Disclaimer: I'm not allowed to own anything yet, my parents won't let me. I doubt they'd let me own Teen Titans if I even had a chance at owning it. I don't own it.

Well, we're nearing the end. Probably only 1 or 2 more chapters after this one. I really need to think of something new. Well, enjoy this not-so-enjoyable chapter.

Chapter 10

"Rachel, wait!"

She knew who it was. She didn't have to face him. He had what he wanted. She had done her part in helping him find her. Now it was time to move on.

He had finally caught up to her. "Rae, look, it's not what it seemed like."

That really made her tick. Trying not to appear hurt or sad, she used her most sarcastic and cold tone. "Oh really? So you mean Kitten really isn't poor and living in slump? Kitten really didn't get pregnant while you two were separated. Kitten really wasn't more than just a friend and that kiss was just "a sign of affection almost as if you two were siblings"? Tell me Richard, how is it not what it seemed like?"

He was speechless. His head was spinning with all the events of that day, the shock of finding Kitten in the state she was in, Rachel storming out, all the questions she had just asked him.

"I thought so." She started walking away from him again.

"Hey, wait!"

She stopped and he caught up to her. "And why should I? After you lied about everything? After how I can't trust you anymore?"

"Look, I wasn't intending to lie to you."

"Oh, and Kitten really is just your best friend and you two just happen to exchange saliva when you meet? Face it. You lied. That's all there is. She was really not just your friend, but girlfriend. You could at least have told me the truth that you were still in love with her."

"Whoever said I was still in love with her?" he asked impatiently. "This is the whole reason why I came here. I wasn't sure if I still liked her or not. I only came here to find out. Besides, why do you care anyway?"

"You could have at least told me that she wasn't just a friend."

"I didn't think it would matter."

"Didn't think it would matter? What's your problem?" This time, she started to crack. She was losing her composure. "You tell me that your relationship with her is nothing more than friendship. Then you go out with me, kiss her when we find her, and you expect me to be okay? Richard, it does matter that you should have told me."

"But why do you even care? If you hate her so much, why did you even decide to help me find her? Why do you always have to tell people like it is? Why do you care about what everyone tells you? You know Rachel, you take everything too seriously. Why can't you… oh, I don't know… be more like her?"

He thought he had won, but really he just felt a pang of guilt as he watched her expression. She wasn't exactly crying, but he felt so bad just looking at her. It was kind of like the expression little children had when they got hurt. They were so sad upset that the only way to make them feel better was to let them cry, but they wouldn't do it because you told them that it wasn't "the right thing to do". Then you'd feel terrible for being responsible for making them experience that emotion. The same thing was happening at the moment, though not exactly the same scenario.

"Rachel, look I'm sorry. I just… I don't know why you cared that much."

She stared at him that time. "Idiot. Why do you think? I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen. You don't care at all. You were too busy to notice."

"What are you talking about?"

She was now crying so hard that he was having a problem comprehending what she was saying. "After… everything… went through… best thing… happened to me…"

Her sentences were broken. She was having a hard time putting her thoughts into words. "And then… she did… you lied…"

He grabbed a hold of her. He looked into her eyes and said firmly, "Rae, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't …want happen… but did… glad that …cared… I just… I… I…"

"Rae?" He was frightened by her expression again. Now she looked like she had nothing left in life to live for. She looked like she wanted to get away from the world, go someplace where she could be all alone.

"Richard, I think…no, I know. I lo-"

She started to cry even more. She ran away again. "Rae!" He soon lost sight of her. He punched a brick wall until his knuckles bled. He knew exactly what she was going to say. "You're so stupid, Grayson! Why didn't you see it! Why did you let her get away? You're an idiot. Stupid!"

A little child was staring at him in confusion and fear. "What?" he asked harshly.

He went back to the Katy's apartment. "Oh, Richie, you're back!" Kitten clung to him so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Get off."

"I'm sorry, Richie. Did you bring me my present?"

"Present?" He reached into his pocket, fished around a bit and pulled out a stick of gum he had for a few days. "Go crazy," he mumbled. (Pfft. As if she wasn't already!)

"Ooh, it's wonderful! Isn't this great, Richie-poo? Just you and me now altogether forever!"

He really could not figure out why he even liked this crazy, delusional woman in the first place. "Yay, whoo," he replied flatly.

"Oh I know!" Just then the baby started crying again. She ran over, picked it up and yelled, "Just shut up now, will you!" Then she put it back down and went back to her 'boy'.

He really didn't care anymore, be it either with manners or common courtesy. "So, what do you mean by 'do I get my job now?' What happened with your career?" he asked tactlessly.

She was now silent, no longer the loud, hallucinating person she was a while ago. "Kitten?" he asked.

"Don't you get it?" she whispered. She held her knees, rocking back and forth. "I'm a loser!" That time it was much louder. "I applied for the job but they turned me down and said that I was fat and ugly! (Hehe, I hope you don't mind when I think this is hilarious.) So then I got depressed and tried to lose weight. I did, and they accepted me. But I developed an eating disorder from it and they fired me when I fainted on the runway. So I slipped into depression. I honestly don't know who Carrie's father is!" Richard took Carrie to be the little baby that he felt sorry for since Kitten always shouted at her. "All I remember was being drunk and high at some party. I don't know who it was, and it most likely could have been a stranger. I have no friends, and nobody likes me. The only person who will actually talk to me is my shrink, who I've stopped attending sessions with since I'm so poor now that I can't afford an apartment, clothes, beer, and a shrink." Richard noticed that she didn't mention 'baby' in that list.

She was now sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm a loser. I've hit rock bottom, but there's no way to go back up. I'm so glad you're here now, Richie, since it's been so good to see you."

She was expecting him to hug her and comfort her. It was completely the opposite. Most people, after hearing such a terrible narrative, would comfort whoever it was that suffered. Richard, though, didn't feel any sympathy for Kitten. "So after all those promises, you broke them," he replied coldly.

"I didn't mean to!" she wailed in a high pitched, annoying voice. "I do love you Richard! I do! You coming back for me is the best thing that's happened to me in a while. You can't go. I'll die without you!" She grabbed at his ankles, as if she knew he already didn't want to be there.

He looked down at her. She smiled up at him. "You still care?" she asked in wonder. "You're not leaving? I hope not. I'll die without you here."

He didn't smile. His face was void of emotion. "Well, if you'll die without me," he started. "then I'll be sure that whoever gives your eulogy includes that."

She was stunned. "No! You can't go! Nobody dumps Kitten! Nobody, I said! DO NOT GO OUT THAT DOOR! NOBODY LEAVES ME!"

He was already at the door. He opened it wide. "Well, as you can see, nobody dumps you because nobody likes you in the first place."

She ran out the door chasing him. "No! Richie, don't go!" She tried as hard as she could to follow him, but she couldn't because he had always been much faster than her and her layer of fat surrounding her skin slowed her down tremendously. "NO! You're going to pay for this! I won't stand being dumped! I don't get dumped. I dump others. From this moment on, consider us over, Richard Grayson!"

He got out of the building and breathed a sigh of relief. The first thing he did was report the child abuse to social services. Then the next thing he did was rush to grab his stuff and try to catch up with Rachel before she got back home. He remembered something she had said to him a few days ago. "Jump City. I hope she doesn't already hate my guts," he muttered. He grabbed a seat on the plane, next to two other people. He smiled at them, and sat down. "It's going to be a while…"

Ok, I know that the word choice was bad, and the arrangement of the plot was bad, and the dialogue was really bad. What did you think? Yeah, I know it's not exactly the greatest, but it's okay, right? (looks around nervously) Well, maybe it's not even okay. Tell me how you think. Yes, the setting of the story was totally irrelevant to the story's plot. The setting was just a favor form someone who I know pretty well that loves that city.

Oh yeah, one more thing. If someone could tell me Bumblebee's and Jinx's other aliases, that would be very helpful. So, if you know, please tell me.