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Raven: My Broken Mirror.

RaexGar. All her life, Raven has seen someone else in her mirror. And quite frankly, she doesn't want to be someone she's not. When she meets Garfield Logan, all that changes. She glances at herself in that broken mirror once more. And Gar has picked all those pieces up.

Author's Note: AHH! I'm sooooo sorry I haven't updated in so long! (slams head on computer monitor) Ow..um, yeah. I just haven't been motivated to write much in this series for a while. I mean..I have ideas floating around my head, but when I actually try to write them down its like: "Oh, crud. What now?" My mind sort of goes blank or something. Anyway, I hope I haven't let you people down with this chapter. Hope you like it! Oh, and we are only 17 reviews away from reaching the 100 point mark...assuming my calculator calculated right. Please help me reach the big one-zero-zero! Review! But when I say Arella and Trigon got married or whatever, I have no idea what I'm saying. But I am sort of proud of this chapter, but I'll probably end up re-doing it

Ps: In case you guys aren't sure about the old comic book names, here's the key:

Richard: Robin.

Kori: Starfire.

Vic: Cyborg.

Garfield: Beast boy.

Raven:...uh..Raven.

Super Chocolate Bear, I put a suprise in there for you. I think you'll like it. It had something to do with Sarasim. Its very short, but whatever.

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She always saw someone that just wasn't her. It was a different voice that was desperately trying to reach out and escape. But Raven Roth's hard layers prevented that voice from echoing out from inside her. The voice was always demanding her to take a chance, smile, and be something other than a dark demon. Whenever her violet eyes gazed into her mirror, it showed someone she'd never seen before. It was someone who smiled warmly and laughed as a boy gave her a unexpected hug from behind. But what really bothered her was...that boy's face wasn't visible. It was a green smudge that she couldn't identify. She wanted to know who it was, but she just didn't want to be hugged and laugh. Perky was Kori Anders' thing. Not Raven Roth's. Being a popular, social person was Richard Grayson's thing. Again, not hers. And being a mechanic was Victor Stone's personality. Not. Raven. She was her own person...or at least that was what she used to think.

Lately she'd wondering why her reflection showed someone she had never laid eyes on before. She pondered on who that girl who stared back at her was, and why she wouldn't go away and be replaced with the person she really knew she was. Or...did she even know? Maybe this wasn't the girl she really was. Perhaps this mysterious personality was just a cover that she never realized she had. Maybe this possible cover was just an act that had not yet ended, due to the audiences never blinking eyes. There was never an intermission, and she was stuck on stage acting like a Goth that she really wasn't. Inside she might have been a fun-loving teenager who laughed and smiled like most other girls on the planet.

She thought she was a black hole that swallowed every drop of happiness and spat it out into a dark pit of space. But when she gave it thought, she really didn't feel that she was that sort of a human-being. She felt like there was more to her than that. Raven had always wanted to express herself a bit, but she knew what the consequences would be, and she didn't want to face them. She was half-demon. She knew that fact and she hated it. But she was the only one who had that fact engraved in her memory, and she wasn't about to carve it into anyone else's. No one else needed to know they were friends with a devil. And no one else really wants to. She wasn't the kind of devil who carried a pitchfork and had an arrow shaped tail. No. She was much, much more dangerous than that. Her mother had warned her about showing emotion, and she took that warning very seriously. Raven didn't want to risk hurting anyone...even if it meant she had to be as expressive as a dead tree. But maybe being a hollow tree was better than destroying anything.

Raven would play it safe, and she would go on as a regular high-school student. That is, until she found a cure for her curse. But not every curse has a potion that will send it away. For the time being, Raven Roth would just be a regular girl..or close enough to one, anyway.

Raven stared into that broken mirror in her bedroom, hanging on the wall covered with peeling, yellowish wallpaper. She faintly remembered how that mirror had cracked into pieces. A few flew out across the room as the glass shattered. No one was hurt, but Raven was on the inside; knowing she broke that mirror...and the way she did...terrified her. Nothing had broken since, but there was still a risk of that happening, and she wasn't one to take tremendous risks.

If you are curious about how that mirror was broken, that story is reflected in every piece. When Raven was small; still unaware of her emotion issues, she began to cry when her mother wouldn't come to her when she asked. Little Raven fell onto the floor, pounding the wooden boards with her tiny fists. The mirror became surrounded in a cold, mysterious, black glow. Raven held back her tears as she watched in amazement. The glow started to appear smaller as it squeezed the mirror until the point where the pressure became so powerful that the glass burst, pieces flying out. Arella heard the pieces hit the wall, and instinctively darted toward her baby's room. There were sharp shards of glass spread across the floor. And there in the middle of it all was Raven; just standing there dumb struck. Normally a mother would throw out a broken reflection, but Arella decided to keep that mirror in Raven's room as a reminder to never show emotion. And it worked. Every time the girl took even the smallest glance at the mirror, she would remember that frightful night, and would go on the rest of the day pretending to be utterly emotion less...

...but it just wasn't her.

Raven reached her slender fingers toward the horribly arranged pieces. "No..." she whispered to the chilled air.

"Child?"

Raven looked at her doorway, her mother standing there. "Yes?"

Arella sighed. "It is time for you to leave for school now."

"I know," Raven replied hoarsely. "I just don't understand why you married him."

"Raven," Arella breathed. "I understand you do not like him yet, but-"

"No." the girl cut her off fiercely. "I meant..why did you marry Trigon?"

"I am not quite sure anymore. I...I am just content now with my new husband. Perhaps this man can help us,"

"I don't see how."

"Neither do I, but things take time, and we will see in time how this man can help us."

"Whatever."

"I love him, Raven. You will learn to, but I do not expect you to before you become ready to love."

Before Raven could reply, the woman shut the door, leaving her daughter engulfed in the darkness.

TT

Raven stepped out of the creaking door, slamming it as soon as her petite body exited completely. Her long legs ran towards the yellow school bus. The bus door opened slowly, allowing her to step inside. The bus driver glared at her a bit before slamming his foot on the ground randomly. The frustrated Goth received nasty looks from fellow students. The glares were mostly from the obnoxiously popular football players and their clingy cheerleader girlfriends. The rest of the teens glanced briefly and looked away. Raven raised an eyebrow. Where were Richard, Kori, and Vic? Well, they must have driven themselves to school...again. Ever since they got their drivers licenses, they drove everywhere and drove Raven insane. Oh, well. There had to be at least one seat available. There weren't any by the popular kids, or the computer class, or anyone else. But there was one free space next to a kid she had never seen before. He was short, around fourteen, had evergreen eyes and hair to match, had a small, pointed tooth that stuck out of the corner of his mouth, and had..green skin? Well, it was a seat, and she had to take it.

She cleared her throat, and the boy looked up. "Hi." she droned. "Can I...sit here?"

The boy smiled. "Y-yeah! Sure!" he exclaimed. Raven shrugged and sat herself down.

"Thanks." she growled.

"Hi! I'm Garfield Logan!" he greeted. "I'm fourteen and a half and I can get my drivers license in two years! What's your name?" Raven's temple throbbed.

"Raven. Roth." she replied, gritted teeth.

"That's a cool name!" Garfield chimed. "My mom named me after my Grandpa. I don't really like my name, but I live with it." he shrugged. "I like your name. Is it 'raven' as in the bird, or 'raven' as in black?"

"I don't know." she groaned. Maybe she should have walked to school...

"How come?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know very much, do you?"

"I guess not."

"Neither do I!" Garfield chuckled. "That's neat! We have a lot in common."

By now, and by the volume of Garfield's voice, the enitre bus was staring at them curiously. Raven sunk down in her seat. She wasn't one to get embarressed, but this kid had lost it; completely and utterly lost it.

"Um..Raven?" he asked timidly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any friends?"

She twitched the corner of her mouth. "Yes. They just aren't here today."

"Oh."

Awkard pause.

"Sooooooo..." Garfield cooed. "Wanna hear a joke?"

"No."

"Okay. Well, say fork."

"Do I really have to do that?"

"Yes."

"Fork."

"Say it twice."

"Fork. Fork."

"Now spell it twice."

"F-o-r-k. F-o-r-k."

"Say it on more time."

"Fork."

"Now what do you eat soup with."

"A fork."

"That's weird. I always eat soup with a spoon! Hahaha!"

Raven blushed slightly. Garfield threw a fit of laughter. This kid just outsmarted...her? With a lame fork trick? Boy, if she thought she had been embarressed a few moments ago, she was wrong. Now the effect of teen embarressment was rubbing off on her. Everyone in that bus had eavesdropped on their conversation, and were now joining in on that kid's stupid laughter. She was about to strangle him...

But the bus halted to a jerking stop.

"We're at the school." The bus driver belched. "Now if everyone would just leave in an orderly li...oh, who am I kidding. Just run out like ya always do."

And everyone did. Raven and Garfield stayed behind until the stampede was over. They made a polite exit out the door as the bus coughed one last time before speeding off like a rocket. The cloud of dust faded after a small minute and Raven began to march off toward the school. Garfield pouted, running after her. She ignored him completely while he talked very step of the way.

"Oh, come on, Raven!" Garfield whined. "It was just a joke! Don't be mad. I didn't mean to-"

She stopped. "Garfield, was it?"

He nodded numbly.

"Okay, Garfield, I respect your space. Now you have to respect mine."

"Um..are you asking me to leave?"

"What was your first clue?" Raven said dully. The green boy's shoulders dropped.

"Uh..okay. Well, see you later...right, Raven?"

"Whatever."

She walked off towards Richard, Vic, and Kori, leaving poor little Garfield behind in her steps.

Richard grinned. "Hi, Raven."

"Yes! Hello, friend!" Kori chirped.

"Hey! Hows Rae?" Vic mused.

"Hi, guys." Raven greeted bluntly.

Vic raised an eyebrow. "Yo, who's that little green kid you were talkin' to?"

"Oh, him?" Raven asked. "He's just some weirdo I met on the bus?"

"What's his name?" Richard mumbled.

"Garfield Logan."

"Ooh..." Kori giggled. "What a wonderous name! It is quite strange..."

"You're telling me." The Goth grumbled.

"So...shouldn't we ask him to hang out with us or something?" Victor offered.

"Yeah," Richard trailed off. "He's proably new here,"

"And perhaps we should show him the way around our beloved school." Kori finished.

"We are not going to help Garfield-"

As if one que, Garfield ran up to them. "Help me what?" he babbled, studing the rest of the team. "Oh. Hi! My name is Garfield Logan! I'm fourteen and a half and-"

Raven slapped her hand over his mouth. "You can get your drivers license in two years." she bit out. "We know."

Richard held his hand out. "Hi. I'm Richard Grayson."

Garfield slapped Raven's hand away. "Nice to meet you, Dude!"

"Uh..likewise." Richard frowned. He extended his hand toward Victor. "And this is Vic..." Victor gave Garfield a high-five.

"What's up?" he grinned.

"Nothin' but the...sky!" Garfield laughed. His eyes moved to Kori's direction. "And who's the pretty lady?"

"I am Kori Anders!" she giggled. Richard shot Gar a death glare. "It is most delightful to make your aquantaince." Victor put his mouth to Garfield's ear.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, kid." he whispered. "That's Richard's girlfriend, and he gets really angry if anyone flirts with her but him." Gar gave a thumbs up.

"Got 'cha."

Science class: 27.5 minutes later...

"Okay, students," The science teacher blurted. "This month's assingment requires partners. I'm going to give you all a treat, though."

Victor raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Stone?"

"Do we get to work on cars?"

"No." the teacher ground in.

Kori raised her hand.

"Miss Anders?"

"May we-"

"We cannot have a mustard appriciation day, Miss Anders." Kori frowned at his reply. Richard smacked his forehead.

Raven raised her boney hand.

"What now, Roth?"

"Does the class end?" she asked sarcasticially. Everyone laughed.

"NO IT DOES NOT!" the teacher snapped. "Since nobody has any reasonable ideas, I'll just tell you lot! I'm going to allow you to pick your patners for this project. This person will be working with you for four weeks. So chose carefully, children." He paused. "You go first, Mr. Grayson."

Richard smiled. "I pick Kori." The redhead giggled from the other side of the room. Everybody else just groaned.

"Very well." The science instructer sighed. "Victor?"

"I pick Sara Simms." Vic responded. Sara waved hapily.

The teacher marked up a piece of paper. "Whatever. Alright. Next is...Mr. Garfield Logan, right?"

"Yup."

"Mmm-hmm. Well, who do you want to be your science partner."

Garfield's eyes scanned the room. There were plenty of pretty girls that he could have picked, but he went with the most unlikely partner of the whole bunch. Take a guess.

"I pick Raven Roth!" Gar announced.

Raven shot up out of her seat. "What? This is some kind of stupid joke, right?"

"I don't think so, Miss Roth." the teacher snorted. "Is it, Logan? Is it really a joke?"

"No, Sir." he blinked.

"Good. Then sit back down, Roth." the teacher demanded. She did as commanded, but still glared at that daring kid.

After school, Raven stormed up to Garfield. He was whistling lightly and joyfully, obviously proud of his courage to pick an unknown demon. There was something about her that he fell in love with. He hadn't even known her for a day, and already he had made a move. She was two years older than him, but it didn't matter. What did matter was that perhaps he would pick up those shattered pieces of her mirror and not even realize how.

Raven glared down at him.

He waved up at her.

"Hi, Rae." he bubbled.

"Don't 'Hi, Rae' me." the devil boiled. "I don't know what you're trying to pull, but you are not going to get away with it."

"Okay." he muttered. "But..what am I trying to get away with?"

She tilted her head to the left. "Nice try, Garfield. No one is ever just nice to me. Only Richard, Kori, and Vic are. But I've known them for years." she snarled. "I've only known you for seven hours."

"Seven hours is a long time." he whimpered.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Look, I just want to pass the stupid class. So..leave the bus when I do today and we'll work at my house for an hour each day." she decided. "Can you handle that?"

"Yeah. Can you?" he mused. She rocked onto one hip.

"I'll see you later."

"Alright. See ya...Rae."

Three weeks later...

Garfield entered through the creaking door. Even after three weeks of coming here, it was still creepy. The house looked the haunted house rides at a carnival. The wallpaper was peeling off, the floor boards were loose, there were a few cobwebs, and he swore that there was always someone watching him. Perhaps a ghost, or maybe the ghost of her happiness. Although, Raven had grown to be a bit happier over the time she had know Garfield. They had grown closer to each other. They liked being able to spend time together, and had extended their study time to three hours instead of one. They wouldn't say it...but they had fallen in love. And suprisingly, that mirror looked more patched back together that it ever did. Raven's view of that girl being hugged and laughing with glee was becoming clearer now. That green smudge actually had a face and a voice. And annoying yet soothing voice. And the face was very, very familiar. In fact, everything about that smudge was clear now. It was...

"Garfield."

Raven traced the shattered glass. It was truly fork boy. But in that reflection, she was in love with that guy. And now she realized..that she really was. She was in love with Garfield Logan. And he was in love with a demon. It wasn't a safe idea, but there was no stopping it now.

"Raven?"

Raven turned her head towards the doorway. There he was. That was the boy who had been there all along, but had never been vulnerable enough to be noticed. Now he was, and Raven had to tell him.

"This is my mirror." Raven whispered, never moving a muscle. "I broke it when I was little...when I was mad." Garfiled looked at her longigly. "I never really understood what I saw in this thing," she continued. "But since I met you, I have."

"W-what are you talking about?" Garfield questioned, nervously.

"I always saw a girl in there. She was laughing and being hugged by a green smudge. The girl always looked like me, but didn't act it."

Garfield walked over next to her. "Raven..."

She nodded. "I've always wondered what I am. I've always wondered what I was, and what I'll be. But I think I know what I am now."

"And what would that be?" Raven gazed over at him with her sad, violet eyes.

"In love, Garfield." she addmitted. She threw herself into him arms. "I just don't make sense without you."

He boldly placed a kiss on her soft hair, light enough so she could not feel that touch. "Same here."

They let go slowly, turning their faces in the direction of that shattered mirror. Garfield picked a piece of reflecting glass of the floor. He stared into it with a small grin, and put the piece in Raven's hand.

"I'll always be there to pick up the pieces."

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