So, here I am, with another update! -dodges rotten fruit thrown at her- Well, you know what, I'm sorry! I'm updating now, right? RIGHT!?

Danny just sat there, staring into Raven's puzzled and somewhat angry eyes. He noticed she wasn't bothering to stand at the moment; instead she was floating an inch off the ground. As much as Danny loved flight and the exhilaration of it, he didn't think he could handle it twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. It was nice to feel the anchor of the ground, the one constant in Danny's life.

Raven cocked an eyebrow at him, and asked him in her usual flat voice, "Are you done staring?"

Danny blinked, averting his eyes to the white sheets folded crisply over him. For once, he really had nothing to say. He didn't want to start blurting out random information to Raven, that would compromise his strategic position (the little one he had) and ultimately screw him over. Not that he wasn't already, but no need to add insult to injury.

Right?

Danny felt like the walls of the room were playing a game with him. One called 'crush Danny with our imaginary personification into reality game'. Not fun. The walls were growing cracks that looked eerily like crook toothed grins, and the floor tiles were detaching themselves and taking flight around the room. They were circling closer and closer around Danny's head, their edges razor-sharp and ready to slice him to ribbons in a moment…

In other words, Danny was:

a) Going crazy. A completely possible and plausible option, what with the insanity of everyday life for Danny.

b) He was high on morphine. Which he seriously doubted due to the fact that he didn't think the Titans would give him morphine to help with pain, or any other painkiller for that matter.

c) He had a mind breach and these were the side effects of some serious mind digging.

Danny favored c). So he raised his gaze to the intense one of Raven. Despite the fact she was rifling through Danny's thoughts (though not the ones about the present, or she would know exactly what his opinion of unauthorized mind invasion and what he was going to do about it), she looked calm, cool and collected.

So, she had the three vital c's down. Danny could push her out just as easily as she slipped in. And it probably wouldn't even be hard. He nudged with his mind. She looked startled, but marked it off as a slip in concentration.

Wrong move, Danny mused to himself in an almost sadistic way. He allowed a humorless smile to grace his lips as he shoved with all his might at the foreign presence in his head.

Let's take a trip back to Mind Reading and Defending 101. It's pretty easy to fight your way into a mind, whether it be working or not. Level of intelligence doesn't factor in much.

Now, pushing someone out of your mind is a completely different story. While invading someone's mind requires little to no exertion of memories, kicking someone is all about the past.

Danny didn't just shove with his mind, because, really, what's the use in that? Using a push like you would on a test if you were desperate to remember an answer is pointless, and the weakest form of the defense for the mind.

No, Danny used all of the painful memories of his past. You've got to wind the competition, then go in for the kill.

He thought up all the worst things of his life. He went with physical pain first. That time Skulker slammed him into a wall. That time the Box Ghost threw a (you guessed it!) box at his head, when Ember strummed some tangible chords at him that packed a real punch, when Dash slammed him into a locker.

But when Danny didn't feel the usual slip of grip on his mind, he switched to his reserves. Something much more painful than an ectoblast that connects. He used his memories of the deceased that he loved so much.

Jack Fenton, his proud and bumbling father. Always inventing some new moronic looking invention, with an equally moronic name to suit it. Somehow, though, they always pulled through in the end. It proved his father's unnoticed genius. That, and he was always there to help if Danny needed it, and if he had known what was going on ghost wise, Danny was sure he would've helped out with that too.

Maddie Fenton, the outgoing prodigy ghost hunter extraordinaire, with her patented Fenton bazooka and polished goggles always at the ready. Danny knew she felt something was going on with him, but if she suspected it was of the ghostly sort he would never know. Looking back, it didn't really matter that sometimes she wasn't with Danny but locked up in the basement to be by herself, studying her passion and always trying to improve. Danny liked it that way. She was there when he really wanted, just like his father, and all that mattered was that she cared.

Mr. Lancer. Well…he did give Danny that extra chance on the poetry assignment, and he was mentor-ish in a weird sort of way… It just hurt that he was gone, ands the sting of what felt like abandonment was still there.

Then there was Tuck-

"Ack!" With a shriek, Raven's hold on his mind gave way. Danny barely noticed, he was so immersed in the past, but he was startled out of his revelry when a mysterious black energy (not burning like the one before, that his feet had unfortunately come into contact with) lifted him up.

It was odd to feel levitation without knowing that Danny was controlling it himself. He was turned over, so he was facing the ground. Raven stood underneath him, chanting an odd incantation. Her eyes were shut, and her face was devoid of any emotion.

At least, until she opened her eyes. Then she looked seriously pissed.

"Alright," she fumed, but in a weird way. Her voice was controlled, sounding no different than it's usual leave-me-alone tone. Somehow she still managed to convey the if-you-don't-shut-up-I-may-just-kill-you kind of vibe. Huh. Danny made a mental note to figure out how she did that some day.

"I want to know exactly what you did and how you did it, now. I don't want a bunch of fluff tacked onto the end, I don't want it glossed over, I want the cold hard truth. So you better give it to me."

Danny stuttered. "I-uh, I mean…" He regained his thought process. "And what have you got on me?" Danny knew it was a lame cover-up, but it was all he had.

"What do I have on you…hmm…maybe this?" she pondered in a mocking manner. On her last two words, the dark energy that was wrapped around him tightened, and Danny let the air that occupied his lungs escape in a whoosh.

When the vice grip loosened, Danny kept his face at a deadpan. "Well, yes, there is that."

Raven nodded. "So, what's been going on?"

Danny just rose his eyebrows. "I don't think I'm going to-oof- and answer many questions, partic-oof-ularly that one if I'm being hung upside down and-"

"Point taken," Raven muttered hotly, letting the now upside down (and she had been shaking him slightly while he protested) drop back onto the bed.

"There. Now, on with the explanation."

"Well, the truth is," Though Danny was never one to look weak and at a loss, but it seemed there was no way out. "ah, I really don't know."

Raven just kept waiting, never lifting her chilling gaze from Danny's.

"What do you want me to say? Yes, I was the villain this whole time, I have this huge obsession with the Teen Titans and I just HAD to get autographs, so I schemed up this whole insane evil plan just to get myself locked in a room with a Titan and--OH MY GOLLY GOSH, YOU'RE A TEEN TITAN!" He rose to his knees, scrambling around him, like he was frantically searching for a piece of paper and pen. "NO! I don't have anything for you to sign! Oh," he cried, falling back and draping his hand on his forehead.

Raven didn't look amused. "No. I want a straight answer."

"I. Don't. Know." Danny noticed this conversation was following along the same lines as the one he shared with Robin. Except this time, no one was going to step in to stop the shouting and screaming and general first grade kind of stuff.

Well. Not good at all.

"Not good enough."

"All I have."

Raven pushed off the side of the bed and planted her feet on the ground. "Come with me."

She opened the door and ascended a stairwell, leading up to what Danny was sure the Titan living room.

The Titans were usually in that same living room.

So much for trying not to screw himself over.

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