Revenant
"Why." It wasn't a question, simply a clear command to explain, and explain while you were still in the hemisphere. Robin sighed and sat cross-legged on the roof and Raven took the hint and floated downward so they were on the same level.
"It's important. We can't forget her." Robin looked like he was starting to slip into a planned speech, or at least into words he had repeated to himself over and over. Raven saw it as the prime opportunity to interrupt.
"Can't forget our failure, can we?" She herself didn't see Terra as their failure. Terra was never theirs, and her decisions were her own. Perhaps, if a few things went differently, she wouldn't be a statue now, arms outstretched in some parody of Jesus of Nazareth crucified. But she knew Robin thought of her choices as their fault, his fault, and he flinched when she said it. Her modus operandi for the day was to get everyone to leave her alone, and getting Robin pissed at her was the most effective way she had found with him. That, or mention a Slade sighting across the country…
Honestly, she wouldn't forget Terra. The girl had betrayed them. An unpardonable crime. Robin had fought them, but he hadn't fought against them. Terra had been out for blood, and had manipulated them. Manipulated her. That stung almost as much as the betrayal. Raven thought she couldn't be lied to, couldn't be fooled like that. And she had believed Terra. 'Well, you can't spell 'believe' without 'lie.''
"She wasn't our failure." Robin replied after a pause, and Raven arched a brow. His defenses slipped, and she could feel he didn't believe it. She would remember to talk to him about it, but not today.
"What does going to that condemned clock tower accomplish though, Robin?" He opened his mouth to continue, or simply to gape at the longest sentence out of her mouth in the past month, since the events with Malchior, but he didn't get the chance. "We won't forget her. She left a mark on every one of us. Literally on you, with that scar. It isn't important to go down there. I can pay homage to her memory quite fine from here."
"You are the only one who hasn't gone." 'Cy did? When?'
"And you go far too often. Dwelling won't change the past and probably won't help the future."
"Raven. I want you there. It'll be a year tomorrow. I'm going today."
"And you want an escort?"
"Please?" Raven looked off to the side and nodded. She didn't have any real reason not to go besides that she didn't want to. To refuse simply for that would feel too childish to her and she knew she would regret it.
"When?"
"A couple hours. Star's planning to watch some documentary so everyone she catches will be tied up for a good while. It's over the Civil War."
"You could have just told me that first." Robin gave an uncertain smile that switched into his usual charming grin when Raven let a small smirk escape. He touched her shoulder lightly as he went back inside and she resumed floating and chanting.