A/N: Ok, I know I was gone an ungodly amount of time but I have a good excuse. I was in Germany and though I did have actual Internet it was dial up and I hate dial up so my visits to reality were limited to checking my email.

SugarDevil—Thank you, I'm very glad that my explanation made sense and just wasn't mindless blathering. I like the cop too, he's nice, I was going to make him a meanie but I didn't.

Soaring-bright-flame—Really sorry about that me not being here thing I wanted to update I did but I couldn't so I'm sorry and please don't hate me.

Travis Hicks—sorry the lack of updating was not anger it was being away form computer, though I see where you're coming form, and I can't say that adoption is a bad thing, I just thought that it was unusual for this family.

Trillinka—here you go sorry once more for the wait.

The squad car pulled up in front of the station and the officer had to lug the bodies of her unconscious companions up the flight of steps with the help of one of his buddies. Raven wanted to offer to help but she didn't want to ruin the night any further with the possibility that he was anti-meta-human. Pity, she could have gotten the job done so much faster.

Twenty minutes of so latter, inside the police office, the three other kids were sleeping off the booze in a cell. Raven had helped print them, well, supported their bodies while the cops moved their hands. She couldn't give the Firr's phone number because she had been ripped out of the house before the basics had been covered but she assured the officer that they were not expected home, Kat and Alex's parents thought they were spending the night at the Firrs and Lucy's parental units had been told that the comic-con ended and nine am.

Raven had, as expected, breathalysed zero. "We still haffta take your prints. You were with 'em and 'til they wake up we got to assume that you didn' try to stop 'em for getting' tanked."

Raven looked down at her fingers, not the usual whorls and twists of a regular person. 1If she denied she might get in trouble—or arrested, if she was printed they would probably recognized immediately that she was different. If only she had the ingredients for a disguise spell on her.

The officer took her hand and pressed her thumb into the ink. "Here now press firmly and role your thumb." She sighed and did, as she was told. The ink rubbed off onto the paper and left the distinct mark of a letter. But not one of a human language certainly. She determinately followed the same process with each finger one her right hand. When it was over with he read what she had written. In English is said "the blood of" most humans aren't able to pronounce the actual words. . She swallowed hard. The officer looked over her shoulder. He drooped the stale, store bought oatmeal cookie he had been holding. It broke on the floor.

"They're…" She couldn't think of a halfway decent lie to cover up her heritage. Her left hand spelt out her father's name. Just his way of making sure that she could never forget.

"What are they?" he asked unsure of her true nature even at this point.

"They're symbols I…. liked." she struggled with the last word. With what little emotion she could express 'like' did not fit her feelings toward her father.

"How'd you managed that? D'ya sand off your real prints and cur these new ones in?" he winced a bit because sanding your prints hurt, not that I've ever touched a running power sander… no siree bob not this fanfic writer.

"Yeah," she lied. " Took me a while." Embellishment tends to add credibility.

"Must've hurt." He commented. "What does it say?" he asked taking her left hand and starting the process over again. Her thumb reviled a different figure. When all was said and done there on the paper in police records forever she was marked as her father's daughter.

"Just my name." That wasn't really a lie. She would be know as the Blood of Trigon in any other dimension other than this little ignorant paradise.

"Strange looking. Doesn't look like…" he looked at the state ID social services had issued her. "Raven Allen." He looked at the paper again.

"Foreign language." She said hoping to leave it at that.

He looked again but just shrugged. "Kids."

He sat down to continue the booking process, at this point that meant going threw the bags for illegal paraphernalia of any kind. Mostly it was just boring stuff (to a person not in to comics). "These bags, they all theirs? When I stopped ya it looked like ya were supportin' yer foster sister but she was carrin' the bags."

If he's asking deny it. Raven thought. "Yeah, They're Lucy's. Some of them are the others." She tool a seat across form him in a hard plastic maroon chair. A few minutes latter the officer let out a long whistle. Raven sat up a little, curious out of boredom. "What'd you find?"

"That little girl might be in even more trouble when she comes to." He said with all the spread before him on the desk.

He wrote something down and cleared his throat with a sly smile then got up to walk down the hall. Conveniently leaving the contents of the bag on the desk. Raven could see from her seat that there wad a large stack of papers set apart form the others. She was stuck here for god knows how long; she might as well know what was going on right? She liked knowing things Azar had taught her that knowledge could and will substitute for emotions, as well as possible grant her some opportunity to feel.2

She cast her eyes from side to side. K.O.ed kids, no cops, it was safe. The cop in the other room was whistling loudly with his back turned. She sensed he was being gracious; he wanted her to see those papers for one reason or another. Some how, he could tell, he knew she would want to know.

A black glow that Raven hadn't been seeing nearly enough captured the top sheets. It floated over to her gracefully. She grasped it and choked a little because of what she saw. "hemf." She cleared her throat trying to get rid of the shock. What she was holding was a glossy print, a picture of Beastboy, not completely unsurprisingly he was naked. There was a squiggle at the bottom in sharpie. It had a few forged letters capitalized so the message was clear. "Love Beastboy." The really disturbing thing was that these pictures were really him in his room and one in the living room at the tower. Not something I needed to see, and we put so much effort in to making sure he wears clothes. I wonder if he posted these on the Internet himself. Raven thought and grimaced. She placed the pictures back exactly as she had found them just as the policeman was coming back in.

He handed her the same kind of oatmeal cookie that he had earlier dropped. "y'might be here a a while. Thought y'might be hungry. Y'want anything ta drink. We got coffee or tea…" he paused trying to think. "I don't really know what kids drink…well 'cept fer them acourse." He indicated the holding cell. He chuckled uneasily.

Raven gave him a slight smile. "tea sounds good." She started to get up but he waved her off.

"I'll git It." he stepped into the side office that he had been in before and poured piping waterd into a Styrofoam cup and added a tea bag. Black tea but she could live. She blew the cloud of steam off the top of the brew. "ya sure there's no one ta call?" he asked her one last time. When she didn't answer he bent over his desk to dig out the yellow pages. "lez see if we can't find 'em in here." The massive book thunked down onto the tabletop and made the pictures and comic books that had been emptied from the bags jump an inch off the wood. "what's the name agin?"

"Firr." Raven answered and her flipped to the F's.

"Hehehehhehe." He did a poor job stifling a laugh.

"What?" Raven asked.

"Jus, some one named their kid Lucy Firr." He cleared his throat and kept flipping.

"Raven smiled. "Seems to fit."

Lucy groaned in the cell, and started to stir. The officer got up to wait for her by the cell door.

"Huh?"

1I'm making this up I thought it would add something to the story.

2I made that up too, but it makes sense.