Fan Fiction ❯ Bloody Eyes ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Strausse 
Here's chapter 6,
Raven gets therapy and Robin get's a visit...
Please R&R
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 282 | Status: Completed
Here's chapter 6,
Raven gets therapy and Robin get's a visit...
Please R&R
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.03.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 282 | Status: Completed
A/N, Just wanted to say thanks for the reviews, I was a little nervous how people would take this story when I started, but it's been pretty well recieved.
Please R&R, reviews are what I live for *sheepish grin*
Hope you enjoy
Bloody Eyes
Chapter 6
Raven walked into the garage, looking for Beastboy and Cyborg. She saw Cyborg holding Beastboy, who was pinned to the wall. "You will follow the speed limit, you will not play with the buttons, you will drive carefully, you will not pop wheelies..." Cyborg was giving Beastboy a long list of do's and do not's when driving the T-car.
Something about the sight of Cyborg and Beastboy like that sent a shockwave of fear down her spine. She managed to keep her voice steady when she spoke, "Cyborg, we're going to be late, mind letting my driver go?"
Cyborg glanced back over his shoulder before dropping Beastboy to the ground. He leaned down for one more warning, "And if I find one scratch on her, I am going to wring your scrawny little neck, capice?"
"Yeah, man, I'll be careful with it." Beastboy stood and brushed himself off, "Where's the keys?"
Cyborg dropped the keys into Beastboy's outstretched hand. "Be careful with my baby."
Beastboy grinned as he ran to the passenger door and pulled it open with a flourish, "M'lady, your chariot awaits."
Raven gave Beastboy a weak smile as she settled into the seat. Beastboy ran around the car and jumped into the driver's seat, intercepting a scowl from Cyborg who was leaning against the wall near the door. He grinned wider when he jammed the key's into the ignition and started the car. "Wanna see something funny, Rae?"
Raven cringed, already knowing what Beastboy was planning, "He's going to kill you." she said as she buckled herself in.
"Maybe, but it'll be worth it." He jammed his foot on the gas peddle and tore out of the garage, to the sound of Cyborg's tortured cries and Beastboy's near maniacal laughter. As soon as the car was out of the tower and heading over the submersible bridge that connected the tower with the mainland, Beastboy slowed to the speed limit. He glanced over at Raven, who did not look fazed by the event. "Did that bother you, Rae?"
Raven glanced over at him, "No, why?"
Beastboy sniffed the air. "Remember our talk from last night, I can sense your emotions, it's pretty much true that dogs can smell fear."
"It wasn't your driving, it's something that I will have to deal with."
"I saw the bruises around your throat, did Mammoth..."
Raven grasped weekly at the large hand the encircled her throat, pinning her to the wall. She struggled to breath, even as she wished that he would squeeze harder, ending her torture. As her world began to turn black, the hand loosened and her traitorous body greedily pulled in lungfulls of air, bringing her back from the brink of unconsciousness. Between her wheezing gasps she managed to speak in barely a whisper. Mammoth leaned in close to here her speak, "Just kill me now, please."
Mammoth grinned at her, a grin that would probably never leave her nightmares, "We're just getting started ,Raven, I've only had you for a few hours." His hand tightened, cutting off her air supply once again.
Raven's scream ended abruptly as she became aware of the strong hands that held gently onto her wrists. She could hear Beastboy as if from a distance, "Raven, please calm down. He's not here, he can't hurt you anymore, I won't let you."
Raven let her still struggling arms fall into her lap as her tears threatened to overwhelm her. Beastboy released her hands and collapsed back into his seat, "I'm sorry, Rae, I shouldn't have brought him up."
Raven choked back a sob before replying, "It's okay, you didn't know that would happen." She looked over and saw several long scratches down his cheek and the remnants of a black eye. "Beastboy, I'm sorry."
Beastboy looked at her, confusion on his face, "What do you mean?"
"Your face."
Beastboy angled the rear view mirror down to reflect his face and saw the scratches, "Never noticed, don't worry about it."
Raven reached up and ran her fingers down the long scratches, leaving unblemished skin in their wake. "I hate this."
"What do you mean?"
"I hate being weak, and I hate hurting my friends." Raven lost control as she wet into her hands.
Beastboy nervously pulled her into his arms, unsure of what her reaction would be. "Raven, you're not weak, and you're not hurting us. Don't say that again, don't even think it, okay?"
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Raven sat in an uncomfortable seat in the therapist’s waiting room, staring at a clip board without really seeing it. She knew she had to have these filled out before the appointment would begin, but seemed to be unable to focus on them. "You okay, Rae?"
Raven looked up at Beastboy sitting in a chair opposite the one she was in, "I'm fine." She looked down at the clip board, checking in the appropriate boxes and filling in blank spaces, "You know you didn't have to wait for me."
"I don't mind."
Raven filled in the last few spaces and took the clip board to the receptionist. The receptionist gave it a quick once over, her eyebrows raising at some of the answers, before nodding, "Alright, the doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She stood and walked out through a side door.
Raven sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, tapping her foot as she watched the clock. Soon the door opened and the receptionist came back, "She's ready for you, Raven." Raven stood and walked through the door that the receptionist indicated and into the therapist's office.
Raven saw an older woman sitting behind a large desk, examining that paper that Raven had just filled out. She looked up and saw Raven standing uncomfortably in the door way. She smiled up at her and indicated a chair across from her desk. "Come in, have a seat." Raven sat in the chair and stared down at her folded hands. "I am Dr. Harrison, and you are Raven, correct?"
"Yes"
"Is Raven your real name?"
"Yes."
"And no last name."
"We don't use them where I come from, not enough people to make it necessary."
The therapist scanned her sheet again, "Half-demon?"
"Yeah."
"Family therapy is out of the question then, hm?" She smiled up at Raven, who smile back weakly.
"Yeah, dad would just as soon eat your soul or something."
Dr. Harrison stood and led Raven to the other side of the room where two chairs and a couch were sitting. "Sit wherever you're comfortable and we can get started."
Raven simply pulled her legs out from under her and started hovering in mid air, her hands resting on her knees, and looked expectantly at the wide eyed therapist. "I'm ready."
"Alright." The therapist sat in one of the leather chairs and picked up a small notebook and pen from an end table. "If you ever want to know what I'm writing, just let me know and you can see my notes. Now, do you know why you're here?"
"I was..." she still found that she had difficulty even saying it. "I was raped. My friends don't think that I'm handling it well."
The therapist nodded, making a few notations. "And what do you think about your handling of the situation?"
"I'm having a hard time dealing with it, but who wouldn't?"
"You're right, anybody who goes through that spends some time dealing with it. My job is to help you learn to get past it, to move on from what happened." She made a few more notations and set her pad on the table. "Would you like anything to drink? Coffee, tea, soda?"
"Herbal tea, if you have any."
Raven watched as Dr. Harrison filled two coffee mugs and put them in a small microwave. She leaned against the wall next to it as it hummed away, "You don't want to be here, do you?"
"No. When Robin asked me to come, I tried to say no, I thought I could handle it on my own."
Dr. Harrison pulled the mugs out of the microwave. Into one she dropped a tea bag and into the other she stirred in instant coffee. She picked them up and walked back, giving the tea to Raven. "And now?"
"I don't know."
"What's changed since then?"
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Beastboy looked up from the psychology magazine he had been flipping through, when the door opened. Raven stepped out as he stood. "She wants to talk to you, Beastboy." Beastboy nodded and walked through the door as Raven took a seat.
Beastboy walked into the therapist’s office and saw her in one of the leather chairs in the corner. She waved him over, "Please have a seat."
Beastboy sat in the opposite chair and waited nervously for the therapist to speak, "I'm Dr. Harrison."
"I'm Beastboy."
"So, what do you think about what's been going on with Raven?"
"I don't know. It all kind of scares me, I don't like to see her hurting."
The doctor nodded, "I can't make any diagnoses yet, but if her symptoms persist after thirty days, then I'm going to call it post traumatic stress disorder. Do you know what that is?"
"Pretty much. Flashbacks, nightmares, depression."
"That's right, though flashbacks are somewhat rare." She consulted her notepad. "I would like to see Raven again, though I'm not sure what she had to say on the subject."
"Yeah, she really didn't want to come."
"If she doesn't come by her own choice, I can't do much to help her. Some people can handle it fine on their own though."
"She's strong, if anyone can, then she can."
"Good, support her, she needs all the friends that she can get right now."
"I know. We're all there for her."
"Good. One last thing before you leave, though. I've been in this business for twenty years now, and I've gotten pretty good at reading people. She needs friends now, but I don't think she's ready for anything more."
"I know."
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Robin threw a flurry of punches into a well worn heavy bag, ending with a fierce kick. He stepped back and picked up a towel off a folding chair and used it to mop his sweating brow. As he reached for a water bottle, the door of the gym slid open, admitting Cyborg. "Hey, man, what's up?"
Cyborg looked nervous as he answered, "There's somebody here to see you, he's in your office?"
"Who?"
"Um... Batman."
Robin's eyes narrowed. He pushed past Cyborg and walked out into the hall, not slowing until he reached the door of his rarely used office. He slid the door open quickly, impatiently and walked in. His eyes locked onto the dark knight, his voice quivered with anger, "What are you doing in my city?"
Please R&R, reviews are what I live for *sheepish grin*
Hope you enjoy
Bloody Eyes
Chapter 6
Raven walked into the garage, looking for Beastboy and Cyborg. She saw Cyborg holding Beastboy, who was pinned to the wall. "You will follow the speed limit, you will not play with the buttons, you will drive carefully, you will not pop wheelies..." Cyborg was giving Beastboy a long list of do's and do not's when driving the T-car.
Something about the sight of Cyborg and Beastboy like that sent a shockwave of fear down her spine. She managed to keep her voice steady when she spoke, "Cyborg, we're going to be late, mind letting my driver go?"
Cyborg glanced back over his shoulder before dropping Beastboy to the ground. He leaned down for one more warning, "And if I find one scratch on her, I am going to wring your scrawny little neck, capice?"
"Yeah, man, I'll be careful with it." Beastboy stood and brushed himself off, "Where's the keys?"
Cyborg dropped the keys into Beastboy's outstretched hand. "Be careful with my baby."
Beastboy grinned as he ran to the passenger door and pulled it open with a flourish, "M'lady, your chariot awaits."
Raven gave Beastboy a weak smile as she settled into the seat. Beastboy ran around the car and jumped into the driver's seat, intercepting a scowl from Cyborg who was leaning against the wall near the door. He grinned wider when he jammed the key's into the ignition and started the car. "Wanna see something funny, Rae?"
Raven cringed, already knowing what Beastboy was planning, "He's going to kill you." she said as she buckled herself in.
"Maybe, but it'll be worth it." He jammed his foot on the gas peddle and tore out of the garage, to the sound of Cyborg's tortured cries and Beastboy's near maniacal laughter. As soon as the car was out of the tower and heading over the submersible bridge that connected the tower with the mainland, Beastboy slowed to the speed limit. He glanced over at Raven, who did not look fazed by the event. "Did that bother you, Rae?"
Raven glanced over at him, "No, why?"
Beastboy sniffed the air. "Remember our talk from last night, I can sense your emotions, it's pretty much true that dogs can smell fear."
"It wasn't your driving, it's something that I will have to deal with."
"I saw the bruises around your throat, did Mammoth..."
Raven grasped weekly at the large hand the encircled her throat, pinning her to the wall. She struggled to breath, even as she wished that he would squeeze harder, ending her torture. As her world began to turn black, the hand loosened and her traitorous body greedily pulled in lungfulls of air, bringing her back from the brink of unconsciousness. Between her wheezing gasps she managed to speak in barely a whisper. Mammoth leaned in close to here her speak, "Just kill me now, please."
Mammoth grinned at her, a grin that would probably never leave her nightmares, "We're just getting started ,Raven, I've only had you for a few hours." His hand tightened, cutting off her air supply once again.
Raven's scream ended abruptly as she became aware of the strong hands that held gently onto her wrists. She could hear Beastboy as if from a distance, "Raven, please calm down. He's not here, he can't hurt you anymore, I won't let you."
Raven let her still struggling arms fall into her lap as her tears threatened to overwhelm her. Beastboy released her hands and collapsed back into his seat, "I'm sorry, Rae, I shouldn't have brought him up."
Raven choked back a sob before replying, "It's okay, you didn't know that would happen." She looked over and saw several long scratches down his cheek and the remnants of a black eye. "Beastboy, I'm sorry."
Beastboy looked at her, confusion on his face, "What do you mean?"
"Your face."
Beastboy angled the rear view mirror down to reflect his face and saw the scratches, "Never noticed, don't worry about it."
Raven reached up and ran her fingers down the long scratches, leaving unblemished skin in their wake. "I hate this."
"What do you mean?"
"I hate being weak, and I hate hurting my friends." Raven lost control as she wet into her hands.
Beastboy nervously pulled her into his arms, unsure of what her reaction would be. "Raven, you're not weak, and you're not hurting us. Don't say that again, don't even think it, okay?"
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Raven sat in an uncomfortable seat in the therapist’s waiting room, staring at a clip board without really seeing it. She knew she had to have these filled out before the appointment would begin, but seemed to be unable to focus on them. "You okay, Rae?"
Raven looked up at Beastboy sitting in a chair opposite the one she was in, "I'm fine." She looked down at the clip board, checking in the appropriate boxes and filling in blank spaces, "You know you didn't have to wait for me."
"I don't mind."
Raven filled in the last few spaces and took the clip board to the receptionist. The receptionist gave it a quick once over, her eyebrows raising at some of the answers, before nodding, "Alright, the doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She stood and walked out through a side door.
Raven sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, tapping her foot as she watched the clock. Soon the door opened and the receptionist came back, "She's ready for you, Raven." Raven stood and walked through the door that the receptionist indicated and into the therapist's office.
Raven saw an older woman sitting behind a large desk, examining that paper that Raven had just filled out. She looked up and saw Raven standing uncomfortably in the door way. She smiled up at her and indicated a chair across from her desk. "Come in, have a seat." Raven sat in the chair and stared down at her folded hands. "I am Dr. Harrison, and you are Raven, correct?"
"Yes"
"Is Raven your real name?"
"Yes."
"And no last name."
"We don't use them where I come from, not enough people to make it necessary."
The therapist scanned her sheet again, "Half-demon?"
"Yeah."
"Family therapy is out of the question then, hm?" She smiled up at Raven, who smile back weakly.
"Yeah, dad would just as soon eat your soul or something."
Dr. Harrison stood and led Raven to the other side of the room where two chairs and a couch were sitting. "Sit wherever you're comfortable and we can get started."
Raven simply pulled her legs out from under her and started hovering in mid air, her hands resting on her knees, and looked expectantly at the wide eyed therapist. "I'm ready."
"Alright." The therapist sat in one of the leather chairs and picked up a small notebook and pen from an end table. "If you ever want to know what I'm writing, just let me know and you can see my notes. Now, do you know why you're here?"
"I was..." she still found that she had difficulty even saying it. "I was raped. My friends don't think that I'm handling it well."
The therapist nodded, making a few notations. "And what do you think about your handling of the situation?"
"I'm having a hard time dealing with it, but who wouldn't?"
"You're right, anybody who goes through that spends some time dealing with it. My job is to help you learn to get past it, to move on from what happened." She made a few more notations and set her pad on the table. "Would you like anything to drink? Coffee, tea, soda?"
"Herbal tea, if you have any."
Raven watched as Dr. Harrison filled two coffee mugs and put them in a small microwave. She leaned against the wall next to it as it hummed away, "You don't want to be here, do you?"
"No. When Robin asked me to come, I tried to say no, I thought I could handle it on my own."
Dr. Harrison pulled the mugs out of the microwave. Into one she dropped a tea bag and into the other she stirred in instant coffee. She picked them up and walked back, giving the tea to Raven. "And now?"
"I don't know."
"What's changed since then?"
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Beastboy looked up from the psychology magazine he had been flipping through, when the door opened. Raven stepped out as he stood. "She wants to talk to you, Beastboy." Beastboy nodded and walked through the door as Raven took a seat.
Beastboy walked into the therapist’s office and saw her in one of the leather chairs in the corner. She waved him over, "Please have a seat."
Beastboy sat in the opposite chair and waited nervously for the therapist to speak, "I'm Dr. Harrison."
"I'm Beastboy."
"So, what do you think about what's been going on with Raven?"
"I don't know. It all kind of scares me, I don't like to see her hurting."
The doctor nodded, "I can't make any diagnoses yet, but if her symptoms persist after thirty days, then I'm going to call it post traumatic stress disorder. Do you know what that is?"
"Pretty much. Flashbacks, nightmares, depression."
"That's right, though flashbacks are somewhat rare." She consulted her notepad. "I would like to see Raven again, though I'm not sure what she had to say on the subject."
"Yeah, she really didn't want to come."
"If she doesn't come by her own choice, I can't do much to help her. Some people can handle it fine on their own though."
"She's strong, if anyone can, then she can."
"Good, support her, she needs all the friends that she can get right now."
"I know. We're all there for her."
"Good. One last thing before you leave, though. I've been in this business for twenty years now, and I've gotten pretty good at reading people. She needs friends now, but I don't think she's ready for anything more."
"I know."
--------------------
Robin threw a flurry of punches into a well worn heavy bag, ending with a fierce kick. He stepped back and picked up a towel off a folding chair and used it to mop his sweating brow. As he reached for a water bottle, the door of the gym slid open, admitting Cyborg. "Hey, man, what's up?"
Cyborg looked nervous as he answered, "There's somebody here to see you, he's in your office?"
"Who?"
"Um... Batman."
Robin's eyes narrowed. He pushed past Cyborg and walked out into the hall, not slowing until he reached the door of his rarely used office. He slid the door open quickly, impatiently and walked in. His eyes locked onto the dark knight, his voice quivered with anger, "What are you doing in my city?"