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Chapter Twelve

"Good morning all," Patrick said cheerfully, being greeted half-heartedly as he walked down the small flight of stairs that marked the beginning of the kitchen and living room of the tower. One of those split level tricks. He took a seat at the table and leaned back carefully, looking across the table and pausing on the empty counter where a full plate of food usually was.

"Whoa, wait, where are the snackies?" he asked as he looked at the others who were all relaxing on the couches and chairs of the living room, watching the television, all seemingly drowsy.

"Too tired to cook," Cyborg said as he looked over the couch back and then rolled over; crashing onto the floor, not caring that he had fallen. He sighed and got comfortable.

"Wow, aren't you guys a bunch of morning cheer," he said opening the cabinets and finding some cereal for him. The kind that rotted your teeth from the inside out if you didn't brush within two minutes of eating it. He put it in the bowl, ignoring the grunts associated with his sarcasm. Walking over to the fridge, he opened it and pondered for a moment. Finally deciding what to do, he grabbed a two liter bottle of soda and set it on the counter, shutting it with his foot as he walked to his bowl.

After setting up his molar suicide, he walked over to the living room, eating his cereal standing up and watching the television. He glanced left and right at what appeared to be the result of no sleep among the entire team. Even Raven seemed oddly awkward, though it was hard to tell since her face was, once more, hidden behind an old moldy book.

He looked over to her and hesitated. She lowered her book to look at him almost as if she felt his stare. Her eyes held the expression of "we'll be talking later". Patrick shivered and pulled his spoon out of his bowl and drank the remaining soup of soda and cereal. He walked back to the sink and washed it out.

The couch was vacant from Cyborg seeing as he was comatose on the floor. Patrick took this as a welcome sign for him. He hopped over the back of the couch and relaxed on it, crossing his legs, closing his eyes even though his recent infusion of caffeine and sugar made it near impossible to sleep. It was just a façade to appear just as tired even though he knew he had passed out countless times the night before from blood loss which unexpectedly had given him the best night's sleep he'd ever had. No one knew that though, just Raven and him.

"So, we're sleeping today?" he asked quietly, looking over to Robin who seemed entranced by the enormous flat-screen television.

Robin looked over to him, apparently tired even though Patrick couldn't see his eyes through his mask. "Yeah, we were all up way to late last night," he said looking at the clock. Beneath the clock was Beast Boy, curled up in a ball in the form of a kitten, purring as he slept loudly.

Patrick sighed and leaned up. He had too much spare energy to lie down. And within thirty minutes, his morning tooth decay would kick in and it'd be impossible for him to even hold still.

"I'm going outside," he muttered seeming somewhat irritated as he hopped up and walked to the elevator that led to the outside world.

The team grunted in reply. Starfire actually took the effort to pronounce a goodbye, but none of them moved from their makeshift bed. Cyborg said nothing. His electrical parts were all dimmed indicating that he was offline. His robot portion might be charged, but his human side needed to sleep.

"Damn lazy people," Patrick said as he exited the tower ignoring his mind as it screamed that he was the world's largest hypocrite. He hopped up and activated his powers, causing him to hover. "Training time," he thought as he cracked a smile.

The sound of his power charging was silent, a quite hum, similar to a lonely fire that one would fall asleep to while reading on a late winter's night. Silent, but still a power to be reckoned with.

With the sound of a military jet, he was off into the morning air, flying as high as he pleased. The sky was his and for the moment, he answered to nothing. Right now, it was speed that governed the world. Speed, was something Patrick could achieve.

He focused his powers on accelerating, and that he did, reaching a blinding speed well over a commercial jet. Granted, this was uncomfortable to keep up, but at the same time, it was so much fun. He continued up, reaching a vertical, felling the air getting thin around him as he reached further up in the atmosphere. It got harder to breathe as he did so. At the point where he could no longer go higher, he stopped in the air and let gravity take its course, accelerating him down towards the rocky shores of the island below him.

Freefall, something Patrick loved so much. The weightlessness of pure bliss making him feels so much more carefree. The tower became clearer to him as he fell faster and further, the rocks becoming distinguishable, the river's waves quickly becoming noticeable.

He began to slow, wanting to not hit the ground with his current speed for obvious reasons that his mind still insisted to mention to him. The only sound effect his mind was making was a loud thud. A subliminal warning to keep him from dying.

His foot landed on the ground softly and he looked around at the rocks he was standing on.

"Bored, bored, bored," he muttered as he walked along the shore melting various rocks with his still charged powers. He looked over to the entrance of the tower where he saw a familiar black figure. One with her hood up like always.

"Raven?" he asked as he hopped into the air and floated leisurely over to her with his usual warm smile. "What's up? I thought you guys were all too tired."

Raven shook her head. "I don't sleep much," she said pausing for a moment, "Can we talk about last night?"

Patrick sighed, "Look, Raven, last night was-"

Raven stopped him. "You've been acting oddly out of character ever since what happened. The others have begun to notice too, but they refuse to ask about it," she said calmly.

"Yeah, but I'm alright now," Patrick said quickly, "I got it out of my system."

"No, you haven't," Raven replied frankly, "I can still feel what you're feeling. Your emotions are so strong. I can feel your pain and hatred."

"No Raven, I'm alright."

"You might not want to admit it but you cannot hide it. I can help you deal with all this."

Patrick sighed heavily, she was right about everything. "How?"

Raven smiled at him. It was a weak smile, barely noticeable, but still a smile. She looked as if she was preparing to speak, but as she opened her mouth she was interrupted by the sound of her communicator going odd, the jewel that clipped her cloak together flashing slowly.

It was show time once more.