A/N: ahh the song in this chapter isn't too great, but I needed a bridge between the last chapter and this chapter. Because what happens at the end of the next chapter needs a little more explaining before it happens. Please don't flame if it sucks because I've been working hard, even though lacrosse season started and I have no time. And, if any of you know the song 'Grillz', I definitely think one of my chapters will be dedicated to that song because I am in love with that song. haha.

Dislcaimer: I don't own Teen Titans or Fall Out Boy. kthx.

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Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued

Raven dressed in the jeans she had bought earlier that morning and a tight black corset top she had previously bought. It was a little risque for her modest type of dress, but she couldn't go to a club and wear her modest clothing. It was a club, after all. And most people there would be dressed three-thousand times more skanky than something even Starfire would wear! (No offense to Starfire, but if it were legal to walk around naked, Raven sure believed she would do so. Modest clothing was NOT something she enjoyed.)

Raven was a little nervous. Really, the only reason she was doing this was to try and forget about the death that recently plagued her team. She was doing this to unwind and perhaps have a little fun for once in her life. After all, with the gift that Beast Boy had left her, she was finally able to do so. It was no way to repay him by not using it to her advantage.

Raven clasped the gem that was centered perfectly on her breast bone. "Thank you," she whispered towards the sky, fiddling with it and running her fingers over the cold and smooth gem. "You're the reason I can feel. I thank you for that."

And she could almost hear his response of, "you're welcome". Raven smiled to herself, pulled on a pair of black boots (tucking the ends of her jeans inside), and then checked her reflection. She looked decent enough. Then she combed her hair and ruffled it to tease it out slightly, smacking her lips while doing so. She was ready.

Raven crept to the door so no one would hear the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. It didn't occur to her that she could fly. "Robin!" she called down the hall where he was in his bedroom. He replied with a muffled voice that Raven assumed was her invitation to continue. "I'm going to be sleeping! Don't disturb me and make sure the other Titans don't disturb me!" she called, proud of herself with her ability to lie.

"M'kay!" he called back.

It finally occurred to Raven that she could fly. After slapping herself upside the head she flew silently over to her window, opened it up, and flew out. It took much difficulty toclose it from the outside, and again her powers occurred to her and she hit herself upside the head once more. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos," she whispered and closed with a soft click.

Raven did a mental checklist as she flew towards downtown. She had made sure to turn off all of her lights, and put pillows under her covers to mimic her body in case one of the Titans decided to check up on her. She had been sure to do everything that had needed doing. She sighed in relief, her heart still beating quite fast. If she were caught in the act, Robin would probably put her under house arrest for God knows how long, but she was almost sure she would not be caught. She had taken all precautions, and even had her communicator with her just in case. Of course it was offline, but she took it to check in every now in then, should something happen.

But those odds were a million to one.

"Calm down, Raven," she told herself as she spotted the brightly lit club, its sign flashing with a name Raven could not determine. It was a club Blackfire had told them about when she had first visited the Titans, and Raven had remembered it after all these years.

She landed down in an alleyway, as not to be seen (she had her own custom ring made by Cyborg that changed her skin into a light tan-olive, her eyes into a soft Caribbean blue, and her hair into an electric black. For some reason, while the Titan men wore two, one on each middle finger, she and Starfire only had to wear one on her thumb, which seemed like an ordinary thumb ring.

Raven raked her fingers through her hair, which was soft, silky, and straight as ever (she had done it up especially for her first club outing; normally she didn't give a rat's ass) and sighed. This was going to be a long night.

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Raven made it past security by taking one of the security men aside and explaining who she was, and producing her Titan Identification Card and taking off her ring for a quick moment. The man, named Mack, a tall and broad black man that reminded her a lot of Cyborg (with his attitude and tone of voice), accepted her in with a smile. She leaned up on tip-toes to kiss his cheek and thank him profusely, before trotting inside. She had promised herself earlier only one person would know about her true identity, and that would be the bouncer. He would have to know to let her in. Besides that, she was undercover.

Raven led herself down a hallway, dark and dank, with couples scattered across it, a few talking, a few making out, and a few doing God knows what.

She could still turn back now.

Too late. She entered a large room with a DJ on turn tables to the right, coupled with a large dance floor, and a bar to the left with tables scattered. A few were sitting at the bar, but most were on the dance floor, obviously, dancing.

Raven immediately took to a table and waited for a few minutes, before a man came up to her. He was about 5' 11" and had a gaunt yet fairly handsome face with brown eyes and soft russet hair. "Hey there," he started, taking a seat next to her, turning it around, and straddling the back of it while facing her. "You new here?"

"How could ya tell?" she asked with a slight smile.

"Never seen you around here before. I know everyone who comes here. You're the first noob in quite a while," he told her, smirking softly. "And quite a pretty noob, should I say so myself. I'm Doug." He stuck out his hand.

"I'm Rachael," she stated, sticking out her own had and shaking his. "Can you introduce me to some people around here?"

"Of course!" he exclaimed jubilantly. Doug stood and took her hand, leading her into the wild throng of young people dancing on the floor. "You're gonna love the people here," he told her. "So nice and just great people."

"It's just past eight and I'm feeling young and reckless," Raven told him with the small smile still on her face. "I'm sure I'll love them."

The two stopped in front of the throng and Doug released her hand. Five people dancing in a close pack all turned to look at her and smiled. "Hey," they all said, though it varied from person to person so Raven really couldn't make it out.

"Guys, this is Rachael. She's new here, so show her some love," Doug started, his hand moving to her shoulder, his touch light and sensitive.

A blonde girl pushed her way to the front of the crowd and smiled bright, showing off a set of pearly whites. Her eyes were a powerful hazel and bored into you. "I'm Alexa," she greeted, coming forward to envelope her a hug. "You can call me Aly. That's what everyone calls me."

"Or cutie-pie," a man with dark brown almost onyx hair stated, coming towards the front so Raven could look up at him. Way up. He had to be 6' 6" or something close! "I'm Ryan." He hugged her. "Rach, eh? You'll get used to it here. Came in here for a drink once and came back every night afterwards."

Raven chuckled slightly. "I'm sure I will. But for now I just want to fit in. That's not really my thing, if you get what I mean."

"Yea, I get it," a girl with russet curls, loose yet bouncy, and studious black glasses that framed her face and made her look intelligent, yet attractive. "I used to be like that-bookworm, studious, and geek, pretty much. Then Ryan got me to come here and I've pretty much let loose ever since. I'm Tyra," she greeted, shaking her hand.

Two more people, one a girl and one a guy, both greeted themselves as Tammy and Dan, respectively. Doug invited 'Rachael' to dance with them, and after a little while she sort-of got the hang of it and began her awkward dancing. It was half and hour before she retired from her dancing (which had really gotten much better) to sit in her original seat. She told Doug and his friends (who she had been talking with, getting to know), that she was going to take a little break and then come back.

Raven was downing a bottle of water when a hot and slightly sweaty Doug came over, and collapsed in the chair next to her. "Hey Rae," he started, apparently comfortable with nicknaming her even though he just met her. "What's cracking?"

"Just a little winded. I've never danced in a crowd like that for thirty minutes straight," she told him with a smirk, taking another swig of her water. "Never knew that dancing these days got so...sexual," she told him.

"Neither did I until I actually started going to clubs," he told her. "You get used to it, trust me."

"I'll try," she responded.

There was a slight silence. You know, except for the pulsing music in the joint, and the loud and obnoxious chatter. "Can I have a sip?" he asked, motioning to the bottle of water in her hand. It took Raven a while (and she had to look down to see what he was motioning to) to realize what he was talking about.

"Oh yeah, sure," she replied, handing him the water bottle and watching as he drained a quarter of it's contents.

"Thanks," he replied breathlessly, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. "Wanna get back out there?"

Raven half-smiled towards him. "Sure." He placed the water bottle on the table next to her purse and took her hand to lead her back out near his friends. He laughed as she tried to get back into the rhythm, and placed his hands on her hips to help her rotate her hips and get the correct rhythm. Raven laughed at her own attempts to dance, being a complete idiot in said area of expertise.

"Just feel the rhythm," he told her, and after a few minutes she had FINALLY gotten the rhythm. He smiled in success. "Another woman I have taught to dance successfully. Most times, though, it ends with me sleeping with the woman."

Raven only laughed.

Then, there was a slight arousal of excitement from a crowd near them, and Raven looked over to see a man and a woman busting out into a dance, doing their own thing, but surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

And boy, was the man handsome.

"Who's that?" Raven asked, entranced by his emerald green eyes that shone even in the slight distance between them.

"Hah, don't even think about it, Rach," he told her as they continued to dance in close proximity, Raven rotating her hips into his. "That's Keith. He's the most seductive guy you'll ever meet. He can seduce a girl and sleep with her in ten minutes flat, including time it takes to get from her to his apartment, fifteen minutes away."

"Damn," Raven breathed, but she knew in her mind she was probably still going to try. She couldn't deny there was something mysterious about him.

"Yea, so stay off. Don't want you getting hurt, Rae," he told her.

"You seem to care a lot about someone you've just met," she stated suspiciously.

"Everyone here is like family. Even the noobs. Don't think it's just you," he told her. "And you're a pretty outgoing girl. How can someone not feel close to someone like you?"

Wow. If the Titans ever heard that, they'd flip. Not to mention they'd kill Raven if they ever found out that she was here in the first place. She blatantly lied to go party with people she didn't even know. It really sounded bad when you took it out of context.

"Rae?" he asked.

"Yea?" she responded, tearing her head away from the man dancing close to the slutty girl in the low cut denim skirt and the belly-exposing tight pink top.

"Promise me you won't go after him. We have a nickname around here for him: sixty-second seducer. Not too great, but you get the point," he stated.

"Yea, I get it. But I'm not making any promises."

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