Thank you everyone for your patience... sorry this is taking so long.

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I sit atop a dark skyscraper, overlooking the city. Gotham City, such a beautiful scape at night. But there is one thing that obscures this dreamlike insomniatic picture of silohettes and light.

The Titans Tower looms in the distance on it's own small island, illuminated against the sparkling sky. I can't help it that my heart wells up with anger every time i think about them- save for Raven of course- but I just do. I don't despise the young superheroes, or their selfless crave for establishing justice in their hopeless rats-nest of a city. It's doomed to destruction before long anyway, but that makes their efforts even more valiant. What unnerves me is that they are always the victors. They are always the winners when it comes to good versus evil. I don't see how it happens, given the fact when looking at the array of villans they have defeated. But somehow, they pull it off.

I begin my descent and head for the tower. Upon pondering on the fact that they have remained undefeated, this arises in me an urge to finally prove them wrong. They haven't really done anything to provoke me, but one doesn't need an excuse to set something straight when they see the need to.

I notice the fluidity I posess as I proceed to jump from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally throwing my roped grapple to catch hold of something and swing high above the streets. Langston, despite his deranged demeanor and harsh straightforwardness, is truly amazing. His works, when witnessed by me as I recovered in his hidden confines, would have been miracles, if they were not man-made. I can feel my repaired body as the muscle stretches and flexes with my movements, my lungs and heart smoothly transporting blood and oxygen to fulfill my needs. These catlike movements would not be possible without him. Yet I cannot stand him, and the main reason is that he is making me do this job of murder on-not just some innocent people- but the ones who retain justice in this city. Even if their efforts are to be short-lived, the Titans do not deserve death- especially brought on by me, since they have not done anything to drive me to do so.

But the desire for her love grows stronger.

I have almost reached the tower, and pause on a telephone pole to contemplate. I have a belt full of Synothium... and a heart full of nothing.

What are you doing now, Raven? What are you doing this very minute, while I look upon your home that houses your friends who will be no more in the next few moments? It is close to eleven O'clock. Are you meditating after a hard days work? Did you fight a criminal? Or perhaps you played in the park with your companions? Maybe even went out for your treasured pizza afterward. I have been locked up so long, love. Will you show me the world, show me what I have missed when the time comes when I will hold you and your violet hair sweeps across my scarred face? When I will gaze upon your wide cobalt eyes and we will lose ourselves in each others stare? I cannot wait, Raven. And surely you will forgive me for what I must do. Understand it is the only way for us to be together.

A/N I'm sorry, I know it's short, but I will try to get the next chapter(s) up as soon as possible; I am intent on finishing this story, I promise.