I know it's been a while, but I was really busy with my last year of college. This piece was nearly done, just not edited, but due to being busy with school, all the things happening in my family around the time when I posted the last chapter, as well as the toxic political climate that was festering in the U.S. (from BOTH sides mind you). I didn't have the proper mindset at the time to edit this chapter—it would have been a rushed chapter.

And considering that it was a difficult subject to write in general, because of the content and not wanting it to feel too cheap, I spent time really developing this last part. I considered this the last chapter of the story, but maybe in the future I'll include one more lemon chapter.

"Please, the best thing for you to do between these sessions is to find a way to relax. Not fuel your energy." Garfield said as he watched his grey companion break the chain off the punching bag she was using.

He could see the fury in her eyes, as she put the chain back together with her aura before going back to punching her target once again. He was a safe distance away from her, but he knew she was getting out of control.

It had been two weeks since Robin suspended her. In the morning, she and Garfield would try to recount her memory and if it was a particularly difficult session, they would make love at night. Her fury and anxiety was what drove her to spend hours in the training room, ripping the heads and legs off of the poor dummies. She was not really a combat fighter, but destroying an inanimate object with her energy gave her a way to release her emotions safely…and not in her teammates faces.

Any other time, Garfield would have loved to watch her punch and kick her way through obstacles, but now he felt a sense of dread anytime he saw her practicing.

"I am relaxing…(punch) I'm not usually a violent person," She said. "But I need an outlet if I am going to be doing these sessions…(punch) these memories, they bring up not only sorrow, but anger. And since I am suspended…" She broke the chain off the bag again, as sweat dripped from her forehead.

"Robin suspended you to protect you. You barely talk to Robin anymore, if at all. He's not the enemy, Rae. These memories are."

She fixed the bag once again and continued her training. "I know, I know he means best, but it still hurts (punch)."

"This is not healthy; you've been eating less and training too much. You're losing too much weight."

"Garfield, I need this outlet (punch, punch)."

"Rae…" He said softy, trying to calm her as he moved forward.

"I need this (punch, punch)."

"Rae…why don't we go meditate."

"I need to work through this my way (punch)."

"But this is not your way, Azarath taught you peace…"

"…And Azarath was destroyed because of their pacifist ways. They refused to fight Trigon, I wasn't there to fight their battles for them and now they're gone."

"Rae…"

"I want my life back (kick, punch)…but I can't (punch, punch, punch)…until I face the fact (kick, punch, kick)…that…I…was…I was…" Her eyes flash red and in an instance, she saw Malchior in front of her. "Azarath, metrion, zinthos!" She cried out before punching the bag with her black aura. It exploded into a million tiny pieces, with the plastic material and stuffing raining down around the arena.

She kneeled on the ground as she rubbed her head, realizing it was just another hallucination. Garfield quietly walked over to her, trying not make any sudden movements while her emotions were still active.

"Until I face the fact that I was…r-raped." She said quietly. "I've…I've never said the word before. I was raped…and you saw it." She looked down at her sweating palms, studying the lines that supposedly could tell her future. "All this power and yet…I couldn't stop him or fight back. And I tried…oh, did I try." She clenched her fist.

"And I tried too."

"I was so afraid he was going to hurt you, that I-I didn't think about what would happen to me."

He kneeled to her. "Let's go meditate."

"No—no…I don't want to meditate, I want to stay angry." She stood up and began pacing around the room.

"Rae, please."

"Don't you 'Rae' me. It's all so clear now…you were lying on the ground, hurt, and I couldn't do anything! I've always healed you when you would gets injured in battle…but then, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move, I felt so useless!"

"He had us under a spell, there wasn't anything I could have done either. You tried your best!"

"But-but, it wasn't good enough. My magic is strong enough, it was just the user who wasn't."

"Rae, please." He tried grabbing her hand, but she continued to pace the room and he was forced to follow.

"And then…he walked up to me,"

"We're just teammates, just friends." She lied, trying to protect Garfield from further harm. She didn't like this feeling of being completely helpless, her powers taken away from her.

Thunder started roaring from the skies as lightning occasionally hit the tall buildings. The rain poured down on them harder and Raven tried to feel as much as she could, enough so that her powers would destroy the city, feeling scared and using it to her advantage—but it was all to no avail.

"Oh, but Raven, we were once friends, in fact, we were more than friends if I recall." He casually said as he ran a finger down her stomach, which then led to her inner thighs.

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" Garfield screamed, seeing his hand disappear between her legs.

"Why are you here?" Raven coolly asked, changing her tone. She needed to take control of the situation.

"Well, after spending some time trapped in some sort of Hell, I came here, and I wanted to destroy you. But seeing as you aged beautifully, I've had second thoughts."

"You think I'm pretty?" She said, trying to butter him up, trying to act innocent to his advances. "Nobody's ever said that to me. Maybe I overacted when you taught me dark magic, but you know—"

"—Oh, Raven dear, you're terrible at lying." He responded.

"I'm not—"

Smack!

Her words were interrupted by a palm striking her face. A bright red mark was left behind and her head now laid on her left side.

She placed her hand over her cheek, recoiling from the memory. "I remember the slap…and I couldn't stop it."

"Rae…you're going into the memory, we should do this somewhere else."

"No, no, I need to do it now. I need to get better."

"I'm not in the mood of your games, I know how smart you are." Malchior said, he used his magic to rip the lower part of her leotard, so her grey sex was out in the open, feeling the cold breeze.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Garfield cried, and he could feel his skin crawling, his fur growing, his stomach turned, and his nails slowly turning into claws. He wasn't in control anymore, but that was just what was needed.

"Although, I like my dragon form, this requires a man's form." Malchior said as he laid on top of her, his head inches away from her face, her heart began beating faster as he turned her head back to meet his eyes. She glared at him in disgust as he used his hand to take out his member. He tried sliding it into her. "You're not very welcoming. I can't get in."

With all her might, she tried conjuring up a spell in her head, letting it out through her fingers. "Azarath, metrion, ZINTHOS!" She shouted.

But nothing happened.

The intense strong emotions she was feeling were enough to wreak havoc around him and yet they were trapped in her body, as if she was just a normal woman.

Garfield's head was spinning, he could barely hear what was going on. His thoughts were racing, his heart pounding harder as his claws grew longer and his abdomen grew hairier and wider.

Malchior played with her genitals until it was opened enough just for an entry point. Raven's heart sank from his touch and tried to prepare herself for the inevitable when her powers failed her and her body limped helplessly.

Her breathing sped up, her eyes widen, she couldn't do anything. He used his hand to guide himself in.

She cried out.

"And the p-pain!...The p-pain!...I was very raw and bl-bleeding!..." She hugged her abdomen.

Bam!

Crack!

Whoosh!

Weights, target dummies, staffs, and other training equipment lifted from their respected places and flew towards the ceiling, dancing around, before throwing themselves at the walls, hard enough to leave holes. Raven put up a force field around the two. With each thud, they knew how hard she threw.

"Like knives…k-knives inside me!" She started breathing harder.

"Rae, you need to breath, (inhaling and exhaling). Like that. (Inhaled) Azarath, metrion, zinthos. (Exhaled) Azarath, metrion, zinthos (inhaled)…"

"Azarath, metrion, zinthos. Azarath, metrion, zinthos…"

"Keep breathing, keep breathing." He repeated. She was gasping for air like she was going into labor, the memory wasn't the worst part, but feeling the phantom pain along with it was.

"Azarath, metrion, zinthos. Azarath, metrion, zinthos…"

"AZARATH, METRION, ZINTHOS! AHH-AHHH!" She cried, but her powers were lost. Tears ran down her face, she had never felt this kind of pain before in her life, not even from her first time. She gasped for more air and tried thinking of other ways to get her powers back, but she didn't know what spell he used to caused her to stay limp and to contain her powers.

Garfield was growing stronger, bigger, and was getting angry. His eyes finally changed and then…

He laid there, in his beast form.

He had the power of ten men…if only he could move. He could only watch, as Malchior claimed his sweetheart. Garfield howled, out of instinct, trying to contact any wolves in the nearby area. He couldn't change into any animal, but this beast form wasn't his control. It was instinct. But still, his conscious was alive inside of him and he went limped again because of it. The memory of this night wouldn't be lost, it would stay with him long after he transformed back.

"G-ET O-FF, G-ET O-FF, G-ET O-FF! AH-H-H-H-H-HH! AH-H-H-H!" Raven screamed. She never was the type to cry out loud, as she was a silent crier, but it was all too much. Too much pain, feeling useless against him, all while Garfield laid next to her and helplessly watched it happened.

Each thrust became more violent than the last. What's worse was that since she couldn't move her body, it couldn't recoil from his touch, so she lay there and took the beating from within.

She tried to get in touch with her Rage, if Garfield could turn, why couldn't she? The only problem was that she wasn't mad…which was the only way to summon Rage…she was just terrified and in pain. And even if she could change into Rage, what could she do then? She still wouldn't be able to move, just like Garfield.

"I-I-I could hear…hear…hear you howling." She gasped, burying her puffy red face into Garfield's chest. "I wanted to ca-call Rage out, but I just couldn't!"

Bam!

Crunch!

They heard the walls being punch by the items in the room.

"I know, Rae. I know. I-I…"

It was starting to get to him, as he was remembering it himself. The rain hitting down on them, that English accent, Garfield's heart beating a hundred miles a minute. He tried holding back his tears.

"(Sniffing) I had changed into…my monster…but I still co-couldn't st-op him. I could on-only watch. I-I-I wanted to close my eyes…but I needed to see…to-to know exactly how m-much he hurt you (sniffing).Wh-what did you feel?"

"I f-felt…"

"Ow! Ow-w-w-w-w!" She cried, as Malchior got close to her face and smelled her hair. She managed to spit hard enough to land in his eye.

"That was not a smart move." He remarked as he placed a hand on her mouth to prevent her from trying to conjure up a spell as he picked up speed and thrust faster and harder.

She thought maybe the pain would ease up at some point, but she was wrong, it only grew worse. Her vagina burned, her abdomen was cramping up, her poor cervix getting raw, her inner walls starting to bleed, which created more pain from the burning sensation.

Raven could no longer talk, as she flinched from the force she felt from the memory. Although tears and snot were running all over her face, she sat there in silence, only sniffling and staring at the ceiling, like she was dead to the world. The arena's bleak walls had far too many large holes in them, as the items buzzed around the room like a swarm of bees.

Garfield wrapped his arms around her, while he stroked her hair, but he couldn't control his own emotions anymore. "Oh, Raven! I'm so-rry, I'm-I'm sorry, I'm so-sorry, I-I'm sor-r-r-ry!" His tears fell on her cheek, yet she didn't respond, but continued to stare off into the distance.

She looked like she was numb, yet she was emotional. She was devastated, yet filled with anger.

"That was the first time I told you I loved you." She said too calmly. "Azarath, metrion, zinthos. Azarath, metrion, zinthos…"

"D-O-N'T! D-O-N'T!" She muffled through Malchior's hand. "B-e-ast B-oy…G-a-r-fi-eld…I L-O-VE Y-OU!" She hoped Garfield could hear her.

"Oh, so you do admit it?" Malchior said, pausing for a bit and lifting his hand.

"Ple-ase! Do w-hat-ev-er y-ou wa-nt wi-th me, b-ut lea-ve him a-lone!"

"My dear Raven, I don't make promises I can't keep."

Her body was shaking, she could only close her eyes and cry. If she had powers, half the city would probably explode. He placed his hand over her mouth once again, his nails digging into her skin. She couldn't keep track of time. Had it been five minutes, ten minutes, an hour since he started? However long it had been, it felt like an eternity to her.

"I-I thought h-he was going to k-kill you." Garfield cried out.

"I-I remember, I st-started to get wet…down there…and-and I felt guilty and…and confused."

Garfield held her hand tightly. "Oh, Rae…th-that's just your body pro-protecting you fr-from further harm. It's not your fault…it's not your fault…"

"I-I know, but still. I-I became angry at my body. L-like it be-trayed me." Her eyes glowed white as the dumbbells, floating above them, were hurled across the room and smashed into the giant windows. "I-I didn't mean to d-do that…Azarath, metrion, zinthos. Azarath, metrion, zinthos…"

"Breath…breath…"

Off in the distance, she heard howling. Not just one wolf howling, but a pack of them. Either Malchior didn't know that the pack was coming for him as he was busy torturing her or he thought he had more time.

Whatever it was, he never saw the dogs.

They attacked him head on, about ten of them, Raven counted, and they bit Malchior's body from head to toe. The wolves were grey, black, and white, with yellow and amber eyes, probably not all were from the same pack, but they were working together to tear his skin apart. He tried to fight the dogs off, but since he was taken by surprise and concentrating all his efforts on the wolves, the spell that had made the two Titans motionless, was undone.

When the beast realized that he was free, he hunched over to Raven, seeing her torn clothes and blood coming from her side of her mouth all the way down between her legs. Garfield roared and was about to turn and join the wolves, but Raven put her hand on his shoulder. He studied her pale, sad face, and understood that this was not his fight.

As he backed down, she slowly flew up above him, with blood still dripping down her legs. She calmly opened her eyes to reveal four bright red diamond eyes.

As Malchior was busy fighting the dogs, she used her aura to grab Malchior and knocked him against a brick wall, the wolves still following his scent from below. She hoisted him up in the air once again, the energy nearly choking the life out of him, before smashing him back down to the hard concrete.

"Az…aza" She was losing her voice from the screaming she had done before, but tried to power through it. "Azarath, metrion, zin-THOS!"She mustered. Her voice deepened as her eyes glowed red.

A giant mass of energy, in the shape of a raven, surrounded her. The raven attacked the barely conscious Malchior, crushing him against the wall before he fell back down to the pit of dogs waiting for him.

She hesitated and put a hand to her head as she could feel Rage screaming at her to finish him, to not let the dogs have all the fun. She tried to fight Rage, but she was slipping out. "Azarath, metrion, ZINTHOS!"

Before Malchior had time to open his eyes, his long silver locks wrapped themselves around his throat tightly and started choking him. As he tried to fight off his own hair, he was once again hoisted in the air and thrown into a nearby window. Raven smashed his head into the sharp glass, again and again, his face getting redder.

"No…" She said, trying to fight Rage again, her eyes flashing white back to red back to white. "He's—he's dead…I've killed him…it's over…stop it!"

Rage felt triumphed, she wanted to do more. However, the pain in her stomach had finally contain Rage, as all her energy was lost, and Raven had passed out from three stories up in the air. Garfield had managed to catch her with his oversized palms.

She thought her pain would go away after Malchior got off of her, but it still continued and it felt like it was getting worse. She whispered her chanting as she tried healing herself, hoping it wasn't too late.

"Oh, Azarath!" She cried out, as she focused her energy on her burning abdomen. Was she too late? She was so focused on getting revenge, she had ignored the pain for a small moment. What if she couldn't heal herself? What if…?

She could feel her energy wreaking havoc in the area, parked cars were getting thrown around, loose papers dancing in a vicious circle with the sharpness of a thousand knives, and trash containers melting off in the distance. It was a good thing the area was cleared, with only just the three of them.

Garfield watched Raven try to heal herself and became angry. He turned around and joined the dogs, attacking Malchior, pulling his white hair clean off the scalp, trying to put a cut in every inch of his body, making the grey creature as red as possible.

Raven looked on and saw Malchior's body being spun around by Garfield, but she knew it wasn't enough for Malchior's body to be dead. She wasn't sure if he was just a spirit who could warp into another body or once his original body died, he died. After all, it wasn't his body to begin with, but the wizard Rorek.

She would put him back into his book, burn the damn thing, and scatter the ashes in the sea. That was the plan, but for now, she tried to harness her powers and heal her broken body. She heard street lightbulbs exploding, doors opening, and windows cracking.

The dogs scattered, satisfied with their piece, but Garfield wasn't done. He was about to strike him again, hitting him with enough force to crack his skull, but a black force field blocked the beast's attack. Garfield looked behind him and saw the violet-eyed beauty holding up her hand, full of black aura.

"He's dead! It's over…don't make my mistake and give in to your monster."

Garfield took one more look at Machior, or what was left of him, and decided that he was indeed dead.

The beast went by her side and changed back into his human form. She finally saw his face: one black eye, a blue bruise around his lip that stretch to his neck, his clothes were torn from transforming into his monster, and clutching an opened wound on his side as he called for backup. However, she raised her hands and teleported them to the Tower.

"You—you had never k-killed before." She sniffed. "I-I didn't want that on your conscience."

"But-but, Rae, he had rap—hurt you." He said, with tears in his eyes, afraid to say the word.

"Yes, but kill-killing changes a person, no matter what the justification is-is (sniffing). I had killed before…y-you hadn't…"

"He-he…probably was dead by-by the time I attacked him—he didn't put up much of a-a fight. He couldn't even f-fight back once you were release. Your magic wasn't weak because of you, Rae, you were strong enough to take him down."

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos…"

"(Sniffing) We…we can st-stop for the night." He suggested. "Y-you did good."

"No…no. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos…"

"Rae, I-I don't want y-you to overdo it. We've been at it for over forty minutes—"

"I n-need to fin-finished…th-the wed-ding…"

"Who c-cares? (Sniffing) Y-your health is m-more important." He insisted.

She turned her head and stared in those tearful green eyes. "Ex-actly. I-I have been a-avoiding this l-last part. I want t-to get b-back on the team. I need...I need to continue…"

When the other Titans finally arrived at the infirmary, they found a battered Garfield holding onto Raven's hand, watching in horror as she tried healing her excruciating pain coming from her abdomen. She would heal it in one second, but the pain would start all over again, as she screamed her mantra. The room was buzzing with equipment being lifted by her energy.

"Raven, what's going—?!" Robin said, taking the lead.

Tears were streaming down her face and her ripped clothes barely covered her body anymore, but she didn't care. She went back to her chanting, as she laid on her side, curled up into a ball, sweat coming down her face.

"The baby…" Raven managed to utter.

"WHAT?!" Robin and Cyborg exclaimed together while Starfire gasped.

"How long has she—!" Robin asked.

"Why didn't you tell—?!" Cyborg interjected.

"Please…please! She keeps trying to heal herself…but it's not working!" Garfield shouted, his voice cracking from his tears.

"You guys should have told me! I would have never send her out there—" Robin yelled.

"Can we discuss this later?! HELP HER!" Garfield demanded in anger.

The Titans went into emergency mode and attached Raven to as many wires as possible, so they could monitor both her heart beat and the baby's. All the while, Raven ignored them and continued to release her energy.

Finally, she decided that if she went under a trance for day or so, she could completely heal her body and maybe, just maybe, she could save the baby. So, everyone waited as she began her trance.

The minutes seemed like hours, the hours seemed like days, and the days felt like weeks. When it was all said and done, she woke up after being in a trance for five days. The green creature next to her looked up and had tears rolling down his eyes.

"R-rae…you're a-awake…" He whispered.

"Did…did we lose it?" She asked as calmly as she could to Garfield, but she already knew the answer as she clasped a hand on her stomach, tears swelling her eyes. She had lost it after an hour she went under, but nobody dared to wake her up. All Garfield could do was hug her tightly.

"Th-they asked me so many questions afterwards (sniffing). Why did-didn't you tell us? How did M-Malchior escaped? How much d-damaged did th-the city take? How are-are you feeling? Is-is he still out there?" Raven whispered, slowly breathing in and out. Her tears wiped and her mood a little too calm. She stood there staring at the ceiling. They heard a crash from outside the room, but didn't dare to go check it out, as they knew it was only her energy. "I ju-just wanted to forget."

"I-I-I know." Garfield, on the other hand, was still crying.

"We-we weren't ready to announce anything, just in case…that would happen. No…that's not true…we just wanted…we just wanted to keep it a secret as long as possible…so not a lot of people would interfere with the pregnancy part. I-I wanted to do things our way. Not theirs."

"I-I kn-ow." He repeated. "(Sniffing) How-how did you feel? What did y-you feel?"

"The p-pain was there for a few more days. But, by-by then I could f-finally heal myself. I must have l-lost it when we were in the street (sniffing) and my-my healing was…just too late. I can't…I can't bring back the dead…which is why I kept feeling pain…once it started…I couldn't st-stop it. The baby was already gone…and I felt like…it was my fault."

"B-but it wasn't!" He shouted, but lowered his voice to a whispered. He turned her head to face him. "Y-you protected y-yourself like crazy w-when you were p-pregnant, choosing to stay behind and attack from afar instead of head-on. But y-you didn't have that with him. I didn't h-have that with him. Th-the only person w-whose to bl-blame is him."

"(Sniffing) But I still feel guilt. If I hadn't…gone into Rage."

"No. H-how could you h-have known we were go-going to lose it?" He said. "You a-are not to blame."

They stood there in silence for a while, listening to the destruction happening around them and outside the arena's walls.

"You-you're so calm now." He whispered, surprised.

"No, I'm just not crying. The living room or hallway is probably destroyed, just like this room."

They looked around and saw the giant holes in the wall, scratch marks on the doors, the windows covered in cracks, and training equipment completely melted or partially destroyed.

"Y-you did well." He said. "Ignore it-it all."

"It was only eight weeks. I-I may have been hesitant when I first found out, but I came around to the little monster…"

"We-we stayed up a-at nights, pic-picturing what sh-she would look like—"

"—or he." She countered.

"I-I remember in therapy, I said I-I was afraid to t-touch you again….afraid to get intimate with you again…"

She ran her fingers through his hair. "You were?"

"Yeah, I-I know it was silly, but I thought maybe you-you would have thought I w-was him for a sec in bed and—"

"—It wasn't silly." Tears ran down her cheeks and she lightly dab them away with her hand.

"But also, I-I was afraid of g-getting you pr-pregnant again. Ev-even with your new IUD…I just w-wasn't ready for another one."

"I know." She whispered.

"Will-will we ever b-be normal again?" He asked, looking into her eyes.

"One day, but not today."

"Will we ev-ever want children again?"

She couldn't answer him.

The wedding day came.

Of course, the two lovebirds would laugh in secret about the fact that this wedding was just a farce, but until then, they had to play the part for their guest.

Raven was in the living room, getting 'beautified' by Starfire, with a few members of the wedding party watching and giving tips. Bumblebee, Kole and Argent from Titans North, Pantha from Titans South, and Jinx. Raven looked at herself in the mirror, silently trying to reaffirm her commitment to this outlandish wedding while Starfire went back and forth with the wedding party as to what shoes, blush, eyeshadow, necklace, earrings ('does it not matter if the ears are not pierce?'), and hairstyle Raven should have.

As the hour went by and slowly, but surely, they managed to dress her with too pink on her pale cheeks, Starfire asked the wedding party if she could be alone with Raven as she put on the finishing touches.

"Oh, Raven, is it not fabulous?!" Cried Starfire as she put on the birdcage veil. She was wearing a short blue party dress, with rhinestones all over the skirt. Raven could only pick out the color, but nothing else, as it seemed that was all she was able to contribute to the wedding. Starfire had made a horrible vanilla cake—which Raven didn't think that was possible to do—with warm blueberries on the top…but at least it was blue. "You are entering into a wondrous union!"

"Yes." She said, annoyed.

"Are you not excited?" Starfire asked.

"Yes, I am." She said, looking down at her dress and noticing a small patch of dirt on the bottom from her trip to the woods. She smiled.

Starfire zipped her up. "I have talked to Robin…"

"Starfire, not today."

"But he is willing to let you to come back on, provided that you are well enough."

"It won't happen again."

"But," Starfire paused, looking her over to see if everything was just perfect, her hand reaching for a brush filled with more blush. "I have to ask, are you well enough?"

Raven stood silent for a moment before saying, "I am better than before."

Starfire took her hand, inspecting it to see if her red nail polish needed retouching. "We have…we have never talked about it. Not even after it happened."

Raven turned her gaze back to the mirror, trying to avoid eye contact with her. "I didn't want too."

"I know." Letting go of her hand. Starfire gently brushed Raven's cheeks, even though they were pink enough. "I just…felt hurt."

"That wasn't my intention…Star…it wasn't easy for me to open up to Beast Boy. And he was there. He saw it."

"Yes, Beast Boy was kind enough to tell me what had happened. But…" She tried finding the words. "I wanted to comfort you. I know now that was selfish, thinking that you were pushing me away when you were hurt. But, tell me truthfully, are you okay now?" She said, looking into her eyes.

"No, I'm not," Raven said, surprised by her own words. "But I'm getting there." She let out a small smile and Starfire smiled back. Raven began to feel guilty from the secret she was keeping. "Starfire…Garfield and I eloped a few months ago. We're just doing this wedding for the press and the Titan's image."

Starfire eyes widen. "Do the others know?"

"No, you're the first."

"I should be mad, but I am happy to be in on your little secret." She said, putting down the blush. "I need not tell the boys this news."

"Thank you." Raven exhaled.

A few minutes later, just when Raven was (finally) ready, the hallway door opened with a gasping Robin, wearing a purple suit, running towards the women.

"Raven…Beast Boy's asking for you…he won't…he won't walk until he sees…sees you!" Robin exclaimed, catching his breath.

"What's going on?!" Raven demanded.

"Well…he went…went into his room and—"

"What!?" Her eyes flashed red, but she quickly composed herself and became her monotone voice, with eyes glaring at her leader, she asked, "Why did you let him go into his room?"

"Let him?...We thought he was just…just getting something…for the…wedding…and then…he wouldn't leave…we realized he was…in there for a long…time…we asked him…but he said…he wouldn't leave…"

Raven put on her blue cloak and engulfed herself with her black energy, as she transported herself into Garfield's old room.

Cyborg was sitting by the dressed-up Garfield, who was clutching a stuffed bear and looking down at the yellow rattle next to him. The room still had the same green walls and the messy bunk bed, only it was stripped of its sheets. In the corner, was a brand new white baby basket and some of Garfield's old toys, as well as new yellow ones, laid out next to it.

The room was meant to be the nursey and the two had secretly done some shopping and acquiring baby items before Malchior came into their lives. After Malchior, neither of them had entered the room and allowed it to collect dust since then.

Cyborg noticed the black energy and saw Raven appearing before his eyes. "Rae, I didn't know…" Cyborg began.

"Shh, it's okay." She said, but she was still harboring anger in her soul against Cyborg and Robin.

The idiots had one job, help him get ready, and Garfield walking into his old room certainly wasn't going to help him in any way. They knew his old room contained all the baby stuff and instead of getting rid of it, the three Titans thought it was best to leave it alone, for a time when Starfire or one of the other Titans would get pregnant and thus past it on as a free gift. Cyborg left the two to have some privacy.

"Why did you come in here?" She asked Garfield gently.

"I don't know…I just had too." He said, picking up the rattle and shaking it. She sat down next to him. "I remember saying yellow was a stupid color and that we should decide on green or blue…but you said it was a gender-neutral color and that it's better to not guess until we knew for certain. But I just knew we were expecting a girl. We need more girls who love green." He looked up to her and even though she was wearing her cloak, he could see her wedding dress beneath it. "You look beautiful."

She ignored his flattery. "This is not healthy."

"Yes, it is." He looked back down at the rattle. "You have come so far…and now it's my turn. I have…been avoiding this room for so long. I know this room was my next step. To look at these items, to hold them, to feel them."

"But…why today? Of all days?" She refused to touch the items, her emotions already battling it out in her head. The two had already spent the last few days cleaning up the Tower from all of damage she had done the night she finally recounted the whole event, she didn't want to clean up anymore big messes for a long time.

"To…try to let go…before I move on to another part of my life…"

"But…we're already married."

"I know. I can't explain it, but I need to try, as little as I can, to let go before I walk down that aisle." He tried handing her the rattle, but she wouldn't take it.

"I…I can't." She confessed.

"That's okay. Someday maybe. But today, right now, it's my turn."

She looked at the small wooly green blanket Garfield had picked out, with a picture of a lion stitched in. Funny, purple was Garfield's preferred color, but he kept pushing green because he figured it was just as gender-neutral as yellow, only less 'bright' and more 'tolerable'.

"We'll never let go though." She said, tears welling her eyes, trying her best to keep them inside.

"No, but we need to let go of this sadness, of this stupid memory of him and his effect on us." He grasped the rattle and put it closed to his forehead, visualizing his supposed child.

Raven allowed the silence to fill the air as she rubbed his back and repeated her mantra to him, as if he could adopt it as his own and help control his feelings.

"Green eyes," He whispered. "Or violet eyes—I could never settle on which one—my square jaw, your nose. My thick hair, your coloring…"

"You need to stop." She warned.

"Why? What's it going to hurt now?" He said, looking up at her.

"I can feel your heart beating faster, your emotions raising, your brainwaves going crazy."

"But, I…I just need too. Please, Rae, let me just…properly mourned her." He pleaded, looking up to her. "Or him." He added.

After what seemed like an eternity, the silence building up as he continued to gaze into her eyes, Raven said, "If…if it makes you feel better…it was a girl. I…I felt a female presence."

Garfield couldn't help, but cry, with tears streaming down his face and Raven quietly joining him.

They agreed on the name Arel Marie Logan.

Epilogue

A year after the celebrity wedding that neither Raven nor Garfield cared to remember, things were beginning to go back to normal.

Starfire was able to spend more time with Raven and have her laughing once again, Robin had softened up a bit around the two, realizing how hard he was being, and Cyborg was able to help Garfield clean up his old room and store the baby items somewhere else.

Raven was back on the team, making sure to have her private sessions with Garfield at least four times a week and Garfield had begun the long process of starting therapy once again, as he had realized with Raven that he wasn't completely cured of his PTSD either. Their room was back to normal and the Tower sighed with relief as it wasn't being torn up every other day. Well, except their love making nights.

On a cold day in autumn, with the wind blowing hard against the windows, the two Titans were sitting on the floor, leaning against their bed, starring off into the distance with only the sound of the ticking clock filling the air.

Garfield grabbed her hand and she in turn gazed into his eyes. He smiled and she kissed his cheek, before then leaning her head on his shoulder. She squeezed his hand tightly and she could hear his heavy breathing getting more intense with each passing second.

Finally, the alarm went off. She looked up to him, he nodded, and she stood up and walked into the bathroom while he leaned over and turned off the alarm on the drawer beside him.

She came back out, staring at the warm white stick in her hand.

"Well?" He asked, his heart racing, ready at a moment's notice to celebrate or cry.

She looked up and smiled.

The End