Once they left I burnt the bars down and walked from the cell. The flames around me must have been outrageously hot because the stairs melted under by feet and I had to run up. The titans tried to keep me down but it was a futile effort. Robin's along with all his teammate's powers could do nothing. Except Raven. She pinned me down and sealed of the air around me. But my flames don't work by oxygen. I just seeped through the floor and fell to the bottom where I landed on my feet. It doesn't seem to matter, gravity. I feel its pull but I can fly and shift my weightless body in any direction I choose. Because I have no definite shape, I can fall head first and shape myself so that my feet face down in a second.
I almost fear for the titan's sake. They will all be dead before the war begins anyway. I don't plan on joining the brotherhood of evil; they are truly a group of idiots. They don't realize that the titans have a daemoness. I failed to kill Raven, but it doesn't mean that it is a lost cause. From now on I'm going to keep watch of Raven from a distance. When she's weakest next I will move in. While I'm stalking the battle fields of good and evil I might as well take a chuck out of both sides. When the war is over I hope to be the last man standing.
Raven is going to have to stay alive a little longer if I want to catch her while she's weak though. It's going to take a full war before that one is tired. And when everyone with superpowers is dead, I will still be alive, to wreak my havoc upon all those who have plagued my life, and more. The world is already mine.