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Raven set aside the book she had been reading. She sat up and sighed. It was a good book, but not on her intelluctual level. Besides, the girl, Alice dreamed it all. Through the Looking Glass was a great book for a sixth grader, and Raven was not a sixth grader, but, for some odd reason, it sparked her interest. It had an evil queen, who simply wants power. All the more exciting. Though Alice was an idiot, Raven liked the book. She was indeed on the last page, but had to take a break because there was only so much crazy she could take.

She glanced up from her spot on the couch to find a semi-empty main room. The only other person there was BeastBoy, channel surfing a good eight feet from her. The voices of the TV seemed to echo in her ears.

"Thank you, Bob. Now, the weather tomorrow cal-"

"Justin! You have to he-"

"Yes, sir. With or without nuts."

"Reid, go solve-"

"Pick a channel," Raven said in her usual monotone. BeastBoy jumped at the sound of her voice, dropping the remote. He looked at her and then the TV and then her again. "I now you are intelluctally challenged, so I'll say this slowly: Pick a channel," she repeated slower this time, like she was talking to a small child.

"There's nothin' good on," BeastBoy complained. He picked up the remote and resumed clicking through channels.

"Here is an idea. Turn it off," Raven muttered. She stood up and walked into the kitchen to brew some herbal tea."Like you do girls,"she added as she grabbed a black mug.

"Dude!" BeastBoy shouted.

Raven silently poured her tea into the mug. She raised it to her lips and breathed in the relaxing scent before taking a sip. She trudged back to the couch, placed her cup on the table, and sat down. She picked up Through the Looking Glass. She still heard BeastBoy flipping channels, but quickly blocked it out as she opened up to the last page of the book.

Which do you think it was?

A boat beneath a sunny sky,

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July -

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear -

Long had paled that sunny sky:

Echoes fade and memories die.

Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream -

Lingering in the golden gleam -

Life, what is it but a dream?

Raven blinked and read the small poem again. Not how she thought it would end. The poem was good, perfect actually, for this book. It was very good. She swiftly glanced up and closed the book. She sipped her tea as BeastBoy clicked through more channels.

"Hey, Raven. Since you're done readin'..." BeastBoy shifted his gaze up to see Raven exiting the main room through the automatic doors. He jumped up and walked after her. "Rae!"

"What BeastBoy?" she asked. She tapped her foot impatiently when he didn't answer her immediatley.

"Um..." he began. "Since you're finished readin', I was wonderin'..." His voice trailed off and he stared at his feet.

"BeastBoy, I'm tired. It's ten thirty-five. I am going to sleep," Raven rejected whatever BeastBoy had in mind without changing her expression or voice. His shoulders slumped and he sighed. Raven reminded herself not to be guilty. This is BeastBoy, he'll be fine.

"Oh. 'Night, Rae," he uttered each word with a slow drawl that made Raven's heart feel some guilt. He trudged off slowly.

She couldn't help it when she said, "Maybe some other time. Whatever it was." She watched as he straightened and put a small amount of bounce in his steps. What did I do? she asked herself in horror.

It was obviously from lack of sleep. She convinced herself of that. She could turn him down tomorrow. Yes, and it would be without guilt. With that in her mind, she walked back to her room with the book in hand. Though, when she got there, she wasn't sure it was her room.

The gloominess had been replaced with... brightness! Her gray, carpeted floor was soft grass; her bookcases were tall trees that stretched high, all the way to her cieling which was blue with white fuzzy clouds painted on; her bed was a rose bush covered with blood red roses. Raven was utterly suprised and dropped the book. Flowers of all sorts grew from her floor and sunlight seemed to come from everywhere. This couldn't be Raven's room, could it?

"Holy [ insert cuss word of your choice here]," she whispered. "What happened?"

She brushed her hand over a rose and twisted around to see all she could. There was too much space to be her room. Amongst the bright colors, Raven spotted a dark spot, like a hole. She walked over and glanced down it. It seemed to go down forever.

"I can tell you what happened. Perhaps, I cannot," came a voice behind Raven.

She spun around and stared. The person that stood in front of her looked like Robin. More than looked, they were indentical twins! Well, except the white bunny ears and tail that had sprouted from him. Plus, he was in a red vest with a pocket watch hanging out the pocket, yellow button up shirt, maroon bow tie, gray pants, and glasses instead of his uniform. He still had his mask, though.

"Robin?" Raven said with a twing of worry in her voice.

"Nope. I'm the White Rabbit," said the Robin-look-alike. "I can tell you what is happening," he offered before Raven could anilate him.

"Okay. Speak," Raven ordered. Her eyes flicked around the room at the same speed as when BeastBoy flipped through channels.

"Why, when I can show you?" the White Rabbit asked. Then, he pushed her down the hole. Satisfied, he smirked, but it was wiped away as Raven appeared through a portal of black energy. She glared at him intensely.

"I don't like being pushed," she scowled. The White Rabbit just stared. Finally, he blinked and shook himself.

"You're supposed to go down."

"I didn't."

The Rabbit pushed her down the hole again and she came back in the same manner. After several tries, he glared.

"You are going down the rabbit hole, god damnit!" he yelled and jumped on her, pushing her down into the hole with him. She instantly went to transport, but a sharp tug on her cloak stopped her. She looked down and saw the White Rabbit grabbing at her cloak, hard. She narrowed her eyes at him and he did the same.

"Try me," he mouthed. Raven jerked her knee up and the Rabbit groaned at the sudden violation to his private area.

"Try me," she mouthed back. He merely glared daggers at her, which lost its effect because she wasn't intimadated. A short while later, there was a thud. They hit the floor.

Raven closed her eyes and groaned. She slowly sat up and shook her head. The White Rabbit was no longer there, but there was a faint snoring. She glanced down to see a too small table, bottle, and door. She had grown.

"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore," Raven muttered sarcastically, blowing a breath up her face to make bangs fly.