It was a cold, very cold and dark night. The moon a rare eclipse in the sky, the barriers between certain worlds thinned and could easily be broken. A day only a select few knew about. A day when life was brought into the world, through union as sinful as it was foul.

A shadowy figure desperately ran, determine to put distance between themselves and the horde chasing them. They defended themselves against the evil coming after them. Who too where determine to get back what was their's. But, their thief would not allow them to have it. Not in the least. Using only one hand to shoot mystical blast and defend, while the other held close to their chest what the hordes where after. Summing up enough, they unleash a rather large mystical blast that was able to subdue their pursuers just a bit. While throwing right into a statue. Brushing off the plain, they look up finding themselves in the center of a public park. Under a single light.

Looking around, they spot no one. It was empty. Good. They would hate to have to protect someone, while trying to prevent those hordes from getting their hands on what they held. That hadn't yet stopped crying. Casting their eyes down to what they held upon their chest, to be blasted in the back from their few second distraction. Luckily the blast didn't hit what they held. Still it hurt like a mother...

Clinging the bundle closer to them, they quickly summon a portal and jump in just in time. Before any of the hordes could come and attack. Exiting the portal finding themselves in much further part of the park. With their shoulder injured, they suddenly felt it being healed and the pain felt slowly beginning to fade. The muffled cries begin to sooth from the bundle. Shocked by this, even when they shouldn't be. Still.

Knowing those hordes would be coming soon and relentlessly. They would need both their hands for and would have to place the bundle down. Looking around, their eyes spot a single bench hidden it seemed. Quickly they put the bundle there and cast an enchantment. That would hopefully keep them hidden, while they handled their pursuers and afterwards they could finish what they started.

"...I'll be back."They tell the small bundle and quickly move away. Casting an illusion of the bundle back in their arms. Just as the hordes find them. Their glowing purple eyes hiss at their thief who just gives them a cocky smirk."Ya wankers want me? Come and get me."

The hordes give in and leap with fury at the thief, with intent to kill. The thief managed to deflect them and turn tail. Giving chase again, the hordes follow.

With everything silent, cold and still. Cries and screams echo in the dark cold night. Nothing but the solace of winter and the cruse of loneliness. They said they would be back, but they never returned.


"Cyborg? Anything?"

Back at the Tower looking up at the multiple screen before him, the mechanical man saw nothing. There was no sign of the girl. From every satellite he managed to access, there was nothing. From face recognition to thermal. Even down to finger prints. He came across nothing. She was completely off the grid. With all eyes of team out there looking, minus Raven who was still in her healing coma. Starfire took the skies for a birds eye view. Blue Beetle was sent to places she associated with. Gar was charged with finding a scent. Nightwing came right away after finding out what happened. He took to searching for his cousin in the darker areas, along with Batman. Who meticulously went over the videos in the Titans Tower that had Violet in them. Studying them. Even going to the scene, her room charred and nearly destroyed.

"...Do you sense her?"Robin looks to his left, perched on his shoulder Richie. The poor little bird's pain had finally stopped once Violet left. With him, the little bird could sense her presence should they be near enough.

But there was clearly no reaction. Nothing. Richie felt nothing. Walking through the slums of a city. Where no doubt would be considered a buffet for Violet. All the negative and depression emotions here. Death no doubt took residence here. People here where nothing but shells of them former selves. It was rather pathetic in his eyes.

The streets reek with sicking smells all merged in one. Normally he would want to hurry up out of this place, but it didn't matter about what he wanted. Right now it was about finding Violet. Finding where she is. Where she could be. The second Starfire contacted him and told him the news, he felt something drop inside. No, he felt it shatter. And it hurt. He became angry, arriving back to the Tower. Demanding what happened and accusing Gar for causing Violet's sudden disappearance. When he was more upset at himself.

When his eyes saw her destroyed room. Everything nearly melted. The flames, he could see the intensity of the flames used. Fear. rang nothing but fear. Something was unsettling Violet to have this much fear. Something was causing her pain. Something was at foul play here, ever since she started training under Raven. It wasn't that he blamed the demon girl, it was the fact he just hadn't done anything. He could see it in her eyes, even when she tired to hide it. During missions. The way she sat alone. The way she looked at everyone. And yet he just didn't do nothing.

Kicking down a molded door, he quickly looks around. Nothing. He swings his staff in frustration, breaking the weak wall that stood. Realizing he was letting his personal feelings cloud him. He drew them back and composed himself. Being upset wasn't going to allow him to think clearly. It wasn't to help in finding her.

Damian was scrubbing the floors of the monastery, the monks where in prayer now. And he was stuck with doing the floors. It would have been quite rigorous, if not for so someone humming not to far away.

Violet. She too was tasked with cleaning the floor with him. She didn't seem to mind and was less focus than himself in their chore. While he had a scowl on, she managed to have a peaceful smile. Even while the two of them where on their hands and knees. Dressed in nothing but a simple orange robe and sandals. They had only been here for three weeks, since leaving Gotham. The two of them needed to get away and figure things out for themselves. Well at least he did, she just came along saying the same thing.

It would have made no sense to force her to go back. He would rather spare himself from anguish tears and refusal. So it was best to allow her to stay. As he scrubbed away, he stops for a couple of seconds and listens closely. From Violet he heard her humming to herself. He scuffs at her attempt to provide a sense of joy to this manual labor. Turning his back, he moves further away. Grumbling to himself about how ridiculous she sounded. To hear her humming was closer. Looking up he finds her by his side. Scrubbing next to him. He was shocked. He didn't sense her coming.

"Must you hum as if this is enjoyable?"he said irritated. She didn't say anything back and just kept humming, matching his motion with scrubbing. So the two of them would be in sync.

Finding it rather annoying, he moves a bit and she follows. He moves a couple of feet away and she just follows. Her humming growing louder and louder. It was soon echoing in through the halls. Groaning to himself, he picks up the speed. Scrubbing harder and harder. Stopping when didn't hear her humming anymore. Looking up he found himself alone in one of the halls. Having been consumed by his irritation of her humming and joyful presence. He completely removed himself. Stopping, he looks down the hall to his left then to his right. It was so quiet. So empty. Not a single sound. With nothing else he picks up his washing brush and starts back up solemnly.

Spending the whole day cleaning the floors and status in the temple. He hadn't come across Violet at all. Some of their chores where the same, some of them weren't. Still they would at a least see the other in passing. But he hadn't all day. As night came and dinner was being severed in the meal hall. He still hadn't seen her. He tired not to concern himself, leaving his food nearly uneaten.

Making it back to the room, she and him shared. Finding it empty. Untouched. Only the two candles lite the room. Expecting to at least be greeted by her and Richie. Found only the bird nesting in the corner on bundled cloths. Not even the bird looked at him. Going to the single bed in the room, he lays down. Looking up. All day, he hadn't seen Violet. She wasn't here, then where could she be? Tossing and turning, with these thoughts plaguing his mind. Made him irritable and if not frustrated. Sitting up annoyed by his restless state. This girl was causing him more strife, than he needed.

If he hurt her feelings, well she was being childish for being bothered by it. Caring less, this would all pass. With that thought he closes his eyes. To open the a few hours later, turning over finding the area next to him empty. Violet hadn't come back. Sitting up and awake now.

"This is ridiculous."he groans, pinching his brow.

Getting out of bed, opening the door the room and is meet with Dalai Lama carrying in his arms fast asleep.

Violet.

Damian didn't really know what to say. All the Dalai Lama did was smile kindly at him and pass Violet over into his arms. Bidding the young boy good-night.

"I am glad your sleep will be peaceful now."The Dalai said."Good-night."

Watching him walk down the hall and leave, Damian looks back down at Violet. Her sleep seem rather restless too, he could see it. And he felt guilt behind the stoic expression. Turning back around he goes inside and shuts the door. Laying her down on her side, pulling the single cover they share back. He puts her in bed. Going to the other side, he lays to rest too. Closing his eyes, for them to open up again. She was humming in her sleep, again.

Silently sighing, he just gets comfortable, closes his eyes and smiles at ease.

Whacking down another door, Damian found nothing. Nothing but rats and roaches. Nothing, just like before when found himself alone in the halls of the monastery. He was become more frustrated as time went by, coming up empty. Last time she was found and brought back. This time, this time it didn't seem that way. Though his father was carefully looking over all the videos and information, Damian still felt like he wasn't doing anything. All the research he started to do when he began to suspect something wasn't right. There was still pieces missing.

What it was, he just didn't know. And not knowing sat bitterly within him.

"Robin? It's Batman."His father contacts him via comlink.

Pressing his ear, Robin responds."Yes.?"


You where so tired, so very tired. Everything in you hurt and screamed with agony and pain from the sins you felt. Lost in void of endless abyss. Nothing but screeches of the souls. The souls of the tainted. The souls of unfair death. Souls of many, the emotions of it all. Buried you into what seem like a grave. All you could do and see was a void of nothing. Fires of sins and of Hell itself. Your reflection, reflected back nothing. Nothing. Everything hurt, then went numb. All yourself absorbed festered inside. All the evil and sins. Misery and lost.

It had to stop. All of this just had to stop. As you laid upon the cold, dirty and filth infested ground. Completely absent, unaware of the approaching figure that managed to find you. They make their way over, reach out a hand...

"Finally.."