Update: The chapters are now revised. Enjoy!

Hi, hello world! If you are new, you can skip this pretty long note, (or you can read it, up to you). Before you go, italics are internal monologue, "quotes are spoken dialogue" and, that's it.

Hey danawrites what is this story about? Well, let me tell you, this is yet another part of the stories I have been planning! What, you already have the other in progress? Well yes, but… here is the thing. After reading some of your comments, (thank you for them, keep them coming) I realized something!

I, of course, swapped in my mind, the stories I am uploading.

These last days a comment made me question the storylines (you know who you are, thank you!), so I re-read what I had uploaded on the platform, and, sure enough, I said something but changed it invertedly. To be precise, I realized I wrote that I was going to be uploading the history of our future Raven, but instead, I uploaded the story of our intervened Raven. It absolutely makes more sense to have the story of what happened to her to get to that point (when she meddles with time) before the changes that happen in our 'present time' (if any, not going to spoil anything else, starting now).

That was the original plan, I had even outlined it in the notes of past chapters, but you know, I am, after all, human. So, I have corrected the notes on the chapters, I uploaded in my profile the 'order' this should follow, and yeah, did my best to correct what I thought could be confusing. This is what I get for writing time travel shenanigans.

So, because of all of this, I will try to upload this story first 'Only A Matter Of Time' (the one that follows what our future Raven had to live to begin to mess with time- the original timeline if you please), and then when it gets close to wrapping up (meaning getting close to the events of Running Out Of Time) I will continue with posting 'All In Due Time', although I may give you one last chapter before it enters hiatus.

Okay! For this story, the context is Raven is around nineteen, Titans have all grown up living under the same roof, and we are dealing with similar circumstances to our other Raven.

Now, everyone caught up? Great! Before we get into the story, I would say this can be a completely stand-alone story, but I'd like to mention that it belongs to the series. You can check it out in my profile.

Now, I want to add that for internal dialogue I will use italics. And there is some swear words, violence and blood mentioned because they are Titans and they fight villains and sometimes get hurt. Right? Right.

Okay, now, into the story.

"Raven! Stop!" Raven could barely make out the words of the screams of her teammates. They sounded so far. She couldn't hear much, the constant grinding of Cinderblock's limbs in her light tendrils drowned much of the sound around her. What she could hear perfectly were his constant grunts of pain and incoherent thoughts. This is taking too long. She applied a little more pressure on her attack, restraining him even more.

She wasn't completely sure, but she swore her body felt relaxed, for the first time in many months. Maybe I just needed to 'fight it out' as Beast Boy suggested. Who better than Cinderblock? She wasn't afraid of breaking him. How can one break someone like him? Cinderblock began to back down into the building he was against. That's it. Just a tad more.

With her mind concentrated on tightening her force, he leveraged his arm under her energy tendrils. She saw something coming straight to her out of her peripheral vision. Cinderblock had managed to get some room and used it to hit her square in the chest. The impact made her go up flying into a nearby rooftop, crashing it headfirst. She got up as quickly as she could to re-enter the action but swooned, and she started seeing double. He can really pack a punch. She stopped moving and breathed deeply. She let her eyes focus and regained her balance. That's better. Suddenly her body began to scream at her in pain and felt the side of her head burning. It was the part of her head that impacted the ledge of the rooftop. She raised her hand and returned it to see it covered in red liquid. Am I bleeding? Oh. You are paying for that.

She quickly wiped the blood with her sleeve but couldn't stop the bleeding completely. It is going to have to do for now. Such a scandalous place to bleed from. Why is no one here? She slowly approached the edge of the building and kneeled. There she saw her teammates smoothly fencing the villain. She thought that was it, but Cinderblock retaliated, and her team regrouped. Beast Boy got lightly hit and the Titans immediately gathered around him. Once he was back up on his feet, their attack formation recovered. She waited for a couple of moments, expecting now that the fight had resumed, surely someone would come to check on her. Minutes passed by, and their stance remained. No one is coming for me.

Raven felt her blood boil even more and woozily got up. She shook her head hard enough to hear a crack on her neck and locked in Cinderblock. She jumped over and levitated right in front him. He wasn't saying complete sentences, but she knew he was mocking her as if he knew what she was feeling. Hurt by her teammates' disregard and his mockery she lifted her hand. I was going to let you live, too bad. With a gesture, she projected her soul self and applied the proportional force he did to her, right in the side of his head. Or so she thought.

A horrible cracking noise could be heard across the streets of Jump City. She was pulled out of her stupor and saw Cinderblock go limp and fall. Silence engulfed the next seconds. No! Please be alive. Frozen in place she analysed the scene. Several press cameras pointed at her and others at the fallen Cinderblock. Everything got recorded. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Her mouth went dry, and the remorse began to wash over her. Why did I do that? What is wrong with me? And over what? Feeling a little hurt? Fuck, this is it. First death. She had tainted the Titans record.

She didn't dare to get any closer to him and watched her teammates recover from the shock. Robin was the first to assess the situation, he was barking orders left and right to order the medical units in the area.

She levitated down and braced herself for whatever was her fate. Being kicked out, confined, exiled, all options were rushing through her mind. The first one to approach her was Robin. He carefully waved at the press and greeted her. He displayed his well-practiced resigned smile. That one was for public image; PR had demanded them to learn them just in case.

"A little too close don't you think?" He whispered to her as he gave her an awkward side hug.

"Is he…?" She replied, speaking in the same hushed tone.

"Knocked out cold. We are still in the clear."

"Thank…" She began to talk but got briskly cut off by her leader.

"Don't do it again. I mean it…And clean-up for God's sake." He waved at the press again and flashes of many different cameras ensued. Raven tried not to blink, but the light proved too much. She turned around and approached the rest of her team over at the back of the scene, meanwhile, Robin gave the last impressions of the event to a particular news reporter.

She walked and settled between Starfire and Cyborg. They glared at her. She could hear what they were thinking in their heads, all the criticism. She opened her mouth to apologize for the display.

"I'm so…"

"We will talk in the Tower." Cyborg cut her off. He and Best Boy got over to the press and with the most rehearsed smiles made their way to the reporters over the line. Starfire sighed, placed her hand on her shoulder for a brief second, and left for interviews. Raven took a deep breath and centered herself. She quickly wiped the side of her head again, smearing the thick red liquid in the process. She was too upset to try to heal her head with her powers, who knows how much damage could she do to herself if she pointed it that way. Instead, she walked up to the medical unit and was quickly patched up inside an ambulance. Heroes don't bleed openly. Once the blood was taken care of, she thanked the staff and walked out into the open.

After answering the same questions as ever for the press, Raven decided she had had enough social interaction and needed at least some time to recharge, before facing her very irritated teammates. Because she didn't want to push it any farther, she had texted over her comm that she would get ahead and wait for them in the Tower. In response, they asked her to meet them in the conference room at 10 o'clock because they 'wanted to talk'.

She was soaring in the night skies, trying to calm her already rattled nerves. I went too far again. I didn't feel I was going too far at the time. I even felt relaxed before I got...mad. Was I?

She looked into the streets of the city, traffic and petty road rage encounters were ensuing. Should I intervene? Can I keep control? Would I do more harm than good? She took a deep breath and considered taking part but didn't feel ready to try anything.

At the distance, she heard sirens, and relieved that humans could take care of themselves she kept levitating, but now with the distraction over she had to face her thought again.

How many more warnings do I get before they kick me out? Confine me? Exile me? It is justified, after all, we are heroes. We can't kill. It seems it is just a matter of time before I do.

This was her usual line of thought. Something was happening to her. She was losing what little control she had amassed over her life and becoming unstable. It had been months since she had a good night's rest because she was usually interrupted by horribly graphic nightmares, where she was the ultimate monster. Foreshadowing? Is this a premonition or I am just going insane? Of course, the images plagued her for the rest of the day. How could she even think of anything else? They tormented her even when meditating.

She liked to think that because she was constantly tired, rattled, and irritated, she was being more aggressive towards villains. She was applauded at first, for leaving her mostly-defense style behind, but it was sooner rather than later, that the rest of the Titans warned her to tone it down. As if I could.

This whole new time in her life felt eerily similar to what had happened to her around her mid-teens. But that didn't make much sense, she had defeated Trigon years ago. The only thing she discovered that helped a little with her nerves was drifting in the night sky, looking at the city, the bay, or the stars.

With the night air on her face, she felt the presence of her teammates nearby. She looked around and spotted the restaurant where her friends were celebrating another Titan victory. Or more accurately that I didn't kill someone. She approached the establishment but was sure to stay a prudent distance away so they couldn't see her. They looked happy, toasting the night away. She stopped in mid-air and a hurtful feeling made its way in her chest. They look so cheerful without me. Can I really blame them?

She stayed cloaked by the shadows of the night skies and just... watched them. She hadn't heard them laugh like that in months. So carefree. She saw how Beast Boy and Cyborg pretended to be something funny and how Starfire laughed so hard she almost choked on whatever she was having. Robin had a pleasant smile plastered on his face, a real one, and welcomed the food that made its way to their table. Have I ever been to that place? With them? Raven racked her brain but came empty-handed. When was the last time I went out with them? Last...year? No, two years ago? Raven felt the hole in her chest deepen when she couldn't recall a single time. They hadn't even asked her to tag along. But then again, today was a hard day. Right? When did they stop asking me?

She looked at the table, and they were beginning to get up. She took the cue and teleported to the Tower. They would be arriving soon.

Her mind or rather her heart ached, not only was she going mad, but she was alone through it. Just like in Zinthos. She tried to not think about it, looking into the darkness in front of her, but her already tired body betrayed her. Her stomach fell, coiling on itself, and a known pressure in her chest yelled for her attention. I can't have a panic attack now. Not now. I can't damage the Tower.

She forced herself to breathe deeply and took long steps along the empty corridors of the Tower, letting the motion-sensing lights come to life as she passed by. She reached the kitchen and quickly opened the fridge, cradling ice cubes in her hands. The sharp cold sensation disrupted her body's sensations. She quickly leaned over the counter and dropped her face into the ice in her hands. She could physically feel how her anxiety began decreasing. She stayed like that for a few minutes, until her breathing was mostly back to normal.

She lifted her drenched face from the now lukewarm water remaining in her hands and reached for a towel. Once she cleaned up, she decided to make herself an herbal tea.

With her mug in her hand, she got out of the living room and into the conference room. A round table, with the Titans logo carved in greeted her.

She took one of the chairs out and sat on it. She drank her tea slowly, preparing to have her surface-level calm seized. After some minutes she flipped her comm open and looked at the hour, 10:15. They are running late. Traffic, surely. She didn't want to move out of the Conference room, not even to go for a book, to not have any more problems, she could only imagine if they got to the Tower and didn't find her. She was already walking on thin ice.

But the minutes passed by, and there wasn't any sign of her team. Could something happen to them? What if something happened? What if I wasn't there to protect them? She grew restless, with a myriad of thoughts that were threatening the little control she still had. She decided to return to the living room, where the central computer was located, to peak at their vitals and positions.

She entered her username and password bypassing the home interface. She saw their vitals were fine, but when she tried to get information on their locations the computer returned an error: 'You don't have access to this information. Ask a superior for clearance to continue.' What the hell? I am a founding Titan.

She tried entering her credentials again, and the same warning came up. What? Really? She began to freak out, thinking that they had locked her out of the main frame behind her back. Out of desperation she kept trying to log in but got the same result every single time. This isn't a glitch. Her stomach already filled with dread increased once again. She sank down, slowly, onto the couch in front of the central computer. They revoked my access, and this is it.

Raven turned off the computer and decided to wait for her demise sitting down, simmering in her full-blown anxiety. She couldn't move, she was frozen in place. Raven tried meditating, counting to a thousand, controlling her breathing, anything to push down the enormous amount of energy she could expel. If I let go, the Tower is coming down with me. Beads of sweat began running down her face and after some critical minutes of effort and downright ironclad suppression, the wave of feelings subsided.

Suddenly her keen senses alerted her teammates were back. Just in time. Minutes later, the entrance of the Tower lights up. The giggles and loud chatting loosened the lid Raven put on her heart. Thoughts began forming, all coming from hurt, but once again, the years of training in her childhood shined through, and she was able to bury them, at least temporarily.

The noise got closer as they were going to the kitchen, and Raven decided to wait for them in front of the couch. She slowly got up, as she was carrying a ton of weight above her shoulders. She steadied herself, grabbed onto the couch, and positioned herself in front of the doors, making sure they didn't see her hand grasping for dear life in order not to fall over. The doors opened and the team halted when they saw her waiting for them. Raven could only see them crowded in the entrance, and said nothing, waiting for them to speak first.

"Good morning!" said a slightly unfocused Beast Boy. Cyborg put his hand forward on his shoulder and kept him on his toes.

"Try again." Raven merely responded, with no trace of emotion in her voice. Robin shook his head.

"It is too late Raven, can we do this tomorrow?" He said, his happy demeanor had washed away since he laid eyes on her. Rejection immediately began stinging at her.

"Sure. If what you asked me to wait for can wait for tomorrow." Raven pressed, now a hint of anger making its way into her voice. Robin didn't back down and looked her right through. Raven felt him trying to poke around their bond, but she quickly blocked him from sensing her. He finally relaxed his stance and shifted.

"Can you just cool it with the attacks?" Robin asked, leaving it at that.

"Fine." Raven replied monotonously, swallowing once again everything she was feeling.

"Thank you." He said and refocused his attention on Starfire. Beast Boy made his way into the kitchen and Cyborg followed him.

"Morning." Raven said as she teleported out of the living room and into her bedroom. How long am I going to last like this?

The next morning was a relatively peaceful morning on the Tower. Raven didn't really get any sleep since yesterday's fiasco, so she decided to try to meditate the sunrise away on the roof. After many minutes of not finding her center, she opened her eyes and just enjoyed the sunrise silently. She got up once she felt her skin begin to protest the sun and made her way into the living room. She could sense three people, Cyborg, Starfire, and Robin.

She entered the room and greeted her teammates. The tension from last night seemed to be dissipated and began to relax, somewhat. The whole clearance thing can wait. I will ask Cyborg when it comes up organically.

She lunged on the couch and summoned one of her favorite books to pretend to read in times like this. They are not going to notice this is the same book I have been bringing with me for the last month. Cyborg and Starfire were in the kitchen, and Robin was sitting at the dining table, occupied reading the news on his phone.

The big TV was on a news channel and images of their yesterday encounter with Cinderblock being blasted. That looks painful. No wonder they try to avoid us as much as they can. Raven looked at herself subduing Cinderblock. She looked way more into it than she remembers being. What if I wasn't to one enjoying that? The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She subtly looked at the screen more carefully. She had her back to the cameras, so she couldn't see her face properly. She sighed giving up on the idea. She was just having another close call.

She sunk into the couch. Each Titan had perfected their style of fighting, defense, and backup abilities. All but her. She hasn't been able to master her powers and has been having more and more mishaps, close calls, and mistakes on missions. It wasn't for lack of effort, practice, or compromise. They knew that she was struggling, but she never revealed to what extent. To them, it was a problem that would resolve itself with maturity. To her, it was an unfixable dilemma.

She knew why she wouldn't be able to control her powers. Meanwhile, her teammates had grown up, and were allowed to feel, and she wasn't. Her powers had to do with her emotions, their nature and intensity affected them directly. So, her mind was fragmented.

In the convent, she had lived in as a child, Zinthos, and more accurately her mentor Azar, had fractured her mind. She reasoned that, it was easier 'for her' to isolate and deal with emotions one by one, by suppressing them, and that she was 'less dangerous' shattered. When she was about three, they had broken her mind into realms of emotions and aptitudes and thus were born her emoticlones, representations of her impaired emotions as versions of herself within her mind. Azar and the convent monks taught her to lock in her 'dangerous' emotions, mostly Rage and preached that the only way to control her powers was to keep an iron-clad control of her emotions. They never expected me to survive, to make it past sixteen, did they? If they did, they would have never done that to my mind.

With everything looming, she was taught to fear herself. To hate her nature. And to an extent, they put all the blame on her. It was reality, she was the daughter of Trigon. But she was still a child. No matter, those were my cards. I've turned around... for the most part.

In many ways, she was still that little girl with a fragmented mind, one that would never be complete. Even though she could, theoretically, fuse her mind to become one, that would mean she would have to become everything she had avoided. Not only that, it was incredibly dangerous. If my control is shaky now, I can't imagine how bad it could get with unlimited power. I would go mad, surely. More than now. Succumb to Father's heritage and take whatever Rage desires, losing my humanity in the process. That is why it is strictly prohibited. But-

"Let's eat!" Cyborg exclaimed unexpectedly at the room. His happy attitude lasted a few seconds because a sharp dark tendril of magic crossed the room and exploded whatever he was holding. Oh no, Cyborg. She had once again ruined something for the team. Cyborg held his tongue as he began cleaning up the mess that just erupted. Robin looked over at her disapprovingly and Starfire shot her a sympathetic look.

She sighed and got up to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, let me help-" She offered monotonously, trying her hardest to not let any more emotions slip out of her control.

"No. It is fine." He shut her off. Raven understood and got out of the living room. She encountered Beast Boy in the hallway and nodded to greet him. He sleepily greeted her and headed into the room she just left. She walked away rapidly, not wanting to hear the discussion that surely was going to happen, but it reached her anyway.

"Again?! After last night?" Beast Boy yelled undignified, certainly worried about a now wasted food bowl.

"Greenstain has a point, Robin, she has been in a weird mood again." Cyborg pointed out.

"Friend Raven isn't acting unusual. I think she is a little disturbed over our newfound time together. She just needs time to adapt." Thankfully Starfire interjected.

"Adapt? To what? Us? Nu-uh. She has been getting worse, I've noticed how her control is getting worse on missions." Cyborg responded. He knows, that is why he locked me out. Once again, the feeling of betrayal grew on her, and the wave that threatened to explode within herself kept increasing.

"I will...We will figure something out. We always do. As a team." Robin replied serenely, but in her mind, through her bond, she could feel the seed of doubt grow in his.

She stopped in her tracks. Cyborg already doubted her control over her abilities enough that he had taken action, and behind their backs at that, to lock her out of the system. Who says it was behind their backs? They could be in on it. Robin also has doubts. And how could they not? I am the heiress of hell, the daughter of Trigon. Her mood fell once more and dejectedly continued her walk to her room.

As she walked, her thoughts roomed freely in her mind. What if I disappear? I wouldn't hurt someone again, and the Titan's record would be clean. I can't go on like this. The other option is...fusing…no. That is unthinkable. After everything I have done, no I won't give in, not now. She had done everything Azar, and the monks told her, yet she felt that everything was slipping out of her control. It was maddening. Maybe this was the best possible outcome for her? Given the circumstances…

But… but, what if they were wrong? Was fracturing my mind the best option? How were they sure? Why didn't they give me a chance? They were just scared, weren't they? Maybe they did deserve their fate after all. What is the worst that could happen?

She shook her head intensely. She couldn't be thinking of fusing. This wasn't her. A cold chill ran through her spine, and she suddenly felt the air become heavy on her lungs with the realization. This was the same mindset she had yesterday, and it wasn't hers. It was Rage's. That is why everything has been changing for the worse. She looked behind her and a shadow moved. At least she would swear it did. That is it Father, not again. She needed to handle her father once and for all. She wouldn't let this affect her family. Not again.

With a sense of urgency and renewed energy, she practically ran the remainder of the hallway and entered her room. Once in she turned and input the locking code for her door. Nothing was coming out into the world except her. And if she didn't make it out of her mind, so be it. She let her book fall, took a deep breath, and grabbed her mirror. Four familiar red eyes greeted her and soon she was in Nevermore.

A/N: Déjà vu? Right? Yes, I'm going to see myself out. Anyway, It has taken me way longer than expected, but I hope you have enjoyed this chapter! Let me know! Next chapter of this story in particular will be up soon-ish. Bye-bye, until next time!