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"Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity."

Lucius Annaeus Seneca

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Nice to see you again too, Rae," Garfield sent her his signature, idiotic grin as he plopped down beside her at the bar in Dick's oh-so luxurious penthouse.

Raven suppressed the urge to scream in frustration. She massaged the middle of her temple (like she usually did during or after an encounter with him) and huffed, "First of all, it's Ra-ven," she started. "Second of all, what the hell are you doing here?"

Garfield let out an aggravating snicker that resounded inside her head. "What do you think I'm doing here? I'm clearly sitting at a bar trying to pick up some ladies," he stated as if it were obvious.

"As in why are you at this party in the first place," she gritted her teeth. She didn't have the patience to deal with him at the moment.

"I was invited! Duh! How else would I have gotten here?" Garfield shrugged his shoulders.

"Who the fuck invited you?"

"Gee, Rae, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me," he wiggled his eyebrows before leaning in to whisper in her ear, "Two can play at that game."

"Stop," she demanded, her hand pressing against his chest and pushing him back in his seat.

"Stop what?" Garfield tilted his head and watched her with curious, puppy-like eyes. If he wasn't so darn cute, she'd-

"Stop doing whatever the hell you're doing!" she exclaimed.

"Uh…" Garfield furrowed his eyebrows. "Talking?"

"No!" her eyes widened at her implication. "I mean, yes! Just leave me alone!" she groaned and placed her hands over her face to avoid eye contact. She was so not dealing with him today. She'd had a horrible day already, and she didn't need to add one more headache into her plate.

"You know, we must be meant to be. Three meetings already? The first one might've been luck, but I call this one destiny," he teased, bluntly ignoring her pleads and continuing to flirt with her.

"This is the opposite of luck," she grumbled as she waved over the bartender and asked for her second dry martini that hour. Perhaps she was already a bit tipsy, and you'd think she'd learned her lesson by now (considering he was sitting right next to her), but she really didn't care how drunk she got, she just didn't want to think at the moment.

"Want to hear a joke?" he abruptly asked.

"God, please no."

But alas, he continued without her compliance, "So a guy walks into a bar-"

"What did I do to deserve this?" she muttered under her breath as she took a sip of her martini.

"-and asks for 10 shots of the establishment's finest single malt scotch. The bartender sets him up, and the guy takes the first shot in the row and pours it on the floor. He then takes-"

She frowned when the inevitable thumping commenced inside her head.

"-the last shot in the row and does the same. The bartender asks, "Why did you do that?" And the guy replies, "Well the first shot always tastes like crap, and the last one always makes me sick!" he patted his knee and clutched his stomach as he burst into laughter.

Raven seemingly glared at the rack of wine bottles behind the bar. She continued to drink her martini while Garfield recuperated from his laughter attack.

"Aw come on! You can't tell me that wasn't good!" he whined like a little kid.

"It wasn't good," Raven deadpanned as she took a sip.

"Gee, tough audience," Garfield took a sip of his own beer bottle, which she had just noticed he had. Was she really that drunk already? And despite the realization, she couldn't bring herself to care. The only reason she was even at the party was because both Kory and Karen had insisted that she should go since it'd be fun. So far, this wasn't her definition of fun. She had to learn to stop listening to their suggestions, but admittedly, besides the fact that she was there to celebrate Dick and Kory's overdue engagement, she'd shown up to avoid moping around in her apartment and thinking about him. She clutched her glass tightly and grimaced as he invaded her thoughts yet again. She took another drink, hoping the buzz inside her head would soon blur out her memory.

"Oh! I got a better one!" Garfield started again, the thumping inside her head gaining speed and pressure. Could he just shut the fuck up?

"A gorilla walks into a bar and says, "A scotch on the rocks, please." The gorilla hands the-"

"Please stop…" she murmured, but he either didn't hear or he blatantly ignored her.

"-bartender a $10 bill. The bartender thinks to himself, "This gorilla doesn't know the prices of drinks," and gives him-"

His voice echoed inside her mind at a resounding volume, and she resisted the need to cover her ears in hopes that everything would go quiet, "Please shut up…" she insisted.

"-15 cents change. The bartender says, "You know, we don't get too many gorillas-"

At this point, his voice was like continuous thundering inside her head, and it felt like she had developed tinnitus just from listening to him. "Could you just fucking stop talking…" she clutched her ears. She was convinced that not even ripping her own ears off in front of him would discourage him from continuing his nonsensical blabber.

"-in here." The gorilla replies, "Well, at $9.85 a drink, I ain't-"

Raven downed her drink, and before she could properly consider the consequences of her actions, she snatched him by the collar and pulled him into a fervent kiss to shut him up. She deemed it a success considering his annoying voice ceased to be, and her hearing finally rested from the hell it'd been condemned to. Much better, she thought.

Garfield tensed up, completely taken aback by the unexpected smooch, but once he realized what was happening, he relaxed his shoulders, and his hands gently grasped the sides of her waist. His tongue eagerly slid inside her mouth the moment her lips parted, and he savoured the slight sweetness and overall alcoholic taste of her own tongue. To his surprise, Raven got out of her chair and sat on his lap, her legs swaying on either side of his chair as she pushed her body against his. The feel of her ample chest pressed against his own chest and her fingers caressing his hair while her other hand traveled down his back sent tremors across his skin and triggered something primal within him. His palms gradually slid down her waist in a greedy attempt to feel more of her.

Before their make-out session could ignite any further, however, they heard someone clear their throat behind them. Like a switch flicked on, Raven practically leaped out of his lap, her heels getting stuck on the bars below his seat and almost sending her tumbling on her back. He managed to grip her arms to stabilize her until she hurriedly jumped away from him and found her own balance. She avoided his gaze like it was the plague.

Richard Grayson crossed his arms and observed them curiously, "Uh, so… I was going to ask you something, Raven, but if you're busy, I can-"

"No, no, no!" Raven stammered. She didn't bother glancing at Garfield and instead latched onto Richard's arm and pulled him away into a hallway Garfield hadn't yet explored.

He couldn't help the burning jealousy flaring within his stomach, not to mention the fact that his body temperature felt like it had increased ten degrees in the course of a few minutes and his pants were feeling a bit too constricting. But once his body seemingly settled down, his brain kicked into action, and he was left wondering what the fuck had just taken place.

"Well that was a, uh, surprise," Dick cleared his throat. "I didn't realize you had a… partner..?"

"I don't," Raven mumbled through gritted teeth. "Now, what do you need?"

"I don't know if that's a very appropriate way to talk to the man who pays you, Raven," Dick commented amusingly.

Raven huffed and crossed her arms, "You very well much know you wouldn't fire me. You wouldn't find anyone to replace me," she smirked.

"Touché," Dick arched an eyebrow. "Anyhow, I came over to ask you if you could head over to the office tonight after the party and retrieve some files I left on my desk. They're in a manilla folder that you can't miss. They're kind of important, and Bruce is going to hand me my ass if I lose them."

Raven rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, "I'll go right now then."

"Woah, hold on there," Dick pulled her back. "You don't have to leave right now."

"I'd rather do it now. I'm starting to get a headache," she muttered while pressing a hand to her forehead.

Dick sighed, "Alright then, can you at least say bye to Kory? She'll be disappointed if you don't."

"Fine," she muttered and followed him to the living room.

Raven struggled through the crowd of people dancing to Pitbull's voice blasting through the speakers. Finally, she managed to stumble past the bunch to a sofa on the corner where Kory and a few of her other friends sat chatting. Her eyes lit up when she spotted Dick, and she hopped to her feet and tackled him with a hug, "Richard! Where did you go?"

"I went to get Raven," Dick sputtered through forced breaths. Kory finally released him from her suffocating hug, and she set her eyes on Raven.

"Friend! Where have you been? You disappeared a while ago, and we could not find you," Kory furrowed her eyebrows.

"I went to have a few drinks," Raven shrugged. "I have to go now, Kory. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night."

"What do you mean, Raven? Already? You didn't even find yourself a cute guy to dance with!" Karen perked up. She tsked disapprovingly, "I forbid you from leaving this building!"

"Bee, I really can't right now. I'm exhausted, and Dick wants me to go retrieve something from the office," she replied, hoping the blame would pass on to Dick.

As predicted, Karen sent Dick the dirty eye, "Fine, Rae. But one of us should drive you there, at least. It's already late, and you said you had a few drinks?"

"Don't worry, Bee. I'm not driving tonight. I'm taking the train," Raven assured.

Kory frowned, "Should you be taking the train so late at night?"

"Yeah, Kory's right. I can get someone to drive you there," Dick added.

Raven shook her head, "It's alright. I need some fresh air."

Dick frowned, "Raven, if you're-"

"I assure you I'll be okay. Have a good time and congratulations again," she smiled at Dick and Kory before heading out without another word.

The night was dark and placid. She clutched the sides of her jacket as she ambled down the street. The gentle wind wrapped around her expression and tickled her skin. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, attempting to calm her riled thoughts. God, it had been a stressful week. She couldn't wait to get home and sleep. For now, this was the best rest she'd get, however.

Unlike other girls, Raven wasn't afraid of walking down the dark street in the midst of the night. Growing up with both a mentally and physically abusive father as well as a careless mother allowed her to generate a protective shell around herself, and fear was no longer a prevalent quality. Sure, she knew it was dangerous, but that didn't scare her. After all, she wasn't afraid to die. She wasn't suicidal. On the contrary, she preferred to live in the present and if she happened to turn the corner early into death's door, she'd be ready.

It took her a ten-minute train ride and a twenty-minute walk to arrive at Wayne Enterprise. She unlocked the door, and she headed up the flights of stairs to Dick's office. When she retrieved the manila folder he had mentioned, she took a moment to sit down on Dick's chair and breathe. The room was silent and the only light source was that of the glass panel windows displaying the bright giant in the sky. She closed her eyes for one second, enough to calm herself. By the time she opened her eyes, she could hear the trickling on the windows and the faint rumble from the skies. How long had she been out?

She stumbled on her feet and hurried out. The alcohol seemed to have finally kicked in considering her head was woozy, and she felt like she was walking on a tightrope. Fortunately, she remembered to lock the door when she finally made it out of the building. Unfortunately, she was only wearing a thin jacket above her bodycon dress, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees with the storm.

Raven might've been stubborn, but she wasn't stupid. She took out her phone from her pocket to dial Dick. Seven missed calls within the course of an hour. Before she could even unlock her phone, the screen turned black.

"Shit," she muttered. She stuck the phone in her pocket and examined her surroundings.

It was even darker with the storm, and there wasn't a single soul outside. After all, who else was stupid enough to walk outside during a thunderstorm in the middle of the night?

She made sure to stick Dick's 'important' files inside her purse to avoid them getting wet. She sighed, and she made her way down the sidewalk, attempting to remain under the ceilings of each establishment yet still managing to get drenched. A few minutes into her walk, a car slowed down beside her, and Raven made sure to grip the pocket knife through the fabric of her jacket in case she'd have to use it. The windows rolled down, and instead of glaring at the individual as she intended, her jaw dropped open.

"Seriously Rae? Taking a stroll in the middle of the night during a storm? I didn't think you were that daring," Garfield grinned at her.

"How the hell.."

"Get inside and I'll explain."

Raven didn't hesitate on getting in the car considering the water was seeping through her layers, and she was already freezing. Garfield took off his jacket and handed it to her. Though she was a sole opposer of chivalry, Raven also didn't want to get hypothermia, so she grabbed the jacket and hastily slipped it on.

"I just got out of the party, thought you were still there. I was headed to my apartment when I saw someone walking out. I was curious and imagine my surprise when I realized it was you," he chuckled as he drove calmly down the street. "What are you doing out?"

"Had to pick up some files for Dick," she muttered.

"Oh…" he replied with furrowed eyebrows. "He sent you out on foot during a storm? Sounds like a dick move."

Raven noticed the playful grin on his expression, and she rolled her eyes. "He didn't. I sent myself. Fell asleep for a while inside, and I didn't realize it was going to rain." She clutched her sides tightly and rubbed them, wishing she could be wrapped inside the warm blankets of her bed.

"Where's your place?" he asked.

"It's only a block away. Turn right on the McDonald's at Lamar."

"Huh, that's actually pretty close to my apartment."

Raven didn't comment on it, and when they pulled up outside her apartment building, they sat in silence for a second. She reached inside her purse in search of her keys. When she didn't feel them, she let out a loud groan.

"What's up?" he arched an eyebrow.

"I think I left my keys at Dick's place," she grumbled while pressing two fingers on the bridge of her nose. "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Sure," he reached his hand into his back pocket. After fumbling around for it, his eyes went wide. "Shit…"

"Please don't tell me…"

"I forgot I left it charging at my apartment before the party. I wasn't counting on using it considering I was going with Vic and nobody else calls me," he snickered awkwardly, his hand scratching the back of his head.

Garfield bit his lip, and he swallowed a sense of apprehension, hoping she wouldn't snap at him for what he was about to say next. "You can stay at my place… If you want…" he offered.

Raven spent a few seconds contemplating her options. He couldn't drop her off at any of her friend's places considering they were all planning to stay at Dick's. She could technically go back to Dick's place and crash there, but it was at least a thirty-minute drive, and Raven already felt like passing out. Not to mention she would have to explain herself to everyone, and they were probably going to continue their party for another few hours. Would she even be able to sleep with the blasting music?

She could accept Garfield's offer, but she didn't exactly know him. It was taking a risk, and with everything that had been happening beforehand, did she really trust him? He seemed like a nice guy, but she couldn't judge him purely on that fact. Then again, she was good at reading people, and he didn't seem to have any malicious intent. Their run-in had also been a coincidence, so he couldn't have planned anything.

"Okay," she replied.

Garfield grinned and turned on the engine. He drove down a few blocks, the only sound coming from the drops hitting the glass and the low hum of the radio in the background. He parked his car at a much nicer apartment building than Raven's, and she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, a bit surprised that he could afford a place like that.

"Well, this is it," he turned off the engine and reached behind his seat to grab an umbrella. "Here ya go," he handed it to her.

"What about you?"

"Rae, I'm not the one drenched and freezing," he grinned and hopped out of the car.

Raven opened the umbrella and followed him inside the apartment complex. After making a few turns, they stopped at a door near the end of the hallway numbered fifty-two. Garfield fumbled around in his pocket and retrieved his keys. He unlatched the door and extended a hand to let her walk in first. She raised an eyebrow before walking inside.

His apartment was quite homey with an electric fireplace in the living room and a few sofas around it. There was a dining table behind one of the sofas right next to the kitchen. The walls were painted a dull grey and there were a lot of paintings of nature around, making it feel like a forest. There was a small, electric fountain atop one of the coffee tables releasing a relaxing sound.

"Make yourself at home," Garfield smiled as he placed his keys on the coffee table. When he noticed her rubbing the sides of her arms, he hurriedly snatched a towel from one of the closets and handed it to her. "There's a bathroom down the hallway, third door to your right. I can lend you one of my t-shirts and shorts. You really have to get out of those wet clothes or you'll get sick. I'll leave them outside the bathroom door."

Raven nodded and grabbed the towel before walking towards the bathroom. After taking a relaxing hot shower, she peeked out the bathroom and as promised, there were some shorts and a t-shirt gently folded in front of the door. She decided to skip the bra considering it was thoroughly drenched and the shirt was a solid, dark color. She did, however, keep her panties as they had managed to dry during the course of her shower. Fortunately, both of Garfield's garments fit fairly well.

When she exited the restroom, she could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. She left her wet clothing hanging from one of the doors and followed the sounds. Garfield was inside fumbling about in the pantry.

"What are you doing?"

He seemingly jerked at the sound of her voice and hit his forehead against one of the shelves from the abrupt movement. "Ow," he muttered and backed away, a hand clutching his head.

"You okay?" she questioned.

"Yeah, you just scared me," he chuckled. He surprised her when he took out a tea box from the pantry.

"You drink tea..?" she raised both eyebrows.

"Nah, but my mom… used to," he muttered, his voice lowering.

Raven nodded and decided to avoid the topic.

Garfield's eyes traced down her body, and his face flushed a bit. "Uh, I'm glad they fit…" he muttered, his eyes glancing for a little too long at his shirt which fit snugly around her chest.

Raven sent him a glare, and Garfield quickly looked away. She walked to the living room where her phone was plugged in and dialed Dick.

"Raven!?" he exclaimed when he picked up. "What the hell? I called you about twenty times and you didn't answer. Kory was worried that you'd-"'

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, letting Dick's lecture end. Five minutes later, she finally had room to speak. "I'm at a friend's place. He saw me walking down the street in the middle of the storm and brought me to his place. My phone died, and I left my keys at your house. That's why I didn't answer."

"I thought you said you wouldn't do the whole not charging your phone thing again after last time," he grumbled.

"I haven't exactly had the best day, and Kory and Karen insisted I go, so it completely slipped my mind to charge my phone. Not to mention you're the one who sent me off on this errand of yours," she pointed out.

"Fine," Dick sighed. "Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?"

"Don't worry about it. It's storming pretty badly out there, and everyone's probably busy enjoying themselves. I have a feeling most of you guys are drunk too. I can just crash here."

"Who are you with?" he asked.

Raven bit her lip, debating whether she should tell him or not. "A friend," she repeated.

"What friend?" he insisted, taking on his usual older brother role.

"Richard, I'm fine," she muttered.

Dick didn't drop the subject, however. "You called him a he. Is it the guy you were with earlier?"

"Yes. You happy with that answer?"

"I don't-"

"I'm fine, Richard. I'm hanging up now," she rolled her eyes before hanging up the phone. She placed the phone on the coffee table and let out a deep breath. She still felt a little woozy from the alcohol in her body, and she was struggling with keeping her eyes open.

"One cup of tea for the miss," Garfield entered the room holding a mug with steaming liquid. He placed it on the table in front of her and took a seat on the sofa facing the one she was sitting on. Raven took hold of the tea and blew on it before taking a sip. Though it wasn't the way she preferred it, it was tolerable and the burning on her tongue served as a distraction from her thumping head.

"Hey, Rae, about what happened at the party… Our, uh, moment…" he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, his confident persona seemingly melting away. "Did you do that just to shut me up or…"

Raven gulped down the last bit of her tea in a few seconds and glanced at him. "That… Was a mistake," she muttered.

"Oh…" he squeaked. "That's alright too, I guess."

Raven felt a twinge of remorse in her chest and before she could help it, she started talking, "Gar, you're a really nice guy… but I'm not really looking for a relationship."

Garfield remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "Why not?"

The question caught her by surprise considering she didn't expect the insistence from a guy like him. He appeared to notice as he quickly exclaimed, "I didn't mean it in a forceful way… I was just curious. Sorry, I shouldn't intrude on your personal life."

"Don't worry about it," she muttered and traced the hem of her cup. "I just got out of a particularly abusive relationship, and I'm not really ready for another one," she explained. She wasn't sure why she was opening up, but she presumed it was the alcohol speaking. "It's a little hard to get over someone who was a part of your life for so long… Someone who you trusted with every bit of your soul. It's really hard," she admitted, her eyes avoiding his own.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke, "I know what you mean."

Raven glanced at him, and his mind appeared to be in a different world considering he was looking off into nothingness with glossy eyes.

"I was in a similar situation," he started. "I thought she was the love of my life. Turns out I was wrong… And the worst part is, I can't even stand to be mad at her."

"Why not?" she dared to ask.

Garfield sighed, "She passed away about a year ago after cheating on me with her partner in crime. Even if I have a lot of resentment towards her, I can't help but wish she was still with me sometimes."

They sat in tense silence, unsure of what to say. Garfield chuckled sadly, and Raven felt a strange sense of pity towards the way he seemed to conceal his grief behind his laughter. "We're both kind of fucked up, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess we are," she nodded while biting the inside of her lip.

Garfield stood up, and Raven assumed he was heading to his bedroom, but he took a seat next to her instead. He stayed quiet for a long while, and she wondered if she should say something, but she couldn't find anything to address.

"You can sleep on my bed tonight. I can stay here," he finally said.

"It's your house, Gar. I should sleep here."

"Nah, I insist. Besides, sometimes it's good to sleep on the couch. Change of scenery and all," he smiled.

Raven stared at him for a moment, a rather stupid idea coming to fruition inside her head. She bit her lip, "We could both sleep on the bed."

Garfield's eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed as if trying to find the words to speak. All that came out was an unintelligible, "Wha?"

Raven rolled her eyes and turned to face him. "You said it yourself. We're both damaged goods, and you can't really deny the ongoing tension we seem to have. Why don't we… I don't know… Act on it?"

"... What do you mean… I thought you said you weren't ready for a relationship?" he tilted his head.

"Not a relationship," she declared. "More of a fling, I guess you could call it." Yep, the alcohol had officially taken over. But she still couldn't bring herself to care. Perhaps it was exactly what she needed.

"Like… Friends with benefits..?" he questioned carefully.

Raven nodded, and Garfield regarded her with surprise. "Raven, I think you might be drunk… We really shouldn't agree on something like this while you're in this state."

"I'm not drunk, Gar. I just…" she searched around for the words. "I need something to get my mind off of…" She couldn't say his name. She wouldn't. "... Everything, I guess. Can you deny that you don't need something to distract you?"

"It's not healthy, Rae."

Raven moved closer to him, "Being caught up on your dead girlfriend isn't healthy either, Gar, especially after she cheated on you."

"I… don't know," he stuttered.

Raven rolled her eyes, feeling rather impatient with him. She stood up and abruptly took a seat on his lap, her thighs sitting on either side of him and her eyes tracing his expression curiously. On instinct, he set his hands on her waist, and he gawked at her, unsure of what to do. She felt her grip on herself deteriorating, but she didn't act on her impulses just yet. "Well..?" she asked.

She pressed herself against his body, her nose practically touching his. The feeling of her soft chest against his front and his realization that she had forgone her bra considering he could feel her nipples harden caused his pants to instantly grow tighter.

"... I… Okay…" he gave in.

She smiled, the same kind of expression he had given her during his teasing moments. Her indigo eyes stared deeply into his own forest green eyes, and he found himself entranced by them. Then, it took only a spark to ignite the fire. As soon as their lips made contact, Garfield pulled her tighter against his torso and rubbed the sides of her waist. The kiss was the complete opposite of gentle and sweet seeing as it was a product of the sexual tension that had been building up since the day they'd met. It was starved and rough, their lips colliding desperately as if they were feeding off each other's life force.

Her nails scraped down his back and released a flood of shivers across his body. In the course of a few seconds, his body felt like it was on fire, the flames enwrapping his limbs and fogging up his mind. His palms sneakily made their way under her shirt, and he caressed the skin of her back. When she didn't object, his palms gently traveled up her spine, admiring the softness of her skin.

He felt Raven breathe in like she was anticipating his next move. Garfield took the chance to slip his tongue inside her mouth, and he savored the taste of every nook and cranny. She moaned into the kiss, and Garfield's palms wondered around her before squeezing her breasts. He rolled his fingers around her nipple, admiring the feel of it hardening against his touch. She let out a purr-like sound, and it flipped a switch inside Garfield.

He abruptly raised her up and laid her on her back, quickly slipping off his shirt for a moment. He instantly crashed his lips against hers once again, and his hands clutched the sides of her shirt before raising it above her head. He threw the shirt to the side and admired the view of her for a moment, his eyes tracing every detail of her body like he was memorizing her. He leaned down and found her lips again, leaving a trail of kisses around her mouth. His lips traced down the side of her neck before finding their way to her chest. He planted a light kiss of her right breast before taking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around and arising a moan. One of his hands gently massaged her left breast while the other gently snapped the band of her shorts (technically his).

Raven's nails raked across his back lightly, and they ended up at the band of his own sweatpants. Before she could make another move, Garfield took hold of her hands and stared at her. Raven furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Are you sure you want this, Rae?" he asked, his eyes full of desire, apprehension, and a spark of innocence that made her hesitate for only a moment. However, the passing thought of her previous lover was the only thing it took for her to swiftly flip them around and eagerly nod before her mouth attacked his own and her hands earnestly slid inside his pants.

Raven knew it was a terrible idea. She knew it was unhealthy. She knew she'd probably regret it down the line.

But Raven was also a live-in-the-moment type of girl, and at the moment, she desperately needed to latch onto a distraction that didn't involve her ex. And lucky for her, Garfield served as the perfect distraction.

Date: Sunday, April 14, 2019

A/N: This is the closest I'm getting to writing sexually-explicit material. I don't think I can pull it off, to be honest. It takes certain skills to pull off a sexy scene, but it's a skill I don't really hold. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Someone mentioned in the last chapter that this story has a lighter feel than my others. Though it is somewhat lighter than the Broken-Glass series, I'm warning you now it will get a little darker. I don't know if you've guys caught any of my hints throughout the past chapters but neither Raven nor Gar are kind of in great mind states right now, so it might end up going a somewhat dark route.

I'm not doing questions and answers anymore just because I don't have any more pre-made chapters, and it takes extra time to come up with questions. The answer to the last question was "murdering" and the closest person was Taygon55. Good job! You know your comics! I love the issue too!

If you haven't seen my A/N in Glass, I've been really busy, so the chapters will have longer time periods in between. Thank you for reading and please review. It makes me happy!