The first time I met Raven, I thought she hated me. To be fair, she looked like she hated everyone. She was sitting alone in the common room, hood up, reading a book thick enough to kill someone with. Which, knowing Titans, probably wasn't impossible. I walked past. She looked up. Our eyes met. Then she looked back down at her book. That was it. No greeting. No introduction. Nothing. Honestly? Respect. Later that day, Beast Boy decided introductions were necessary. Unfortunately. "Damian, this is Raven." "I know." Raven didn't look up. Beast Boy blinked. "You've literally never spoken." "I've seen her." Raven turned a page. "I've seen him." Beast Boy looked offended. "Okay, wow." A few days later I found myself in the library. Again. Because unlike everyone else in this tower, books didn't annoy me. The room was empty. Or so I thought. Then I noticed Raven curled up in a chair by the window. Reading. Again. I was beginning to suspect she lived there. I sat down across from her. Neither of us spoke. Minutes passed. Peaceful. Then—