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Authors Notes- Tis my first Fan Fic, hope you likey! My friends liked this one and thought i should post it here. Plz Review and say what you think about it! Even flames!

Chapter 1

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Raven, Happy Birth— Argh! "

Raven grimaced at the cruel light penetrating her eyelids and swatted out to the source of the light, smacking Cyborg right across his grinning face.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Raven groaned.

Cyborg checked his wrist "its 7:34. I didn't want to wake you so early, but we have a big day ahead of us babe!" He spoke softly, attempting to keep her in a 'good' mood. "You're 30 today!"

"Are you calling me old?!" black orbs formed in her hands.

"No! Let's just have fun today, ok Hun?"

"Fine, but one quickie before I get up."

"Damn baby! That's what I'm talking about, you sexy demon!"

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He struts down the street, talking to himself, in a tattered red and green spandex outfit that he grew out of years ago. People on the street stare as he talks openly to himself. Always the same thing…

"He's not dead, he's not… I'll show them, he's here, he always has been…"

He makes a sharp right turn into a seemingly empty street. He knows where he's going, he goes there every day. They know him, he even has a tab. He pushes open the door, alerting the sales person behind the counter with the eerie, tinkling bell.

"Ah, Robin. Our best customer. What will it be today? We have some new edible paints, stocked especially for you!"

"Oh yeah, and I'm also here for something new… Where are your blow-up dolls?"

"Good choice, we have a new, life-like Angelina Jolee with a unique warming feature and-."

"No, maybe another time. What about male dolls?"

"Um… ok… Yeah, we have a nicely-hung David Hasselhoff doll…"

"Perfect… How Much? Could you throw in some of that orange and black paint too? And one more thing, do you have industrial sized, flavored, tubes of lube? Preferably strawberry."

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A sickly green dog stirred and awoke in its newspaper-lined cage.

"What? Damn it. I fell asleep in that alley again."

It morphed into a field mouse and slipped through the chain-link cage door. Damn those dog catchers. Beast boy roamed the slimy back alleys of the city, and for got sometimes where, or who, for that matter, he was. Sometimes ending up passed out with the stray animals. When he wasn't sleeping, he was stalking Raven. Sometimes as a stray kitty, following her down the dank streets of the disgusting city. Wishing he could reach out to her and let her know he was there. Or sometimes becoming a small fly, strategically placed on the ceiling, envying Cyborg for all he has, and wishing he could feel Raven like he did.

"Where am I? God I hate this, out of every stray dog in this whole god forsaken city, I get picked all the fucking time. Ah, here we are." He went behind a building and morphed into a fly. If you did that on the sidewalk, people would go crazy. He'd done that once or twice, when he'd gotten really wasted. Beast Boy went down into an empty field of almost nothing. He flew up the glass tower, into a cracked window.

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"I'm heading home. I'll see you later?"

"Sure honey, be careful. There are more sickos out there than you'd think."

"Okay. Bye, then…"

She went to the back room to get her purse, and took off for home.

StarFire took to the sky and made fun flight-patterns, having fun with the loops on her way back to her dingy, overpriced box. She puffed a dust cloud when she touched down and stepped down the trap door into her overpriced box.

The smell of sex and booze was thick in the air and StarFire knew she was home. She dumped the purse out onto the fold-away bed and counted the contents.

"Three hundred and fifty dollars. Not bad for a rookie…" She laughed to herself. The alien princess let herself fall onto the lumpy mattress and squealed when she was stuck in the back with a small safety pin. The prick seeped blood, but she wasn't worried about that. She was much more enclosed in the piece of paper pinned to her pillow.

'Meet me at Titan Tower tonight. –Cyborg'

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Did you like? Did it flow well? Criticism welcomed! BTW I turned this in, edited for content of corse, to my LA teacher for EC. I hope he likes it! Review Plz!