It wasn't hard to find my answer,

To cross dimensions, Klarion needed to have a physical presence. To have a physical presence, being a Lord of Chaos, he needed a host. A quick question to her disturbed companions proved her hypothesis.

She was starting to seriously dislike cats.

Once knowing what to look for, she found her evidence. Magic left its distinct mark on the physical objects and terrain around it, and chaos magic was no exception. She cast a charm that informed her of the previous acts of magic performed in the vicinity, and wasn't surprised when she found a simple transportation spell. That damned archer must've been tagged, otherwise it would have been impossible to breach Azarath's natural defenses. It's exactly how the realm had fallen; she'd been tagged from birth, and her father had simply followed the breadcrumbs. Him and a hundred-thousand Pyrons.

There was a bright side to it, though. The Lord of Chaos would be no threat to anyone for a while. Such a trip was not meant for him to make, and so he'd probably needed to sacrifice something to achieve it. It's simply how magic worked. Most mages simply sacrificed energy, but some powers required far more.

"Who does the Witch Boy work with?" -I asked aloud. Chaos entities were certainly creative, but in a world ruled by Order, there was little more than mischief that they could do by themselves.

Miss Martian crossed her arms. "How do you know about Klarion?"

I sighed. "The magical community is kind of like a small town. Everyone knows each other, even if only by reputation. A Lord of Chaos is bound to be very famous."

The martian narrowed her eyes slightly, but accepted her explanation. "Klarion used to work with The Light. He and the rest of its leaders, minus the illustrious Lex Luthor, haven't been seen in more than a year."

I frowned. "Well, they're clearly up to something. He wanted me find him, that much is clear. Question is, what for?"

Bumblebee gave me a confused shake of her head. "Back up, ghost girl. How do you know Klarion's interested in you?"

"It's only a theory. I believe he may be interested in my abilities." -I said, mildly disturbed.

"What makes you so special?" -Wonder Girl asked, though there was no bite to her question.

I pursed my lips. "Well, there have been people of my kind before. Just never children of Trigon. I can do things that no one else can, to the best of my knowledge."

"Like…?" -asked Batgirl.

"I imagine it's my ability to cross dimensions that is of interest to him and his...companions." -I surmised.

Batgirl scoffed. "Fragile allies, more like. They showed their true colors the last time."

I should probably ask about that, but now was not the time. "We'll return, see what the League thinks of this." -I said, nodding at the flailing torso.

The others nodded, bracing as my energy enveloped us.

It took some convincing, carting the undead around.

"No, it's not contagious. That's not how 'zombies' actually work, outside of movies." -I said, annoyed, at the young man in the blue armor, currently poised to deliver some kind of blast from his arm cannon.

"Lady, ese wey está muerto. I don't care about the mechanics, it's just not right." -he said.

I grit my teeth, ready to grudgingly shield the undead, but Miss Martian stepped in between us. "Jaime, stand down. I know you're anxious. We all are, but we need information, and this thing is the only source we've currently got."

The Blue Beetle -wasn't that the guy who supported the Reach?- narrowed his eyes, but complied, the cannon morphing back into the shape of a hand. "Fine. Pero si empiezan a morder, I'm shootin'."

He left the room, leaving us to our business. In my haste to return us to the Watchtower, I'd opened the portal directly inside the Team's quarters, causing a minor panic. The situation had been fairly easily resolved, but this Jaime kid was apparently particularly scared of zombies, because he refused to back down, until now.

"So, what's next? -Batgirl asked me.

I raised an eyebrow, but thought about it. "You should have one of your magic users try to get everything they can from the undead. Meanwhile, I'll work on tracking Klarion."

"Tomorrow." -said a familiar gravely voice.

Batman was standing in the doorway, wreathed in his black cape. "A word, Raven." -he said, then turned to walk away.

I looked at my recent companions, who simply nodded in the Dark Knight's direction. I guess you couldn't just ignore the Batman.

He was standing in a hallway with a view, which was filled with the blue hue of the Earth below.

"Your former teammate made it. Mr. Logan will likely make a swift recovery thanks to his unstable genes." -he said, looking out into the void.

A knot in my stomach that I hadn't quite noticed loosened. I felt genuine relief. "Thank you for telling me."

He barely acknowledged my gratitude. "I know all about loss, Miss Roth, as I'm sure you are aware. I'm glad that we could help prevent another one for you."

I nodded. "Will I be able to see him?"

"Shortly, yes. I have some questions first."

His tone told me to sit tight. Then again, it was hard to gauge from his artificially modified voice.

He turned to me, the blue irises I knew were behind the white lenses locking with my violet orbs. "When did you last see or hear from Nightwing?"

I thought about it. "Almost a year ago. Opening day for the White Raven, he visited in civilian attire, wished me luck and complimented my decor."

He thought about it for a second. "Nothing since?"

I shook my head. "He asked me not to contact him unless it was urgent. Said he was busy with an op."

Batman narrowed his eyes, testing me, which I found annoying. I was telling the truth.

"Trigon, is he defeated?" -he asked curtly.

The gratitude was rapidly evaporating. "I scattered his essence across thousands of different dimensions. It took him ten thousand years to find his way out of one. As far as immortal creatures go, he's about as dead as he can be."

Ultimately, he seemed satisfied. "Understood. You may visit Mr. Logan at your leisure, but do not wander around. You are here as my guest. Do not give the rest of the League motive to question my decision."

He then left, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the world beneath my feet.

I broke down, when I saw Garfield. Not in the sense of uncontrollable bawling, agonized cries, or tortured wails, but rather in that I didn't have the will to shut him out any longer. I'd almost lost him, and though he might not have been my love anymore, he was still my friend.

He was lying there, with half-lidded eyes, groggily chatting with Cyborg, who looked a little tired, but happy to be with Garfield again.

"I feel like you're about to bicker over the remote again." -I said amusedly.

The green man chuckled. "I don't know that they get any reception up here, Rae."

I let the nickname thing go. I knew he did it on purpose. "That's unfortunate. Stuck with us for entertainment."

Cyborg looked offended. "I'll have you know, the Flash himself has named me heir to his humor."

Beast Boy scoffed. "Bunch of stuck up heroes you hang out with, I'm not surprised; he was probably getting desperate."

Cyborg, though still miffed, conceded the point. I shook my head. "It's certainly a tough crowd."

Garfield cocked his head slightly, fighting off the drowsiness already. "They threaten you, or something?"

I scowled. "Cool it with the overprotectiveness. I can handle myself, remember?"

He blushed green. "Right. Sorry, Rae."

"Anyway. No threats yet. Besides the standing one from Doctor Fate, I suppose. I am not well liked here, that much is certain." -I grudgingly admitted.

Cy pursed his lips. "It's just jealousy and fear, Raven. They have an idea of what you can do, the power you wield...but they don't know you." -he winked reassuringly.

I gave him a sad smiled. "I'm surprised you'd talk about your fellow heroes like that. At this point, I'm not sure I know myself. I had hoped not to have to return to...this." -I said, gesturing at my concealed body.

Gar winced. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry about that. You were the closest help I could think of." -he said apologetically, then brightened up. "Costume suits you, though."

I rolled my eyes. "Haven't you heard? Costumes aren't acceptable anymore. This is a lightly armored uniform." -I said, then shook my head. "I'm a half-demon. There are maybe four beings on Earth who can actually kill me, and three of them are part of the League."

Gar tapped his chest. "Brag about it. Some of us are just slightly stranger than the average human."

I gave his chest a melancholic look. "So, why was I the closest help? California and Washington State are a ways away."

He lifted the covers then pushed them away. His body was covered in healing bruises, cuts, scrapes, and burns, despite the extensive medical treatment he'd received during our warped hours within Azarath. Different time flow and all that. He pointed to a particularly awful burn at his side. "Well, I was looking for...Cadmus leads, in Seattle. One of Robin's files made passing mention of it. Turns out, there was nothing of note. Except, of course, for you."

"The assassins must've thought so, too, because they were trying to ambush you. You were too visible, so they were taking their time. I decided I could take on a former sidekick and two assassins by myself. I guess that's just how rusty I am, that they beat the crud out of me. I tried to lead them to the forest, get them in my element, y'know? They gave zero fricks. You know that weird cannon thing Arsenal has in his robo-hand? Well, I'm lucky it's not some kind of disintegration beam, because wow, the man has good aim. It burns, and it hits like a truck, which is how I ended up with busted ribs at your place. I thought I'd lost them back at the forest, which is why I didn't immediately tell you to run. Clearly, I was pretty wrong."

I frowned. "It didn't seem like they were after me, when I..talked with them."

He hummed. "What did Speedy say?"

"He wanted me out of the way. Asked what you'd ever done for me, if my life was worth yours, that kind of stuff." -I said.

Garfield raised an eyebrow. "I guess they were trying to get you to lower your guard?"

"Or maybe Raven wasn't actually the target." -pointed out Cyborg.

"Why would they be staking out her house, then?" -Garfield asked.

I shook my head. "Maybe there was something in my home they wanted, or nearby."

Cyborg crossed his arms. "It's worth a look. Unless that zombie of yours turns out to have useful intel, Dick's lead is still the only one we've got."

I nodded, while Gar just looked at me, dumbfounded. "What the heck does he mean, zombie?"

That got a smirk out of me. "Rest up and heal, and I'll tell you on the way."

"So."

Jaime Reyes lowered the comic book he was reading, only to find the speedster who'd inherited the mantle of Kid Flash. "Qué rollo, Bart?"

The young hero gave him a knowing grin. "Seems like you had a run-in with the witch."

Jaime scowled. "Her and her dead ninja, yeah."

"Caused a little bit of a scene."

The Blue Beetle huffed. "Well, what the heck did she expect? Portal into the Watchtower, toss a flippin' zombie at our faces…it freaked the Scarab out, went into full defense mode instantly.

"I meant that you caused a scene, but whatevs. Why did it freak out?" -Bart asked.

Jaime pursed his lips. "He doesn't like magic, de por sí, but this chick is, like, magic central, hermano. Plus, she seems a little...I don't know, off. And she's a killer, from what I gather. Since when do we partner up with killers?"

Bart shrugged. "I don't know, Blue. We obviously don't have the full story, but I can tell you, she's gone through a lot."

"Why?"

The speedster sighed. "I know of her, from my timeline. She was one of the big guns of the resistance, but she died before I was born. And I've read up on her situation here. Big file. The League kind of hates her."

"Do you think it might be because she's basically the anti-Christ and brought forth the Apocalypse?" -Jaime asked sarcastically.

Bart crossed his arms. "Dude, no one chooses their parents. Just ask Aqualad. As for the rest, though, I guess we'd have to hear her side of the story before judging."

"She's still freaky." -Jaime said, stubbornly.

The speedster raised an eyebrow. "Uh...I don't know if you've noticed, but freaky is kind of our entire deal."

Blue Beetle shrugged. "Sure, pero ella...I can't put my finger on it, man, but I feel like we gotta watch out."

Kid Flash conceded the point. "True. Just...try not to antagonize her. If she could reverse the Apocalypse, who knows what else she can do."

"I want the witch's head, Batman."

Green Arrow was mad. Not only had the woman beat up Roy, she'd lost track of him in her own personal dimension? Oliver Queen didn't get by on luck. He was a pretty smart man, and he did not believe in coincidences. He was also, admittedly, rather hot-headed.

"Raven is not to be touched, so long as I say so. She is a wild card, and we should do anything in our power not to provoke her." -the Dark Knight replied.

Arrow scoffed. "So, what, we're just catering to murderers, now?"

Batman narrowed his eyes. "Raven may be a killer, but her actions were committed in self-defense. There's a difference."

"Is there? She's powerful, Bruce. She could've held back, only injure them. She chose not to." -the archer pointed out.

The Caped Crusader crossed his arms. "Her feelings for the Changeling affected the situation. She is an empath, and her powers are largely influenced by her mood. She let her judgement get clouded by emotion." -he surmised, then he stared directly at Queen's eyes. "Which is exactly what you're doing."

Green Arrow recoiled like he'd been slapped. "You don't get to pull that card, Bruce. Sure, you say that, now, but if it was Dick, instead of Roy? You'd be tearing the witch a new one, grilling her for every last scrap of information. Screw this, you hypocrite. I'm gonna find Roy myself. Make sure she's not in my way."

With that, the Green Arrow stormed out of the Council room, leaving a fuming Batman to figure out the next move.