Author Note: Yayness, another chapter. I'm glad you guys like the last chapter, but be patient with me. Life's tough, and it's throwing me a lot of curves I'm not sure I can handle right now. Isn't that true of all of us? If you will, say a prayer or two for me. I need strength...and a midol.

Moon Goddess of the Sun:Well, I'm glad my chapter was ALLSOME. lol. Maybe you meant 'awesome' and 'awful' put together.

evilsangle: lol, you sound like me. Sleep? What is, 'sleep'? twitchtwitch

The Last: Fair enough. Yes, I normally go for the 'alternative' Raven---the one with more emotion than is normally shown. And if you haven't noticed, in all of my stories people have issues. And cool shoes. Robin has cool shoes. I WANT ROBIN'S SHOES! I'm hyper.

d.h.k.: (blinks) Did you know you analyze my stuff more deeply than I'm even thinking when I'm writing it? I see a future or current psychologist in the room! As to why Robin apologized...hmm...lack of nightmares/something else? I'll ne-ver teeellll... And yes, they both seem to always think the other one is perfect. Buuuutttt...we'll see what'll happen (man, I'm making it up as I go along. All I know is the last chapter. Besides that, I'm b.s.ing all the way through.)

Dear Malchior (November 14th),

After eight hours of meditation, two hours of silent thought, thirty minutes of reading from the Book of Azar, and ten seconds of walking from my room to the living room, the sun has rose. The night after my momentary outburst has ended. A new day has begun, and brought with it the promise of new misery.

Will Robin warn the others to beware of similar anger? Demand an apology? Offer a truce?

It really doesn't matter, and he did not deserve my rage. Yet, still the deed is done.

I haven't examined a sunset for a long time. It hits the water in our harbor beautifully, and reflects gracefully off the metal of our city's buildings, casting shadows and light in every directions, balancing out the medium. Light and shadow. Good and evil. Right and wrong. Yin and yang.

The question remains…which am I?

I know of my dissention, and I know of my upbringing. I know of my powers, and then I know of my soul. I know of my abilities, and then I know of what lies within my mind. And it seems the same war balances there. Yet, there is somehow balance. A grey area.

Perhaps the result of the girl I am is the grey area, Malchior. The mixture of light and shadow.

No one is awake yet. Not even Robin has awakened at his usual early hour, but perhaps it isn't the time yet. The digital clock on the end table reads 5:30 a.m. An early sunset, and yet it feels like the end of a long day. Meditation didn't refresh me as it normally does. I don't want to fall into the throws of sleep.

---Raven

Dear Malchior (November 15th),

There was a cursory nod between myself of Robin, a moment of asking how the other was. We were extremely polite, extremely cautious in our words. It was needed.

Robin and Starfire have taken it upon themselves to find what to do around the city, while Cyborg locks himself in the garage and 'works' on the T-car, hiding from all of us and snapping at us when he does show his face, worried about his precious Jinx. To think that she has done this to him emotionally proves that she lives up to her title.

I had thought of staying in my room and reading more, meditating more, fighting off the not so elusive sleep that I have been avoiding, but something drew me to the living room, towards company. Damn my human half. I bet you mocked it at times, my need to be around other's once in a while, my need for company. You mocked me often beneath those grey eyes, didn't you?

Beast Boy played video games mindlessly in the living room. A floated a foot or two above the couch, pretending to be absorbed in my book, but really just reading the same line of the Poe poem over and over. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

A plastic controller was shoved into my face. "Wanna two-player with me?"

I stared at the contraption for a few seconds, unable to process the question. It had never dawned on me to play video games. I had watched Beast Boy and Cyborg play against one another for countless hours, and watched individuals in the tower fight monsters, zombies, and 'aliens' until it seemed their brain would melt through the space in their ears and Starfire and I would be left to clean up the mess. Now the green changeling was waving the controller under my nose.

"What?" I said, a little stupidly. He looked at me like a was a simpleton.

"I said: do---you---wanna---two-player---with---meeee?" The sentence was deliberately drawn out, and he crossed his eyes to prove some point. It just made him look like an idiot.

I halfheartedly accepted the controller and he flopped down next to me on the couch, throwing my book aside. On a normal day I would have yelled at him for daring to throw poetry, but I was feeling out of it. Sleep deprived.

He started the game and two robots moved onto the screen. One was green, one blue. The green was labeled Beast Boy, the blue Raven. The green then proceeded to charge the blue robot and slam it into a wall, and a blue bar on the screen decreased in points. I stared at the buttons. A…B…C…D…what did that stick in the middle do? Start? Select? What about the buttons on the top, 'R' and 'L'? And the triggers beneath my index finger? It looked like I was learning a foreign language.

Beast Boy cackled. "I am soooo kicking your butt!"

I just grumbled and started to stare back at the control again, but jumped at the voice behind me. "Here, it's simple. A, B, left, down, R, L, B." Robin stood behind me and reached for the controller. He pressed some of the buttons with agility, and my robot let out such a burst of energy that even though its bar was almost depleted, the other was completely destroyed. K.O. appeared on the screen in bold red letters. Beast Boy looked up and stuck out his tongue.

"You helped her! No fair."

"She doesn't know how to play!" Robin countered, the hopped the back of the couch and paused the game, drawing my attention to the controller. "Look, this joystick controls how your robot moves. Up will make you jump, down will make you duck. A is punch, B is kick, C is barrel roll, and D is somersault. The left trigger fires cannons, the right fires bullets." He pointed to the screen. "That bar is your hit points. K.O. means 'knock out', and if the bar is completely depleted, you die." He handed the control back to me, and then smiled. "Now, when you start the game…" He leaned toward me and whispered in my ear, causing a chill to run through me. "…hit A and B in quick succession after you hit D and press to the right. You'll take out half of his hit points.

He leaned back and smiled, then looked back at Beast Boy, who glared at him and shrugged. "Hey, you got two more rounds. I won't help her any more. Promise." He saluted in a 'scout's honor' way.

"Fine." Beast Boy started the game, and Robin gave me a slight nod, so I did as he had told me to. Beast Boy gaped at the screen after it worked, so I did it again.

I never knew that Robin's satisfied smirk and chuckle could make my stomach flip.

---Raven

Dear Malchior (November 17th),

At that time of night, I should have even been outside, but Robin had locked me in my room, insisting I get some rest, as he said my powers were decreasing in their efficiency. Escaping was just a way of defying him.

I was startled to hear her voice in the alleyway, sarcastic as always.

"Well, if it isn't Goth girl. Still in that horrible outfit, I see." Jinx stepped from the shadows, smirking, her fuschia eyes glowing catlike in the dim light of the dirty alleyway. My anger bristled beneath the surface, but I kept it where it belongs…beneath the surface.

"What do you want?"

She shrugged and waved a hand lazily. "I try to be nice, and you speak to me in that tone. We may be enemies, but that doesn't mean we have to fight…"

I glared at her, feeling my powers raise further to the surface, still subdued. "Cyborg has searched everywhere for you, and you still have the time to play stupid games. Unless you are switching sides, I suggest you get out of my sight."

Her face fell, but then smoothed to apathy again just as quickly. The surprise had been fleeting. "Well, that saves me a lot of explaining. I can't leave Headmaster at the moment—" She motioned for me to calm down as she continued to speak. "---But since you know of our relationship, would you take this letter for me to Cyborg?" A white envelop showed itself in the dim light, stretched toward me. I eyed it suspiciously before taking it.

"What does it tell him?" Was she asking him to be a submersive, train as a mole for the H.I.V.E.? Why was I suddenly doubting my own teammates?

Jinx made a face. "Like it's your business. It just tells him I'm alright, and where he can meet me next." She turned off and stalked a bit in the distance, but looked back and smiled at the last moment. "Nice talking to you, Rae."

---Raven