Hey everyone! Here's Chapter 12! Hope you enjoy!

I think I mentioned it with Childlike, but I don't believe I've mentioned it in Regress yet. If you are triggered by themes such as self-harm, suicide, etc...please use caution if you choose to read. I don't want to trigger or persuade people into these habits. This is a Trigger Warning for those topics and related topics.

Bbrae-4ever fanfics: I wouldn't say that it's stupid to self-harm, but misleading instead. True, they think it helps even though it doesn't, but still. That, in my opinion, is more of a misunderstanding or a misleading notion rather than foolishness. It definitely has the potential to be addicting, but it doesn't always lead to death. Although self-harmers have statistically higher rates of suicide and suicide attempts, self-harm in and of itself is not an attempt to kill oneself. But I agree wholeheartedly that self-harm is not a safe or healthy way to deal with problems. Although relying on friends and loved ones is not a cure-all for depression or self-harm, it's definitely a good support system. I'm glad that you're enjoying the story, and I hope you continue to enjoy it! :)

xXBlackBloodAngelXx: Thank you so much! And I'm glad that the angst and overall emotion has come through well; I find it difficult to express emotions, especially more complex ones such as pain. And I'm glad the self-harm scene was conveyed well; those kind of scenes are very difficult to write, and it's very difficult to convey the true pain of the situation. I'm glad you enjoyed it and I hope you continue to enjoy the story :)

PRGPersona: Yes, he's unfortunately in a pretty bad state. I think it'd be hard for his friends to know what to do in said situation; it can be hard to know if you should give them space or not. And yeah, he doesn't remember, but the other Titans very well do. And that's definitely something that they associate, but still don't know how to deal with it. That will be explained more in upcoming chapters though :)

Please keep reading and reviewing; I really appreciate it! :)


All of the Titans, with the exception of one, had had the most restful night last night than they had had since the beginning of the mission. It still hadn't been the best night ever though; they were still shaken up over the incidents of the mission, and they were concerned about their friend's odd behavior. They understood that he must be taking the death very hard; even though it wasn't Beast Boy's fault, he had still, in a way, caused a man's death. That man was by no means innocent and probably deserved the death he received, but they knew it would still weigh heavily on the green shapeshifter's conscience.

The four Titans gathered in the Main-Ops room to get breakfast and to get resettled into their normal, daily routines. All had been going normal that morning despite recent events. Raven and Robin were, of course, the first ones up at the crack of dawn, and they were soon followed by Cyborg and Starfire. Breakfast and herbal teas were consumed and the four teens went about their individual activities. By early afternoon though, they knew all was not normal.

"Friends, have any of you seen Beast Boy today?" Starfire asked, noticing the absence of her friend's laughter that she had come to know quite well. The teens exchanged glances with one another.

Beast Boy was always up by this time. He hadn't even come down for breakfast, let alone his bacon vs. tofu debates with Cyborg. The teens took notice of this.

"No, haven't seen him since we got home yesterday," Cyborg responded, then glanced at Raven.

"I have not seen him either," the empath said, setting her herbal tea down on the table before standing up. "I'll go check on him." She then left the Main-Ops room in search for her boyfriend.

She soon arrived at his door and knocked softly. She had heard some rustling of some sorts, but it stopped as soon as she knocked. Getting otherwise no response, she knocked again, this time louder.

"Beast Boy? It's me. Can I come in?" she asked through the door. There was a brief silence before she heard his response.

"Just a second, Rae," he called back, his voice seeming off. She heard more rustling, as if something was being rearranged.

Within a few seconds, the door opened, revealing a disheveled looking Beast Boy.

"Hey," he said, stepping to the side to allow her in.

Raven walked in slowly. She knew something was up with him; something just felt wrong. She heard the door close behind her as she made her way to his bed, taking a seat on the bottom bunk. She turned and looked at him. He was still standing at the doorway, and he looked like he was spacing out. His green hair was messy and unkempt, and he had indented lines covering his face, suggesting he had just recently gotten up from bed. He looked tired in everything he did. His voice, his movement, his expression. She knew that he hadn't had a good night.

"Beast Boy," she said, retrieving him back from daydreaming, "come take a seat." She patted the space on the bed next to her. Slowly, he made his way over to her.

She knew there was something off about him. This was so unlike him, and it concerned her greatly.

"How did you sleep last night?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Fine," he lied. He was staring into space towards his desk rather than making eye contact with her. She lightly grabbed him by the chin and turned his head so that he was facing her.

"Doesn't seem like it was fine. You look tired," she countered. He looked defeated, caught in a lie. "You're usually up and out by now. Is something up?" She knew it was a stupid question. Of course something was up with him, and she knew it revolved around the whole Register incident. But she still needed to ask.

"I'm just…tired," Beast Boy started, "It's hard to sleep."

Now she was getting somewhere, or at least she hoped she was.

"Does this have anything to do with what happened on the mission?" she asked.

He visually tensed up at the mention of the mission. She knew that she needed to tread these waters lightly. That mission was ridiculously hard on him, and the whole team knew that.

Beast Boy took a moment to gather his thoughts before he responded. Slowly, he began to nod.

"I still can't believe that…that…happened," he said, trailing off. His voice was quiet and weak, very unlike his usual chipper attitude. "It doesn't feel real, but I know that it is."

Raven set a hand on his back.

"You know it's okay, right? It's not your fault. None of us are upset with you, not even Robin," she tried to reassure him.

He returned his glance to the desk, effectively avoiding her gaze.

"It's not okay, Rae," he said, his voice even softer than before, "None of this is okay."

She rubbed his back to try to comfort him even though she knew it would do little good in cleansing his conscience.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

He shook his head almost immediately.

"No…no…," he said, trailing off, "at least not now."

As an empath, Raven could feel a deep pain resonating from within the boy. She could feel his extreme guilt and all the bottled up hurt. She felt something else as well, something equally if not more painful, but she couldn't place what it was. It felt familiar.

"Okay. Whenever you do want to talk about it, just let me know, alright? I'm here for you. All of us are," she responded, pulling him in for a hug. They sat there silently for a few moments in their embrace, taking in each other's body heat and affection.

"Thanks, Rae," he said, still embracing her, "I'll, um, be down in a moment. I just got to do a few things."

"Alright," she said, pulling from the hug. They both stood up and walked towards the door. Before Raven left, she turned to him. "I almost forgot," she said, pulling two items out of her cloak and handing them to him. "I thought you may want these." She then turned and left the room, Beast Boy watching as she left before silently closing the door.

Beast Boy looked at the two items in his hands. One was the medical journal that Cyborg had found back in Register's lab. It had his father's journalings written throughout it, both about medical matters and personal matters. The other was an old, small photo of Beast Boy and his parents. He was very young in the photo, not even green yet. He was standing, or rather swinging, between his parents, dangling from their arms. They all looked so happy, so unaware of what was about to happen to them.

He set the photo on the nightstand next to his bed. Although he didn't have a frame yet, he intended to get one for the photo. He also intended to read through the journal as thoroughly as possible. He set it down on the nightstand as well.

As he had told Raven, he would be down in a moment. Despite not having had eaten in close to 24 hours, he was only feeling somewhat hungry, but it was enough encouragement to get him out of his dark, messy room. But first, he headed towards his desk, knowing that something had to be done before he could leave.