Hello,
Ok this is my first Teen Titans fanfic. About a month ago I saw the episode with Trigon and the slight hint and Robin and Raven being a couple and I fell in love. I have since been trying to read every single fanfic that features them. My favorites are by alena-chan and animefreak03. I love their stories.
Anyway the inspiration for this story was the song Gypsies, Tramps and Theives by Cher. I know not a good thing, but when I need to write a story I write a story. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going to go with this story, there are just a couple of loose ends I need to tie up, but I'll cross those bridges when I come to them.
Please review!
Enkaiame
She sat in the backseat of the car. She longed for a book to read so that her mind would be occupied, but instead she had to settle for staring out the window. Houses, office buildings, people, cars, the occasional animal, they all were shown to her as her family, correction her people drove by.
"UHH!" her mother broke into a series of coughs.
Her father drove on. "Arella are you ok?"
She nodded between coughs.
She sat behind her mother. Reaching a hand carefully out she stroked her hair. She found a bottle in the cooler on the floor, she hoped the water would sooth her mother's throat.
"Thank you sweetie." She sipped on the bottle.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. She once again resumed her observance of the world outside the car. There were a few more trees in this area; the houses were bigger and cleaner. The cars were nicer, more expensive, most of them from Europe. Women were walking children in school uniforms with colorful backpacks that showed their favorite cartoon. These women were obviously not the mothers, they wore uniforms and looked foreign. Only one of the many she saw looked like she could have been related to the child, but it was a foolish thought.
"Disgusting." Her father grunted as he watched a group of children with their nannies cross the street in front of their car.
She grunted. It was sick of him to say something like that. She knew as hard as her father tried that he did not fit in with the rest of the family. He was too sophisticated, educated; his presence still had an air about him that said he did not belong.
"Raven." her mother called her. "How are you feeling?"
She wished her mother would worry more about her health than Raven. "I'm fine. How are you?"
She turned to give her a weak smile. "I'm good."
"Here we are!" Her father drove under an archway that read: Gotham Park. This would be their home for then next month. She looked behind her to see the other cars. Everyone was with them. They found an empty clearing in the trees. Everyone set to work.
"Hey Raven!" she heard a high almost whiny voice of a young boy. Turning around she found herself face to face with The Changeling.
"What do you want Gar?"
"C'mon lets go explore." He tried to think of a reason under the painful glare of her eyes. "You need to find some fabric to fix your costume right?"
"Go on!" Raven looked at her mother who was sitting under an oak tree. An old blue and red shaw draped across her shoulders. She smiled up at her daughter. "Go, you do need to fix a skirt. Find something pretty."
Before she new it Gar was dragging her down the streets of Gotham. He wore a pair of jeans that hid his skinny bird like legs with a green t-shirt that matched his eyes. He would stop in every clothing store's window and tell her how she would look beautiful in what they had on display. He would then ask if she wanted him to buy it for her because he was just that nice of a guy. She would always decline.
"Raven baby!" he cried. She almost ran into him as he stopped in front of a window display. "You would look so good in this!"
She looked up to see a dark purple dress. It would cling to her breasts, hips and waist if she were to wear it. The skirt was long and tight as well, but it formed a train about a foot or two long. She looked up at the bodice. The collar was made to show off cleavage, much to Gar's delight, by the v-dip in the middle and that the straps were made to be off the shoulder. It was beautiful she would admit that. She actually would not mind wearing it.
"No." she kept walking.
Gar's face faulted. "What? What to do you mean?" he ran to keep up with her.
"I wouldn't want it." Her voice was emotionless.
"How could you not! It's perfect. You love purple!" his hands waved about their heads.
She kept walking ignoring him. People would occasionally stare at her. By now she had gotten used to it. Gar on the other hand did not like the stares and could not ignore them. Gingerly he placed a hand on the small of her back to show some dominance, a couple of guys stopped their leering.
"What are you doing?" she whipped around, purposefully stepping on his toes.
His face was red. Nice going Gar, he sadly congratulated himself. "N-nothing…" he did not want her to be angry.
"I don't feel like dealing with this." She turned on her heals, and vanished before he could do anything to stop her.
I can't believe him, she thought. Quickly she passed through people, and turned conors. Gar is such an ass. Why can't he every keep his mouth shut! Why did he have to put his hands on me! What makes him think he had such a right! Ass knows I hate being touched!
"Uguph!" she fell to the ground. She looked around her to see an other person on the ground with her. "AH!" she gasped as she realized the stranger was right on top of her.
The stranger began to move off of her. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
She looked up to meet a pair of strikingly blue eyes. Cautiously she took his hand. "It was my fault."
"Are you alright?" he brushed some dust from her shoulders.
Somehow she became painfully aware of her clothes. She wished the jeans and t-shirt gone as well as her bra and underwear to be replaced with something else more comfortable. She clutched her shoulder. Her face was warm, she could feel the blood rising in her cheeks, and this only made her angry at her stupid behavior, causing more color to stain her skin. "I'm fine" snapped out of her mouth.
"Geez…sorry." He back off a little, his hands raised slightly.
"Raven!" She peered over her shoulder to see Gar waving at her.
Grabbing the man's hand she ran. "Where are we-" She ducked them into an alley. Placing a hand over his mouth she waited until she saw Gar walk by.
"I'm sorry." Was panted out before she let go. "It's just that he really bothers me so anytime I can get away from him I try."
She took time to notice the man. He wore jeans and a t-shirt like everyone else, but the stitching and design seemed to suggest that he had a bit of money to his name. His jet-black hair was a mess. Parts of it stuck up and others fell down, but it looked natural. He was rather handsome. If she were with the rest of her family, her cousins would be trying to flirt with him.
"Who is he?"
"A family friend."
An irksome silence followed. Finally the stranger could not take it anymore. "So…I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"
"Yes." This question was not new to her. It was asked at almost every stop they made. "Could you help me find my way to the park? I'm supposed to meet my parents there."
He studied the girl. Her violet hair, which was below her shoulder blades, was kept back in a ponytail. A couple of tresses fell out and on to her face, framing it perfectly. What really impressed him was that her eyes were amethyst. He had never seen eyes that were that color. She would be worth a chase. Giving her a charming smile he said, "Sure."
So what did you think? I didn't really think I should cut the chapter off there, but I didn't want it to get too much longer so I did cut it off. Sorry if you think it's a bit slow but all good stories start off like that, except for the summer reading you are assigned for English class. Please review! Anyway the next chapter should be up soon.