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If you ever get the time I implore you deeply to read "The Raven" By my favorite author Mr. Edgar Allen Poe, truly amazing for a Poe poem.

School's being bitchy again (Wed. Night I was there until 5:00) So my updates will be slacking horribly. But think of all the updates for Christmas break!!! Acutually, I don't deserve presents I'm being extremely naughty for writing this when I have to write up my Math Project. But I seriously owed you guys uber much!

Don't own anything. Especially not "The Raven" by(my favorite author) Edgar Allen Poe published in 1845.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

3 nights. I've been up for three damned nights looking for her. Nothing.Not a fucking trace! I sat there in my room looking over anything and everything we had in our files about the Joker. Books spread out everywhere. My eyes are tired from reading ans my mind is exausted from all the knowledge I've put into my head.

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

I woke with a start to the sound of a light knocking. Almost unaudible.How the hell did I doze off in the first place! I have to find her and I'm sleeping on the job!I rub my tired eyes and speak to myself lightly. "Who the hell is knocking at my door at fucking three in the morning! I mean that's all it is...right?" Why am I having such a hard time convincing myself that one of the Titans or Bruce or Alfred is at the door?

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'

"December."I sighed glancing at th calendar. "Soon it will be our anarversary of the day we got together. I remember everything so clearly. Right when we got back from Tokyo we sat in front of the fireplace watching as the embers started to dust themselves all over the floor of my room. I asked her, while holding her hand. If she wanted to be my girlfriend officialy and she screamed happily and jumped into my embrace kissing me all the way to Philadelphia.

Wait...

Why the hell am I thinking about that??

Books. I need to keep reading. I need to find her. Or am I just trying to rid myself of the agony tearing my soul to shreds? God, why can't the sun come up! When the sun comes up I can search for her! I can hold her in my arms again! Damn it all! Kori come back!

The purple curtains rustled softly, unceartainly, and filled me with a sensation I've felt only once. Ice. Cold. Fear. My heart began to race and my palms became sweaty as I mumbled quietly to myself that it was just another Titan and nothing else. Why I am becoming such a lunatic about all this anyway?

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -

This it is, and nothing more,'

After about a minute of convincing myself I had gathered up enough courage to speak to whoever woke me up.

"Raven? Cy? B.B? Sorry guys, I dozed off and you guys knocked so lightly, I wasn't sure I heard you." I walk slowly towards the door and hesitantly, worriedly, though I have nothing to fear in the first place.

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

Sir,' said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you'

I typed in the code and the door opened with a swoosh.

- here I opened wide the door; -

"Well Fuck."

Darkness there, and nothing more.

I stood there in shock. Nothing. I stood there for a while just staring into the abyss of the darkness, fearing thinking things that a human wouldn't think of in they're most crazed dreams. I stood and stared for longer than I should have. And I muttered one word.

"Starfire?" I called into the shadows. The only response was my echo bouncing back and forth off the walls.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before

But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, Lenore!'

Merely this and nothing more.

Defeated, I turned back into my room, the door closing behind me, outraged with myself.

"I'm obviously thinking to hard." I muttered to myself, rubbing the throbbing veins in my temples. "I need to sleep." I begin to wander over to my bed when a knock, much, MUCH louder than the one prior is heard.

"Who the fuck would be at my window?" I whispered. I pondered, my fears once more taking over my thoughts. "It's probably the wind and nothing else. I mean who would have the gall to climb up the tower anyways?"

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

Surely,' said I, surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -

'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

In my curiousity, I opened my window, but no wind burst in as I had hoped. In came Raven, my 'sister' from the underworld. But...

"Why the hell did you come through my window Rachel?" But she gave me no reply. Not a second did she rest, constantly moving about my room, her cloak trailing behind her swiftly. She finally sat on top of a bust of Pallas, otherwise known as Athena, the Greek godess of wisdom. She sat and watched me through the shadow of her hood.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Suddenly, I had a great feeling of gratitiude for my friend entering my room. My frown began to turn upward as my amethyst eyed sister just stared at me.

"Rachel! Any news? Please...Anything? You're sent from the underworld! You are meant to give me a message! What is your real name? Tell me! please!"

She uttered one word as her eyes became wide beneath her cloak. "No." She murmured as she put a hand to cover her mouth in shock.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the raven, Nevermore.'

I grew uncontainably happy at the one syllable word she gave me. though, it was no help to much It made me glad to have company in this lonely room. Honestly, who can say a Raven stat upon my statue of Pallas. If you ask me this is very Edgar Allen Poe-esque.

"Nightwing, what happened? Why are you acting like this?" She jumps down from the bust and shakes my shoulders violently.

"Get. A. Grip." But my mind was else where. I felt completely numb on the inside. I felt as if I were outside of myself. Like I was watching Raven shake my shell of a body from the ceiling.

"Raven, you'll be gone by morning. Other friends have flown before. On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have before." I said, with an empty expression.

Quoth Raven "Nevermore" She moved her hands to my forehead closed her eyes and chanted softly. When she opened them, they were an astonishing white, like the snow in the winter. She broke down the barriers in my mind.

"Dick, don't shut me out, this is hard enough." She strained into my mind. I kept my barriers up despite her words. I just couldn't shut them down.

"Dick, please! You're having a meltdown, you have to let me in. If you don't you could commit suicide. Your in depression. Please let me help!" She spoke sternly into my mind. I kept my mental barriers up. Putting more up every time she got passed one. She then said something that made me falter completely.

"Starfire wouldn't want this." She stated simply.

I broke down.

I lay there for God knows how long. I was shaking violently, sobs escaping my lips as the tears ran down my face hitting my gloved hands before rolling onto the carpeted floor. Raven took the time to explore my mind and try to rid my emotional pain. It wasn't working. She aruptly stopped with a gasp and slapped me across the face.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" I shouted sounding a bit more like Richard Grayson, then this sad sap I'd become.

"Let me see your hands." She stated coldly. I kept them at my sides.

"Richard Grayson, Give me your gaddamned hands. NOW!" She made a couple books fly off the shelves and I regretably gave her them. She pulled the gloves off and turned them palm up. She slapped me across the face again.

There, on both my wrists were horizontal slashes, freshly healed.

"Why...?" She whispered to me, her voice now concerned. "Why didn't you tell one of us! We could've helped you. Dick, why? We're you friends, you need help, we're there, you need comfort, we're there. Why can't you fucking see that?!" Another slap across the face.

"I just want my Kori back Rachel...That's all I want..." I looked at the ground in shame.

"Well, this isn't going to help you any! I promise you we WILL find Star! You're not the only one who misses her you know?!" More books fly off my shelves. She gets up and walks towards my door opening for enough light to come in and her shadow to be casted on me.

"If you want to save her Dick...This sure as hell isn't the right way. Get your act together. Then we'll talk"

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor.

Shall be lifted-

Nevermore!

THE MINI ADVENTURES OF NIGHTWING

when we last left our hero he was going "Fucking insane" from events...

Adam West: (Gets off ride) Well, my young ward that was some ride! I was shocked to see how fast the batmobile went...Robin? Robin?! ROBIN!!!!?!!

Nightwing: Thank God! I'm finally away from that lunatic! Now onto the Christmas presents...

Titans Tower- a couple hours and crazy store people later

N.W: Here you go guys! Hands out presents

Starfire: Thank you Nightwing but...

N.W: But what?

Star: I am fairly sure I do not know what THIS is.. Holds up Langire

Beast Boy: WooHOOO!!! KinkY!!!!!

N.W: Well...um...its...uh...you see its kinda...

Star: Kind of??

N.W: Shit...I knew I should of stuck with jewelry...

Will our hero ever get out of this horrible predicament. Was jewelry really better? Will Star ever know what Langire is?? And WHAT ABOUT ADAM WEST????

Find out next time...

Sorry for my lack of updates again! I'm sorry for my Poe obsession too. If you didn't like this chapter, I'm sorrY! I wanted Nightwing to go clinicly insane from the sudden loss of Star and the Baby.

Happy Holidays! Peace and Love to All!!!!!

Love ya,

SuperJGirl5