"Raven!"
Speckles of white in the night sky blurred as she started to fall to the hard, unwelcoming concrete. A grunt escaped her as she pushed herself into a seal like position, fingertips scraping the sidewalk as she glanced about. Her vision came in blurred frames as she felt a weakness creep into her bones like termites eating away at her muscles aiming to snap her arms and push her into the ground. They did, and she felt her cheek hit the pavement with a thud as her head wound sapped the energy she needed to fight. Who was she kidding, there was no way she could fight like this. As her eyes drooped and sleep began closing in on her, she saw her teammate rushing towards her, heavy bionic limbs slamming against the road as he made his way towards her. She wouldn't know if he made it to her, because within seconds she fell unconscious, body lying skewed upon the cold ground.
Cyborg could see her lying there, almost too still almost too peaceful. The worst came to mind and all he could think about was anger revenge death Raven why hE woN'T gEt awAy wITH THis-
He calmed himself, breathing deeply as he took in the sight before him again. She wasn't dead, she was breathing. He bent down, taking her lithe form into his arms gently, as if one wrong move would break her because to him she was a porcelain figurine even if she didn't see it within herself. She was a china doll, smooth and elegant with features not possible, too beautiful to exist on a human. But he knew at the same time that she was not a glass idol, that she was as strong and as beautiful as a diamond that shimmers and lights those around her. Looking down at her now, though, she looked like a little girl who's seen too much and knows too much, a girl who's too mature and didn't have enough time playing with toys and had too much time risking herself for others.
Before he knew it he was running to the T-Car, carrying that little girl bridal style, close to his metallic chest, so close that he wished his flesh was still there to warm the cold sorceress. His bionic parts only seemed to serve to make her colder. Opening the back door carefully, he laid her across the seats, ready to make his way to the tower. He glanced at her again before closing the door, wondering how such a beautiful and hopeful girl could deserve such a life she now lived, one of despair and selfless acts that he knew she did to prove to herself that she was good, that she was not who her father tried to make her and that she was notevil. He wished he could understand, wished he could help.
But all he could do was drive her to the tower, set her on a cot and watch her heal herself. And he'd stay with her until she woke up. He'd always stay with her, watching over her to make sure no villain could shoot her down like they did tonight. If they even tried, they'd face him and all the wrath he could bring every rocket and laser he could shoot would be aimed at said villain and fired without hesitation. He couldn't bear to see her like this again. Never again. It reminded him too much of his mother that day.. that day he didn't think about. No. Never again.