Everything seem to change, just everything. Even your appearance, which you had to accept against your will. This was nothing but a reminder of the sins you committed and the choice you made. Sure at first glance you might appear to look human. But with another look eyes would see you were far from it. Staring your reflecting in window. The markings of Trigon engraved no branded permanently on your body from head to toe. Markings on your face. Your black hair no longer your own, now changed to his color. Your eyes thankfully remained the same, your ears slightly but fully pointy the tips black. Your teeth nearly matching Gar's. There was nothing you could do to change it. You had to accept it, this cruse. Even your powers, Trigon so kindly unlocked in which was nothing but a sin and disgrace. Your original powers still remained, though it seem less controllable than before. Which caused you to unleash your Hellfire. A part of you was still connected to that realm, its presence haunted you. Unsure how to deal with it, it felt like your soul was being ripped apart. It hurt. It hurt.
Raven, she was right all along. But, you didn't listen to her. Being blinded by falsity of hopeless lies. Promises that were nothing. You felt so ashamed and disgusted with yourself. Even after it all she still helped you through it all. In your semi-coma you could feel presence in your mind and soul. She was just trying to protect you, just like before, when she would visit you, though kept herself concealed so you would not know who she was. Everything was for you, even when you became corrupted by Trigon, she kept trying to bring you back. Never did she try to strike you down, minus of course the small fight between the two of you in Hell. Never did you think your raw emotions could be so amplified so much. They blinded you from thinking clearly. You saw her as enemy and nothing else. Wanting to end her life and the others. Just thinking about it made you sick. Nothing but weighed guilt remained in you. Which turned into something, something else.
It wouldn't allow you to appreciate the others company, nor see their joy of you being well. Guilt wouldn't allow you. Not when what you did to them, what you've done in the past. The skeletons in your closest began to become crowded. You saw nothing else. There was no light at then end of any tunnel for you. You became somber and lost. Empty and dead. Pain seem to be all you knew. Darkness was all you knew. It was your source anyway. That cold winter night. You didn't belong anywhere. At least Raven had a home for a bit when she was younger. She knew who and what she was, but you...you didn't. Since day one, from what you gathered from your past. You had no identity. None at all. Was that the reason you followed Trigon? He was going to give you a purpose? An identity? A name? Sure, Violet was the name Dick gave you, but was that your real name? Where you real?
The only way you felt real was, was when you felt empty. Back there...back in that damp, dark place. That was your home. It just had to be. Making the most sense. Here with the Titans, sure didn't fee like it. It didn't feel like it at all. Nothing seem to. And with the way you looked now, why should it be. No longer were you human, if you could call yourself that. What where you exactly? You didn't know. Besides, something that didn't exist, it was alright to disappear. No one would miss you. You could fade into obscurity.
Jaime and Gar walk down the hall, towards the infirmary. Jaime with a deck of playing cards and Gar with well, with video game console and stuff kitten. Ready to spend some time with their friend and teammate. Jaime couldn't wait to began a game of cards, whatever card game they wanted to play was fine with him. He knew how she enjoyed playing them with him. It was there little thing. Something to get her back to her old self. She hasn't been the same since she came out of her semi-coma. Raven told them, she was just tired. Her mind, body and soul had to reconnect back together. The lost look in her eyes, worried all of them. Despite all that happened and what she did, no one held it against her. They couldn't even try to imagine what she's been through. Since day one in life, from what Raven told them. All they knew was, their friend was consumed by darkness and pain. They had to save her. Her and Raven, both sisters and children of a demon. Talk about a Hellish life. Both of them suffered at and by the hands of their father. In different and yet same ways. One knew how their father was, while the other was forced to learn and be branded with a forever reminder. A part of them broken and lost. It would be a lie to say things would go back to normal.
Because it didn't seem like it. That empty and bleak look lingering heavily in her eyes. The fear and darkness that consumed her. The subtle anger that turned into internal pain. The force suffering they wanted on themselves. The lost and confusion behind every blink they took.
They just had to do everything they could to bring back a part of them, even if it was just a little. They had to at least try. Nightwing stood by her bedside while she laid in her semi-coma, rarely moving. And when she awoke he couldn't be more relieved like the others. It showed he loved despite her history and everything that transpired. To him, she was the only family he had left. He would come by every now and then to check up on her condition or would call about it. And it was always the same. Nothing.
Nightwing wasn't the only who worried and remained by her bedside. Raven pretty much tied with him. She was the one who worked tirelessly to ensure her sister would heal in some way. It seem she took her role as a sister rather seriously. Yet at the same time felt responsible for the condition, Violet was in. Raven had informed everyone, she would have to teach her sister how to control her powers and new additional powers. She was going to need it. At least her demonic side, as the other side of her sister Raven didn't know fully. At least she could help her sister in some sense. Everyone put their best foot forward in Violet's recovery, except for one. Who rarely came into visit the tormented heroine, for reasons no one seem to really understand.
Damian.
He seem to be absent or put all his energy into training or missions. It seem like anyway he could avoid going. A few times he would be seen at the door, staring at her. It was rather hard to read his face, Gar took it rather insensitive and cold. A few times he expressed his feelings about Damian's behavior to him. Which Damian just didn't care. Though if he did come in, it was when she slept, never when she was awake. And he would just look at her for a few seconds then leave, he had uncanny ability it seem to know when someone was about to come and leave.
It didn't matter. Those who came and cared where there. Jaime and Gar reach room, with smiles on ready to enjoy some fun games. To have their assumed chill time destroyed. Starfire seeming baffled and worried, Cyborg scanning, Raven in mediation and Damian who looks at the two of them just as they enter. And to the shock of the two heroes, Violet's bed...empty. There was no one or anyone in it. There was no sign of struggle or anything. The two of them had to do a double take, and rush over dropping everything they had to the floor. Questions in their eyes, wondering what? How? Where? Questions that lingered in Starfire's eyes as well. Gar anger about to transfer to Damian, to be stopped by Raven who opens her eyes, informing everyone she located her missing sister. No sooner had she said that, Nightwing comes rushing in. Demanding any sort of information of his cousin's whereabouts.
Starfire quickly apologizes to him, while consoling him too. And informs him Raven has managed to lock onto Violet, Raven tells everyone through a cryptic message the whereabouts of Violet. It made no sense to anyone. Even Raven seem at a lost. Everyone looking to Nightwing in hopes he might know, it took a minute to figure it out. By that time, Damian had already figured it out and left the group. Though not before taking something with him. The others follow after him.
Slums, always remain slums no matter what. In damp and dark, a place in society forgotten by others. A very few actually survive and leave this place. This retched and depression place. Where nothing seem to grow or even show any sort of sign of life. The ground full of cracks and rotten trash. The smell of urine and feces was the aroma. Toxic fumes mixed in. Soulless and mindless bodies laid about or lingered around. Death in its physical form many would see it as. Hopelessness and lost in the eyes of those who lived in this life style. Crime and murder merged into one. If one where to blink, their blood would be spilled out. Death's playground. Of the wondering live souls. Rotten and broken down buildings and homes. Eyes of those who have lost in a sense their sight of light. A perfect place for those who society no longer cared for or care to bother with. Letting them fester and die. Lay waste to the space they took away from another.
The perfect place for one who has lost their way. To travel back to the only place they knew as their home for most of their life. A place that gave them an identity, even if they had none. Their broken soul would be lost here. The pain they felt could be unleashed. This place would be their home, their realm. Their new Hell home. Being here seem to silence those voices. Block out their connection to Hell itself. Make them forget about their horrors. But, still left them feeling empty and lost. Wondering down the streets paved with broken glass and whatever else God forsaken things. They didn't care what cut their bare feet. The pain was nothing. Physical pain like that, was just nothing. Concealing themselves and appearance with their cloak. They no longer being human or having human features. Nothing but their right eye showing, looking back at them from their reflection. That reflected all the horrors they had done.
Fear made them take flight and run away. Keeping their head down, ashamed of it all. There was solace for them. Tears they felt build up in their eyes, which they refuse to let fall. Causing it to fester into anger, anger turn into fearful anger. Bringing forth the power they so desperately wanted to keep at bay. But the flames of anger and fear, was more powerful than anything. Either they give into it or keep running from it. Tripping over their own feet, they scurry to get up trying hard not to set ablaze anything. For the flames, their eyes could see those demonic four eyes looking at them. Haunting them. Coursing them to give in. Calling for them, demanding they help. The voices wouldn't stop. They couldn't. Voice of others haunted them. The poor tormented souls they ruined. Hurt. Came. And they being like a magnet of such things, attached themselves. Clawing and screeching their voice, they just didn't stop. Was this the price for power? For wanting more than one could handled? The sins one must have to pay and endure?
Unable to take anymore, they unleash. Unleash it all. The Hellish inferno inside them. Fire spewed up and expelled everywhere around their vicinity. Unable to control it any longer. They became lost in it all. All of it. The voices, hide their own. The emptiness and lost in their souls, drowned them into the depths of the abyss. Where did they go wrong? Where? Trying to recap their life? Was when they were found by their two knights? When that boy came into their life? Trying to stand on their own? What was it? They didn't know? Their mind and soul like a endless foggy maze. Their pain, becoming more unbearable, their tears burned coming down their face. The vortex of Hellfire surrounded them like a prison. Growing by the second. They didn't know what to do, except fall to their knees and curl up. Wishing to no exist anymore.
Mumbling and babbling incoherent words. Their violet eyes remained wide, as their tears came down. The markings upon their body started to light up and began to change their appearance against their will. There was no light their eyes could see. None at all. The high winds vortex began to lift up their fetal position body off the ground. Afraid, they shut their eyes.
Outside just a few buildings away, Damian stood there dressed as Robin. His hood up, he looks at the massive size black flame vortex, that roared through the night. Setting ablaze and obliterating all around it. It was wild and raging. Violent and confused. No doubt in pain, lasing out in anger. This, this was what he...looking at what hid in his hood. He wasn't sure if this would actually work. Then again, he had to at least try. No he had to give his all. Forsaking his doubts and getting serious he carefully calculates how to get in the center. To get to her, just as she did with him. With his blade out, he tucks away his little passenger in his hood and charges. It seem as if the flames knew of his presence, and shot out at him. He narrowly dodges them. Slicing them with his blade, which seem to do little effect. If not for his training than he surely would have been gone. For a quick second he catches his breath, before dodging another stream of Hellfire. Though he was quick, he wasn't quick enough and another came at him from his blind side. Knocking him back violently.
Crashing into building. He takes a few seconds to pick himself back up. The smell of sizzling of his cape being a bit on fire, which he puts out. Getting back up, he wasn't going to give up that easily. If having learned anything with being with the Teen Titans, is you don't leave a member behind or let them suffer. One does all they can to ensure their teammate safety. Yes, that's what he learned. But this was different. This was than just a teammate, to him. To him, it went much more deeper. Something he couldn't explain really, but he knew he couldn't lose.
Looking at his blade, then back to the flames, realizing his hostile nature just seconds to late. Another stream of fire shoots at him. There was no time to dodge this time, he had to brace for impact and maybe even death. A stream of green light shoots out stopping the flames from reaching, the two explode, at the same time something comes and gets him out the way just in time.
Feeling someone carrying him for a second. They stop and place him down, he turns around to find to his surprise the team and Nightwing there.
Starfire drops down."Robin? Are you alright?"
His well being wasn't on his mind, he turns back around at the vortex. The others look too, Gar and Jaime mouths just drop at the sight of it."D-Dude..."Gar said in shock. Pointing at it.
"She's lost."Raven steps forward, with her hand out. Feeling the emotions emitting from her sister's wild flames."She's confused. She's in pain. I knew it."
"Knew it?"Nightwing looks at her."I thought you said, you fixed her? Why is she in pain? I thought his influ-"
"I know what I said."she cuts him off, concealing her own frustration."No matter what, his influence will always remain."she touches the red crystal shard in the center of her forehead."..."
"Is there a way to get to her? To snap her back?"Starfire fires at a stream of fire headed their way, with Blue Beetles help.
To buy them more time, Raven covers everyone in a large dome shield. Which managed to keep the fire back."We reached her before."Blue states."We can do it again, right?"
"Back in Hell it was different."Raven tells him."She's losing all sense of reality. Her own fears themselves are being turned against her. She doesn't know what to do. When someone's lost they don't know what to do. Violet's life has been one of unknowing and being used. To fill the emptiness that's been in her since the start. Trigon used that against her. Twisted her and now that the damage has been done...She's been calling out for help. She needs reassurance. A lost soul is a dangerous soul."
"So..."Cyborg says."What do we do? Because..."he looks back at the wild flames."It's not getting any better, and from my scanners her body can't take much of this anymore. She's going to burn herself out."
"Ahhh!"Gar screams, looking frightful at what seem to be dark spirits being drawn to the vortex. Pointing a confused and trembling finger."What the heck?!"
"Whoa!"Blue."What are those?"
Raven studies the dark ghostly spirits."Remember what I said before, about her powers? She can feel negative emotions deeper than anyone, which in turn draws them to her. And this place is filled with them. She's like their magnet or lighting rod. She can already absorb them. But, she can only take so much."
Having enough of this going around talk, Nightwing demands she gets to the bottom of it."I'm not hearing any sort of ideas on how to get her back."
Hearing the sound of a blade being sheathed, everyone looks to Robin who told them with his eyes he knew what to do. Stepping forward, his eyes focused on the growing vortex."Robin?"Starfire looks at him, trying figure out his plan.
Raven figured it out. She puts down her shield."You've got one shot at this."she tells him.
Their hidden plan left the others out. Though Jaime seem to catch on, getting his shield ready."You better say, your sorry."he tells Robin sternly. And charges straight to be struck with a wave of fire, he stands his ground pushing back. The flames where strong, very strong. But he didn't cave in. He wasn't going to.
With Blue taking some of the attention of the flames, Robin sprints off with Raven following. The others stood there lost, watching the three charge head first. Wishing they would have told them their plan, they rush into the provide them with back up. Attack the flames. Raven and Robin dodge a few of the flames. Using her powers, she outline Damian in her energy protectively. And launches him forward, at the same time he calms down and clears his mind. The walls of the flames, sensing nothing hostile opens up allowing him in. He lands down fine, still remaining outlined in Raven's energy. Even as the updrift winds pick him up. Catching himself, he manages to remain somewhat steady. Taking a ride on chuck of concrete, his eyes look desperately for any sign of her.
Memories of her, Violet flash in his mind. When she first meet him, greeting him. Their shared breakfast. Her attempt to take away his pain. The adventure to Wayne Enterprise. Their life in the Himalayas. Everything. Nearly loosing his balance, he refocuses. Dodging debris coming his way. Climbing upward to the center. Reaching for something precious, never felt so hard.
Whimpers. Whimpers he could hear them. Sad and lost whimpers. They belonged to her. Something glisten out the corner of his eye, looking he noticed floating there...a tear.
"Damian. Damian!" "Damian? Come on Damian."
He heard his name being said by her voice, all around him. He knew it well. Each time she said his name, there was a meaning behind it. Which he at first detest, but it did grow on him. And soon became, now realizing it, special.
Pushing off the concrete he was on, to the next large object a lid of a car. So focused on the task at hand, he didn't see the stop sign flung his way until to late. Dodging it quickly, to lose his balance.
Damn. He looks up watching them become further away. Thinking quickly he reaches for his grappling hook, when someone or something comes behind him and launches him back up. Turning and looking down he sees Nightwing. Coated in Raven's energy too, locking eyes with Damian. Understanding. Giving a promising and gratitude nod, Robin focus back. This time making sure nothing would stop him from going. Flipping and dodging. Twisting and ducking. Deflecting. Itching to draw out his blade, but resist. He's done enough damage to her already. Those words he said still left a bitter taste in his mouth. Needing to get closer, he reaches into his hood and takes out...
"Get me close."he tells Richie.
The little robin stretches its wings looking at the pre-teen. Seemingly understand. With its wingspan out, the little one began to grow from the amount of negative energy it absorbed. Pushing off the item he was on and onto Richie. Gripping tightly onto the feathers on its back. The small robin now large, lets out a screech and tucks its wings flying upward. Robin held on tightly. Refusing to let go. Getting closer, he slowly starts to stand. Richie flies straight out of the vortex, turning around with Robin standing on its back. Looking into the eye of the storm. At what hoovered in the center, afraid.
Getting a running start, he jumps off Richie's head and down back into the vortex. His hand outreached towards, what he wished not lose. Stretching it far, not caring he was over extending his arm. It was just like before, back with the Man-Bats. He had tired to get her, when she fell. He jumped after her, just the same as he was doing now. Back then, he couldn't get her. And lost her. This time though. This time would be different. All the times she came after him, offering him something, he was too blind to see. Until he lost to the clutches of her father. To the darkness. A darkness she tired so hard to bring out of.
He was wrong. He was very wrong. With everything he said about her. Those words he wish to take back. She wasn't weak. She wasn't a lost puppy. She wasn't any of those things. If anything, he was. The decisions she made, to better herself. It took courage to do that. To step out on faith and land on your feet. Faith. Her faith was stronger than her fear. Had she not realized that? She had to have faith, she was wanted. Faith she belonged. Because he did, he had faith. With him at least.
Mustering up that emotion he yells for you."Violet!"
"Violet!"
Your eyes shoot open, upon hearing that voice. That called you by a name. It broke through everything, even as it became fainter, reaching you. You heard it. Your hand shoots up in the direction of the voice, dangling there for it to be grabbed. Nothing came. You felt nothing. Was this another lie? Bringing your hand back down, something strong and unbreakable grabs it tightly. With every ounce of their strength, squeezing it securely. You felt this strange surge shoot through you. It felt strange yet familiar. Who was it? Your mind and soul began to search for any sort of relocation of it. Unable to find it, which was okay, because you knew it wasn't here to hurt you. It was pulling you back. Back to your senses. Out of the dark. Reminding you of everything. Helping you push through your struggling lost and wondering mind and soul.
Outside the vortex with the others, they stop fighting against it. Noticing a change in it. It started to settle. And die down. Still, that didn't mean they could let their guard down. Quickly Raven puts up a shield covering everyone just as the vortex explodes. Everyone covered their eyes from it. Opening them, they find the vortex gone, but the surrounding area badly damage.
"Violet!"Gar remembers, taking off. But Raven beats him to it.
Hurrying to the center of it all, she finds Nightwing there, with just a few injuries but nothing major. Moving some of the debris out the way with powers, she and others find buried...
In the darkness yet again, but this time you didn't feel yourself falling down. And this time when you open your eyes, you saw light. The sun. The blue skies. White clouds, crystal water of the coast. The smell of the sea water. The sound of the seagulls. Everything. No longer nothingness. Actual life before you. A pleasant sight, one who lost in darkness would be thrilled to see. Yet, you still could not be. No matter how hard you tired. Your sins forced your guilt to remind you. To keep you prisoner. Always your eyes lamented over and over about it all.
You felt less human still. Was anything cured in you? It was hard for you to know. Even after all they had done to bring you out of that darken state. The thought of you belonging here with the Teen Titans. To call this place a home. A family. Can or could one call a place a home? And others a family? When they themselves didn't have one themselves?
These questions lingered in your mind and influenced you, it would be best to leave. Yeah, it would be. You needed to find something to fill up this gaping void.
Fixing and straightening your bed, in your room. You look around at it. The place that was your temporary home for the time being. Just like the Greyson family, Haley Circus. Wayne Manor. League of Assassins mansion. Himalayas. Gotham. The park. Hell.
Double checking your bag, making sure you had everything. After you recovery, after everyone saved you and brought you back here. Allowed you to see again. You just decided it was best for you leave. You didn't belong here, no matter how much you enjoyed it. This place wasn't your home. They weren't your family. You didn't even know you family. Not even your parents. Well, just one. Trigon. Leaving you half complete. You where nothing but a danger to the others. Now that you knew what your powers could do. It would be best for you to leave. Zipping up your pack, you look out the window, the sun was setting. The others left you alone so you could just relax. Starfire telling you whenever you felt ready to come back. Throwing your hood over you, to conceal yourself, you leave your room. Checking down the hall, to make sure the others weren't around. And slip out.
All those years of training with Dick and Bruce, as well with Damian. Stealth became your best friend right now. Carefully you made sure to keep your senses up and alert. You hadn't sense any of their emotions, negative ones yet. Meaning it was all clear. Taking the elevator was way to easy and would give you away. So it was either going out the front door or using the roof. The latter which you choose.
Making it to the top of the Tower, you look and see no one. Good. It was clear. With your pack secured, you walk towards the edge and look down at the long drop. The coastal winds blew through your hair and hood. It felt so nice and refreshing. You were going to miss it here. Calming yourself, you've only done this once. But seeing it shouldn't be so hard, except to fully focus. No doubt it was going to be painful. The burning feeling between your shoulder blades began to take form. Flamed Hellfire wings spring from your back, you do your best to hold in your pain. Sucking it up. Blocking out the pain, you take off when something quick and fast flies up nearly hitting you. Scaring you and nearly taking you by surprise. Causes you to crash back to the ground. Flying was something you really needed to work on. Once you hit the ground, some sort of dark energy wraps itself around you. Luckily you move out the way just in time before it completely had its hold.
That was just strange. Getting up, you look at the energy and realize who it belongs too."Violet."Starfire gets your attention, you look up surprised to find her there a few feet from you. She was the one who nearly hit you. She looks at you sternly, yet sympathetic.
Feeling she wasn't the only one, which you where right. Coming behind you using their jetpack to suspend them. Cyborg. And using a portal, Raven appears a few feet in front of you. Noticing the reflection in her eyes, you turn around to find Blue, Gar, Nightwing and Damian. All of them cornering you. Looking at you rather hurt and confused.
"Hermona..."Blue starts."What do you think you're doing?"
You remain silent. Giving him the cold shoulder."Vi? Say something?"Gar tries to plead with you to speak. But you wouldn't budge."Why are you leaving? This is your home."
"Yeah."Cyborg lands down but still remained ready to take off should you try to leave."Why you leaving your hom-"
"This isn't my HOME!"you lash out at him, turning around to him with burning anger. Baring your fangs."This isn't my home. None of it is. None never...I'm leaving."You suddenly become hard. Glaring at each of them.
Your eyes lock with Dick the longest. Who was visible hurt behind his mask. Making you look away in shame."What do you mean this isn't your home?"Starfire questions, with a tone of a explanation."Violet? Why would you say that? You're apart of this team. This family."
"I have no family."you turn away from her, giving everyone the cold shoulder. Trying so hard to shut them out. To shut out the horrible things you caused to them. Trying to suppress your guilt. Struggling only made it worse.
Hellfire started to surround your clench fist. Which you hold close to you in fear."I-I don't belong here...with one...None of you."you force yourself to say coldly."I-I just want to leave. Get away from here. Live alone. So allow me to leave. I won't cause anymore trouble. Or issues...things will be better."
"That makes no sense."Nightwing finally speaks up, moving closer. Stopping when you warn him too."Violet. Violet Greyson."he calls you by your full name."...You are my sunshine, my only make me happy when skies are grey. You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. That was the very first song I sung to you, when you were little. It always made you smile. Even after all those years, when I found you again. Violet,"he takes off his mask. Looking at you softly."I can't stand here and say I don't understand what you're going through. But, for you say you want to leave. Not to be a bother. That's not true at all. You're the only sunshine I have left of our family. What you went through..."
Raven takes over from him. Stepping towards you. She takes her hood down, looking you sympathetically."No one holds you responsible for what you did. At least I don't. Wanting that feeling of being complete, I know that all too well. You're whole life you've been used and left to wonder. You don't know who you are. Trigon plays on our insecurities. No matter what he promises, it always ends with pain. It feels hopeless to escape. You want that part of you gone after finding out about it. You want to run away from it, in hopes it would fade in the back. But, in truth...it doesn't. Running away only makes it worse."You look at her meekly and broken."Being broken is easy. What makes it hard is trying to fix it. Those thoughts of what you did won't go away. You don't need to feel alone, because you feel incomplete. You claim you don't have a family. But, that's far from the truth. You and I may feel we don't belong. Isolated. All of this is new and confusing to you. I might not know much about your other half, but I know about the half we share."she steps closer, holding out a hand."Separate we're not strong. But together we are. We can't let his influence control us. No matter how much it wants too. You're my little sister. If I can make this my new home and family. You can too. I'll do whatever it takes to make this our home. We're the only family either of us has in this world. On this Earth. Besides the others."She looks at the team. Her eyes fall back to you."I'm offering to teach you. To help guide you."
"..."you look at her hand unsure. Thinking of everything you've done. Guilt began to blind you. When you felt Nightwing's hand on your shoulder, you turn around to him shocked and unsure. Doubtful. Contemplating.
He gives you a assuring smile. Feeling another hand on your shoulder, you find Starfire. Smiling at you, nodding her head. Cyborg comes in after, with Blue and Gar. Who tires to be flirty with you.
"Did I ever tell you, I have a thing for girls with pointy ears?"he winks at you, earning an elbow from Blue who gives him a scolding hush.
"We're all misfits in a manner of speaking."Blue tells you."It won't be the same without you Hermona."
Nightwing gets down to your level. Looking you directly in your eyes. Smiling."..."
Looking at everyone around you, supporting you. Tears started to form, you shut your eyes to stop them. But they came. All the anguish. All the guilt. Everything. Your hurt. Pain. Confusion. But through it all, you managed a small smile. Turning back to Raven, she still had her hand extended for you. Looking at it, then her. You reach for it.
