Author's Notes: Wow, the third chapter? I wasn't even expecting I could draw a story out this far! My writer's block's all but vanished for now, so I'll continue on. -; Just slowly, so I'm not too tempted to put off any more school work…

Are you all following the introductions of the character's 'real names'? I'm hoping I can incorporate elements from both the comics and the 'toon. Lemme know if it's working, thought I feel this chapter is a little...either fast-paced, or too slow. Either way I read it as a little too choppy, reason being that I didn't want to dwell on the topics for too long. Parody wangst is certainly difficult to write when you're aware of it! Sorry
And on an unrelated note: "Thankyou everybody for the great reviews!"

The following morning, Blake meditated with Raven (but was much better at it), and trained with Robin (but she beat him up). While Kory applied bandages to Dick's bumps and bruises, Blake worked on the T-Car with Victor, the machine man better known as Cyborg, and came up with hundreds of improvements for it. Kory was the next to spend time with Blake, teaching her a little about her culture and the extensive history of Tamaran. Blake had a lot to tell Kory, too, as she'd seen earth history since the 1600's. Tara was relieved when the history lesson lasted 'till nightfall, because it meant that she didn't have to spend time alone with the other girl.

On the other hand, this meant that it was time for Blake's date with Garfield. Tara was dreading this, perhaps more than the thought that Blake would be totally accepted into the Titans (like on so many dreadful previous occasions). She hurried up to Gar's room a few minutes before they were due to leave. She had tried to talk him out of going, but it was of no use. He seemed to be ignoring the fact that she was there with him, and when the time came, the boy hurried out of the room while Tara was still inside, and flicked off the light switch.
Tara was irritated, and once the two had left, approached Dick to suggest something:
"What do you say to giving Blake the once-over on the obstacle course?"

"I don't see a problem with it." He replied, looking up from his book, "I was just gonna give her this," He held up a new communicator – except it was mostly pink, and played a different tune – "but your idea works too. We'll test her out tomorrow."
"Good idea." Tara turned away, her teeth poking out like fangs to match her wicked expression. She bade them a good night, and retired to bed almost immediately so she could dream about how her plan would turn out for as long as possible.

Tomorrow came sooner than Tara had hoped. She was too excited about Blake's upcoming challenge that she'd hardly slept after all. She met the others at the table for a pancake breakfast…everyone except Blake.

"Where is she?" Tara asked in a slightly uncaring tone. Kory and Dick exchanged glances, and the others focused on Garfield, looking dejected as he sat at the table like he was contemplating a hidden meaning in his plate. The smirk on Tara's face disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Blake and Garfield…" Kory began, "…had…difficulties with each other, it seems…"
"She called me a jerk!" Gar said suddenly, "I dunno what it was I did, but one minute she's all fine, then she's calling me names and stuff before she left somewhere! She didn't even come back this morning."
"Good." Tara replied, but after a few looks from them all, added, "…grief! Good grief, Gar…!" She faked a cough and fanned her face with her hands
There was an uncomfortably silent minute, up until Dick suddenly spoke, "Why don't we head out to the obstacle course now?" Victor agreed it was a good suggestion, and lifted Garfield to his feet by the back of his shirt. The other girls liked the idea, and Tara went with them outside, though just a little disappointed now.

Blake was crying. Last night had been horrible, absolutely horrible! Her sparkling tears dripped down her perfect face, which was (even though she was crying) in no way puffy or red. She'd thought that she could get away from everything…her past…maybe start afresh? But she had been wrong – terribly wrong about everything.
She remembered the events of the previous night. It had started off wonderfully. It was like she and Garfield were meant to be together. Forever. The limousine ride to Gotham had been almost as perfect as her. Then the meal, which Gar had paid for all on his own – it was the most delicious caviar she had eaten in hours. Right up until the walk on the beachside, where the cool evening breeze had gently swished over her features. It had been perfect.

That was when Gar had tried to kiss her. Somehow it opened floodgates of the memories she didn't know she even had. Shadows of people she couldn't remember, crowding in on her until she couldn't breathe. Visions of horrid events played out before her eyes like a movie, until she'd become overwhelmed and lost all sense of self. She'd attacked Garfield before she could stop herself. Then, when she'd realized what she'd done, she'd run from him, as far as she could.

It didn't take long until she was tired out. So much that she'd been on the verge of collapse. Unfortunately for her, there were no vacancies. Anywhere. So for the rest of the night she'd wandered around Jump City, haphazardly defeating every villain that came her way. When the rain began to pour down she found a spot of shelter in an old alleyway. She'd shivered the whole night through, saturated and dwelling on her actions. It was too tragic for her to bear. Nobody would ever come and talk to her again, and she'd have to become a hermit. That couldn't happen! Hermits dressed terribly!
Why couldn't life be like a Choose Your Own Adventure book? If you don't like the outcome you could always skip back to page 20 and choose another option. Oh, why did she have to suffer such tragedy? Why be so alone?
When the rain subsided, she'd walked around again. Eventually finding herself out in some field not too far from the Tower. Looking up at the lights on through the windows made her cry even more – imagining everybody within its walls experiencing merriment – and she'd remained there until morning.

And that was where the Titans found her.

They were a little dumbfounded. She was there, crying for some reason. Tara's surprised expression had nothing on Dick, Victor and Garfield, who's eyes widened and they halted on the spot. Everyone was silent for a few moments. It was then that Blake stood to her feet.

"I'm sorry guys! I'm so useless and weak and I promise that I'll leave right now so you'll never have to see my perfect face ever again! I've realized that I'll never have any friends and it was silly to even delude myself of that fact! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Gar! I really am!" She turned away quickly and started to run off, but Starfire stopped her.
"I don't understand what you mean, my friend, but you need not to run away from us." She said calmly
"Besides," Raven the zomgoth added, "we're having a sleepover every night of the week, remember?" She smiled kindly – something Blake had taught her to do the previous evening – "Don't stress. We know the story, and we're here to help you."

After some more coaxing, Blake agreed to give herself one more shot to prove herself worthy of her new best friends. With the crisis averted, Dick mentioned the Training Session once again.

"Oh, what fun!" Blake's eyes lit up (and sparkled with the colours of the rainbow - even black and white),"I can really try?"
"Sure," He replied, "Come this way."

((To be continued))

Author's Reflection: Yeah, it is a little slow, ain't it? I'm scratching my head over wether it is understandable to anybody but myself. I'll most likely leave it as is for now, and edit it to satisfaction when the rest of the story is competed – saves me dwelling on it and losing the ending of the story—something I haven't got a single clue on as of yet... -; Hmm, I used the word 'dwelling' twice in this chapter (albeit in the notes only), that's probably more times than I've used the word in real speech in my entire life!

Even though this story is a parody, I find me taking myself with a very serious air in these notes. Who'd have thought parody was such a solemn exploit? Until next time