Stars
"Titans, GO!" Robin shouted. The man they fought was a ninja.. He'd tripped a laser in a bank heist before getting to the loot. He thought himself a great ninja, but wasn't quite as skilled as he'd thought; he lost within thirty seconds fighting Robin.
Beast Boy frisked him for weapons, and discovered ninja-death stars. "COOL!" he yelled, and began playing with one.
Robin warned, "Beast Boy, be careful. Those are–"
"OOOW!"
"...sharp."
Raven sighed. "Let me see." Beast Boy held out his hand, a cut dripping blood. Her hands glowed blue, and she absorbed his injury.
"Thanks, Rae," he smiled.
Dead
The noisy, fast-paced click of joysticks and buttons. Focus. Total focus. Tension, building in the air, engulfing, devouring attention greedily. Building still more, now the shuffling irrelevant frustrated movements, as if leaning in any direction will help. Beast Boy lept to the side to avoid a wall as Raven's car pushed him into one.
Explosion.
Dead.
Deftly, now without the hindrance of a green sports car, the blue sports car rounded the last corner triumphantly, victory flashing on-screen.
Stunned silence.
Raven, setting down her controller calmly, having never moved, stood up. Over her shoulder, "I win again."
Open-mouthed, silent shock.
Alive
A rainy, dark day, suitable to the mood of the empath and even more fitting to her errand. Could she even call it an errand? She felt obligated to be here, tied by the strings of blood and fate that had led to her passing. There had been no body, but Raven had set aside a patch of land on a hillside, adorning it with a simple engraved stone.
Angela Roth.
Kneeling before the stone, she murmured, "I wish you were alive to see this future, mother."
In a tree a few yards away, a green squirrel kept silent vigil.