Props:

DM: I am not old! Just my knees are... Lowering your standards to read my fic, eh? (Brain: I'll lower her kneecaps.) Glad you are still amused, as am I.

Lady of Faerie: Congrats, babe! Review of the week...just in case you didn't look... (Brain: Look at this!) Hey! I could get arrested for that, Brain! Kudos to you and the (sidekick.)

AstaOmega7: Hee hee...a threat, Brain! (Brain: If he's from the South, how does he know what the word 'lobotomy' means?)

Shekron Kaisar: Very punny! (Brain/ Vomits )

Visigoth: Precisely. (Brain: That was an acceptable review.) He likes you...

Terra Logan/ Sob! She doesn't like us anymore! (Brain: Someone does?)

schizo and proud: Thank you for your concern for my well being. (Brain: Sarcasm?) My fingers are bad, but I can still type with my tongue...it's very talented. (Brain/ Vomits again. )

Kali Donovan: What! If you did not review I would retire, such would be my incomperable misery! (Brain: Hee hee--she said 'fire on a stick'.) Really... (Brain: Cut the crap, Vin.) No, really. (Brain: He will whine, I will hunt you down...)

the lone psychopath: A brilliant review! What say you, Brain? (Brain: Agreed.) Luv ya!

Saint H: Cute! Hmm..I think I shall steal the idea... (Brain: I already had that idea!) Yes, but it sounds much naughtier coming from a Saint.

TR, TR, TR: Thanks, thanks, thanks! Glad to see you're back! (Brain: And your front.) Boo! There may be BB/Rae-ness later... (Brain: Maybe she'll kill him!)

Nightlark: Ah, another Robin-lover! You don't like Mr. Del Greco much, do you? (Brain: He's an asshole, like you.) Thanks for the vote of confidence, Brain.

animegirl: How did you all guess that she would kick my ass severly? (Brain: She's Raven...) Oh...

Christina Ross: You are completely wrong! (Brain: I'll degrade you're grammatical skills...) Be nice, Brain. I like her. (Brain: You like them all.) Yes, but her 'name' sounds like a real person...kinda makes her special here. (Brain: Idiot!) Don't stop brown nosing, it does work!

Push me: Thank you! I have no voices in my head, though. (Brain: What am I?) You are a real entity, Brain. (Brain: It's getting worse...) (Brain: Oh, and what do I say to you adding us to your fave's? That is appropriate, although you should beg for mercy. I may Push You (off a cliff) just for tempting me.) Stop it, Brain-voice-person-entity-thingy...uhhh... Nevermind...

Chapter 22 follows these insanely creative page breaks kindly supplied by the creative minds at FFADMIN.

Dear Fanfiction readers,

Due to the fact that things have been rather quiet here in Jump City lately, and also that Mr. Del Greco has been 'indisposed,' I have found myself with a bit of excess free time on my hands. I chose to spend some of that time on the fan fiction website, mostly scanning the comments that reviewers have left in response to stories about the Teen Titans, and in particular, me.

I am appalled at the multitudinous rumors, innuendos, mistaken notions, mis characterizations and, of course, outright lies being propagated about myself and my friends through the medium of fan fiction.

Excuse me if some of my response seems harsh or poorly-worded; I am having a bit of trouble maintaining a sense of calm. I am disappointed in you readers. Frankly, I am a bit pissed off. Okay--very pissed off.

It's bad enough that the writers of the television show occasionally portray me as some kind of cutesy-pie-overdramatic-emotional-teenager-two-dimensional-chibi character. Their minor hintings at growing intimacies between myself and other team members are annoying, but not the stuff of scandal.

I cannot fathom what evil motivates you fans to so maliciously impugn my purity of purpose. I am a half-demoness, for goddess' sake! I am constantly reminded of that fact, in case you don't know, through constant struggles to suppress the evil inclinations of my sinister half. I can't afford to be involved in the kind of emotional roller coaster rides that I am put through in these fan fiction accounts.

Yes, I am quite capable of experiencing the full range of human emotions; from love, to tenderness; delight to disappointment; joy to rage. But please allow me to clarify: the only emotion that I truly need to worry about is hatred. The others need to be carefully controlled because all can lead to hate. Think about it! Do you suppose that I can afford to be involved in a romantic affair which could turn out badly--that could turn ugly, as many marriages do? Trigon alert.

Why is it that my room--my private sanctuary--is something I guard so jealously? (I know, poor choice of words.) In my room are the few possessions which I care about, some of which I really treasure...

Let me explain by example, for those of you younger readers.

Cyborg treasures his car. It's his 'baby.' Hell--he loves the damn thing, for all practical purposes. What's the harm in that, right? Normal people get strong attachments to things, or people. It is a part of who they are.

Follow me.

When Cyborg's car was trashed, he went through a hellstorm of powerful, negative emotions. He was outraged, worried, fearful. He became angry; adrenalin-pumping excited. Then he experienced guilt; regret; anger at others; anger at himself; sorrow; miserable, brooding depression at his loss. Finally, a spark of hope. A growing joy that the 'soul' of his 'baby' still existed, and the physical part could be reborn. Appreciation and deep gratitude that I aided him in his effort to recreate the T-Car. (Don't you dare start thinking 'love'!)

Some of my belongings are almost as important to me as the T-Car is to Cyborg, (Although in all modesty, I do not adore them as he adores his automotive masterpiece.) Were some of these important objects lost or stolen I could experience an emotional tidal wave, such as the one our mechanical friend went through, which would invariably end badly: very badly--for not just myself; or my friends; or Jump City; or the United States; or the Earth: but for the entire freaking known universe, quite possibly!

You cannot imagine the untold horrors that could be unleashed by the freeing of Trigon, which could occur just because I got overly-emotional and distraught over a (in comparison) trifling personal loss.

So leave me the hell alone!

In an aside, my lawyer has advised me that I had nothing to do with the brutal beating suffered by Mr. Del Greco.

Pay attention! I'm getting tired of repeating myself! Stop gossiping about me!

Grudging felicitations and thinly veiled threats,

Raven Roth

aka Raven

That's it--just Raven!

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(Brain: Please review, or I shall hunt you down, and apply the dreaded brain-noogie.)