Slade Wilson opened his eye, and closed it. He didn't recognise the place, but one thing was certain, he was alive again. He felt alive and fresh, all pains and aches gone, even the armour he was in felt new and mint. Opening his eye again, he turned his head to one side, and saw the worst possible face to meet in the morning.

"After you...," Robin started off like there was nothing wrong with this picture here, and just stood there by the corner with his arms crossed.

Seeing that the boy was having trouble finding the word, Slade suggested with a dry voice, "Died?"

"Fell," Robin corrected.

The two of them were in some sort of infirmary, Slade's guess would be the Titan's, at least it wasn't a prison cell. He could feel his mask was still on, and somehow knew that Robin didn't peek, he was that kind of a boy, he took after the big Bat after all. Slade tried to put himself back into seating position, and then realised that Raven was sleeping on his chest. Giving up with a sigh, he laid back down.

"After you fell down from Trigon's head," Robin decided to start from the top. "Raven immediately ran out from her cover to your side. She was concerned about you," Robin continued, and Slade could sense the uncertainly in his voice, and Slade couldn't blame him. The fact that there was someone caring for him, even he would find it hard to believe.

"I chased after her, and by the time I reached her side, she was already holding your... body, oblivious to the danger around her. Then Trigon told us about being too late to save the world, and Raven, she responded back by saying you are the friend, the father she never had. Then she glowed and rose like phoenix, challenging Trigon as a giant bird, and in the end, burning him in her light. I've seen it, but it is still hard to believe what I saw, and heard, that Raven defeated Trigon, and you being good. Perhaps I was wrong about you."

"Perhaps I'm better off dead than to hear you talking to me like we are close."

"Perhaps," Robin just said with a smirk on face. "Somehow, I think something you did gave her the courage to fight back Trigon."

"Thank you for your story and hospitality, but I heard enough, and it's time for me to go," Slade said. Sitting up once more, but this time, he cupped Raven's head and gently moved it aside so that he could slip out.

"Are you going to leave her? She believes in you."

"She can believe whatever she likes. I'm who I am, and it's time for me to go," Slade said as he stood up from the bed. Looking once not at Raven but at the Boy Wonder, who remained rooted by the corner, he then said, "She's a good girl, she belongs here."

Robin said nothing in return, maybe for once, they were in sync with something.

Slade had only been here once, that was when Terra stormed the fort with his army, he never really got around exploring the place, but a garage would always be in the basement, so that was he was heading. Thankfully, he met none of the other Titans by the time he found the garage, meeting Robin was awkward enough.

Finding what he was looking for, he ditched Robin's motorcycle helmet aside, and seated himself on the red R-Cycle. Slade suddenly felt the presence of another in the room, he could feel it because a part of the girl was now in him, he pretended to not notice, and turned the ignition key, bringing the machine to a beastly roar.

"Slade?" Raven asked softly, but he could hear it clearly.

Slade turned to face the girl while remaining seated on the motorcycle. She was in her dress without the cloak and hood, whole in one piece and looking brand new.

"Raven, you did great last night, and you're look good in that," he just said. Probably something said just to get things going, but he did find her pretty, and it matched her eyes, oddly enough, he suddenly wondered if she would look just as good in orange and black, but he quickly dismissed the thought away.

"Thanks, it's my favourite colour, and please, call me Rachel," she said with a subtle smile, looking pleased at his compliment.

Other than the rumbling of the engine he left on, the silence between them was long and dreadful, having waited long enough, Slade returned his attention to the motorcycle, and pressed the button he assumed would open the garage door, and it did. He didn't know why, but he had to go. He had become too attached to the girl, his mission with her was done, and Trigon's dead. There should not be any more reason to stay any longer.

"Terra's alive," she said suddenly. As if knowing what Slade was thinking, she then continued, "I didn't do anything. Just that, I think father's death reversed a lot more than the damage he did. And when he died, I saw a bit of everything that are changed."

If she said Terra's alive, he wouldn't doubt it, whether or not she had a hand on this was another matter, somehow, he believed she did. Like him, Terra had no reason to be alive, they were dead long before Trigon came along, his death shouldn't have resurrect them. Coming to think of it, he just traded a demon father for a demon daughter.

Slade realised now that he had been sweating beneath his costume for a while now, his mind was dulled, but his heart and instinct were clear as day, the reason he wanted to leave was because he was afraid, and she was the reason. Looking up, into her eyes, Slade's mind went blank all of the sudden, the usual scorn on his face turned into a frown, something he didn't know why at first, but then he remembered what that other Ravens told him. The conversation he had with the other Ravens returned to him, thinking back, they were all afraid of a Raven, and he saw why now. He brought up on hand to support his aching head, then he unexpectedly laughed instead, tear almost coming out of his good eye. If this was a game, he had just lost it, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Does it matter what colour I am?" she questioned without needing Slade to speak, she hear none the less. Gone was the quiet girl with the gentle smile, replacing her was someone cold and emotionless.

"No, it doesn't," he answered. Colours were just colours, he shouldn't be bothered by the fact that the Raven before him had red eyes and was in red, but there were something else beyond these colours, and somehow, he knew that they were now gone for good.

"They're gone, I'm the only one left now," Raven confirmed for him.

"She told me that you are not worth saving, and that you're evil and you lie. Tell me, did you use me?"

"We all lied at some point, and yes, I did used you. You defeated father for me."

"By Robin's words, you defeated Trigon by yourself, you've never needed me."

"What the other things Robin told you are true as well, you are the father and friend I never had. I couldn't have done it without you. It was your words that made me strong."

"My words, you meant the ones that made the other Ravens weak and lose themselves? You couldn't destroy them yourselves, so you let me did it for you. I made them believed in me, and they... died because of the promise I can't keep, am I right?"

"They were weak, and their deaths were unavoidable if Trigon was to come over. Their existences hinder me from using my true strength. Not all stories end with a perfect happy ending, but this ended with both Rose Wilson and Terra being alive, you should be happy. What else do you want? I'm not a human you wish I'll be, I'm a demon even if I'm half-blooded," Raven said. She was not wearing her hood, but her face was nevertheless shrouded by shadow, her eyes glowing red like a fierce sun in a pitch black night. Slade was not sure whether she was angry, or that she was just mocking him by showing him her true self, either way, he was too tired to care.

"What will you do now?"

"I'm not going to destroy the world if that's what you are thinking."

For a while, she said nothing else, only blinking a few times as she let her eyes wandered from the man to the morning view outside the garage.

"I odd to go out and see the world first," she said. "Maybe visit the places pictured on those little cards. Maybe I will go and find my mother if she's still alive. Maybe when I'm done, and if the Titans are still around, I will return here. And you? What will you do with your life now?"

Turning to look at the man one last time, Raven waited for something, but didn't know what to expect. Even with his mask on, and even without using her power, she knew he was just staring – anger, confusion and frustration, all could be seen in his eye. It looked like he might say something, but he didn't, only shaking his head, turning away, and rode off on Robin's R-Cycle without saying a word or even looking back.

It was dawn, but the garage grew darker and colder by the second. Raven remained by the stairs, looking out at where Slade disappeared out into, waiting for someone to return into her life, and she knew he probably never would, he had others now, his real daughter would find him one day, or him, to her. Colours were in the end just colours, after the last fight, after the four souls returned to be one, she could be any colour she wanted, but she chose red before the man who though would deny it, hated to see her donning red. It was because deep down, behind that thick mask of his, red symbolised the evil in her, and that he had failed the other three Ravens, this she knew better than himself. She chased him away, she had to, she was not the human he wanted her to be, and he couldn't be the father she wanted him to be. Her sisters were no more, they were one now, one soul, one body, but that didn't make her feel any better, now that Slade Wilson was out of her life, she had no one else, but there was no regret in her actions, there was no happy ending in the real world, and there was no winner in this game she played for his sake.

"Good bye, Mister Wilson," she said in the end as she turned and headed back up the stairs in blue dress and robe, matching the eyes she carried.