Jump City is a war zone. It is deserted; grey. It is lifeless and dangerous. No one dares walk through the deadly streets that were so full of life and busy people just three months ago. The Titans, former teens, took it as their responsibility to find the refugees and citizens in hiding, and bring them to a safer location somewhere across the border. In the perilously quiet streets, is the grunting and shifting of a former Boy but still a present Wonder. Now he stands still, assessing what he's done. On the pavement now lays a beaten and bleeding Soldier of the Law; a killer. Alarmingly exposed, he drags the body out of sight in a nearby empty shop, even knocking some cans nearby in attempt to make it look as if it was accident that killed this soldier, but Robin wasn't fooling anyone if they came to investigate for the missing officer. Cans of fava beans could never kill these brutal troopers. They'd know the two of them were still in Jump. They'd find them soon enough.
Robin swiftly returned to what he'd been fervently protecting. He walked out of the shop, went left until the end of the street, made another left, then found the place they were staying, across the road. The brick was maroon, and the two windows on both sides of the door were long and large like many store windows, but blinds concealed what was inside. TRAVEL TODAY was written across the top in neon letters, missing a D with a flickering R. He entered inside, moving aside with one hand the long make-shift cloth curtain where the door should've been. They occupied what appeared to have been, before the hostilities, a Travel Agency office amongst the many small shops that were lined along these downtown streets. It was dark, messy, and small inside with packed boxes piled against all the walls and small shelves that had fallen onto the floor. The room had a long counter in the centre of the room, which lay a sprawled, feverish and feeble damsel. She was indeed carrying a child in her womb, but looking so weak and delicate, to Robin she was still just a young girl. On the other hand, Robin was no longer just a boy, but a man protecting his lover and unborn child in the midst of strife, while in the meantime, trying to rescue the other hiding refugees.
He took a moment to watch and asses her condition. She grimaced even in her sleep, and her rising and falling chest looked like panting. The little light from the flickering light bulb shone off her, her face layered with a thin layer of sweat and red hair that stuck to her forehead. Seeing her like this made him stressed, and when he heard quiet shuffling from outside in the streets, he just wouldn't have it. Hearing the figure quietly enter from behind him, he hastily prepared his arms for battle.
"Robin." said the raspy voice.
He subtly exhaled in relief.
"How'd you find us?" he asked.
"Your anxiety is hard to miss."
"Thanks for coming. I don't know what to do at this point, Raven."
She walked over and examined the sleeping Tamaranian.
"Soon." was all she said.