Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own the Teen Titans, Batman, or any other names. I do however own Sparrow and the plot, please do not steal either.

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Beginning of the End

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I watched as Batman also known as Bruce Wayne hit Robin with terrible force. I would have stopped it. At least that is what I kept telling myself. The darkness was coming back. Already it was tugging at my senses offering me another time of silence, another time of no pain. I raised a pale hand to my chest, my heartbeat it was slow—dangerously slow. Would I die? No, I wouldn't, I was too stubborn for that. I breathed out, "Stop."

Batman froze for only a second before laying another punch to Robin. Robin didn't did up this time. I wasn't getting up this time either it seemed. Too much blood. Too little power. That was what was wrong with me. With Robin, too little care and too little will; was he going to die? Was he already dead? Batman moved towards me, I was hunched over my hands pressed to the wound on my stomach; so red yet so black. I whimpered as Batman lifted me up in his arms. I looked at him; he was scarcely human. Maybe that was why we got along so well. He welcomed his fear, turning it into a weapon. I shunned my heritage but in the end turned into my power. Bat and demon.

He didn't speak as he carried me through the halls of the Gotham Underground. It was one of the largest thriving bases. Here, there were actually more civilians than there were fighters, more doctors than killings, more homes than charred remains. "Girl if you die…" He left it off. We had formed a bond. Father and daughter, was probably the closest term one could come to it. I gave a dead man's smile but forced the darkness back. I was still bleeding. Crimson. My clothes, Star made them for me. They were ruined now.

"Here." Batman gruffly said while dropping me gently on the medic ward bed. It was soft. The doctors and nurses swarmed. They pulled, pushed, and cut off my clothes. There they went. All of Star's hard work, hours of work destroyed in a matter of minutes. Needles pierced my skin tugging the skin back together. Bandages tied around me. An IV was put into my arm. Morphine drip.

"Bat…man," I whispered. The painkiller was already starting to work. Numbing my senses and pushing me towards sleep. "Robin…good…'e…ust…damage..d." The darkness claimed me before I heard his reply. All I know is that he left, his cape was normally silent but I always heard it swish. Ah…the silence. Then all was lost.

Hours Later

Medic Ward: Care Unit D

Gotham Undergound Installation

November 12, 2009

5:20 PM

"…malnourished…dehydrated…concussion…" I heard disjointed words as I woke up. They didn't make sense, nothing made sense except the pain. It was back. That was the reason I was back. "Did…hit…hard?" Someone was hit. What? I opened my eyes, a groaned. I hate fluorescent lights, they're too damn bright.

"Girl?" Batman queried.

"Raven." I hissed groggily. He didn't so any change. He really didn't care what he called me, but I hated him calling me 'girl' all the time. "…who hit who?" I asked referring to the previous conversation that I had overheard.

"Robin."

"Robin hit…Robin?" Morphine was weird. Robin hit Robin was a sound plausible theory. I think.

"No." He grunted. "I hit Robin. He has a concussion. He is malnourished and dehydrated."

"…and you hit him?" He didn't reply. "Hn. So, what do the doctors say about me?" He still didn't reply, preferring to go get a doctor to explain everything to him. I watched as he left again. The doors swinging lightly in his wake.

"Well, Ms. Raven," The doctor started while flipping through the file at the foot of my bed. "All in all. It is a miracle that you are alive." I nodded. I would have liked to snicker but that was showing emotion. "You had to have forty stitches, three staples, and we had to transfuse two pints of blood. Also, most of those wounds were already starting to heal but to be safe, we continued with the normal procedures."

"Joy." I said, my excitement was filling the room with warm fuzzies—not. "The man I came with, Robin, what is his diagnosis?"

The Doctor coughed, "Eh… yes. I'm sure the resident caped crusader told you." I just gave him the patented, 'You are a Dumbass' look and he began to spill. "Three broken ribs, a minor concussion, malnutrition, and dehydration. He is awake if you want to talk to him." I nodded and the doctor left. I counted the minutes as the doctor returned with a mask less Robin in a wheelchair. He wasn't wearing Slade's uniform anymore.

"Yo." Robin said. His green eyes were somber. He was wearing a exceedingly loose tank top and a pair of baggy pants that from the looks of them would fall of his thin hips. Scars littered the visible skin, some of them ducking beneath the folds of his clothing.

"You look like shit." I answered.

A smirked tugged at his lips, "Don't you know, this is the new style."

"Almost as bad as the rest of the fashions in the world."

"You, on the other hand, you look like hell." I gave a slight smile.

"Heh. I blame the morphine."

"Then in that case, I blame Slade." I nodded after he growled that out. Robin had a smile on his face when he said that. A deranged smile. We didn't speak after that, we just sat there enjoying the artificial peace that we had acquired in the medic ward. Sadly, we knew that we wouldn't be able to hide in here for too much longer. Things had to me done. Wrongs had to be righted. Good had to prevail. Just like in the stories.

Gingerly I touched my bandaged wounds. Pressing harder, I was relieved when there was no pain, sleep was the best medicine for me. I lifted the blanket the covered my form with caution, they had removed the clothing I wore earlier and I wasn't sure if the had redressed me in something. They had. It was a Victorian styled nightgown. Lace, ruffles, and frills. I sighed. At least, it was long. "You shouldn't be trying to get up." A bored Robin intoned while watching me remove myself from my cot.

"What I should do and what I do are two completely different matters." I said. My body had absorbed the stitches. Great. The nightgown was longer than I had first thought. I dragged behind me as a walked out the stiffness in my muscles. I looked over to Robin who was watching with a raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Suits you." He answered. He was leering. He knew it, and I knew it.

Disdainfully I plucked at the cloth that covered my thighs, "I'm sure it does." It was white. Purity but I wasn't pure.

"Girl, get back in bed." Batman had just entered and he was already ordering me about. Robin looked like he was going to comply with the order even if it was directing at him. My lips twitched as I recalled an episode where Robin was reiterating lessons from his past. 1. Batman is the boss. 2. Batman makes the rules. 3. You follow the rules. 4. Don't tell Alfred if Batman breaks the rules.

"No." I said softly. My disapproval rang through the Medic Ward, which wasn't too terrible hard, as the ward we were in was very spacious and quiet. Robin's face became pasty, Batman tensed a little than relaxed. I hadn't lived with him. I hadn't lived by his rules. He had no right ordering me about. "We need to connect to the others. Something has come up. Something bad."

Batman's glare worsened but he gave a near invisible nod before once again disappearing through the medic ward doors. Time was of the essence to the truthful. Sparrow was never known to be patient. He would rather have at it and worry about the ramifications of his actions later. "You have a set of steel balls, Raven." Robin said in a singsong way before letting out a low whistle.

"Robin I don't need your vulgarity right now." I said. A light blush forming on my cheeks, the lights flickered and I winced. Maybe the collar was better at least than I could show emotions. But, I can feel and show the sins and the sublevel of sins so: vanity, pride, gluttony, wrath, greed, lust, sloth. Love comes for desire, which comes from lust. But the rest, I'm not sure what comes from them.

"Wasn't trying to be vulgar." Robin said. His green eyes were glowing with annoyance. "I was just stating a fact…in a male way." I rolled my eyes at him but nodded my head, my hair bobbing with the motion. My hair was undone falling loosely to my shoulder blades; I really hadn't had the time to cut it. "Raven?"

"Hm?"

"When you and Batman were talking, you spoke of 'connecting' what the hell does that mean?" Robin looked genuinely confused.

"Speak to the others." At his raised eyebrow, I launched into a slightly more in-depth explanation. "The others are the other Rebel Generals that govern activities around the rest of the world. In the Americas we had nine originally, now we only have three: Batman, Beast Boy, and me. Then there are others scattered across the globe. Wonder Woman is in Europe with the Fantastic Four, if I remember correctly. Death covers most the Asian continent by itself. In Africa: Superman, Wonder Girl, and Batgirl. The rest of have superheroes or have been abandoned. But truthfully, we don't know who is living and who is dead. Contacting each other was and still is very dangerous."

"So, I take it Sparrow is worth risking everyone?"

I narrowed my eyes, my lack of control making most of the things, including Robin in his wheel chair levitate. "You think Slade is the devil; Sparrow is ten times worse." Robins eyes widened beyond belief.

Conference and Communications Room

Gotham Underground Installation

November 12, 2009

7:40 PM

I stood at the podium still in the nightgown, clothes were in short supply. It was decent even though it wasn't something I would like to be seen in public making an announcement in. Robin was behind me; he was a fast learner when it came to learning to maneuver the wheelchair. Batman was standing at his own podium; he too had to speak.

The screens that covered the wall ahead of us flickered on. One by one the faces of the rebel leaders appeared. No Wonder Woman or Fantastic Four appeared. Beast Boy did, he was solemn. Superman appeared and so did Death. That was it. Six more people were still fighting. I started, "Slade is dead." Slowly a few smiles broke out, Batman looked at me sharply. I hadn't told him that.

"Great, so Raven when is the party?" Beast Boy asked, he was still a teenager even though he was a father. Death seemed amused at the younger boy's antics. But I shook my head.

"There is not going to be a party. Where Slade has fallen, another has risen." All eyes except Robin's and mine widened then narrowed. It was an unspoken question: who? "Slade's era had given way to Era of Sparrow. The era of the demons."

-TBC-

A/N:

Hey everyone! It's been ages, hasn't it? Sorry about the long wait; I was really uninspired. I would like to thank everyone whom showed support and still reviewed even after they saw this story wasn't moving. So thank you and hugs for you all.

I know that this chapter is rather short but I'm planning on getting the next chapter out in a few days so hopefully this will be enough.