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It's been three days since Beast Boy and Raven had kissed and they have spent every second they possibly could since the together. During this time Raven has come to know the wonders of Garfield Mark Logan like never before. He wasn't the stupid little kid he made everyone think he was. She was beginning to realize that the guy she thought she knew was nothing more than a child's coping mechanism, and with that she was determined to find out who her boyfriend and teammate really was.
"Beast Boy, Raven we need you both in the common room, Now!" Their oh so fearless bird brain of a leader ordered. The couple begrudgingly trotted to the common room.
"It's about time you two got here!" Robin snarled.
"Robin. Who do you think you're talking to?" Raven asked in her monotone. Robin narrowed his eyes at her and gestured to the gigantic moniter that was resting on the wall. On it was a newspaper article from 10 years prior.
Wanted Dead or Alive: Garfield Mark Logan
Under that was a picture of a seven year old.
A seven year old with green skin, green eyes, and green hair.
Raven turned to her boyfriend eyes wide. He had a hard expression on his face.
"Garfield, wha-" Raven tried, only to be interrupted by the boy in question.
"Save it Rae! You wouldn't understand. None of you would ever understand!" He said in a broken voice. It broke the empath's heart to pieces, but as a hero she had to stay strong. She dropped the amnesiac's hand and stepped away from him towards their leader.
"Stay away from me Garfield." She said in a low emotionless voice. "It can never work between us..."
Beast Boy immediately ran to his room and packed his bags.
"If they don't want me here then fine!" The young boy cried. "I thought they were my friends...I thought Raven loved me..."
He gazed upon the bags packed on his bed, and decided he didn't need them. He grabbed his wallet and stuffed as much money as he could inside. He then picked up a picture of him and his parents shortly before they...died, and put it in his pocket.
Crying he scrawled out a note saying goodbye and left out the open window.
Poor beastboy...