Meeting You

Reminiscence

*Reminiscence *

It was mid-morning and Raven was still dressed in the green pajamas from the night before. Raven, the Doom Patrol, and the Titans were quietly gathered in the Ops room. They thought it would be fit to tell Raven stories that had happened to hopefully trigger her memory. Raven was silently glaring daggers at Robin while she fiddled a quilt Beast boy had bundled her in.

"And we fought our evil clones." Beast boy had interrupted Robin. "But it was just me, Cy and Star."

Robin waited to make sure he was done interrupting, "After everything, you had still kept hope." Robin concluded the end of the world story.

Starfire sat on her knees on the floor, "Afterwards we participated in the first meal of the day as celebration."

Raven remained silent and kept her eyes trained on the blanket clustered with black ravens. This had been going on since breakfast and it was beginning to bother her. Starfire had told of their sleep overs and heart to heart talks, as if Raven would want to spend hours being dolled up. Cyborg had recalled some Disneyland trip that had never happened the way she remembered. She couldn't imagine wanting to be in a place that had a lot of walking, long lines, and crowds.

"You hated it at first." Cyborg rested his foot on his opposite knee. "Like when Starfire dragged you Fantasyland."

Robin couldn't fight the small smile that pulled at his lips. "You warmed up to it later."

"Oh, I know something." Beast boy rose to his feet and exited the Ops room. A minute barely ticked by before he returned with a stack of books. "It's not so easy to forget a language. You're one of those poly thingies."

Beast boy placed some of the books in her lap as he plopped down next to her. The others glanced at each other, unsure of Beast boy's actions. Raven wasn't fond of anyone but in particular she was wary of Beast boy. She had tried to keep her distance but it only proved to be unsuccessful. Beast boy flipped through the pages of the books and held it up in front of her face.

"You mean a polyglot?" Rita asked as she made her way back to the couch.

"Yeah," Beast boy watched Raven's purple eyes, "Go ahead and read the first sentence."

Raven glanced at the words on the pages but she couldn't make out the jumbled mess. He had pulled a variety of books that were in different languages. "I only read in English." She pushed the two books away from her face. "I don't know any other languages."

Rita sighed, "Perhaps I could retell some stories of Gar when he was younger. As I recall you've enjoyed them."

"He was a handful to take care of at that age." Clifford added with a hallow chuckle.

Mento shook his head, "Define: at that age." Raven chose not to look up at the room crowded of people, she disliked the attention.

"Garfield used loved to pretend that he was being filmed for a reality show." Rita brushed her dark hair over her shoulder, "Everywhere we went he would narrate what was happing to imaginary cameras. Steve didn't like it when it got to the point when he invaded everyone's privacy..."

Beast boy was red in the face from embarrassment. Raven had tuned Rita out, completely uninterested of what the woman had to say. The room was silent after Rita was finished; it took a moment for Raven to realize they were waiting for a reaction. Raven knew exactly what they were doing and she loathed them all for it. They were messing with her, taking advantage of her when she was at her weakest.