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Take a Bite of My Heart Jericho's stomach teetered nervously as he anxiously peered over his sketch book at the Titan's common room. Raven was seated before the large window looking out on the river, floating in the air as she chanted her traditional mantra. He was seated, also crossed-legged, on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap, the paper suspiciously empty despite the pencil in his hand. The only other person in the room was Nightwing, who was doing cool-down exercises in the open space in front of the TV. The blond Titan made a few vague sketching movement on the paper; anticipation and nerves kept him from actually drawing anyth