Teen Titans: A Fanfiction

Chapter 3

AT ALFRED'S DRIVE-IN (FAST FOOD RESTAURANT)

Raven's POV:

"So, how did you end up here?" Robin asked, leaning towards the table we were seated at.

"I ran away from home back in Detroit," I replied, trying to keep it light. "I was on a school field trip to a museum. There was this artifact that triggered something dark inside me. It was like I was a witch or something. Things went south really fast, so I just took off."

He raised an eyebrow, "What happened to your parents?"

I shrugged, not wanting to delve too deep. "I might've lied a little earlier. My mom died when I was three. After that, I ended up with my foster mom, Melissa. She was always scared of me, like I was some kind of monster. And my dad?... Never mind. "

"Where's your foster mother now?" he probed further, and I could feel the intensity in his gaze.

"Probably looking for me back in Detroit," I said casually, like it was no big deal.

"What? She's searching for you, and you're just here, sipping on slushies thinking everything's fine? " He sounded incredulous.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "It's not like she did anything for me. She used to lock me in my room at night. Put crosses all over the house as if I was some God forsaken demon. Leaving was honestly the best decision I ever made."

Robin's expression shifted from annoyance to understanding. I could tell he was processing what I'd said, and for a moment, the tension between us eased. It was nice to share, even if I didn't want to say everything out loud.

I took a breath, reaching out to touch his palms, feeling the emotions swirling around him. I caught glimpses of his past. Pain, loss, a struggle for control. I didn't need to say anything; I could just sense it.

"What did you do just now?" he asked bewildered, as he retreated his hands to himself.

I pull my hand back, feeling the connection linger. "I can feel what other people are feeling. I sense their emotions and what they're going through."

He blinked, taking in my words. "Like... a psychic connection?"

I nodded. "Something like that. It helps me understand people, even if I don't want to."

His gaze softened, and I saw he was trying to comprehend this new layer of me. Before he could respond, he stood up. "I'll go get that pizza."

"Oh and no pineapples on the crust." I reminded him.

"Obviously." He said with a weird expression.

I watched him walk to the counter, feeling a strange mix of emotions. I might have revealed a part of myself, but I can't shake the darkness that still lingers beneath my surface.

Robin ordered the pizza, and I glanced around the diner, hoping for a moment of calm. That's when I spotted the weirdest thing of the day. A green-skinned guy sitting at a table with a dude in a hoodie. He looked different, like he belonged nowhere.

I got up, needing a moment to clear my head. As I walk past their table, I head for the bathroom.

Inside, I splash water on my face, staring at the reflection. My image twists momentarily, the darkness creeping back in. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing it away. When I open them, I feel stronger.

Exiting the bathroom, I bumped right into the green guy.

"Oh, sorry," he says, his voice soft and nervous.