AN: Sorry I haven't been updating this very often, I just moved, and have been playing Arkham Knight, but I finished all that, and decided that it's time I update my favorite series.

Barbra

01:00 SEP 6TH 2013 TITANS TOWER

I scanned the fridge for anything that might help me sleep when I finally gave up and decided to go watch T.V. I plopped myself down on the couch, beginning to flip through the channels.

"I guess it's a Gotham thing," I heard Raven say, looking up to see her blank face staring at the screen which was currently playing a Chinese cooking show.

"What is?" I asked, letting the show play as I angled myself to look at her better.

"Robin had a habit of flipping through the channels when he was upset, or thinking through a problem," she answered, walking around the couch to sit next to me.

I watched her for a second, waiting for her to continue before turning my attention back to the T.V. We sat there in silence for a while, the random noise of the channels turning the only thing keeping me from going crazy.

"I'm sorry," we both said in unison, confused stares on both of our faces as we stared at each other.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked, Raven turning away and pulling her hoodie tighter around her head.

"I lost control," she answered, still not looking at me. "I shouldn't have done that, especially after what you went through."

"Part of the job," I said, running my hand through my messy red hair. "Besides, I am the reason that Garfield got hurt."

"That doesn't excuse it," she said, spinning to look back at me, her hoodie pulled tight around her face so that only her nose was visible.

"Oh my god!"I sad before falling back and laughing hysterically. "Oh god, oh, oh my. I'm sorry, you just look so funny!"

"W-what?" She said, loosening the strings and looking at me, her voice actually betraying her confusion.

"Sorry, I just, I just really needed that," I said, still catching my breath as I sat up. "Hey, I just realized, why are you up so late?"

"I sensed you thinking, and I decided that I should apologize to you," she answered, pulling the head tighter around her face again.

"Wait, you have telepathy?" I asked, going over all the things that Dick had told me about her.

"Well, kinda, but only a little bit, and it's not very easy for me to control," she said, letting go of her hood.

"I know some stuff about telepathy, maybe I could try and help you," I said, standing up and bouncing on my feet.

"Why do you know about telepathy?" she asked, squinting her amethyst colored eyes.

"Apparently Dick went on a mission a while ago and got his mind attacked, so ever since then Bruce trains his team how to defend against those kind of attacks," I answered, still bouncing on my feet.

"Wait, who are Dick and Bruce?" Raven asked, her brow furrowing even more before I realized what I said.

"I meant Robin and Batman, sorry," I said, giggling a little before I fell to the floor laughing bombastically.

Renegade

01:00 SEP 6TH 2013 ADVANCED TRAINING ROOM

I rapidly punched the bag in front of me, the bandages I'd wrapped around my knuckles dripping onto my bare feet. I pulled back for a hard right hook when a large hand held my arm in place. I angrily punched where I imagined the owner of the hands face would be, only to have my left hand caught in Ravagers palm.

"A good way to gauge if your workout is going to long, is wether or not your hand is soaked in blood," he said, releasing his grip on me.

"What do you want Ravager?" I asked, looking down at my hands, red soaking the bandages.

"You've been more ruthless with your training than usual, and I'm not really a fan of loosing half my men," he answered, his brown eyes staring blankly at me.

"Sorry to upset you, but I don't really care what happens to your precious mercs," I said, unwrapping my hands.

"They're not just my men Ravager, they're your team as well," Ravager said, his voice obviously angry.

"They will never, be my team," I replied, glaring up at the blonde man I'd spent so much time with the past few months.

"These people would give their lives for you!" Ravager shouted, picking me up by my loose workout shirt.

I slipped out of his grip and pushed him back, putting all my strength into it. "I don't care if I have to fucking hurt my family because of them!" I shouted, dropping to my knees.

"That's Deathstrokes fault, not theirs!" Ravager said punching the punching bag above my head. "So don't take it out on them, okay, they're good men."

"Why do you care, aren't they just employes to you?" I asked looking up at him, his face torn between emotions.

"I've worked with these people most of my life, there are very few people I care about more," he answered, turning around and throwing my shirt to the ground. "So if you wanna take out your aggression on someone, come to me."

"What?" I asked, watching as he walked over to the wall.

"I understand that you are here against your will, and you need someone to beat up on, so it might as well be someone who can take it," he answered, opening the hidden door and looking back at me. "It's late, you should get some sleep."

AN: I'm trying to make Grant seem nicer than I had shown him to be. Thanks reviewing, and please review.