(A.N, I'm sooo sorry it took longer to put this one up. I had like 6 pages of writing and I hadn't saved any of it yet, so my computer thought it'd be funny to close the window I had open. D'X …But aannnyway, thank you ale2786, Rein Lin, Moving Mountains, and once again fireflight33. You people are amazing. And I hope you're talking about writing the second part of As the Table Turns, because I luurved it! =D Oh, and yes, you guys are right, the songs are by My Chemical Romance =D. Now, on to more of the nonsense my mind spews, lol)

Third person; After the Battle

Raven was flying over Jump City, to a morgue down town, with Terra's body en tow. Her costume was in tatters, and she had a large patch of dried blood on her cheek. Seeing the titan under normal circumstance would have been startling enough, but having her appear in front of you at your work looking as she did now was damn near frightening. To prove the point, the mortician nearly fell over on seeing the beaten and battered girl.

"C-can I h-help you, young la-lady?" the mousy old woman stuttered.

"Yes, do you have an open table?" Raven asked in monotone.

"Yes, yes, right this way," the old woman said, leading Raven into a back room with about a dozen tables, most of which were occupied.

"Uh…do you have any where more private? The body that I'm entrusting into your care is that of a hero, and she deserves the best…not that any of these people don't, but…" the telepath trailed off, not quite sure what to say.

"Ah…was she lost in battle?" the woman asked.

"Yes, she was."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear. Yes, follow me," the woman went to a door on the left side of the room. Upon entering Raven saw that it was an averaged sized room, and there was a solitary table in the middle that was unoccupied. "Will this do?" the old woman asked.

"Yes, this is fine, thank you," Raven brought Terra's body into the room, and gently laid her down on the table. "But, and I know you are with every body that comes under care, but please, be very careful with her body."

Once the curse had been lifted Terra's hair had gone back to it's original color, her skin was closer to it's normal pigment, but was still slightly gray tinged, and her eyes had reverted back to their beautiful, clear blue. 'The same shade that the sky was this morning," Raven thought, but she quickly banished the thought, for it was sure to bring back tears.

"Of course, of course," the old woman nodded eagerly. Raven held out her hand, palm forward. A black portal opened in front of it and a red dress zoomed out. Raven caught it delicately and handed it to the mortician.

"She is to be buried in this," the old woman held it up in front of her and looked it up and down.

"It's very beautiful, but… red isn't exactly funeral appropriate," she said, looking up at Raven.

"I don't care. And her body…well…it's a mess…her heart exploded…but I'm sure it's nothing you can't handle," Raven said, her voice inching towards menacing.

"Yes, I can handle it. When do you want the body prepared by?"

"Contact the Titans when it's perfect," and with that Raven rose into the air and phased through the roof.

Third person; Back at the Tower

Raven came through the floor in the living quarters of the tower. Three of the other four titans were there, and had been waiting for her to return. Upon seeing her they rushed forward.

"Do you know where the other portal came from?" Robin asked.

"I have no idea, and I don't really care at the moment," she said, looking over them. Robin had tiny cuts and scratches on his face, his mask had a slight rip on the right side and was starting to slip off. He had cuts all over his uniform, and Starfire's outfit was damaged in all the same ways as robin, except their were no visible marks on her skin. Raven looked over at Cyborg. He had long gouges in the metal of his limbs and torso, and coming from his mouth was a single trail of dried blood. "You should all go clean yourselves up. Where's Beast Boy?" she asked.

"The whereabouts of Beast Boy are unknown," Starfire informed her. Raven nodded at the information, and then sank through the floor and turned up in her bathroom. She approached the sink, turning on the faucet, placing a hand on either side of the sink, and looked into the mirror to finally take in her appearance. Her uniform was sliced all over, a particularly large rip went diagonally across her stomach, and other, smaller ones, covered her arms. Her belt was completely missing. She took off her hooded cape and looked it over. The back of it was shredded. Raven put her hand on her back and could feel bare skin. Taking in a deep breath she looked into the mirror to see her face.

Four angry lines were barely visible beneath the dried blood that covered her left cheek, and over flowed down to cover part of her neck and stain the neck of her uniform. The sound of shattering ceramic filled the bathroom. There was a spider web crack in the mirror, originating from where Ravens eyes were reflected. The telepath looked down at the sink. There was a crack that spilt the sink in two, and the water from the faucet was seeping through the crack, onto the floor. Using her black energy, Raven fixed the sink, though left the mirror cracked.

She started using the warm water to rinse the dried blood off her face and neck. She watched as the watered down blood made it's way down the drain. After trying to get the blood off of her for a minute, she gave up and decided to just take the shower. She stood there and let the hot water sooth her sore muscles. After shampooing and conditioning her hair, she stepped out of the comforting warmth of the shower and back into the harsh reality of the events that had occurred that day. She quickly towel dried her hair and made her way to her closet.

Raven put on a fresh leotard and cloak, but instead of her usual blue, she wore red. After a quick once over in her mirror, she put up her hood and went to join the others down stairs. Stepping into the living room of the tower she saw Robin and Starfire were already down here, but neither of them were speaking. They obviously had done their own version of what Raven had, because they were both wearing fresh clothing, though Robin's skin was still plagued with injuries. Raven held her hands up in front of her, palms forward, as if stopping traffic. Robin's whole body started glowing blue, and his cuts started to fade, and it was then that Starfire and The Boy Wonder saw that Raven had entered the room.

"Thanks," Robin said after his body had stopped glowing. He looked at her outfit curiously. "Why are you wearing red?"

"In Azarath we wear red in times of mourning," she lied convincingly. "Where's Cyborg?" Robin had opened his mouth to speak, but stopped short as the cybernetic man walked into the living room. Robin's look of puzzlement deepened as he took in Cyborg's new appearance. Raven looked up, and was startled to see that Cyborg's circuitry was no longer light blue, but deep red.

"Why are you wearing red?" Robin asked.

"Because it was Terra' favorite color," he replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. Raven's cheeks flushed and she looked away from the other titans. "What are you going to do with him when he gets back?" Cyborg continued. Raven whirled around at the question, her jaw dropping and her eyebrows coming together.

"I don't know yet," Robin said, turning to look out the window, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're not going to punish him for what he did, if that's what you're talking about," Raven said, outraged. Robin looked over at her.

"Raven, I can't just let him get away with attacking another teammate-"

"Let me deal with Beast Boy when he comes home," Raven said firmly to her leader.

"Fine, but if he's still angry with you…" Robin trailed off threateningly. Raven didn't respond to him, and the four of them sat there waiting for their green teammate to come home, rarely talking to one another.

After waiting for several hours, it was getting late enough to be acceptable as bedtime, and one by one they went up to their bedrooms to go to sleep, leaving Raven alone in the living room. Robin gave her a fleeting glance, before saying goodnight and heading off to bed. Raven waited up for Beast Boy for another hour, and shortly after one o'clock in the morning decided to go get some sleep.

Raven had drifted to sleep soon after laying down, and the first images of a dream were dancing in the peripheral vision of her subconscious when a growl issued from one of the darkest shadows in her room. She sat up in her bed, her hands alight with her dark magic. Sensing Beast Boy's presence, she bound his arms and legs to him, using her magical abilities to change him back into his human form. She didn't want to fight the changeling, but she wasn't going to sit back and let him mar her face again.

"Raven, it's me, Beast Boy, I'm so sorry, I-"

"What were you growling at, Beast Boy?" she asked.

"Oh," he said, remembering his earlier hostility. "I thought someone else was in here," he said, but before he could finish his sentence, the lights in Raven's bedroom came on, the sudden brightness stabbing at both of their eyes. They scanned the room, but found no one. Raven released Beast Boy, who had been standing in the shadow of her curtains, next to her now open window.

"Was that open when you got here?" she asked.

"No, I opened it," he said. She got out of her bed and walked over to where he was standing, still sporting her red ensemble, minus the cloak. "Raven, listen, I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking clearly and I let my anger get the best of me, but that's no excuse for what I did, and I would totally un-" she flung her arms around his neck.

"Shut up, Garfield," she mumbled. He recovered himself and wrapped his arms around her. They stood like that for a few moments. She pulled away from him and stepped back, keeping one hand on his shoulder. He glanced down at her new color.

"Red?" she gave him the same lie she had given Robin, and he accepted it without a second thought.

"I've placed Terra's body in a morgue," she started. "And told the mortician to call us when her body is ready. The only question left is if she should have a city memorial service," she paused, remembering her dream from last night and shuddered. "Or a small, private funeral."

"She deserves a parade," he said, his jaw set.

"I know she does, but would she want one?" Raven asked, silently opting for the private funeral. His jaw unclenched as doubt set in. "We'll talk about it in the morning, okay? We both need to get some rest now," he nodded and turned to leave. "I'll see you in the morning, sleep well," she said as he walked away from her. He turned back.

"Good night, Raven, and thank you," she gave him a halfhearted smile, and he walked out of her room, her door closing automatically behind him.

Raven flopped back down onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. There was a strange feeling in her stomach, as if she weren't alone in her room. She sat up and looked about, and found that she was alone.

Just then she heard an almost silent knock on her door. She got back up and the door opened at her approach.

"I thought I heard voices," Robin said.

"You did, Beast Boy just got back, but now he's probably taking a shower and going to bed," she informed him. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't worry, he apologized, and it was sincere. That's all I wanted," Robin exhaled through his nose, feeling as if his leader duties had been neglected. She looked down and noticed he was once again shirtless, wearing his red pajama pants and his mask. Her eyes lingered for a moment on his perfectly sculpted abs, where there was still a relatively good sized cut.

"I must have missed that earlier," she mumbled, and without realizing what she was doing placed her hand on the wound. The cut healed quickly and her hand remained a moment too long on his stomach. She pulled it back, blood flooding her cheeks. She looked up at her leader, who's cheeks seem slightly pink also.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"I should probably…" she said, pointing her thumb behind her to her bed.

"Yeah, I'm gonna…" he said, rubbing the back of his head nervously, and used the same thumb gesture to point to his own bedroom door across the hall.

"Uhm, yeah, well…good night," Raven said embarrassed.

"Yeah, uh, good night, Raven," he said…but they both just stood there awkwardly. He started to chuckle, embarrassed, and turned to go to his room. The moment he had turned, Raven spun around facing her bedroom, the door closed swiftly behind her, and she leaned up against it. 'What the was that?!' she thought to herself. She turned off her lights and went back to her bed. That night, the violet haired girl's dreams were filled with iris-less black and white masks, and clear blue eyes.

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The next morning, Raven woke up, and was startled to see that the sun had already made it's way past the horizon and hung low in the sky, beginning it's day long trek to the west coast. She jumped out of bed, washed her face and brushed her teeth and hair, the whole time a ball of grief sat uncomfortably between her heart and her throat. She walked out of her bathroom and head out into the hallway, grabbing her red cloak that was hanging on a peg next to her bedroom door. She swung the cloak around onto her and raised the hood, mentally preparing for the meeting that was about to take place. There was only one person in the conference room when she entered it though.

Robin was sitting in the chair at the head of the table, his arms crossed, his head resting on his shoulder. His eyes were closed (and for some reason you can tell, even though he's wearing a mask), his mouth hanging open slightly. On seeing his relaxed, vulnerable form, Raven felt an odd sensation in her stomach. She smiled to her self and went and took her place in the chair to the right of his. Raven looked down at the table, studying the way it shined in the fluorescent light. She had no idea how long she had been sitting there when the door open and Cyborg walked into the room. Robin jumped a little at the sound of Cyborg's approach, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked over to see Raven sitting next to him and raised an eyebrow. He looked up at Cyborg, Cyborg nodded, and sat in the chair to Robin's left.

"How long have you been in here?" Cyborg asked his leader.

"Not long…" Robin trailed off, making the statement more of a question and he looked over at Raven for a possible answer. She shrugged her shoulders in response, and he frowned shortly before stretching and yawning. "Where are the others?" he asked to no one in particular.

"I think I heard Starfire getting ready, and I'm pretty sure Beast Boy is still asleep," Cyborg informed him.

"Beast Boy won't be up for a while," Raven threw in. Robin nodded.

"He doesn't need to be hear for the first part of the meeting anyways. He didn't see it," Raven raised a questioning brow. "The other portal," he reminded her. 'Oh, that's right,' she thought. She hadn't thought of it since Robin brought it up last night when she first got home. They remained silent until Starfire arrived and took the seat next to Cyborg. Robin inhaled deeply through his nose, and let the air rush put through his mouth.

"Alright…there are some obvious questions about what happened yesterday. One, clearly being 'Who was the man in the mask and where did he come from?' ,two 'What was he after?', and three… 'Where did his body go?'…Any idea's?" he asked the room at large.

"I ran a ton of searches last night and couldn't find any recorded sightings of the man before," Cyborg said.

"He seemed to have a lot of knowledge about us," Starfire added. "And a special interest in you, Raven," Robin looked over to Raven at this, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't deny what Starfire had said, because she had thought the same thing.

"He didn't seem to have an M.O," Raven pointed out.

"Except to toy with us," Robin said angrily. Raven nodded in agreement. Robin looked back up at the empath. "I know I asked you this last night, but do you have the slightest idea where the portal came from, or where his body went?"

"I can't lie, the nature of the portal looked exactly like my own, but I'm not aware of another Azrathians presence here on Earth," Raven said. Starfire huffed. Raven's eyes shot to the Tameranean, who was sitting with her arms crossed, looking away from the rest of the team. "What was that, Starfire?" Raven asked, her eyes narrowing. Starfire looked at the telepath, keeping her arms crossed.

"I merely think that if someone from your own dimension was here, surely you would know."

"I never said that someone from Azarath was here, I said I didn't know if anyone was here, and maybe they're not," Raven said, her voice rising.

"You are here, and that is enough. You killed that man, Raven! And then his body just happens to vanish into a portal that looks strikingly like yours?" Starfire demanded, standing up, and hitting her hands down onto the table. Her eyes started glowing green.

"I killed him because he was intent on killing the rest of you! What would you have done, Starfire?" Raven yelled back, blowing off the accusation. Her eyes went white.

"I would have handled the situation some other way! And above that you mutilated Terra's body, Raven!" Raven lost any amount of restraint she had lunged at the alien with a scream. Starfire met the telepath in the air, with a war cry of her own. There was a blinding flash of black and green light that was followed by stunning silence. Both the boy's had been watching helplessly as the girl's had started arguing, and hadn't reacted in time to stop the confrontation. The light went away, and Robin and Cyborg found themselves against the back wall of the room. They had been thrown out of their chairs at the collision.

Raven and Starfire were on other sides of the room from each other, both standing with their feet planted, arms away from them, prepared to attack again, panting slightly. Starfire had a small nose bleed, and there was a small trail of blood coming from the side of Raven's mouth. Neither one's eyes had gone back to normal, and Starfire's hands weren't visible though the star bolts she had ready. There were black trundles of energy coming from the floor in a circle around Raven, rising a few feet above her head, and spinning rapidly, causing a strong wind to rip through the room. Her hands were also hidden from sight by her powers. Raven looked over at Robin and Cyborg, who, to be honest, had looks of sheer panic on their faces. She then looked at the Tameranean standing opposite her, and noticed her nose bleed. Her powers subside immediately. She looked down at her hands, appalled at what she had down.

Starfire saw what was wrong here, and her powers dimmed as well.

"Raven, I am sorry, I-"

"No, Starfire, don't. You're not the one who should be sorry, I should have controlled myself," Beast Boy walked into the room, and froze.

"What happened?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Just an accident, don't worry about it," Raven said, while using her powers to put the chairs right. His brows came together, doubt plain on his features.

"I heard a scream and what sounded like an explosion, and you're going to tell me it was an 'accident'?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes I am," Raven said simply and sat back down in her chair. Starfire came forward and resumed sitting in her own chair, smiling widely at Raven. The telepath returned with a smaller, but it was just as sincere as the alien's.

Robin and Cyborg slowly got up from the floor and sat back down at the table. Though he was totally and utterly confused, he took his seat on Raven's right and the whole team was finally assembled.

"Uhm…there's really only one thing left to discuss…" Raven said.

"And that is?" Robin prompted.

"Small funeral, or public service…" they all looked down at the table. "We know she deserves a parade, but would she have wanted one?" Raven continued.

"She does indeed deserve the grandest of parades," Starfire said firmly.

"Yes…but, really, I don't think Terra would have wanted one," Robin said, looking at Raven. He too remembered her dream, and he didn't know what effect it would have on Raven if they had a public memorial.

"I think it should be small, and private," Beast Boy said, keeping his eyes on the table. The other four looked at him and back to each other.

"That settles the matter then. She'll have a small, friends only, funeral," Robin said. Raven stood up and looked at her leader. He nodded and she left the room. 'I just need some time to myself,' she thought, and went up to the roof.

She laid down in the middle of the landing pad, her face, hands, and legs exposed to the weak early autumn sun, that was now halfway across the sky. In a way, she was meditating. The sounds of the city didn't travel over the bay, there were no trees near the tower for birds to nest in, no parks for children to play in, no noise whatsoever, except the gentle lapping of the water against the shore, could reach Raven here. She gave a content sigh, thinking of nothing, when suddenly all her thoughts turned to her behavior over the last day and a half. 'Sorrow, grief, joy, humor, rage-' At the thought of the word, something invaded her mind, making her cry out in pain.

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AN, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I ran the story into the ground…I guess I write better when I don't know where I'm going with it, so I'll try not to plan the rest of the story. Lol. Anyways, I was almost done writing this when I saw Infernal Damnation's review. XD Thank you, and as for the killing thing, I'm not going to comment.