The first time you crossed into their dimension, Raven nearly tore you in half. 

It had taken all four Titans to restrain her—Starfire's arms locked around her waist, Cyborg's metal grip on her wrists, Beast Boy shouting "Whoa, whoa, Rae, maybe let's not rip out his spine?!" as her shadows lashed like whips. 

And you had just stood there, grinning through the blood dripping from your nose, as if her fury was the most delightful thing you'd ever seen. 

That was months ago. 

Now? 

Now you were sprawled across the Titans' couch like you owned it, head pillowed in Beast Boy's lap as the shapeshifter fed you popcorn, one leg casually thrown over Cyborg's thighs. The TV screen flashed with the neon violence of a game, and Raven's teammates—her family—were laughing like the demon in their midst hadn't once held a dagger to her back while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. 

"Dude, your reflexes are insane!" Cyborg crowed, bumping fists with you. 

"It is most impressive how you always win!"* Starfire chirped, handing you a soda with that infuriatingly trusting smile. 

Raven's nails bit into her palms hard enough to draw black blood. 

You didn't belong here. Not in their tower, not in this world, not anywhere the sun still reached. Your presence was a poison slowly seeping into their foundation—she could feel it in the way the shadows clung too eagerly to your form, in the faint sulfur stench that lingered whenever you passed through a room. 

And the worst part? 

She knew exactly what you were capable of. 

The memories surfaced like bile. The betrayal hadn't been the worst of it. No, the true cruelty had been how thoroughly you'd made her believe, even for a moment, that someone could look at the daughter of a world-eater and see something worth loving.  A flake of plaster drifted from the ceiling where her power was leaking. 

"Rae?" Beast Boy's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "You okay?"

Raven forced herself to breathe. To unclench her fists. To not reduce the entire tower to rubble. 

"Fine," she lied, turning on her heel. "I'm going out."

The door slammed hard enough to crack the frame behind her. 

Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled.