OY, I'M TIRED, WORK, SCHOOL, SCHOOL, WORK. IT'S A NEVER ENDING CYCLE. ANYWAY, ENJOY.

The next day, Garfield had woken up early, at six o'clock no less, to see what damage had taken place during the night. After he had scanned their room real quick to see the scattered books about the floor, he looked down to his gray companion, who was quietly sleeping on her side, facing him. The blankets covered her up, and he could only see her bare shoulders and arms. Her hair was frizzy and she had one lock of hair that was draped over her face. Occasionally she would let her mouth open, allowing a snore or two to escaped.

Garfield thought that maybe she was having a happy dream even though none of her powers were unleashed. Maybe she didn't have to worry about feeling too much to enjoy a dream. However, it was only a theory that Garfield had come up with, that she could escape her powers from such a scheme. He couldn't prove it true, but looking down at her, who looked peaceful, he thought it was so.

He got up and scanned the room even further. Their room was okay, except for the books that were scattered around the floor. He figured she could clean that up, since she liked to arrange the books in alphabetical order. He checked up on the rest of rooms.

Lydia's room was fine, Robin's old room was left untouched, and the main room's were cleared. Just as he was about to make himself some breakfast to congratulated himself on an excellent night, he discovered all the plates and mugs in the kitchen were broken, shattered into a million of pieces when he opened the kitchen cabinet drawers, spilling onto the countertops. He sighed.

"It never ends." He said to himself, before he grabbed the broom and dustpan and started cleaning up the giant mess in the kitchen. "Of course, I don't wish it to end."

He wanted to be a little irritated that he had to clean up such a mess, because it also required him to run to the store and get more supplies, but he was pleased with himself instead, thinking he must have done something amazing if she did indeed leave such a mess behind. She could control her powers better during the course of their meditation then years before, but if something would catch her by surprise in the moment, she would take it out on the Tower.

He was hoping that Robin would wake up soon to help him clean up the mess, as he was usually the first one up. But he wasn't this morning. Nor was Starfire. Odd. Oh, well, he had his own family to think about first, and getting all the sharp shards of ceramic off the counter, floor and out of the cabinets was his first priority.

He turned the television on to his early morning cartoons to listen as he cleaned up, as it took him around two hours to get everything at least looking like it was normal again. Well, normal minus the missing plates and mugs. For now, he made a quick errand to the nearest gas station to get paper cups and paper plates as he figured it would be a better shopping trip for Starfire to get them new ceramic plates and mugs.

"So, what happened to the plates again?" Cyborg asked Garfield when he was told of the situation two hours later after Garfield had woken up. Cyborg didn't even think the paper plates could hold the large amounts of fatty food he would cook and he wanted an explanation as to why he was reduced to such circumstances.

"They were leaning up against the cabinet and they all fell when I opened it." Garfield lied as he was trying to get some hours on the Gamestation before Lydia would wake up. Cyborg started the stove, letting it heat up before preparing breakfast for the entire team.

"Uh-huh." Cyborg said, doubtful of his story. "So, all of our plates broke because they were all leaning up against the door? Even our back-up ones in the back of the cabinet?"

"I…dropped those. I had slippery hands." He said.

"And our mugs?"

"Again, slippery hands."

"All of our mugs?"

"I don't think you understand the seriousness of my slippery hands. I have very poor motor skills."

"Beast Boy!"

"(Sigh) Do you really want the truth?" Garfield asked, pausing his game and looking over to him.

"If it requires you to lie this much, I don't think I want to know. I'll let you get in trouble with Robin on your own."

"I'm sure he won't want to know either." He said, still glancing at his half-robotic friend. "Speaking of which, have you seen him?"

"No, man. I think something is going on between him and Starfire. I heard them having a fight last night as I passed their room. You would think they would be more annoying than ever instead, because they have Bruce."

"I know, right? Starfire was a little out of it yesterday. It was a little uncomfortable because she didn't want to talk about it. She would try to pretend nothing was going on, but she hid it so badly." Garfield said.

"Well, you know Robin; he always wants to be in our business, but…."

"…..but he'll never let us get into his business. Right." Garfield finished for him. "Yeah, I know." He smiled, knowing that he wasn't the only one who felt this way, Cyborg smiled back.

"So…." Cyborg said, cracking a dozen eggs in a bowl, and slowly putting them on the hot pan. Garfield went back to his game. "How did the plates and mugs break again?" Garfield groaned.

"I thought you didn't want to know."

"Well, I lied…..and I don't think Robin would want to deal with you getting into trouble while he is fighting with Starfire. You better tell me." Cyborg said condescendingly.

"I better not."

"Why?"

"Because." He said, trying to pretend Cyborg was Lydia and he didn't want to talk about something in detailed.

"Because why? You might as well tell me. What do you have to hide? How did you break them?"

"I broke them." A familiar monotone voice spoke out. Cyborg swung his head to the entrance of the hallway. Garfield didn't even budge from his seat. He continued to play his game, smirking to himself. There stood the Supreme Empress of Garfield's kingdom or as she was better known to everyone else, Raven. She was dressed in her uniform, with her hood up, ready to take on the day. With meditation the first priority, of course.

"You broke them?" Cyborg asked, confused as to what she meant by that. "Okay. That I can understand. But why was BB covering for you?"She ignored his comment and walked to the kitchen to start brewing her tea. "Hellooooo, Earth to Raven?"

Again, she ignored his comment. As she was waiting for her tea, she walked over to Garfield and sat close to him. Before Cyborg was about to say anything else, looking for answers, Raven put down her hood. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, as she rested her head on one side of his shoulder. She put her feet up on the couch and allowed them to rest on the side. Garfield welcomed her shoulder and leaned closer to her.

Cyborg was observing them quietly, switching his attention from his eggs, back to them. He thought he was in the Twilight Zone or something. Garfield would at times display his affection for Raven in front of Cyborg, but Rae rarely ever did so herself. He would only see her smile. In fact the only time he probably ever saw her kiss Garfield was on their wedding day, and maybe once or twice during her pregnancy. But that was her hormones taking over, this just happened out of nowhere.

Rae knew what she was doing; of course she wouldn't normally show affection to Garfield in front of the other Titans, but Garfield had cleaned up many of her messes after a night with him one too many times and she wanted to repay him back. This was one way; to make Cyborg squirm.

When her tea was ready, she used her black energy to retrieve it and brought it over to her one free hand. She was watching Garfield play his little game, one of those shooting games where he was playing as a hero who had a bad past, and was trying to redeem himself by killing criminals. He liked her warm head resting on him, it gave him the confidence to play better and it made him want to do more challenging stunts to impress her.

"Uhhhhhhh…..Rae? Are you feeling alright?" Cyborg asked, wiping off the kitchen counter from the mess he was making, just as he was finished with the eggs. He made his way over to the kitchen grill to cook pancakes and bacon.

Raven looked over to him as if he had insulted her and said in her monotone, "The best." in her sarcastic manner. "Why?" She said, just as she was twirling a lock of Garfield's hair in her hand.

"You ain't this all touchy-feely normally. You're acting like…..you're acting like Robin and Starfire. Not really you." He said, flipping over about a dozen stacked of pancakes on the grill and waiting for the bacon to start popping with grease. "I mean, did you lose a bet where you had to put your arm around him in front of people, or act like a love sick child?"

Raven didn't even want to bother to try and argue with Cyborg about that. Cyborg was used to Robin and Starfire professing their love every goddamn day. They were all used to it. However, at the same time Cyborg appreciated that Rae and Garfield were able to keep their flirtations to themselves, well at least Rae was. And all Cyborg had to watch was Garfield trying to impress her, or both of them bickering back and forth, which was fun for Cyborg to watch off to the side.

However, if Raven could, she would be just as affectionate as Robin and Starfire. But she wasn't them. She was Raven. And even though she liked to consider her and Garfield's relationship a little more mature, since they were realistic in their expectations, at least most of the time, she sometimes wished she could have Starfire's spirit or Robin's romantic touch. But she didn't. And only on cue when her Lust was acting would she be able to do so. Garfield, on the other hand, had been a romantic player from the moment he was able to learn how to talk.

She kept her glare on Cyborg, annoyed that he wouldn't take the smallest hint that something did indeed happen last night, without actually telling him. If only she was the bragging type. Garfield was the bragging type, but he knew when to shut up. She was getting a little irritated, but turned her glance over to Garfield, which helped soften her mood.

"Where's Starfire or Robin?" She asked, looking at the little details he had on the side of his face. "You said something last night about them having problems?"

"Oh, yeah. I don't know what's going on. Cyborg said he heard them fighting last night. Starfire was really out of it yesterday. And Robin acted so annoyed and dazed out when he came home."

"Yes, I noticed that too. But…" She said still playing with his lock of hair. "I didn't wish to get into their affairs at that moment."

"What do you think it is?" He asked, hoping she had read their minds or did some other trick to know what they were fighting about, or even if they were fighting.

"Whatever it is, it is between them." She said, not taking her eyes off his. She tried to find the interesting patterns that his green iris would make. It wasn't just green, it had a tint of brown, yellow, and black colors in the center if one were to look close enough and it would fade out to the beautiful green color that was visible for the rest of the world. He paused his game.

"You're in a good mood this morning." He said, looking into her violet eyes. He sometimes debated if it was violet or if it was lavender. He couldn't tell the difference between the two colors. In the right light, it looked like a deep dark blue color.

"I had a good night." She said in her soft tone, trying to hide her smile.

"Oh, I know." He said, looking over back to the kitchen to nod over to the mess he had to clean up that morning.

"It was an accident." She said, knowing very well that she had caused the destruction that she had heard Cyborg and Garfield arguing as she walked into the room. Her cheeks colored a bit. "Well, Starfire can get new plates. It will give her something to do, to get her mind off of Robin."

"Seriously, what is wrong with you guys? Did you like switch bodies with Robin and Starfire?" Cyborg shouted from the kitchen. They ignored his question.

"So, you're very relaxed today, are you?" He asked, eyeing her hand wrapped around his shoulder. "I mean you're being all 'cutesy' in front of company."

"Well, yes. But I wanted to get Cyborg off your case. You shouldn't always have to make excuses on my behalf. I can take care of myself."

"I know," He said, lifting her chin up with one of his hands. "But I am trying to uphold your honor."

"My honor?" She said in her familiar tone, pushing his hand off her chin. "What, do we live in the seventeenth century? Are you going to duel one of the boys if they look at me the wrong way?"

"You know what I mean. Don't make me explain it." He said, still looking into her eyes.

"I know. You like being romantic. Sometimes it gets on my nerves. Only sometimes." She said giving him a quick smile before allowing it to disappear into her usual neutral expression.

"Is Cyborg looking at us?" He said, tracing his fingers along the outline of her hairline.

"No." She said, knowing what his intentions were. She pulled another locket of his hair back, as he was getting comfortable in her arms. Cyborg turned his gazed back over to them, wondering what exactly they were talking about. He almost thought that she possibly could be pregnant again, and the two were keeping it a secret for the moment. How Raven would have laughed if she heard him thinking that. "He's looking." She said, noticing Cyborg's glare.

Garfield leaned his head into the space between them, but it was Raven who moved slightly to touch her lips with his own. It wasn't the most passionate kiss anyone had ever seen, it wasn't even the greatest kiss he would give her that day, but it was enough to make Cyborg jumped in his place. After a good five seconds, they broke off, and Cyborg's spatula melted in his hands.

"Hey!" He shouted out to them. He smeared the damaged utensil off his hand with his towel. Garfield was content with himself, and went back to his game, while Raven gave Cyborg a sore glare. "Okay, now seriously!"

"As I said, I broke the plates and mugs. And I am feeling quite fine, thank you. I did not lose any bets as you have suggested." She said, as she once again stroked Garfield's hair. Cyborg was starting to get somewhat of an idea as to why Garfield wanted to keep the broken kitchen ware a secret. "I just had a really good night with my husband. That is all. And if you speak further on the subject, I will melt more than your spatula."

Cyborg moved his eyes away from them, and proceeded to spend the rest of the time working on breakfast. He didn't know what scared him more, Raven's warning or them kissing without cause? He didn't know what the lesser evil of the two were, as they both seemed to give him the shivers the more he thought about it.

Raven went back to watching Garfield play his game, and proceeded to remain by his side the rest of the morning, before Lydia would wake up. An hour later, just as all the food Cyborg had prepared was done, Starfire walked into the room, with Bruce glued to her arms. Robin came walking in thirty minutes later.

Neither of them talked to each other in loving respects, only existing with each other through mutual dialogue about Bruce's eating and sleeping habits, before Robin joined Cyborg in his discussions about the latest music, and Starfire went to watch Garfield play his game.

Nobody acknowledged the tension between them.

"Friend Raven, why are you embraced deeply into friend Beast Boy's arms? Are you cold?" Starfire asked as she just noticed the empathy lounging onto her green companion. Starfire wasn't used to seeing her strange friend expressing her affection as so without cause. She would have thought nothing of it if Raven wasn't the one, but it was Raven.

"Cyborg, what happened to all our plates?" Robin asked in the background, opening and closing the cabinet doors. "For that matter, what happen to our cups?"

Cyborg looked at the back of Raven's head, and she could feel his stare. She turned around and gave him a cold glare. Cyborg looked away and pretended to play with his breakfast.

"Uh…I was trying to balance them all with my hands, because I was running behind with breakfast. I also thought I could do it. But I tripped. BB helped me clean it up, and then he went to grab paper plates and cups for today at least." He responded. Raven turned her attention to Starfire.

"Yes, Starfire, I am cold. Garfield has a high body temperature." Raven said in her monotone voice, her eyes unshaken by her blatant lie. Well, it wasn't totally blatant; Garfield was warm to her. She just had to hope that Robin believed Cyborg's story and wouldn't resort to looking at the security tapes.

It was twenty minutes later before Lydia strolled into the living room with her yellow footed pajamas, equipped with her blanket and ratty hair. Garfield was forced to stop his game at the moment to assist Lydia getting dressed, and Rae was only sorry that he had to get up and walk away in order to do so, leaving her to sit alone on the couch. She was calm enough, but she returned to her normal self by the afternoon, at least in public.

It was a week later, when the Logan's were getting ready for bed. Lydia was in her multi-color room, with Garfield reading to her as she tried to fall asleep.

Lydia was getting older and therefore getting somewhat wiser about her powers each day. It only seemed appropriate to tell Lydia what exactly she was capable of, the whole story and not just the sugar coating versions she was used to hearing. She only knew how to use her telepathy and a little of her telekinesis, but nothing more. She was told in time she could do more, with a little studying that is. Since she only knew a fraction of her powers, she tried to master the few abilities she had. And she was getting better at it.

"… 'And Dorothy of Kansas kicked the Good Witch of the North in her legs because the Good Witch had en-en…..en-dan-ger-ed, endangered Dorothy by putting on the red shoes that was ripped from the cold, dead feet of the Wicked Witch of the East.'" He read to her. "And the Wicked Witch of the West had joined her in the kicking fest...'…wow Rae. Went a little overboard when you said you were rewriting the ending." He said to himself as he flipped through the pages to see what other creative output his gray companion had made to a classic book. Not that he had ever read the original story in the first place, but still. "Hold on, Lydia, I'm trying to skip some of the stuff you're Mama wrote, as she went too much into detail on how they punished the 'Good' Witch."

She allowed him to skip through the pages, as he was trying to find a section that got back into the story, instead resorting to a very detailed description of what the Good Witch had done wrong and why. Raven had turned a simple classic story into a complex philosophical lesson.

Geeze, Rae…..making me look like an idiot in front of my own daughter. Why does Raven do this to me? Oh, typical Mrs. Logan, turning anything simple into something complicated. He thought.

"Daddy, why are you mad at Mama?" She suddenly asked. Garfield looked up to her.

"Hmm….I'm not mad at Mama." He said, a bit confused to her sudden question. "What makes you say that?"

"Well, you were thinking 'why does Raven do this to me' and some 'oh, typical Mrs. Logan.' Are you not mad at Mama then? You were only thinking about it?" She asked. Garfield put down the book and turned his attention to his daughter.

"Lydia," He said, trying to find the right tone. She looked down.

"You're getting angry."

"No, Lydia, stop reading my mind." He said. "Look at me." She looked up. "Okay. Now, let me first start off by saying how proud I am with you, and with how much you have accomplished. I am so proud of you."

"But…..?"

"But," He said, before he sighed. "But how many times have we told you not to read other people's mind?"

"Many." She said sadly.

"Well, at least five times. But one more wouldn't hurt." He said, trying to soften his tone as he was afraid that she had inherited Raven's self-guilt side. "It is private what others think. And sometimes it is not how they really feel about something. It's thoughts. Thoughts come and go, and sometimes people think of the most stupid things in the world. But they never say them out loud, because they are only thinking. Thinking is a process; it is not always finalized on how they feel. But sometimes thoughts are private because they really are the true feelings of people, and people want those thoughts to be private. Thoughts are a personal diary for people. And unless someone gives you permission to read their minds, you shouldn't do it sneaking around. Do you understand?"

"But it's the only thing I know how to do." She said defensively.

"You will learn more as time passes. Remember that. Now, I don't want you to do it again unless we say it is okay. Okay? Lydia?" He said with a stern tone. She looked into his eyes.

"Okay." She said.

"Good girl. And you just don't only have your telepath; you can also make things levitate." He said.

"But Mama says only small objects. That gets boring."

"Well, let me finish this story and we can talk about some things you can do with your powers." He said.

"Okay."

"Okay, now, '…For the fact that not only had the so-called Good Witch had planned the ul-ti-mate, ultimate takeover of Oz by getting rid of the Wizard, but she was going to kill the so-called Wicked…..'…(Sigh), let me skip a few more pages. I think the story is almost over. Your Mama tends to ramble on." He said, flipping through a couple of more pages with Rae's edited version of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. They were only on page forty-two of a two-hundred page book. Garfield knew he was going to skip about hundred pages of Raven's long-winded speech. At the end, it turned out, Dorothy escaped the crowd and fell in love with the Scarecrow that she had found while bury the body of the Good Witch in his crop. A well deserve ending.

Even though Lydia was well intent on doing everything her father and mother told her to do, but she had inherited Garfield's sense of curiosity.

A few weeks after Garfield had read Raven's version of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz along with a stern talk to Lydia, the whole household had gathered around for dinner. Some of the tension between Robin and Starfire had seemed to wear off, but it was still clear to the other three that they had some issues going on. Nevertheless, it would not interrupt the gang from doing their normal routines, like eating dinner together at least once a week.

As the Titans had grown older, so had their interest, and sometimes the Titans would come to understand why Raven wanted to be left alone sometimes; it sure did get annoying to be around the same people twenty-four seven. However, they decided to try to eat all together at least once a week; this rule was exempt during Raven's pregnancy due to the overwhelming tension.

Cyborg had made a wonderful tri-tip steak, with hand-made mash potatoes, barbeque corn, a crater of gravy, steamed carrots and broccoli, penne pasta for Garfield with rice and a side of tofu, and the ever present steak sauce. If the others were smart enough, they knew not to put on giant globs of steak sauce on the tri-tip, as Cyborg would make a note of it and put extra seasoning on the already over-seasoned steak next time. He only put it on the table in the first place just for Lydia, in case she couldn't enjoy the over-seasoned taste of steak, but his steak should be good enough on its own merits for the others. Starfire had put down Bruce for a nap in the living room.

"….I don't get why they cancelled that show. It was so good." Garfield said to the other's, talking about some action television series that the other boys had watched with him. "What am I going to watch now?"

"Well, they always have something on the old tube. Maybe they'll get another show just like it." Robin had contributed.

"No, they won't! Companies always screw up a good thing." Cyborg said, opposing Robin's optimistic view. "They think they're not making money during its run, so they pull the plug. Or they're afraid it will lose its momentum fan base, and pull the plug too soon to make it seem better than it actually was."

"Can we talk about something else?" Raven chimed in, getting tired of hearing the same conversation for the past month. "I thought you guys had gotten over it. At least I am."

"Oh, well then, let's talk about books, because I know we will all be interested in that." Cyborg said sarcastically. "Hasn't Stephenie Meyer released something recently?" Raven gave him a cold stare, as the mere mention of an author that was not seen favorable by Raven drove her mad. She dipped the steak piece she had just cut heavily into the steak sauce to irritate him.

"So…..how is Bruce doing?" Garfield asked, trying to change the subject. Starfire was too busy eating her meal and was no longer listening to her friends. "Starfire?"

"Huh? Oh." She said, noticing Garfield's eyes on her. He immediately regretted his decision, thinking it was a poorly picked subject that would bring up nothing, but trouble since it was obvious to the other's something was going on between her and Robin. "Oh!" She said, putting on her cheerful tone. "Bruce is doing very well! He is a glorious baby! I could not have asked for anything greater."

Robin's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be more pleasant than before; maybe it wasn't such a poorly picked topic after all. He quietly ate his dinner while happily listening to Starfire's praise on the joys of motherhood. Even the unexpected mishaps she had encountered were still 'glorious' in her eyes.

Lydia had been listening to all this chatter while she was trying to steal the best parts of the tri-tips before her mother would notice, as she wasn't going to eat anything else on her plate. She even tried to put food back quietly with her telekinesis, but Raven kept looking back at her whenever she would try to attempt it. Raven was now distracted by Starfire speaking, but instead of trying to levitate her food back, Lydia also became interested in Starfire's stories. Starfire always did hype up stories to make them sound more exciting than they really were.

While she was listening to Starfire, Lydia swore she could hear Robin talk as well. But when she looked at him, his lips were sealed. She had heard all of his thoughts before, as well as Starfire's, and the fighting that had been going on between the two. She thought it was pretty silly what they were fighting about and it didn't make any sense to her. She kept hearing the other's say, not in her mind, but out loud in real life, that they wished the fighting would stop. Well, she could hear her father say it a couple of times as well as Cyborg, but her mother did not wish to speak about the topic at all.

Lydia had promised her father that she wouldn't read other people's minds anymore without their permission. But she had heard Robin thought's on his fight with his wife before she was warned, and she couldn't help, but continue to listen to them. She stopped listening to everyone's, but Robin's.

"Lydia, eat your corn." Raven said to her, breaking her concentration on Robin.

"But Mama!" She complained.

"No. I don't want to hear any complaining. You need the protein, so I can excuse you from only eating the meat…"

"—I can't, you know.—" Garfield said under his breath, but still loud enough for Raven to hear. He ate a piece of tofu.

"…..But," She said, looking back to Lydia. "You need to eat something else. Corn is at least a vegetable. Or you can eat the mash potatoes. But you need to eat something else."

"Why?" Lydia asked, testing her mother's patience.

"Because you need a good diet." She said.

"Why?"

"To grow up with strong muscles."

"Why?"

"So, you can defeat bad guys in case they rob you."

"Why?"

"Lydia!" Raven said in a higher tone. "Just eat one bite of something else."

"Why?" She was testing Raven's patience alright. Raven needed to try a different approach.

"Lydia, we all do things in life that we don't want to do, but have too anyway because it is good for us or others. It's called taking responsibility. Everybody here has their share of responsibilities, but they all have to do it, whether they like it or not." Raven said, returning her attention back to her own meal.

"Uncle Robin doesn't." Lydia carelessly said. Before she had a moment to retract what she just had said, Raven gave her a grave look.

"What?" She asked. Lydia wasn't going to say anymore, but since Raven had asked her, she felt her questions might be answered about Robin and Starfire if she made her knowledge about the fight known to her mother. She figured her mother must have had some idea of what's going on, since Raven was a telepath too, and she probably had a solution to their problem before Robin and Starfire would ever realized it.

"Uncle Robin says that he does not want to raise Bruce the way Aunt Starfire wants too and so he hasn't helped out much."

Lydia had thought she had said that very quietly to her mother, but both Starfire and Robin dropped their forks and starred at her. Cyborg and Garfield didn't quite hear what was going on and just looked at Lydia, confused, as Robin and Starfire had stopped talking. Lydia looked up fearfully at all the adults staring at her, as the room suddenly became quiet. Raven noticed the sudden attention she was getting.

"When did Robin say this?" Raven asked, ignoring the stares.

"Well, he didn't…."

"He didn't say it, did he? You had read his mind, didn't you?" Raven asked sternly. "Well?" Lydia nodded and looked down. Starfire excused herself and went to check up on Bruce in the living room, trying to get away. Robin excused himself as well and went down into the hallway.

"I'll go talk to Robin." Cyborg said, getting up and following the caped hero.

"I'll go talk to Starfire." Raven told Garfield, about to get up from the table.

"No. I'll go talk to her." He said, getting up faster.

"What do you mean you will? I'm closer to her then you—"

"—Well, yes. You could argue that, but you need to have a talk with Lydia. I can't."

"Why me? I thought you wanted me to take it easy on her and not be the strict one? That's why you have been giving out the punishments instead of me for the past months." She said, asking him why he was putting her in a position that he usually opposed her being in. Garfield took Raven to the side, out of ear shot of Lydia.

"I had a talk with her. Obviously, she didn't listen. Now I could try to explain to her how her powers work, but that's the thing, I really don't know how they work. I know your powers, but that's a different story, you were already trained when you went out with me." He said.

"Well, not trained in everything." She said as she blushed, looking off to the side.

"Well, you have been through this kind of stuff before and so would know, since the Monks discipline you with every power that you had. I can't train someone I don't know how to train. You understand my powers, don't you?" She nodded, starting to get an idea of what he was saying, even though he wasn't communicating it in simpler terms. "But if Robin asked you why I have a harder time controlling my sea animals than I can with my land animals, you wouldn't know how to explain it, would you?" She shook her head. "She needs to be told the serious consequences of her powers by someone who knows what it is like to have her powers."

"You're right." She said, sighing heavily. She was forced to play bad cop once again, if only to help control an uncontrollable force.

The damage was already done and she was just cleaning up after it. She turned around and looked at the somber Lydia sitting in her chair. Raven sat down next to her and made her look up.

I'LL TRY MY BEST POSTING WITHIN THE TWO WEEK TIME FRAME. I'M KIND OF ANXIOUS ABOUT HARRY POTTER, SO I'LL BE A LITTLE FLUSTERED WITH ALL THE OVERWHELMING FEELINGS OF SAYING GOODBYE TO THE FRANCHISE. SO I DON'T WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN BETWEEN JULY 16TH AND BEYOND THOSE DATES. JUST WARNING YOU NOW. IT MIGHT BE A BIT OF A WAIT AFTER CHAPTER 22 BECAUSE OF HARRY POTTER. IT'S NOT THAT I'M OVERREACTING TO IT, IT'S JUST FOR ME IT SYMBOLIZED THE ENDING OF MY CHILDHOOD, MY BIGGEST FEAR IN THE WORLD.