“Oh,” said the doorknob shaped like Robin’s face. “In that case… you have to win a game of chess!”

Raven raised her eyebrows. “I did that, too.”

“Really?” Robin asked. “Well, then… you have to… uh…” The doorknob let out a deep sigh. “Oh, never mind. Come on in.”

Raven grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

“Ow!” cried Robin, sounding muffled under her hand. “My nose!”

The door swung open, and Raven stepped into the dark chamber beyond.

Weirdly cheerful music echoed along the arched ceiling high above. Raven walked into the darkness, heading for a faint spot of light on the other side of the room. It was an open doorway. Raven walked faster.

As she got closer, Raven stopped short, glaring in anger, now able to see into the lit room.

“You,” she said.

In a cozy little den, her father, Trigon, the demon conqueror of multiple dimensions and enslaver of civilizations, sat in a comfy recliner, watching TV and eating popcorn.

“Hi, honey,” said Trigon. “Lose your mind yet?”

Raven covered one eye with her hand. “Using imagery of my friends to drive me crazy,” she said. “Was all this about turning me evil?”

“Got me!” chortled Trigon. He popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth and chomped on it. “Did it work?”

“Of course not,” Raven replied. “I already spend every day with them. You could never drive me as crazy as they do.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Trigon, leaning back in his recliner. “They actually seem pretty fun.”

“Then you should spend more time with them,” said Raven. Before her father could react, Raven recited her most powerful incantation. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos!”

Ghostly moving images of Robin, Starfire, Cyborg, and Beast Boy appeared floating in the air in a flash of magic. Raven waved her hand and then made a fist. The wisps of the Titans swirled together for a moment, then darted right into Trigon’s ear.

Trigon’s eyes bugged out. “Hey!” he cried. “Why’d you do that?”

Raven moved back as Trigon leaped out of his recliner. He hopped around wildly, smacking his claw against his pointy ear. But no matter how hard he whacked himself, he couldn’t dislodge the spirits of the Teen Titans.

“They sure are loud!” Trigon hollered. “Stop that,” he whined. “Stop calling me bro! I do not wish to train! You’re all driving me crazy!”

Trigon shrieked a bloodcurdling scream of torment, and then vanished in a puff of smoke.

Raven smiled.

She opened her eyes.

She was in the Titans Tower living room, hovering in front of the couch.

Her teammates were watching her carefully.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“The new Captain Crazy,” replied Robin. “Congratulations.”

Raven’s teammates applauded wildly.

Raven shook her head, holding up her hand for them to be quiet. “No,” she said. “You don’t get it. I’m not crazy. I mean, you all drive me crazy, all the time. But you know what? In the end, that’s what keeps me sane.”

The Titans remained silent for a second, processing Raven’s words.

“That makes no sense,” said Beast Boy.

“Crazy day,” said Raven.