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Raven awoke to a blinding light, the heat coming from it rolling down in waves to her. It took a few moments for her to adjust to the light and realize why she was here. Her sleepy expression iced over faster than a wet windshield in January when she recalled the battle with Slade. A figure materialized from the darkness that had so cleverly hid him from view.
"Hello Raven," he said, as though her name was a household item. She climbed up from the ground and lifted her hands up to her head to pull her hood over her face. Her eyes narrowed at how he had said her name; it bothered her immensely. He smiled and stepped into a light similar to the one that Raven was under. "I've been interested in you for some time." He said, and turned his back to her.
'A very foolish thing to do,' she thought. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos," she said, but no black energy blossomed from her hands. "What did you do?" she said in her monotone trying to keep calm.
"Your chains," he said, and she looked to her handcuffs and saw the same white that had restricted her to that infernal chair that Mad Mod had made.
"What's wrong? Now that Terra's no longer your puppet you've moved on to bigger and better things?" she spat as though she had tasted some of Starfire's pudding of sadness. Slade rounded on her and she was off the ground before she ever knew it.
"NEVER say THAT name in front of me," he growled then flung her to the ground. She climbed from the ground and regained her position. "Raven, you are the most powerful out of the Titans," he smiled. "You're not the leader but if something were to happen to him..." he continued but was interrupted by Raven.
"Don't play mind games with me, Slade; it won't work."
"I wouldn't for, like you, I play them every day - only I play to harm."
The Titans had gathered back at the tower. The sunshine had betrayed them; it should be dark and stormy, not sunny and warm. Robin glared down at the computer, his eyes alight with fury. "Her signal's been scrambled," he said, pointing down at the map on the computer. "There are 435 different places she could be in the city," he said, pointing to the red dots that practically covered the map. "We need to split up and search," Robin said, and began ordering everyone a different sector of the city to search. He would stay at the tower and coordinate the search.
Meanwhile, back with Slade...
"Like I was saying: if something happened to him, you would assume the role as leader..." he said, letting his voice trail off.
"You want me to kidnap Robin. Pathetic; I thought you could come up with something better than just asking-"
She was cut off. "Asking?" he laughed. "You don't have a choice. Either you kidnap him, and or I kill him," he said maliciously.
Raven glared at him. "Fine," she grimaced. "What do you want me to do?" Her voice was losing its fire. Slade smiled.
"Good girl." He began explaining to her what she was to do. Raven grimaced at how twisted and sick his mind was. But she had to do it, for Robin...
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