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Author's Comments: Happy birthday Phantom5656! Since this story was your request, I figured I'd post it on your birthday. Hope you like it!


Chapter 1 – Why Me?

"Azarath Metrion Zinthos," Raven hovered cross-legged above the ground. Her eyes were closed in meditation. The tower was silent due to the fact that none of the other Titans were up yet. She figured she still had a few hours of peace and tranquility.

"Hey Raven," Raven frowned, opened her eyes, and turned around to face the speaker. Cyborg stretched his cybernetic arms and yawned widely.

"You're up early," she commented. She hoped that this wouldn't become a regular occurrence.

"Yeah, I got some errands to run down in Steel City," Cyborg replied. "I figured it would be best to get out early."

"Fair enough," Raven turned her back towards her robotic team-mate and resumed her meditating. A sound from the bathroom brought her out of her reverie. Raven scowled and put her feet on the ground. Her blue cloak billowed out behind her as she stalked towards the only washroom in Titan Tower. She assumed that it was Beast Boy singing in the shower, a habit that though she did not want to admit it, she enjoyed. She stopped at the door and knocked on it loudly. "Keep it down in there Beast Boy I'm trying to meditate." The sound of retching startled Raven. She realized that the door was ajar and tentatively pushed it open. Starfire was sitting on the floor of the washroom. Her hands were clamped onto the toilet bowl so hard that it was beginning to break. Her long auburn hair was matted, and her orange skin was pale.

"Apologies friend Raven," Starfire managed to choke out. "But I believe I have the influenza." Quickly she turned and vomited into the toilet. Raven began to feel nauseous.

"I think I'll go get Robin," Starfire's pale face brightened slightly at Raven's statement. Slowly, Raven backed out of the washroom and made her way towards Robin's room, her blue slipper-like shoes making barely any noise on the floor. Raven raised her fist and knocked on the door. Within a few moments, the door opened to reveal the Titan's leader. His expression was next to impossible to read because his eyes were hidden behind a mask, but his crossed arms told Raven that he was not impressed with her waking him up.

"What's up Raven?" he asked, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"It's Starfire," the eyes of Robin's mask widened as his expression changed to one of concern.

"What about Starfire?" he asked.

"She's got the flu," Raven replied. Robin was off like a shot. Raven felt a pang of jealousy, and immediately tried to purge it. She turned and went back into the Titan's living room. She closed her dark eyes, levitated off the floor, crossed her legs, and resumed her meditation. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos."


Raven was brought back to reality by the door of the living room opening. Robin strode past her towards the computer. As leader of the Titans, Robin knew better than to bother Raven when she was meditating. He opened up Control Freak's file, and began to update the information. Control Freak's mug shot stared blankly at him. Though not really dangerous, Control Freak could certainly stir things up. Robin chewed on his bottom lip and continued to add information to the file.

Raven touched back down. She felt calmer now that she had had a good amount of time to meditate. She walked over to the kitchen and began to make her usual herbal tea. The only sound was Robin's fingers typing on the keyboard, and the water inside the kettle. Raven waited for the water to boil, enjoying the silence while it lasted. Raven glanced up at the cupboards. Black energy covered and opened them. She focused on bringing down her mug, and closing the cupboard doors while pouring the boiled water into her kettle. She glanced over at Robin who was now updating Dr. Light's profile, and smirked. The villain had been terrified of her ever since she had pulled him into the dark.

Raven poured herself a cup of tea and sipped on it quietly. The silence was almost unnerving. She expected at any moment for Beast Boy to enter the room and chase away the silence, but he didn't. She glanced over at the clock on the wall, and figured that there was still time before the blissful quiet was shattered by Beast Boy's arrival. Time passed by slowly, but still no Beast Boy. Robin turned around in his chair looked at the clock and frowned.

"Beast Boy should be up by now," he mused. He turned and looked at Raven. An apprehensive feeling swept over her, and she avoided his gaze. She hoped that if she ignored him, that he wouldn't pursue whatever it was that he was thinking. "Can you go wake him up?" Raven's hopes were in vain. She looked up and glared at Robin.

"What?" she hoped that questioning him would make Robin reconsider what he had just asked of her.

"Can you go wake up Beast Boy?" Robin repeated. Raven fixed him with an icy look.

"Why can't . . ." she began.

"Cyborg's in Steel City," Robin interrupted her, "and Star's sick." Raven crossed her arms over her chest.

"And the fact that you're madly in love with her makes no difference I'm sure," sarcasm dripped from her words. Robin turned red.

"That's completely besides the point," he blurted out. Raven smirked at his blunder, and the Boy Wonder turned even redder. He opened and closed his mouth several times, at a loss for words.

"Why can't you go wake him up?" Raven asked. Robin's complexion returned to normal.

"I have to update the villain files," he replied. "No one else knows how I set them up. The last time Cyborg tried, I ended up spending three hours redoing everything."

"That's a really lame excuse," Raven scowled, her dark eyes narrowing. Robin met her gaze, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I know that you sleep with the chicken," he replied. Raven's dark eyes widened, she hadn't thought that Robin was the sort to resort to blackmail, but he just had. She looked around frantically, afraid that anyone else had heard.

"How do you know about the chicken?" she hissed. The object in question was a giant stuffed chicken that Beast Boy had won for her ages ago. Though she hadn't acted thrilled at the prospect at the time, she had truly been touched that her green team-mate had gone out of his way to get something for her. After the attack on Starfire, Raven had gone back and retrieved the chicken. It had been her secret, or so she had thought.

"I happened to be awake when you came home with it," Robin replied, a slight smirk on his face. Raven could feel her cheeks growing warm. She scowled at him. If anyone in the tower found out that she had not only gone back for the chicken, but slept with it, she would never hear the end of it.

"I never figured you for the blackmailing type," Raven muttered. Robin grinned.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," he replied. Raven glared at him, and was furious that the Boy Wonder didn't even flinch. Robin was one of the few people who seemed unaffected by Raven's dark ways. They shared a bond, and Raven often felt that of all the other Titans, he understood her the most.

"Fine," she growled and began to walk towards the door. She opened it, stopped, and turned around to face him. "But if you ever tell anyone about my chicken you may wake up one day in a hostile alien world with nothing but a pair of boxer shorts." Then Raven exited the living room, slamming the door behind her.