four silky bras and an assortment of thongs fell into her hand. Amazingly,the bras fit perfectly. All of them were deep red covered in lace. The thongs took a little getting used to, but ended up being comfortable in the end.

Next came the clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a black V-neck shirt. Lace surrounded the neckline but she put it on anyway.

After getting dressed, Raven found a brush in a drawer under the sink. She pulled it through her hair which she realized Alfred must have washed when she had arrived.

Someone knocked on the door. "Raven, hurry up. We're going to be late for dinner."

Raven pulled the door open and found herself staring at Richard's chest. He handed her a pair of black flats which she hastily put on. She followed him swiftly down the stairs. After moving through three different rooms they finally entered the dining room. Bruce was sitting at the head of the table and one place on either side of him was set.

Richard pulled out her chair for her and waited until she was comfortable to walk around the table to the spot facing her. Despite his gentlemanly behavior, Richard was still a teenage boy and ate like, well, a teenage boy. But so did Raven. Bruce ignored them until they were finished.

"Raven, I guess you're part of the Wayne family now. Has Richard shown you your room yet?"

Raven nodded.

Richard spoke up.

"Bruce, the room needs to be cleaned. There's enough dust up there to choke a horse."

"Oh. Well, Raven could sleep on the couch."

"She could have my bed. I could sleep on the floor. Or my couch."

"Alright. Nothing funny though Dick."

"Of course not."

Raven followed Richard up the stairs. After she pulled on the pajama set she found in the bag she'd been given, she collapsed on Richard's soft bed.

Richard pulled the covers over her and watched her fall asleep. Her birthday was tomorrow.

'I should get her a present.'

A/N This chapter didn't take me as long as I thought it would. Now I'm bored. Anyway… You should review.