Oh, Holy Corn, guys! The holidays have been nuts, in a big way, and there's one person to blame, but I'll allow it, because it's a good kind of nuts. I'm mostly back, working on the newest chapter, but here's something to remind you all that I do exist. Happy everything, and thanks for reading.

Robin sat at his desk and stared at the wall. The sun was setting, sending red light in through a small window to his right. He'd cleared away the laptop and the encyclopedias, the empty mugs and energy bar wrappers. Before him lay a single piece of paper and a pencil. He wrote:

Her name is Raven.

She is a girl.

She is a teenager. I'll have to learn her actual age…

She wears a cloak, leotard, and red jewels.

She has a portal to her mind.

She can cook.

She enjoys reading.

She likes Emily Dickinson.

Robin thought of the encounter with Slade…

She prefers her hair short.

Her father is an inter-dimensional demon that threatens to destroy our world.

She enjoys hot tea.

Meditation helps her control her powers.

Her favorite color is red, though she says it is blue.

He thought of the morning on the roof, and what followed.

She sometimes misses what's right in front of her.

She enjoys a good horror movie.

Though she can levitate, she usually walks, very quietly.

She cares for her friends very deeply, though she can't completely show it. Yet.

She has a beautiful smile, though she rarely shows it.

She is the most mindful of etiquette in the whole tower.

Robin considered this list of things he knew about the girl he was growing to love. He knew he wanted it to be much longer.