<strong>Character:</strong>Raven (Rachel)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Gate Park, Tea Garden<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Robin<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9:30 PM<br/><br/>She nodded at Tim, "Well ... they say confession is good for the soul."<br/><br/>Raven took another sip of tea, wishing that it was sake instead at the moment. "It all started after the meeting... Kara came to see me. Started talking about why she was here. A little bit of back and forth flirting, and well ... not that the list is long; but she is the most aggressive lover I've ever had. I now realize that's something I very much need, it's hard to explain exactly why ... but after a lifetime of having to control myself in every possible manner; her taking that control from me left me feeling ... ... free."<br/><br/>"So just like that, I broke Dove's heart ... and feel horrible about it. I can blame my power, blame my desire to never hurt anyone, blame well ... any number of things. Truth is it was me ... I did that, and it's something I will never do again. So I gave Kara a choice, she accepts that I'm simply not capable of a normal relationship and we find something that works for us; or she doesn't in which case there is no relationship."<br/><br/>"I suspected that she wouldn't be able to accept what I was offering. Honestly, I don't know if I could accept it ... given the same choice. I'm not sure where she got the idea, but she said she'd accept me having sex with men on occasion, with a few stipulations ... I didn't kiss them on the lips, I didn't use my bed, and I didn't smell of them when I was with her. I didn't want to hurt her, like I hurt dove ... but I also knew that I needed her on a level I couldn't explain."<br/><br/>"So when Dick came onto me, asking me to run away with him ... I knew it wasn't possible. Even if I wasn't walking this path with Kara ... I still crushed Dove's heart in a matter of hours; because my own emotions bested me again. It might have lasted longer with Dick; but the same thing would have happened. I can't give anyone that life long monogamy that love stories are made of. There's alot of things I can do ... give someone a very good night, give someone a family ... or so I thought in Dick's case ... give them comfort, and much needed stress relief. In the end thought ... they need to accept what I can't give them. Dick couldn't accept that, and so he called me a sex toy ... implying I was little more than a whore."<br/>