(Flashback)

About four months later, we had heard little news from your father or mother. We didn't really notice since we had a lot of things going on. Cyborg was helping to build a satellite on the asteroid belt. Apparently aliens like human TV, like 4400, X0files and Star Trod.

Terra was doing great as a designer, also getting inspiration from increasing alien trade. Beastboy was living off promos and kept in touch with Speedy and Aqualad who were also in the same business.

Me? Well, after a lot of pleading and grovelling to the studio, I finally got the job in Channel 5… as the coffee girl…

"I WANT MY COFFEE HERE!" yells out Charles Cosmo, the news anchor of Channel 5. His hair was combed up in a large blonde crest and his chin looked like it had smacked into a bus. He was the typical narcissistic male chauvinist pig.

…

"You do not like that man much do you?"

"What made you say that?"

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(Flashback)

Yes, the day started like any other day, somewhat similar to last Thursday; with the sun rising. With crew members, assistant crew members, assistant-assistant crew members and work experience chaps zooming around the place, acting, more or less, like most statues wouldn't.

"Right away Mr. Cosmo." I said hurriedly (Right next to him when he yelled), getting the coffee out in split seconds. "Here you are Mr. Cosmo!"

"Hurry up will you? I'm practically on already!" and he sips a bit and throws it out. "Next time put in marshmallows! Use you initiative you trainee! TEETH" and a crew member with a brush scrambles to clean his pearly whites. Pushing the guy (And everyone else) away he gets on stage. "Make way! Get out of the way you little people, shoo! It's TIME!"

"Sorry Mr. Cosmo! Yes Mr. Cosmo." I said along with the others, still holding a smile. "Right up your Mr. Cosmo."

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"I warned you not to stray in didn't I?" says Raven, smiling slightly. "Don't say I didn't say so!"

Robin sits perplexed with his hands on his mouth. Swearing was a big no-no rule. Coming from Raven was like watching a policeman mugging a pram.

"Well I think you learnt your lesson today little Grayson…" says Raven smugly "Now onwards…"

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(Flashback)

"Hey Rae. Can I see you in my office for a minute?" calls out a black man with half rim glasses and short curly hair. He had business pants supported by red braces that went over the shoulders of his white striped collared long sleeve shirt.

"Right away Mr. Yukon." I said, pushing my trolley with me.

Mr. Yukon, the top rank at the studio, he is a great boss who looks after all of us like family. No sooner had I walked in, I started to blend away and supplied coffee to Mr. Yukon and a guest he had in his office.

He wanted to see me, and I hoped that he wasn't having me replaced or something. I tried to soften the blow by brewing extra special coffee with the finest precision…

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"Only my aunt could turn coffee into an art." smiles Robin (Who is an expert chef).

"Oh shut up…"

"You also have the social qualities of a road block." grumbles Robin.

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(Flashback)

I gave one to my boss and handed the other to the guest. I spilt it on him in shock when I saw who it was…

"Argh! THAT'S HOT!" shouts out Beastboy, jumping up and down in his business suit (Which made him look REALLY funny!)

"Argh! What are YOU doing here? Are you crazy?" I yelled, thinking he had blown my cover. I didn't want to be given special attention because I was a Teen Titan; I wanted to rise up through my own ability.

"Now calm down Rae!" says Yukon, a bit surprised. "He only came in to suggest giving you a better chance here."

"H… He did?" I said, pulling out some cleaning wipes. I soon realised he hadn't revealed my identity, but he still interfered.

"Well I had to do SOMETHING!" says Gar, wiping the stain adequately marked on his pants. "You really act depressed a lot since you became coffee supplier. So I thought I could pull a few strings to…"

"Look Gar!" I said, composing myself. "I know you're my friend, but I really want to do this on my own! I don't want to be carried up like an infant. I'm… glad that you care, but I really don't…"

"Your first assignment is the Glenville funfair." says Yukon.

"What?" I said almost fainting.

"Cool!" says Beastboy. "I haven't seen you as pale as that since… Ow!" and he rubs his head as I telepathically whack him.

"What was that?" says Yukon.

"Err… um…I have slow reflexes." he says covering up. "Couldn't feel the splash on me till now."

"Ooh! That must really… Wait… Then why did you rub your head?"

"Anyway." I say butting in to avoid an uncomfortable discussion. "Are you serious? I mean… I don't know if I'm up to…"

"Don't worry Rae! BB here will be doing the assignment with you!"

"He will? I mean… Is he…?" I said shocked.

"Yeah, signed him on like a shot, what a prop!" smiles Yukon and he laughs. "I haven't seen this much skill in voice for ages, and what's more, he's a celebrity! Do you know how many stations would KILL to get and chance like this? Just imagine! A real time hero on our news crew? Ha! This will snatch ratings faster than you can brew coffee! This is a chance of a lifetime! Ha-ha! I can't wait to see the other station's faces when they see this!" he slaps his knee and continues laughing, oblivious to the calm rays of my malevolence slowly turning Gar into a trembling wet vegetable.

Beastboy laughs nervously. I control the urge to kick the mouldy green sack of potatoes right out the window there and then.

For three years, that's THREE whole years, I had been begging to get into the studio, let alone be allowed on an assignment. Ever day I had to wake up at 4am to work, where I get yelled at by some big headed jerk for six months! Do you know how many burns I got from doing coffee all the time? I bet I got some permanent scarring from that! And he prances in like a superstar and gets the job in five seconds flat! Practically bribing the boss to let me have a shot. I mean, I can't believe he could just…"

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"Ahem…" coughs Robin.

"AND I only got a side role in the assignment. HE was the one given the special attention, his own trailer, makeup crew, all the good lines and spotlight and…(Looks at Robin) Oh… sorry about that Rob. Heh! Got a little carried away… (Cough, cough) Back to the story…"

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"That wasn't so bad was it?" says Garfield, patting my back. I wasn't so sure.

"Are you sure? " I said nervously. I felt terrible. "Did I get my lines right? Did I look okay? Did they see this zit? I bet they saw this zit!"

"Good grief Rae! I can't even see your zit! And I was especially good at it! Just calm down! You did fine!"

"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" and Gar shrinks and sways in the turbulence. "HOW CAN YOU BE SO EASY GOING? THIS WAS MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT AND I HAVE A ZIT! ARGH! MILLIONS OF PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE WATCHING THIS AND THEY'LL SAY 'OH MY! WHAT A ZIT!' AND THEN I'LL GET FIRED AND I'LL BE KNOWN AS THE ZIT REPORTER FOR THE REST OF MY MISERABLE COFFEE SERVING LIFE!"

"Are you done?"

Normal, bleak soulless tone "Yeah… I really needed to do that; just a tad too much emotion."

"Well I'm just glad you don't blow things up anymore when you do that!"

"Sorry if I spat on you."

"Hey! Don't worry about it! You should have seen the lamas in Peru!"

"Phone call for you Mr. Logan sir!" says a crew member rushing up to the five star trailer with a mobileI didn't have a trailer, just my second hand Volvo and the make up that I could fit in my purse while he had all this paraphernalia, posters, portraits, wardrobes and… ahem… anyways…

"Thanks!" he says, signing an autograph and taking the phone. "Hello? Hey! Rob! It's you! Long time no see buddy! In fact I still haven't seen you! You want to meet up? That's great! Rae's right here too. 5pm? Alright back at the Mansion! See ya later!" and he puts down the phone and I go to my car. "Hey! Your car's air conditioning doesn't work anymore does it? Sure you don't want a lift in my trailer?"

"Sorry. I have a life."

"Right! See you there Rae!" he calls. "Let's get this show on the road!"

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"Mansion?" says Robin. "Do you mean the Mod Mansion?"

"Yeah, that's the one!"

"That's where you went after it the tower was destroyed by the Hive trio, and where you battled the Joker in that time of great peril." (See The Joker)

"It was a great place though, even if we were put under a lot of pressure." nods Raven, not quite ridding herself of the laughing torture she endured. "We used it from time to time, sharing it equally for parties and stuff. It was a present from Bruce Wayne, your Godfather, as some business wanted to arcade the place!"

"Does it still have that orange tree you planted? The one that gave off prunes?"

"Can we just get on with the story?"

"Or was it the weeds that gave prunes and the orange tree that gave apples?"

"Shh!"

Wordbearer: Thanks for that. It's good to know when your humour makes sense. As for human flesh, well I prefer good old keybets (TM) (Turn your keyboard upside down and shake it to see what I mean)

TheGreatAndPowerfulMe: Thanks for that 'me'. A cross of the Flash and Poison Ivy? Very itching concept. Sort of reminds me of the state of my back yard, full of fast growing weeds… Now I feel a little depressed now that I look at it again. Thanky.

Pakkrat: Just to point out that Soames is not my own creation, but from the Nightwing comics, but thanks anyway. As for the story, I lost where the chapters split, so I'll just review with a big one at the end of all things. It's really looking interesting. And don't worry, I think Pakkrat is quite original, as well as Bata-boom.

Raven the Black Rose: I'm glad you like him. I'm trying to make him into the biggest goody two shoes I can make. He's polite, sensitive and helpful, while at the same time competitive, naïve, curious and engrossed with figuring out answers. It gives me a lot to work with when I slowly turn him into a super hero.

Baloneyman: You must know your Teentitans! Thanks for the review.

Afan: Thanks for the reviews. I almost missed them, being so short.

Clueless90: Is your 'hmmm' just your style, or did you mean something in that? I'd like to see a superhero who has to say 'hmmm' in order to activate his special power of cluelessness. Thanks for the review!

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If you had a side-kick (Ouch) what would they be called? What will be their ability? Are they better than you in any way?

Sample Answer: Trolley the robot. Virtually indestructible, specially designed to do washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning, cheuffering, completing tax forms and shopping all to which he is very much my superior. He looks similar to Kryton off 'Red Dwarf' except completely blue. His only weapon is a broom which he uses in a very Dalek type manner (Equivalent of shaking a chopstick in your mouth), but he is useful and dependable none the less.