She had every right to create dents in his metallic, heavy door, but that wasn't necessary. In a fourth of the time that would take, the little necromancer just fazed through the barrier between her and the other bird. Sorceress's shadow loomed over him, amethyst pools watching as the Boy Wonder's chest rose and fell peacefully. After just a few seconds of this, the importance of this little meeting resonated in her mind. A careful hand reached out to gently cup his shoulder, shaking the opposite firmly, yet lightly.
"Robin." Stern word escaped pursed lips, as more shakes were given to him. Precipitously, Robin's body grew rigid, lightening bolt reflexes causing his own hand to grasp her arm. Though Wonder Boy had not yet fully awakened, a low growl formed in his throat. Area around would be eyebrows furrowed, obvious angry and hatred lacing once tranquil expressions.
"Robin. It's me. Someone's in the Tower." Really, she didn't know why she was here. At first, it had been to complain, but now, well, she felt he was entitled to know someone had attacked her in her own room. Despite the fact she'd been subjected to an extreme, deliberate bout of dizziness, the very sanctity of her domain had been broken. No one entered her room; no one should ever go into her room. This was an unsaid rule, just like no one in the Tower should attempt to observe Robin mask less. These rules held the T-shaped sanctuary together by a single, fragile thread. Surely if they were to be broken, the very foundation of their little home would come crashing down.
Immediately, his grasp loosened, as he sat upright in his bed, propped up by elbows. White sheets fell off his form, revealing that he did not indeed sleep in his ridiculously colored costume. In fact, he had replaced the traffic light clothing with nothing. Yes, his chest and stomach were on display for all to see. All that dared to venture into his room. "What? Where?" Still, his mind was groggy. Contrary to popular belief, the boy did sleep, and he slept well. Rather lightly, as he was always on precaution, but he sleep decently, indeed. Enough rest was gained to keep him functioning properly. But, right now, he should be in a slumber, dreaming of capturing Slade and discovering his identity. Though, in that particular dream, the villain's secret was never uncovered. In fact, he'd always bolt upright, fully awake, at any sign of the man's mask being ripped off.
"That voice. The girl. She was in my room. She said her name was Ursula." Her explanation was short, but truthful. Visionaries blankly stared at this other--this other shirtless male. Shouldn't he feel somewhat embarrassed? Or had he not yet noticed? Either way, what if her own behavior was unacceptable? It was rather obvious that Robin did have some sort of relationship with Starfire. All right, so it was more than obvious. The two had shared a kiss, a public kiss at this. They'd held hands. It was official, if there was any sort of relationship within the Titans Tower, it was definitely between the little alien princess and Bird Boy. Most definitely.
"That can't be, Raven. The alarm would have gone off if someone had entered the Tower. You know that, Rae. It was probably just a dream. Go back to sleep." Some would consider those tones condescending, but really, that was just Robin for you. Too arrogant to tell when someone was telling the damned truth and hadn't dreamed about something. Though, Raven's own tones didn't help in that matter. No, the monotony that she maintained in every speech, no matter how heartfelt they were supposed to be, had always been somewhat deceiving. Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Starfire never knew when to take her comments seriously--or when she was actually hurt when they snapped back at her.
"I heard her, Robin. I was not asleep." A scowl now overtook her expressions. Did he doubt her damned judgment and perception? There was no doubt in her mind; she hadn't imagined that little confrontation with the damned vocalization. No, it had been there. "And do not ever call me Rae." An afterthought, added merely to express her utmost frustration with the non-cooperative bird.
"All right. Shall we check the surveillance cameras? Check for any strange activity? I'm pretty sure that you were just dreaming, Raven." A pause. Those eyes of his, despite being masked, still challenged her sanity. How dare he mock the dark witch like that. Really, that was damned daring of him. Just then, though, before her mouth opened to speak, an extra shadow flickered on the wall. Judging by the look on Robin's face, he'd seen it along with her. Illumination from striking lightening allowed them to absorb every nook and cranny of the room, but there was no else there. "You saw that, right?" His only response was a silent nod from Raven, whom was still searching the room with blazing visionaries. Where in Hell was that damned little girl?
"Mommy. Mommy! Can I have some water, please?" It had returned once again. This time, Raven wasn't by her lonesome, and wouldn't be considered insane as soon as she shared her rather farfetched story. He had no reason to dispute the fact that there was someone or something in the Tower. A tug was given to her leotard, which she hadn't taken off in her rush to dream. "Please mommy. Just a bit of water. I promise I won't wet the bed like Jeremy used to do. Just please let me have some water." An eerie silence followed, the two birds staring at each other in either fear or awe. What was this voice? And better yet, why did it show such an attachment to the purple haired seductress?
Another series of heated jolts danced through the night sky, allowing light to briefly fill the room.
"Raven. What is that?" Gloved hand pointed to wall closest to the door, where a red substance had began to drip from the ceiling. Blood. She didn't even have to answer his question; they both were quite aware what the shit was. If possible, their eyes widened to twice its normal size. Another flash of illumination--and it became apparent the crimson stain was growing. Becoming larger. Slowly dripping to the floor.
"Five, six. Better get your crucifix." Once again, the wall was visible, the blood parted into a cross.
"Let's go look over the surveillance tapes." She didn't need to be told, as she grabbed a hold of his wrist, teleporting them both to the central computer room.
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