I've always wanted to be in the show business... had to admit it was a dream of mine. I wanted to be a stand-up comedian, and have my own show. I knew it would never be a reality though, with my appearance... and so I tried to stick with the superhero business, because it was the only thing I could do. Or so I thought. I wasn't good enough.

I went solo after Raven and I finally told each other off. After all I tried to do for her... I just wanted to make her smile, but she didn't care. She always disliked me... always told me my jokes weren't funny, and cut me down whenever she could. Robin was completely out of his mind, Cyborg wasn't taking sides, and she wasn't there to break up the fight cause she had disappeared. No one could agree on anything, and Robin was completely unbearable to be around. He left first after Cyborg and Raven said they couldn't find her.

I left after him.

I thought I could take being a superhero by myself. I'd beaten down plenty of bad guys.

I got thrashed.

I left the city then, and went to LA. I tried to get a stand-up gig. People didn't want to touch me, or even look at me. I was a freak. And when I was finally given an interview... Raven was right all along.

Maybe I just didn't have the confidence anymore. She used to be the only one to tell me how good I was at fighting and made me feel like I was an important part of the team. She was the only one to cheer me on. I had to admit, a lot of times I wanted to leave. It really felt like no one appreciated me at all. But then she'd give me a smile, and tell me that I had fought wonderfully and kicked the butt of the bad guys. Whenever she understood them, she'd laugh at my jokes. I can still hear her giggle in my head... high pitched and melodious.

But no one else seemed to appreciate my jokes the way she did.

So, I'm in the show business in the only way I can be.

I don't mind the food thrown at me so much... but sometimes the ice cream gets sticky and mats in my fur. And the names... I try to tune them out. I can sit here, all day in my cage, and keep out the world.

But then she came back. I couldn't believe my eyes, as I saw familiar bright green ones stare through the bars at me.

No way.

She looked up sadly at me and reached a hand through the cold metal to grab my own.

She wanted me to come with her... but I can't. People don't understand anymore...

This cage isn't to keep me in, it's to keep them out.

They'd chase me, take me down. I'm a freak now...

and freaks belong here, where I am... in a cage.