Birds of A Feather

It's been two years since the Titans saved the world from Raven's psychotic father; Trigon. Well, Raven had to leave and go back to Azarath for her mother. Her mother was married to new King of Azarath. And Raven, being her only child is the heir to the Azarath throne. She is now a Princess and her mother is unable to have anymore children (thanks to Trigon, of course). Raven is now 18, and she misses her friends deeply, hates the tedious politics of court, and can't stand the people of Azarath with all the looks of disdain she gets day in and day out. She has her heart set on leaving one day, but she loves her mother too much to leave her. So, what happens when an old friend and former flame shows up, missing her and wanting to take her home? Will she stay or will she go? What is there for her in a city that thinks of her as a monster, no matter her high standing in the society?

The author doesn't own any characters owned by the distinguished franchise(s) that do own characters. However, the original characters and story line do belong to the author. No money or profit will or is intended to be made on this story. Thank you.**


4. Secrets Revealed and Life's a Mess


     She said my name. My REAL name. Not Robin. Not Boy Wonder. Not Batman's Sidekick. But she called me RICHARD. 

     I broke the hug and pulled away, pushing her off me. 

     "How did you know my name? Only Batman knows it!"

     She smirked at me and cocked her hip--Hey, Raven here! And I do NOT cock my hips! Robin is obviously either delusional or living in a Fantasy Land! And he needs to stop!--and said, "I've been in your mind, seen you with only a mask on as you ran away from screaming fangirls, and you thought I WOULDN'T know your bleeding NAME?!"

     "Well, I had thought that my Dad was the only one who knew…" 

     "You mean Bruce Wayne? The BATMAN?" She teased. 

     Wow… if someone were to know, it'd be her. It always is. 

     I gulped. "Yeah…"
     She giggled and said, "What are you WEARING?!"


     "What are you WEARING?!" I demanded. 

     He looked down at his choice--poor choice, that is--for clothing. "What's wrong with it?!" He chocked out, confused. 

     I stepped back in order to get a better look at him. "Fir starters, you're wearing denim jeans--which, by the way, I've never seen you in--, a white V-Neck T-Shirt, and… I swear, are those CROCS you're wearing?!" 

     He just smirked at me and said, "Yes… And?"

     "They're rather different."

     "Like what you see?"

     I glared at him and turned away, intent on going back to my prison. 

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