This is my first Fanfic, I don't know when I will be able to make the next chapter becuase I am being deployed to Iraq but I will try to update as much as I can. Please R&R.

Disclamer: I own nothing but my Character Triven.

Raven Roth, the name almost screams dark and lonely. And after meeting her you would be right. But not always was this girl a dark and reclusive soul that was bound to a dark and solitary life of self hate and sadness. No once she was happy with her family, yes there were three of them and that made her happy. Her mother was tall and beautiful, with a voice that could calm even the harshest storm. There was never a hateful part in all her being, nature seem to sense that she was pure as they come and even small animals would come to her out on the late afternoon outings they had together.

Raven, back then only five years old had a laugh that seemed to make rain clouds run away so the sun would shine just for her. Born with dark almost black hair that when the light of the sun hit, the illusion that it her hair really violet would be seen. When she would run it seemed to her that she could fly, or smoothing very close to it and she would imagine she was a bird and fly everywhere she ever wanted to see. But always to come home to where her mother and brother were, a safe haven from all of the worlds troubles and tribulations.

Yes a brother, there were three after all. Triven, was a small yet cubby fellow, only three years of age, he could walk and talk very well. Though the world around him seemed to hold more than just light and pretty colors, no there was a magic to it that seem to sing to only him. He wanted to learn about them all and many a time had he been found hiding under the hay with some small animal or thing as if trying to learn its secrets.

But this story isn't as happy as it would seem, for there was another in this happy families life that would soon make a decision that would change the fate of all three…..

8th August,– Small Farmstead out side of Malian Head, Ireland

A tall man, in a dark cloak and a low brimmed Stetson hat stands on the road atop a small hill that over looks a quite farmstead. The golden red glow of the setting sun behind him seems to surround him in an almost hell fire aura. As he lights a cigar with no apparent match you can see his face is very badly scared. The light from the cigar gives his eyes a spookish yellow glow, as the scars on his face seem to move with the dancing embers of the smoking tobacco in his teeth. His cold stare never leave the farm stead he has searched so long to find. He slowly starts to make his way down the valley…..

Flames engulfed the house; there were screams from in side that no body would hear. The same man with the scared face and yellow eyes stands in front of the house watching the flames dance in to the air. As if they danced only for him and to please him. A small girl lay at his feet, seemingly dead expect or the irregular breathing and the dark blood stain that is on the left side of her face. The screams of a slow death start to die into the sound of the crackling and burning wood of the house. As this man looks down at the child now arousing at his feet he says in a strained voice "No child now is not the time for your awakening" and that was the last thing a the girl would remember was the scream of someone dieing and the heat of a fire burning her.

8 years later

"Alright you little hellions time to get up" crackled the voice of the care taker of the orphans of Gotham city. Raven rolled over in her dark one room space, dark lavender curtains covered the one window that look strait at The Wayne tower.

She slowly moved out of bed taking in the look of the room, with Evanescence posters on one wall, while a book shelf on the other held old books of dark horror and poetry. Through her favorite was Edgar Allen Poe that was always in her back pack.

It was very uncommon for orphans to even have a room to them self. But Raven was a different case; she had been in and out of every foster home on this side of the coast. She got the label of problem child as she never wanted to play with the other kids or do anything but read old books.

She was always in trouble for some reason fighting or breaking out. On her 12th birthday she got caught sneaking into the upper floor trying to get to the roof and escape her prison.

Her looks and dress style didn't help things much ether as she chose only dark clothing giving her the gothic look that scared most families (and everyone else for that matter) when the saw her.

The light skinned Goth looked about her room and nodded to her self "Another day in hell-"her thoughts where interrupted when the loud speaker went off again "the bus for Gotham Unified School leaves in 3 minutes."

Raven cursed her self for being so slow; unlike most outcasts she liked school. It was a time to reflect and get away from the constant codling and pressures of the orphanage staff always trying to make her 'play nice' with the other children.

After a quick change she was out the door and down the slick hall way heading down to the front to catch the bus. She would have to grab something at the school, though she didn't have a lot of money but the orphanage did provide them with a weeks worth of money for food and things.

She was by no means slow, only 5'8" and 120lbs she could run at a good pace for a long distance though she never likes sports she found that most people couldn't out run her. This made it nice when she would dodge the others that would throw things at her.

As she made it to the front she saw the bus start to take off, and screamed with frustration as a few kids in the back made rude gestures at her and waved as the bus pulled away.

Then as if the world wasn't out to get her again the driver slammed on the brakes and the doors open. Raven just stood there looking at the bus when a kid with bright green hair poked his head out of the door and called to her with a grin as large as his face. "Come on Rea, or did you want to walk to school and get detention with Mr. Mod again?"

As she sprinted towards the bus, she glared hatefully at the green haired boy "I told you not to call me that Garfield" she said as she punched him in the arm hard.

"Dude….its Gar" he says as he rubbed his shoulder and got back to his seat.

"Then don't call me Rae, it is Raven" she said as she pushed him over to sit next to him. "Thanks for stopping the bus" she said in an annoyed whisper as she looked through her bag for her C.D. player.

Gar just grinned and continued to look out the window as the city rolled by. Raven shook her head at the strange green haired boy.

Garfield Logan was possibly the only boy who did not stop smiling. He stood at just under the 5' mark which made him the shortest thirteen year old that lived in the orphanage. They say his parents died in some accident four years ago when he came to live at the Orphanage.

What ever the reason, Raven's life hadn't been the same since. Most kids would leave her alone apart from the teasing or the occasional threats, but not Garfield or Gar as he told everyone to call him. Nope he seemed to make it his life mission to annoy Raven, he kept popping in to see her or try to make her laugh or something stupid which would end him up in trouble.

But he never got tried of trying, and he never gave up. Even if he was out matched, he would always stand up for what ever he felt was right. This means he had a lot of enemies but also a lot of others that respected him, Raven almost smiled to her self as she glanced at him.

Sudden jolt brought her back to reality, as the bus stopped and they arrived at Gotham Unified School….