Author's Note: This is based off of the pre-reboot comic as well as the show, so some of the info isn't exactly cannon with the show. Also, it's set when Beast Boy and Raven are in their early 20s. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

The dark haired woman sat in what she assumed was an antique chair. Even though the plush cushion under her was soft and she could lean her head against the delicately carved wooden backrest… she couldn't get comfortable. Under other circumstances, she would have found the furnishings of Dayton manner to be interesting and even beautiful… but seeing lovely artisan furniture mixed in with top of the art medical equipment was just unsettling on some level. It was never a good experience when one of the Titans had to go to the med wing, but at least the modern look of the Tower seemed to coincide with that sort of room. And the medical wing on the Watchtower made even more sense and felt even more official. She sighed and took a sip of her coffee.

It had been about a year since she had left the Titans to join Cyborg at the Justice League. Originally she was surprised they'd even asked her, especially since she'd always been under the impression that Batman disapproved of her even being on the Titans because of the nature of her powers, but the Bat had even conducted her interview himself, complimenting her research and critical thinking skills. She found out later, that the League had been impressed at how she had stepped up and took more responsibilities as the other older Titans began to start solo careers or return to their previous teams. It was true that Raven had never taken up the leader role of the titans, but she instead acted as a sort of advisor, often controlling the actions of the team from the background and always making herself available during times of crisis. At the Justice League, she was back to being a foot soldier again, being outranked by countless other heroes… not that she minded. It was nice to have a little less responsibility and to have a huge team of people helping you. It was also sort of nice to have the privacy that such a large team granted. It wasn't so much like a family, the way the Teen Titans had been. It was more of a professional atmosphere. She still enjoyed spending her free afternoons and meal times with Cyborg, but it was nice to be able to retreat to her room to meditate without having to worry about someone pounding on her door and begging her to go to the mall or the movies. She barely even left the Watchtower, aside from missions… She barely spoke to anyone aside from when she was filing reports or going to tactical meetings… She couldn't even remember the last time she'd called anyone from the old team on the phone…

She reached her hand from where it had been laying in her lap to the bed beside her and without looking fumbled for the green hand that she knew to be there. When she found it, she entwined their fingers and held tightly. How familiar and how strange, to hold the hand she'd held so many times after many months of not even speaking. How troubling to feel the warmth of it but not have it squeeze back. She took several deep breaths and downed the rest of her coffee, discarding the porcelain cup on the ivory topped side table. She couldn't bring herself to look at his face, but she managed the courage to glance at their intertwined hands… but upon seeing the IV running into his arm from the corner of her eye, she quickly looked away and stared down at her knees once more.

She didn't hear anyone approaching, but she sensed his presence outside of the door for a few minutes before he cleared his throat to speak. "Robotman made breakfast."

Raven had met the Doom Patrol on multiple occasions before this one. They were Gar's family, and since the Titans were a family, they had become like strange distant relatives to her in a way. She knew they'd have her back if something went wrong and she wouldn't hesitate if they needed her help… but it's not like she spent weekends at Dayton manor, helping Mento flip burgers at the family barbeques. They were the kind of relatives who never called you on the phone, but still sent you a Christmas card.

She didn't want to offend Negative Man, but she really didn't feel in the mood to go sit at the table between him and Robotman for the most awkward breakfast of her life. "I'm fine, thanks though," Raven said, without looking up.

"He's making pancakes," the Doom Patroller added, as if that was some sort of incentive.

"I'm not hungry. Thanks."

The other hero stepped out of the door way and into the room, approaching the chair where she was sitting. "Listen," he started, not sounding condescending or authoritative… just sounding tired, "You've been up here all night, you got here almost 24 hours ago and I haven't seen you eat or drink anything aside from coffee and tea. This isn't easy for anyone, it's bad enough Rita won't come out of her room and Steve is on a warpath, we don't need you locking yourself in here and holding some constant vigil."

The dark haired young woman looked up at Negative Man for what might have been the first time since she got to the manor. She couldn't remember making eye contact with a single person since she got the message on her communicator at the Watchtower. But now, her hood was down and she was looking up into the face of the bandaged man standing before her. She opened her mouth to speak, but after a moment's hesitation closed it again.

Negative Man's shoulder's sunk and he let out a small sigh. "You've healed all of the wounds you could with your powers, there's nothing you can do for him right now. All any of us can do is wait… and I think it would be a good idea if while you're waiting you came and ate some pancakes and got some sleep."

Raven stood up from the chair and reluctantly let go of Gar's hand. She allowed herself to take in his entire visage for a moment. He had grown a little since she'd last seen him. His hair was only a few inches long, but laid messily on his head, he had finally grown those sideburns that he had always talked about wanting while they were dating, but she'd repeatedly talked him out of… they didn't look as silly as she thought they would. Maybe that was because his face had matured a little, his jaw looking a little squarer than she remembered it. She wondered if he had gotten taller as well, but there was no way to gauge that with him lying down on the hospital bed. She wanted to reach out and brush her fingers across his cheek, but she resisted, settling for adjusting the blanket that lay on his chest, pulling it up as if she were tucking him in for bed.

She turned swiftly from the changeling and pulled up her hood, walking out of the room with Negative Man close at her side. As they navigated the well-decorated halls of the manor, the other hero gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know the Doom Patrol aren't exactly known for our optimism and cheery attitudes… but he's going to be alright. Frogface is pretty resilient and he's gotten through worse scrapes than this. He's not going to be out of our hair this easy."

Of all the people in the world, Raven didn't need to be told about how strong willed Gar was. When they were younger, he had practically forced his way into being her best friend through relentless badgering, pestering, and those horrible jokes. When they were a little older, he'd tricked her into dating him by similar tactics, asking her to hang out whenever there was a free moment until eventually she relented. And as her boyfriend… he had been wonderful. He had been strong like a rock when she needed someone to lean on, uncompromisingly fun and funny when she needed cheering up, and ceaselessly caring and affectionate even when she was pushing him away. No, Raven didn't need to hear about how resilient and determined Gar could be… but it did feel oddly reassuring to hear it spoken out loud. She nodded toward Negative Man, tried to force a small smile onto her face, but failed.

It wasn't long before the pair reached the dining room, which was much too large in Raven's opinion. She was glad when Negative man lead her past the long oak table and through the door to the kitchen, where there was a breakfast nook where the pancakes, plates, silverware, and condiments were already laid out. She noticed there were six places set at the table, but it seemed like only Robotman, Negative Man, and herself had found their way to breakfast that morning.

"Hey there, girlie," Robotman greeted her, from the spot at the table where he was already pouring syrup on his pancakes. Raven had overheard Cyborg and Beast Boy talking about how Robotman recharged by consuming and processing organic material… but she wondered if he could really taste the syrup and butter on his pancakes or if those were just being used out of an old habit.

"Good morning," She said with a small voice as she sat down across the small table from him, Negative Man taking the seat next to her. She must have been hungrier than she originally assumed, because as soon as she had one bite of the light and fluffy pancakes, she couldn't help but eat a whole short stack. They weren't as good at the breakfasts that Cyborg used to cook at Titans Tower, but they were a comfort to her empty stomach. The two men ate in silence, but something about their presence was comforting to her. She had heard Gar speak of them a lot and even though she didn't know them well, they made her feel welcome and even joked with her in a way that reminded her of her friends. Listening to Negative Man's snarky remarks and Robotman's playful teasing made it abundantly clear to Raven the effect the two men had on the person who Garfield had grown up to be. While it was clear that all three of them were tense, the silence between them was not an uncomfortable one, and it continued as they finished their meals and began to clean up.

Robotman was putting the extra food into the fridge incase anyone else wanted it later and Raven had begun to do the dishes, when Negative Man stopped her. "I can do that," he stated softly, and took the sponge right out of her hand. "You go get some rest, kid."

Raven would have to get these nicknames to stop eventually, but now was not the time to bring up that point. "Okay…" she agreed, her own exhaustion coming through in her voice as she spoke, a raspy note added to her usual monotone. "Thanks for breakfast."

She tried to ignore the worried glances both men shot her as she exited the room, trying to hide her face deeper under her hood. She navigated her way through the halls, absentmindedly letting her feet lead her to the guest room where she had placed her overnight bag when she first arrived at the manor. While she wasn't exactly familiar with the large residence/headquarters she had slept there twice before and both times it had been in the same room. When she reached the door, she paused, knowing that if she continued walking a few more steps, she would be at the door of Gar's bedroom; the one he had inhabited growing up, the one he slept in on his rare visits home during their Titan years, the one he had probably moved back into… She opened the door to her room, stepped inside, and quickly shut the door before any more thoughts of the green man could invade her mind. The guest room was a decent size, a little larger than the bedroom she had at the Watchtower or Titans Tower. There was old wallpaper on the walls with a delicate and faded rose pattern. The bed had a wooden frame, which matched the other furniture, and crème colored linens. She went to the armchair in the corner, where her she had thrown her duffle bag the day before and took out her shower supplies and the sweatpants and tank top she had packed to sleep in. She had rushed to Dayton manor when she heard the news of Gar's condition, directly after a mission and didn't have a chance to clean up and could barely even remember packing her bag.

She crossed the hall to the bathroom. The only room with a private bathroom was the master bedroom that Elastigirl and Mento lived in, but the building was large enough and had enough bathrooms scattered through out that everyone essentially had a private bathroom anyway. When she entered this one, she could tell her suspicions of Gar moving back into his old room were correct. A cheesy cheetah print towel hung messily from a hook on the back of the door, a green toothbrush and an open tube of toothpaste lay haphazardly on the edge of the porcelain sink, a pile of discarded pajamas and socks were pouring from the hamper, and the shower curtain was one of those novelty world map ones with some of the locations marked with permanent marker. She took a deep breath and then let it out with a sigh, pulling a clean towel out of the small linen closet. As she took her warm shower, she had to chant to herself to prevent her emotions from running rampant with her powers. After the shower, she brushed her teeth, placing her travel toothbrush and Gar's toothbrush into the holder that hung from the wall.

The girl was lucky enough that her thoughts had no time to catch up with her as she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Her sleep was dreamless... but she tossed and turned.