BBRAE TITANS, GAR AND RACHEL, RAVEN AND BEASTBOY

Meeting Batman

Rachel felt like she was falling, everything around her was dark and freezing cold, her ears were crammed with screams of pain and evil joy. Landing somewhere, in someplace, she felt a presence next to her. Gar.
Gar couldn't stop vomiting his stomach was on fire, every inch of him craving and disposing the steak and cow blood Jason forced into his system. His body was cold, but his back was getting warmer and warmer, hands were rubbing against his now bare skin. What had happened to the pj shirt he had,had on? Who's hands were these? Why were they so soft and calming? While the vomiting was slowly coming to a stop, Gar could finally catch his breath and attempt to stop crying rivers. He tried many times to turn his head to see who it was holding him but the mysterious figure would always shh him and tell him to breathe. Suddenly a warmth burned through his cheek and into his heart and mind snapping himself into reality, Rachel, it was Rachel's hands holding him and it was her gentle lips against his skin. "Gar...your okay now aren't you?" She was whispering so close into his ear he could feel the warmth in her breath. "Rae where are we?" "I don't know....but it seems almost familiar" Gar looked up around the room, the same time he locked eyes with the door it opened. And Alfred himself walked in. Rachel's mouth dropped open. Wane Manner, somehow they were looking up at the very butler , Gar shirtless and covered in tears and blood whilst, herself in a sports bra under Gars jumper, which was oversized on her and purple Cotten pants Kori had bought her from the children's section in target at Easter. "Alfred" Rachel had gasped into Gars ear as he turned to face the figure in the doorway. "Hello? Do I know you? how long have you been in here?"

"Hi, I'm Rachel and this is Gar. No I'm quite positive we haven't met yet, and We've been here maybe half an hour." Rachel tried her best to be polite but it still came out tired and moody, she had used up so much energy getting here and calming Gar down that her eyelids felt like tons of bricks. Gar looked at Rachel worryingly her words were slurring and she was slowly collapsing into his arms. Her head finally landed In Gars arms as he pulled her into his lap, so she could sleeping sitting up using his body as support. "Is your friend okay there?" The man who had entered asked. "Rachel I think she's just tired hehe" "may i ask your name?" "Oh I'm uh Garfield, you can just call me Gar." "Master Garfield, come with me, and bring your little friend" the man had headed out the door holding it open for the pair. Gar lifted Rachel into his arms bridal style and pressed her face towards his chest so she could be warm as in his arms she was deathly cold. "Follow me I'll take you to the lounge room" Gar wasn't paying attention to wear he was going he was more focusing on Rachel, watching the way she slept in his arms. "Master Bruce, I found these two in the bedroom upstairs on the left side." The man he was talking to wasn't as important as a Rachel was, Gar didn't even take a glance, he was all to focused on Rachel's checks they were suddenly red, and her body was getting too warm, her breathing was becoming less and less steady. "Master Garfield? Is everything alright?" It wasn't hard for Bruce and Alfred to see the growing concern on the green haired boys face, as he never looked away from the small goth looking girl in his arms "she's to hot, I don't know what's wrong! I- l Rachel?" His eyes grew so wide Bruce thought they were going to pop out of his skull. The purple haired girl had began shaking "Rachel!" "I'm..hot.." the girl had chocked out before becoming unconscious once again. "Do you have a medical room? I know how to do everything.. but if theirs blood I might not be able to cope. Please I'm basically a doctor! With experience on patients too! Please!" Gar was begging them, the two adults that looked at him with no emotions on their faces couldn't they see something was wrong with her? "Two rooms down that hallway" Gar ran faster than he thought he could, the two curious adults walking behind him, as soon as he got to the room he laid Rachel down on the hospital bed, and began watching over her breathing and hydration, everything was fine. But Rachel was still, hot as a fire and knocked out. Bruce watched dazed as the young boy no older than 17 in his eyes, followed all the procedures and monitories 100% correctly, whilst still looking confused and concerned. "You have to check her heart rate." Bruce stated as he glided over to the girl and connected her up to one of the monitors only to receive nothing. No heart rate. "Uh..." Bruce didn't now how to put it as the young boy still circled the female checking her pulse and blood pressure, how could he tell him, her heart had stoped "no. No. She doesn't have a heart anymore." The boy glided past Bruce and re connected the machine to the stone on her forehead, instantly the machine started to beep. What the fuck, who was this?.

"Rachel..babababa Rachel.....bababababa" the boy was singing softly a tune into the goths ears. "I'm...hot...so..hot" she was only mumbling in her unconscious state but it was enough information to know they needed to take that huge jumper off her and cool down her back. "Take the jumper off her and get ice!" Bruce was now giving orders as usual. Pulling the green jumper of her small back Bruce saw a tattoo indicating she was 18 or over, if the case she was extremely small for her age. "How old is she?" Bruce asked "14 and I'm 15" Gar responded Bruce raised an eyebrow "how'd she get the tattoo?" "Huh? Oh it's a raven!" The boy laughed "it's a birthmark." " a birthmark?" "Yeh, you know she's the 'raven' destroyer/ saviour of worlds?...oh uh" Gar tried to brush off what he had accidentally spilt by pretending to look at Rachel but as soon as he saw her he couldn't take his eyes off her. The way her skin looked like a woven silk in colour but was smooth like marble. The way she had always hid her arms and now he knew why, all down her arms were scars, she had cut herself. Open cuts were like tigers had clawed at her waist, this Gar had knew about, the darkness had made these, scissors or blades had made the others. Gar took a moment to think about the shit she must have went through to get to that dark place, the struggle and he hadn't been able to help her. "Garfield get the stitches. Her cuts are about 4 inches deep. Do you know how she got these?" Bruce was seriously concerned about this child's health, her skin was sickly pale and she had cuts so deep they almost met the bone, it was obvious her mental health wasn't up their due to the scars on her arms and the reference the boy had used 'destroyer of worlds' clearly ment she had some world of her own set up, Not to mention the unconscious state she was in now. "The darkness. Dick said I'm the only one who can bring her back from the darkness, because of our connection. Dick doesn't know she has them." It was like the boy was in a trance staring at the girl he obviously cared about. "Dick who?" Bruce asked, it couldn't possibly be they both knew the former Robin could it? "Dick, dick the flying Grayson" the green haired boy chuckled still unblinkingly watching the goth girl.

This chapters a bit weird ngl :P