You can't do this.

You're too evil.

But she knew better than to listen to them. The whispers were once screams. Screams that Raven hadn't been able to silence. Only when she had met the other Titans did they quiet down into yells, which eventually turned into whispers. Before the whole incident with Trigon, she thought the whispers were only her. She thought they were the painful truth she had always had to hide. But, as the battle against her father commenced, she figured out that it wasn't her, but him. He was trying to get her to succumb to her dark side by tricking her.

It almost worked. She had met her friends at the time when she was about to give in to the whispers and surrender herself to the darkness.

The entire world around her seemed to approach an oncoming pause. She inhaled, standing up on the roof on the Tower. The sun was making its grand debut for the day as it cautiously peeked over the horizon. A gentle breeze blew her hair into her face.

Even after Raven had defeated her father, she could still feel him lingering in her mind. No matter how many times she tried to exorcise the last bits of him out of her mind, he still whispered to her in a weak last attempt to make her surrender herself.

Of course, it wouldn't work. Now, she knew had friends by her side to support her through the whispers of her past. Friends that would pull her out of the shadows Trigon cast over her and bring her into the light. The thought always brought a smile to her face, knowing she wasn't alone anymore. With time, she'd be able to silence those whispers once and for all.

She hoped that day would come soon. For now, she'd be stuck ignoring them.

She could live with that. But now, the question was if she could live with playing Stankball with Cyborg and Beast Boy.

Which she was okay with, because Stankball was one of the many things that jerked her out of that dark hole. And already, she could hear their silent giggles.