Hiya! If you know my usual works, I'll bet you're wondering: why is he writing DC heroes? Well, heck, I love superheroes. They're my favorite thing to write, aside from sociopaths. If you're asking yourself if this is related to my Marvel universe, the short answer is no. The long answer...will take a lot more fics and time to give.

And if you're here 'cause you think this sounds cool (unlikely, given I suck at titles), I hope you stick around! Raven is in for the conspiracy of her life. Read on! - Darthkvzn

I never would've guessed I had a knack for business, but, then again, I never would've guessed the many things I'd gone through in my short life. From being sired by the most evil creature in the universe, to becoming a superhero to atone for the actual apocalypse I caused, to even falling for someone I'd never considered as anything more than my annoying, immature friend.

It was a shame that one didn't last.

My name is Rachel Roth. Daughter to Arella Roth and Trigon the Terrible. I am the last survivor of the interdimensional realm of Azarath, one of the Earth's most powerful magic users, and a founding member of the now defunct Teen Titans.

I also own and operate the White Raven, a nice tea shop/bookstore cozily located in downtown Seattle.

When Starfire's sister crash-landed on Earth, beaten and bloodied, we knew our royal friend would not hesitate to do her duty to the people of Tamaran. We knew that, relationship with an earthling notwithstanding, her people would always come first. I don't think Dick ever expected otherwise, either.

Star's goodbye was tearful, even from me. I may or may not have busted a couple of lightbulbs nearby. My days of 'people come, people go' were far since over, and it showed. I was going to miss my best friend, the light side to my darkness, and I couldn't even fault her. If leaving is what it took to save the monks of Azarath, to bring my home back to life, that's what I would've done.

Without the heart, the Teen Titans simply could not continue to be. Robin followed, shortly after Star. I knew all about his exploits, with the Team. I knew he'd broken cleanly with them after finding out about Jason Todd being his 'replacement' as Robin. Leading the Teen Titans had given him the balance and stability that had been vacant from his life after the rupture. Hearing about Jason's death, well...it broke something in him. Perhaps it was guilt. In public, he said he was quitting the hero business. In private, with his friends, he took off the domino mask for the first time.

Richard Grayson would be Robin no more. The name was too tainted for him to bear any longer.

Nightwing. Decked entirely in black, with a blue bird emblazoned in his chest, the dark attire seemed to reflect his newly changed views on life. And so, quietly, he slipped away, to parts unknown, leaving us no way to reach him, or even know where he was. Well, most of us. I knew enough.

Cyborg tried to lead us. My big brother figure was not a bad leader by any stretch of the imagination, but...he lacked a certain something that Robin had had. He knew it, too. Of all of us, he was the oldest, having even helped the Justice League in their formation, yet he was also the most insecure. He doubted himself and his decisions. And so, he wisely decided to leave as well, taking the long standing offer from the League to join up. Things were very tense in the tower, when he announced his departure. Garfield saw not an opportunity to grow and develop, but rather an abandonment of duty. Jump City and the Teen Titans had given Gar an opportunity the Doom Patrol never had.

I couldn't blame him for breaking it off with me when I announced I was leaving, too.

We'd just been dating for a few months then. Shortly after Star's departure. I had started finding him attractive for about a year before that.

What can I say? Perhaps my libido was finally free to voice its desires when it no longer had the threat of an all-powerful demon hanging over it.

I won't lie, I loved it. I loved him, even. He was sweet, and goofy, and caring. He knew when to stop and let me breathe, and when to push my boundaries, to explore things I'd never thought possible. The first few weeks of our relationship were filled with a fair share of violent explosions shrouded by black aurae.

I might've seen a future with him. The green changeling and the grey she-demon. Perhaps not the most orthodox of pairings, and certainly not one that would produce a big, happy family, what with my being barren, and his genetics being so unstable. But I could've been happy with him. Part of me wanted to be.

The other part was too scared to even think about it.

Demonic father or not, I was still dangerous. My well developed neutral personality was not so much for my own protection, as it was for that of innocent people. Garfield had shown me I could hold back on my aloof demeanor...but a big part of me was still scared of what I could be the cause of if I let myself slip too far.

Without anyone other than Gar to stop me, I couldn't risk it. And so I proposed to myself a sabbatical. To take a year to travel the world, as a civilian. No powers, no heroic feats; just some time to really try and find myself in a life and world no longer under my father's shadow.

I offered Gar a place beside me on that journey. He didn't take it.

So I flew, all the way to Blüdhaven. Dick was quick to greet me, though he was not as keen to see me. Even though we met in shadows, he did not want his new enemies to connect him to his prior identity, or worse, to the secret one. Nevermind that the Titans were really only famous in California (and Tokyo, of course), there was always the chance that someone knew enough to connect the dots.

I asked for something simple. A civilian name and life. One that could get me around the world without raising red flags all around. Maybe, to a regular, run-of-the-mill forger, it might've been a challenge, but I was asking the son of Batman. A quick trip to his base and a glamour charm of my own creation were enough to turn Raven the Titan into Rachel Roth, the book nerd.

There's no better way to say it: I wandered. Dick jokingly gave me an 'allowance' of several thousands of dollars each week, plus paying for my airfare whenever he could get away with it. I was very uncomfortable with it at first, but it was useless to argue against him. He may not have shown it much in his time as our leader, but I knew he had a mischievous side to him.

And heavens forbid he do something with his absurd amounts of money less conspicuous than paying for my travels. I could just see him buying me the entire catalogue of Victoria Secret's Naughty Girl nightwear as a prank. In pink, no less.

I learned, saw, read, ate, and experienced a lot. Enough to know that I was no longer the social pariah I used to be, even if I was still nowhere near Starfire's level of social interaction. And when I felt myself stabilized, when I felt comfortable enough with my control over my powers and emotions not to immediately endanger innocents when I was sad or happy, I came back.

I tried to find Garfield again, but he did not want to be found. Left as the sole hero of Jump, he'd abandoned the Tower, preferring to patrol the city randomly. I stayed for a week, and I did not see him. Perhaps, I didn't search well enough.

Maybe I was afraid of who I'd find instead of the Garfield I remembered.

I fled, then. Found myself in Washington, drawn in by the naturally rainy area, and the cultural ambiance. Dick followed me there, asking if I'd stay.

When I said yes, he dropped a bundle of keys, a phone, and a photograph. He then hugged me, and wished me good luck before jumping out of the window of the hotel room I was staying out.

The keys led me to Seattle's downtown, where a closed, two story building stood. Inside, rows upon rows of books gave away what Nightwing's gift consisted of: a bookstore prepped for business, and decent living quarters in the second floor. I might've shed a tear or two, just considering the sheer change in circumstances from the first time I travelled to Earth, afraid of my own fate, to having a blank canvass as a life ahead of me.

It was a good year. Whether by design (aka Wayne influence), or by good fortune, my business boomed. I added the whole tea making situation by myself, deciding it was a good match. My strict no coffee policy both confused my clients, and made my store somewhat unique, but it made the place all the more popular.

All in all, it appeared I'd left the superhero life behind. I trained enough to keep myself combat ready; Dick had made it clear that, magic user or not, I had to be prepared to use my arms and legs, just in case. His regime was too brutal, even for my half demonic constitution, but eventually he came up with exercise I could do every day, as well as basic and advanced CQB forms.

Like all good things, it didn't last.

This story takes elements from: Teen Titans, the TV series; Justice League: War, the animated movie, and Young Justice, as far as DC Comics material goes. Of course, when you know that I love crossovers, you also know there might be a few more fandoms here and there, but nothing major.

The timeline is this: the attempted invasion by Darkseid that formed the JL took place in 2005. Robin (Dick Grayson) was adopted in 2006, at age 9, almost immediately taking up the cape and mask. The Team (it isn't called Young Justice, I found out) was founded in 2010. Robin was 13, Speedy 16, Kid Flash 15, and Aqualad 24 (headcanon dictates humans mature 1.5 times faster than Atlanteans, so Kaldur is roughly Roy's age). Then there's M'gann, age 48 (equivalent to 15) and Artemis was 15.

Robin parted ways with the team at 14, so the Titans were formed in 2011. Beast Boy was 13 at the time, Cyborg was 19, Starfire 18 (equivalent 15), and Raven at 14. The Titans operate for 3 years or so before disbanding, in 2014.

Lastly, I'd like to ask that you be so kind as to mention anything I might be missing. I've only been rewatching YJ for a bit, and TT I've not watched in ages. Shoot me a PM or a review, kind reader! Until next time - Darthkvzn