Ok so This is going pretty well though like I said before I have a-b-s-o-l-u-t-e-l-y no idea what I'm going. Same as normal then. So Please read and review to tell me what you think and if you have any ideas I'm all ears. Figuratively speaking (cause that'd be creepy). All right then of we're off…but not too see that damn Wizard. He gets too much press as it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans anymore than I did in the last chapter.

Chapter 4:

Observing myself in the mirror I finally conceded. There was absolutely nothing that could be done. I now understand why that punk uses so much gel. After a hellish ride from the tower with the boy blunder high on adrenaline my hair was sticking up in a t least 6 different angles, 2 of which I was pretty sure were not physically possible in three dimensions. Hastily glancing around the washroom for any other patrons, and finding nothing but some questionable toilets, and the usual ammonia bathroom smell, I crossed my index and middle fingers in front of my face. Opening my eyes and seeing them flash bright white. I brought them downwards and watched in satisfaction as my hair slowly pulled its' self into place. "One problem solved" I grumbled to myself.

On my way back to the door I stopped. Long robe and leotard…not really the best "day out" clothes. Another quick hand motion and I ran my eyes up and down critically. Tight black jeans, studded belt, purple/black t-shirt. Not bad, not bad, just one more thing. A snap of her fingers and a flare of onyx flames and a silver crescent necklace appeared over the words " I'm soooo interested" which appeared across her chest. As She left the room she glimpsed herself in the mirror and the word "NOT" Slashed across her back.

Walking into the small, badly lit, café, packed full of emo kids, Goths, and a large number of people wearing berets and with scraggly goatees, I felt a hint of pride, see a number of eyes turn towards me, and a few jaws drop. That is until Robin, who had somehow produced a pair of ripped blue jeans and a dark red shirt, practically jumped up, and slid his arm around my waist. Not many jaws can stay dropped when faced with Robins patented death glare.

Pushing a coffee into my hands Robin practically dragged my out of the store. Looking back I was mildly proud to see a few faces pressed to the windows. After a few more steps the feeling wore off and a number off those faces suddenly plunged, all of them finding their chairs had mysteriously collapsed. Robins grin was infectious "Stroke of luck there" he said gazing back with what may have been pride. "Faulty design" I said trying my best to sound nonchalant. Walking down the street caffeine in hand and Robins' arms still around my waist I felt a little giddy.

"So where to now?" Robin asked, I smirked "Anywhere? Really? I must be the luckiest girl in the world." "Haha" Robin said "your such a comedian Rae." Despite the fact that I have no idea where the dreaded "Rae" came from, and the fact that normally I would have left someone hanging from the ceiling for using it, suddenly I felt myself warming to it. Wonder why. Smiling, I led him by his one hand, though the motion was still new and mildly uncomfortable, down the street.

Halfway down, I swerved into and alley and pressed him behind me. "Wow, Raven I never would have thought you…" "Don't even say it, I know what your thinking and trust me, you DO NOT want to say that." One eyebrow raised "Then why…" I gestured towards the small bank down the street. He looked "Shit" the front windows and been torn off and Cinderblock was cheerfully ripping up and ATM. By the time he turned around I was already fully robed again. After I had put such effort into my outfit for once. In one motion that should have been impossible he ripped off both shirt and jeans in one motion. It turned out he wore that…colourful… uniform all the time. "Weirdo" I said before launching myself out from the shadows.

I hit cinderblock, a kick straight in the chest at 85 miles per hour. In The absence of Cyborg…Boohya. So it began….Jump…Drop kick…levitate…pass to Robin…throw lamppost (always a favourite). With Robin panting beside me he was finally down, I levitated a rock above his head as he struggled to get up. Position and…Drop. The rock head slumped to the ground but I didn't notice. I was too busy gasping in horror. Robin was patting me on the back but I barely felt it. "Nice job Rave…" Before he finished I was gone.

………………………………………………………………………………………………

Materializing in my room I immediately set candles around the room alight. Lotus position, It came out "Azarath Metrion Zinthos, Azarath Metrion Zinthos.." Half an hour later I heard knocking on my door. "Raven, Raven are you Ok?" He sounded frantic. A small part in the back of my mind that wasn't already caught up in a panic the meditation hadn't helped thought "Awwww". The door slid open and Robin took a step back at the abruptness. I stared at him for a second before throwing myself in to his arms. I looked into his eye, wide with worry, "Raven, what's wrong?" I took a deep breath "Robin back there, with Cinderblock, I didn't drop the rock" He looked at me without understanding so I went on "For a second there my powers were just….

Gone."

Opinions? Please Tell me what you think. Having no life of my own my only joy is hearing the kind words of my reviewers. Yeah pathetic isn't it? Please Read and Review.

PEACE