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Chapter 13

"Why, Raven? What is wrong with you?"

Beastboy stuffed another cookie in his mouth, unable to look away from the scene in front of him. It was a trial, and Raven was the accused. Raven beat up Starfire, sweet innocent, Starfire. And Robin was royally pissed.

His emerald green eyes followed his leader as he paced; up and down, up and down, his fists clenching furiously and his jaw tight with rage. This was not going to end well. Fights between the two never did. Beastboy crammed another cookie, not bothering to chew with his mouth closed. Terra stood beside him, her hands clenching his arm in nervousness.

Terra was nervous. And Beastboy didn't really blame her. She had never seen the two fight full on...nor should she ever have to. Because it was never a pretty picture... sometimes it really seemed as if the two wanted to kill each other.

It reminded the shape shifter of those gladiator games that were always in those boring documentaries. They always said that the gladiators fought to the death...with no remorse or guilt. That description fit the two perfectly.

He hoped it wouldn't come to a fight...for Terra's sake. She really didn't need that kind of a rude awakening. Their fighting would only serve to prove how fucked up the team really was.

The Teen Titans were nothing but a dysfunctional group of teenagers, two with anger management issues, one that might as well be dyslexic, a cybernetic with a tendency to eat himself sick, an alien with a pretty serious case of attention deficit disorder and a new member who was brought back to life and still didn't know where to fit in.

But the way Robin was going on...there would be blood tonight.

oOoOo

The air was tense, and suffocating.

Derek could feel the anger stemming from Robin, the morbid fascination from the shape shifter, and utter fright from the blonde girl. The scene before him only served to confirm his thoughts. The two did fight, a lot it seems. Why else would every one seem so...normal about the whole thing?

Funny thing was, he couldn't sense Raven's feelings. At all.

It was as if she turned them off. He couldn't see her eyes so it was hard to tell. But the way she stood, with long wavy hair cascading down and obscuring her pretty face, arms clasped loosely behind her back...Raven seemed almost bashful, and innocent. As if she wasn't capable of assaulting her best friend.

He was reminded of the old Raven, the one with dimpled cheeks and an impossibly adorable smile. He missed that innocent face and the childish grin. Raven had grown up... and any cuteness that was once there had transformed to seductive beauty.

Those dimples were now replaced with sharp angles, and the adorable smile was replaced with sultry, crimson colored lips that screamed of temptation. It wasn't just her body that changed though...he could sense that something inside was different as well.

Before, the darkness in her mind was locked away, you couldn't tell it even existed. But now it was as if the darkness had become part of her...and it seemed she to be having the hardest time controlling it.

Seeing her angered punches, one would think it was just a meaningless cat-fight. But Derek could sense that it wasn't. He didn't want to think it, but Raven wasn't fighting just because. She was fighting to kill.

Robin's hands gripped the young woman's shoulders roughly. "Answer me, dammit! What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"Robin, let go." Her voice was quiet and deadly, hiding the anger Derek knew was resurfacing. Derek wondered why Robin didn't just do what she said. Because he could tell...Raven's temper was out of control.

It wasn't like the normal anger he felt from people. This anger was different, more intense and deadly. And since she couldn't control it, there was no telling how dangerous she could be.

He hadn't planned on interfering, nor did he have any intention of separating the two titans from their free-for-all. Because if whatever Starfire said to tick Raven off was that serious...it wasn't worth interfering. They could solve their own problems.

Derek was content to just let them duke it out...till he felt her control slipping...he sensed the blinding rage, and the thirst for blood. That intense anger, the suffocating lust for blood... wasn't Raven. And he was right when he looked at her face and saw for the first time her angered snarl, razor sharp teeth and crimson red eyes, seeping with the desire for blood.

Derek wasn't going to lie, it did freak him out. Because instead of her stoic face, or mischievous smirk, he saw her face contorted into a mask of death. It was then that he realized the harmless, kid-loving, shy, woman he knew was only one side. There was a completely different person, buried inside Raven's mind...and he couldn't help but want to see it.

But surely Robin must know of this other side...so why does he insist? Why does Robin insist on intimidating her, knowing that she caused his girlfriend to need thirteen stitches? Perhaps Robin didn't really care.

"Robin, LET GO!" She raised her voice, the frustration and irritation becoming more and more prominent.

"Dude, just let her go. Don't go itching for another fight." Beastboy cautioned, his worry finally becoming evident. Neither of them were expecting Raven to hurl him across the room. Robin hit the wall with a sickening thud, and Terra screamed, biting down on her hand in fright.

oOoOo

The Boy Wonder picked himself from the floor, ignoring the pain that stabbed through his head. Turning he locked eyes with the sorceress, who stood there, hands clasped behind her back, eyes sparkling with a strange fascination. A wave of anger washed over him.

How can she just stand there and not show any remorse for what she did? How can Raven just attack her own friend and not have an inkling of sorrow?

Were someone to look into his clear ice blue eyes, they would have seen smoldering anger...a stark contrast to the usual cool impassive look he adopted from his mentor.

Bruce had always told him that anger was man's greatest weakness. It clouds and corrupts the mind...leaving nothing but the burning desire of revenge. And the desire of revenge was like lust...never fully satisfied until acted upon.

Robin didn't have any motivation for revenge...quite the contrary, it was Starfire that should have the motivation, she was the one rightfully deserved it.

Then why was he trying to convince himself that whatever he was going to do to Raven was all in Starfire's name? If he were to wrestle her to the floor and destroy that innocent look from her beautiful face, it would all be justified? The thought only added to the boiling wrath in his heart, and the searing white cloud of rage that settled over his vision.

Raven always defied him...she was always trying to undermine him, she didn't respect him. He needed Raven to respect him...no, fear him. Raven had no fear...perhaps now he would give her that fear.

Make her beg for forgiveness...make her grovel at his feet for mercy.

oOoOo

Beastboy heard how Robin hit the wall and he was rather surprised to see him move. Wasn't he in pain? What if he broke something? Would Cyborg still make Raven heal him? He always did, saying stuff about how it wasn't effective to beat each other up when they had a city to protect.

So Raven always healed him in the end. Because she had too. He wondered if Raven even wanted to heal Robin...after the way he always treated her.

The shape shifter paled when he saw Robin confront her again, shoving the sorceress roughly to her knees, his fist raised threateningly.
A grimace crossed his face, then fell into a mask of surprise as Raven began to laugh hysterically.

"Am I supposed to be afraid?" A sadistic chuckle escaped the sorceress' lips. "Go on, Robin. Hit me."

Beastboy's jaw dropped. This, this wasn't supposed to happen. Raven wasn't supposed to sound like this...so insane and Joker like. What was wrong with her? Why was she acting like this?

"I'm waiting, Robin. What, did you think I would cry? That I should beg for forgiveness?" Raven laughed cruelly. "Go on, Robin. I'll even turn the other cheek." At this Raven angled her face, taunting the angry titan before her. "Hit me, Robin. Hit me!"

Beastboy flinched as Robin viciously slapped the sorceress, and she fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably. The boy winced as Robin slapped her again, doing nothing to silence Raven's frenzied laughter.

He bit his lip, wanting to say something, anything to quell Robin's boiling rage. But what? What would he say? Maybe it was better to dive in himself, to do something...anything.

Anything to stop the madness.

He didn't expect Derek to jump to her defense.

oOoOo

Robin blinked, staring at the hand that gripped his fist. Who the hell was this guy? He glanced up, staring into a pair of dark tinted glasses, becoming even more flustered that he couldn't see his eyes.

The man was tall and muscular with really tanned skin and dark messy hair. He was familiar, like they had met before. He stared again at the hand gripping his fist. Why won't he let go?

"Look. It's obvious that everyone is riled up. Why don't you just take a break and when everyone's calm you can get some answers."

Robin narrowed his eyes. This was the man from the beach party...and he was the one who stopped Star and Raven from fighting. It was quite impressive, actually. Usually after Raven looses her temper, she vanishes.

Several days could pass before Raven would return with a penitent heart and no explanation whatsoever for her actions. It usually pissed him off. Because, what if they were called on duty and she was gone?

Raven was a big part of the team...like everyone else and there were missions that couldn't be completed without her. So for this man to have that kind of effect...he must be really important. And that ticked him off.

"Let go of my hand."

"Promise not to lay a finger on Raven, and we have a deal."

Robin blinked again staring incredulously and the man in front of him. Who the hell did he think he was? Resisting the urge to punch him, the Boy Wonder decided to agree. It would be better to calm down...and then apologize to Raven for once again losing his temper.

He didn't expect forgiveness...but at least asking would quell the sickening feeling of guilt he felt welling up in his heart. The teen swallowed tightly and spoke, hoping his voice didn't betray any emotion. "Deal."

Robin said nothing as Derek pulled Raven to her feet, trying to stifle his surprise at the look in Raven's eyes. Wasn't she supposed to be angry? Why was she staring at him that way...with eyes that dripped with insanity?

Eyes that looked like the Joker.

A shiver ran up Robin's spine. Since when did Raven have that kind of look?

He clenched his fists, saying nothing as those eyes continued to glare relentlessly, until they were finally engulfed by the darkness. As soon as the dark powers faded away, Robin collapsed to the ground, trying to calm his frightened heart.

Derek was silent as he stood by the window of Raven's room, staring at the woman before him. His eyes landed on the small glass cup, tightly grasped in her hands.

If she gripped the cup any further, it would break. "Raven, don't-" Glass shattered with a loud crack, and Derek flinched involuntarily, the sting of his father's hand piercing through his thoughts.

He stared at the young woman before him, golden eyes taking in the dripping blood. "Rae, why'd you do that?" Derek whispered, confused by the sorceress' strange actions.

Raven turned and stared at Derek, a strange glint in her violet eyes. She held up her hands, watching in morbid fascination as the blood slowly ran down her arms. And then, she smiled. "I wanted to feel the pain." The teen suddenly looked up, her eyes now round and questioning. "Why can't I feel the pain?"

Derek paled as he saw Raven reaching for the pair of scissors, lying casually on the desk. "No, Raven!" He reached out, grabbed the young woman's slender wrists and began to drag her towards the bathroom sink.

He wasn't expecting Raven's knees to give way and he fell to the floor with her, groaning softly as Raven tumbled into his arms. The man bit his lip, becoming flustered at her tears. What was he supposed to do? "Rae...please don't cry."

"Don't cry..." Derek's voice trailed off as images of his mother flashed through his mind. She cried...a lot. She cried when they were sent to the private school, cried every time she bought beer from the store and cried after enduring endless beatings from her drunken husband.

'What was to blame for this outburst?' Derek wondered silently as Raven looked up at him, mumbling words that didn't sound English. And to his utter horror, he found himself understanding every word.

Raven was afraid...not of Robin but of someone else. Someone who looked exactly like Robin. And whoever he was tormented her...haunted her dreams and constantly invaded her mind. He was hunting her down...trying to take her away...

Derek didn't know what to make of the strange rambling. Why was she so afraid of this man? And what did he do to her that would inflict such fright? Why did he understand everything she said?

Suddenly she looked up, her face blank and eyes no longer teary. 'That was quick.' Sighing in relief, Derek ran his hand through his dark messy hair. A hair cut would probably do him good.

Peering up, his eyes locked onto Raven's which, to no surprise, were blank and inexpressive. Those violet orbs, though impassive...were strangely flighty and unstable. Watching them was rather nerve-wracking.

And then she smiled. Derek was officially creeped out. "I want to thank you, for...stopping me." Her roving eyes seemed to be searching for something. Something he probably didn't have.

"Raven, why. Why do you let him treat you like this?" Derek knew it wasn't the first time. He still remembered that day he came to the roof of the Tower and saw her curled up, battered and bruised. He didn't understand why at the time...

It was cold that day and the wind came in gusts, spraying the salty ocean water into the air. The sun was hidden behind the clouds...darting out here and there as if teasing all those who looked to it for warmth. It was not a day to be outside. Rarely did California get such a cold front.

So why was Raven on the roof, a considerably colder and windier place... and injured no less? Red X bent down, staring at the young woman, noticing the rather nasty bruise on her left eye. "Raven, what happened to you?"

She startled, sitting up suddenly and hissing in pain. It seemed that it wasn't just her face...must have been a nasty fight. After a while, the heroine spoke tentatively. "It's nothing. Just a scuffle turned bad. You should have seen the other guy."

At this she smiled, trying desperately to disguise the pain in her violet eyes. Red X was not fooled. "Then why are you not with your friends getting treated?"

Raven turned away and said nothing, wrapping her arms protectively against the blustering wind.

"It was not 'just a scuffle' was it." The thief drawled, suddenly becoming angered. "Raven who did this to you?"

She turned back, her eyes blank and passive. "It does not matter. Please leave me...I would not want you to get caught."

Red X cocked his head. " Was it Beastboy? Or maybe your naive alien friend?"

The sorceress laughed softly. "Do you really think they could beat me up this bad?" She shook her head, still staring out at the crashing waves. "Those two... fear me too much."

She made it sound like a bad thing, Red X mused. Then again, who would want to be feared by one you call a friend... "Robin must have been pretty angry, then." The thief bit his lip as he noticed her back stiffen. Was he the one? Did he really beat up his own team-mate?

"I suppose...if it was Robin."

Red X eased down beside her on the cold concrete floor, placing his cape around her slender shoulders.. "I know it's Robin...there's no way in hell that Cyborg would do this to you." He reached out, gently brushing his hand on her bruised face, His temper rising with every soft stroke. "Why. Why'd you let him?"

"That does not matter." She said stiffly, pushing the thief from her side and standing up.

The man watched her, his eyes noticing how she favored her right side. "He cracked a rib, Raven. What the fuck was he doing? Kicking you with his shoes?"

She flinched and he knew he was right. "Damn it Rae, why do you let him treat you like this?"

The sorceress smiled sadly. "How else can I protect Starfire."

Derek snarled. "Don't make this about her. She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself."

Raven's eyes hardened and she placed a finger on his lips. "I do not expect you to understand."

But he did understand. Starfire try as she might, couldn't understand her own boyfriend. The teenager may pretend to understand, but in her mind, Robin was a puzzle, something that couldn't be solved.

Starfire couldn't understand Robin's dark tendencies...or cope with his destructive temper. So Raven took it upon herself, and became Robin's personal punching bag.

It was ironic really. In return for her selfless actions, she beats up her friend. Derek resisted the urge to laugh...because he was reminded once again of his fucked up childhood. His father made it pretty clear he didn't want him...but it was his mother who bore the brunt of that hatred.

Simply because that's what family does. And in a twisted way, Raven wanted to protect her friend...from what she loved the most.

oOoOo

Raven pushed away from the young man and walked to the window, staring out wistfully. She remembered...Derek was not the only one to ask that question.

It was gloomy that afternoon when Raven returned, her hair no longer straight. It had frizzed from the heat of the other day, and now fell in darkened limp waves. The heroine grimaced. It would have to be washed tonight.

It didn't matter though...Raven had fun She finally learned how to bowl and had the best milkshake in the city. Life was good...or sh she thought. Raven didn't anticipate that Robin would be awake. She frowned. The drug was supposed to work for seventy two hours...maybe it was stale?

"Raven, where have you been?" Robin's voice pierced the afternoon lull. He was angry...well it was to be expected.

She squared her shoulders, not wanting Robin to think she was intimidated by his wrath. "I went to see a friend...and we went midnight bowling."

"You drugged me Raven. Why?" As usual, Robin was straight to the point. Good, the sooner she could wash her hair, the better.

"You need to stop getting so riled up about Red X. Besides, it's not like he's a serial killer...he's even saved me twice now. You can't deprive yourself of sleep every time he comes around, Robin. It's not good for you or the team."

Robin snarled pushing his teammate to the floor. "Don't tell me how to run my team!"

Raven blinked, her face once again blank and indifferent. "I was just trying to help."

"Well I don't want your help!" His steel toed boot caught her in the chest, and she bit back a cry of pain. Unfortunately this only served to anger Robin even further...

It was really bad timing...because tonight the full moon was out. Raven loses her powers every full moon. Which meant that Robin's temper tantrum was really gonna hurt this time. It wasn't like the Boy Wonder got away scott free, though. She gave him some injuries to mull over as well.

Still, Raven figured it was best not to let anyone find out. So despite the unusually cold weather, she decided to sit out on the roof and wallow in her sorrows. That was admittedly better than having to deal with an enraged Cyborg.

The sorceress certainly wasn't expecting Red X to show up on the roof that afternoon...nor did she expect him to gently bind her injured chest and wrap her bruises. But as his gloved hands ghosted along her torso, Raven found herself wishing... that they weren't on opposite sides.

He cared enough to risk getting caught...simply to help her.

But, despite all of his good deeds, Robin would never see him like she did-someone who understood her. And Raven also knew that it was impossible to try and get him to switch sides. (She did ask at one point. It seemed he had his own reasons for being a vigilante...) It pained her to know that as close as they were...it would never work.

Still she was grateful that he cared enough to dress her wounds and vow revenge on the Boy Wonder. It wasn't like she needed the attention, since by morning she'd be back to normal...but it was the thought that counted.

The sorceress slowly trailed a finger down the window, watching as her blood stained finger smeared the clean glass frame. Starfire...why does she need protecting?

Wasn't she skilled in the art of being a conniving bitch? She managed to conceal a pregnancy and abortion for nearly five months...she didn't need to be protected anymore.

Of course, once Robin found out...the game would be different. It would be less of protecting, and more of 'making sure Robin doesn't kill anyone in his rage'. Raven knew the Boy Wonder wouldn't sit still when he figured out the truth...

Maybe this whole situation was beyond her control? Maybe she should just leave Starfire to fate. If fate was kind, Robin would never learn the truth. Then again, when was fate ever kind? Hell, Robin probably knew already...

Damn it all!

Damn Starfire and her obliviousness, damn Robin and his obsessions!

Raven turned back to Derek and stared at him, her eyes once again appearing panicked and flighty. "Do you ever feel trapped...held down by life? Have you ever wished to be free?"

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Derek blanched. Because that statement sounded... strangely suicidal. He hoped that he was wrong...that her reasons for staring out the window were view related...and not pertaining to jumping.

Besides, Raven could fly...so wouldn't it be rather useless to try and jump out of a five story building? Either way, there was something seriously wrong with Raven. She just wasn't herself.

"Depends on the freedom, love. Exactly what kind did you have in mind?"

Raven turned back to the window. "Is any freedom not the same thing? Freedom of soul, of speech and of choice...they are all the same. Freedom lets you be...you. Haven't you wished you could be... yourself?"

Derek looked at her. She made a lot of sense. And he did wish he could be himself... it was all he ever wanted. The chance to make a difference, the chance to accomplish whatever he wanted.

The chance to throw away his past, give up the job of Red X. The chance to pay all his debts and be free. All he wanted was one chance...just to be himself... Just one chance.

The young woman looked back into his eyes with a beautiful smile and Derek was reminded of her once innocent dimpled grin. "You understand me. You know how I feel. I can be myself around you. Together, we have freedom."

The feeling was mutual.

There was a different scene in the main room. Normally, it would be Robin standing and debriefing the team, and they would be sitting attentively listening to his every word. Because he was the leader and it was part of the game to follow the leader.

This time, things were different. There was no team, no leader giving commands and no attentive worshipful team . Instead it was Robin, sulking on the couch, with Starfire towering menacingly above him. She was furious...and rightfully so. Who wants to hear that your boyfriend was ganging up on your best friend?

So Starfire sat him down...in order to 'set the facts straight'. He wasn't cooperating. "Robin, please listen to me...I will not be angry. I just want know if what Terra said is true. Did you really hit Raven...because of me?"

He sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time. "Yes."

"Dear X'hal! Robin, you do not need to do such things to avenge me. Besides, it was my fault. I should have never said such mean things to Raven."

Robin turned, suddenly curious. "What did you say?"

Starfire stared at her boyfriend with surprise. "It does not matter. I never want to hear anything about you and Raven fighting. You two mean a lot to me...and I would not want to have to choose between you...it would break my heart."

Robin bit his lip. Could he really make such a promise...could he really trust himself not to fight Raven, when every action of hers seemed like a silent challenge? He hated fighting with Raven...the two were best friends once, and they seemed to be in sync...the bond the two shared was inseparable.

Things changed when he started seeing things differently...he started seeing Starfire differently. At first, he ignored the feelings...because at the time such things weren't important to him.

Robin didn't need a relationship...not when he had Raven. Still, it didn't feel right to him. So he broke up with Raven...at least called off whatever relationship they had. Because it all confused him...he didn't know what to think.

And Robin could tell, Raven was confused as well. She didn't understand her feelings towards him either, and Robin didn't want to lead her on...or give any impression that he was cheating. He knew that Raven was hurt by the decision...but it was for their own good. If things turned sour...it would mess with the team. And Robin wouldn't allow his team to fall apart because of emotions.

As to why he even began dating Starfire in the first place? It was never really official...everyone thought it, and he did have feelings for her (even though they were mostly physical) but that night in Tokyo when he thought she would die...it made him realize...she did mean a lot to him.

And Robin wasn't going to let her go...he couldn't afford losing another close person in his life.

Robin resisted the urge to sigh. It was probably around then that Raven drifted apart...and suddenly every action of hers seemed hostile. Could they have been?

Maybe. But Robin was convinced that most of it was in his head. But was that any reason to beat her up...to wish that her flighty and uncontrollable spirit was his to command? To demand absolute obedience from her...when he knew it would be impossible?

Raven did give him her body...but she never offered him her soul. Robin laughed wistfully. Too bad it was the only thing he wanted.

"Robin, I have not received an answer. Do you promise?"

"I don't know."

A light scuffling in the corner of the darkened room startled Derek. It seemed that despite the open blinds, Raven's room was always shrouded in gloom...He was not expecting to see the impassive red eyes of Argent.

Yes, Derek did remember her. It was hard for him not to forget a face...especially when hers was so similar to Raven's. The two shared so many similarities that did not only pertain to the pale skin and odd colored eyes.

Right now seeing her standing in front of him, hands resting on rounded hips and lips turned down in an attractive pout, reminded him so much of Raven.

She crossed the room and shutting the heavy looking drapes, pulled Raven into an embrace, her glittering red eyes taking on a concerned and worried look. The young woman's hand flitted lightly across Raven's neck, and Derek watched in astonishment as the sorceress slumped in her arms.

Derek pursed his lips. Perhaps there was more to Argent than he realized. To the untrained eye, it may seem that Argent was simply hitting pressure points...but Derek wasn't naive.

Either Raven had an extremely sensitive neck...or Argent had an uncanny talent for taming half demons. Right now Derek wasn't sure which, exactly, but he'd figure it out eventually.

He always did.

The stagnant pause in the room was softly punctuated when the red head whispered. "You shouldn't have to see Raven like this."

Derek blinked, watching as the young woman hoisted Raven into her arms and silently padded into the darkness, her light breathing the only indication she was ever in the room. "What do you mean...'like this'."

The red-head chuckled softly as the lights flickered on, giving Derek a more detailed view of Raven's room. It was still the same as the last time, with the dark colored furniture, soft plush flooring, and a killer view of the ocean. Gazing at the walls, Derek resisted the urge to whistle.

Posters, paintings and other wall art decorated the white colored walls to the extent of obsession. And the variety was huge. There were posters of rock bands, rap artists and other musicians, sketches and paintings of buildings, people and random objects...most of them hand drawn.

She did seem to draw a lot..so they could have been hers. Some were bright and colorful, other were gloomy and depressing. Others...were just plain strange. Like the one Raven had hanging beside her closet door that depicted what seemed to him like...an execution? Perhaps he was looking at it wrong?

But what amused him the most was the center poster of that Twilight movie...with a half naked Taylor Lautner. Yes, it was amusing...but only because Raven didn't seem to be the obsessive fan girl type.

Then again...there obviously was much about Raven that he would never understand. Or he just didn't get the Twilight hype. Probably both. Why did he even know the name of that guy?

Oh yea...annoying cousin. She was only thirteen, and when the movies came out, obviously freaked. It didn't matter then cause those were her favorite books... before this vampire craze swept her school and ultimately, the nation. Now...it was the only thing that kept her alive.

"Ignorance doesn't suit you, Derek. I believe you know very well what I speak of."

Why did she have to sound so damn cryptic! "She did seem a little out of it"... He mumbled, still trying to make sense of yet another poster. Tha Carter 3? Since when?

The young man shook his head and sat down in the swivel office chair by the bookshelf. And such a comfy office chair it was...What else did Raven have lying around her room?

Like that mirror! He hadn't seen that mirror in a while. It seemed important...but then again, so was the value. If those rubies were truly real...he could retire and never have to steal again.

"Yes. I suppose she would have." Argent's voice had gone from indifferent to one of anguish. "Raven's mind is...falling apart."

The office chair spun to a halt. "Falling apart?"

(I was listening to Let Me Be Myself by 3 Doors Down when writing some parts of this.)

I felt that this last part was forced. (Tell me if it's awkward.)

We know a little bit more about "Him." I tend to drop in little hints...and foreshadow a lot. While I do plan on revising past chapters, those hints will still be there. They may seem oddly placed but just know that "He" will become important as the story progresses. (At least that's what I have in mind.)

Please review and tell me if I should add some Beastboy/Terra action. I also feel that Cyborg is missing...maybe I'll put in some commentary on his behalf (And yours).

Review! :)

~heartless16