They were walking down the sidewalks, admiring the views of the city, pointing at different places and exploring all the corners.
Raven was following behind Nightwing, as he toured her around.
"It's been long since I've seen anything outside my room." She whispered to him monotonously. "A lot has changed since then." She spoke cautiously, hoping that nothing could trigger the evil inside of her, again.
She seemed so fascinated by the things around her, not by her expressions, but how she seemed to follow Nightwing's glances.
She still had her hood up, and Nightwing wanted to pull it down and see what she had become now. She HAD grown to be quite a beautiful lady.
They sat down at the bench in the park. "So, how are you doing?" he asked her, looking deep into her purple eyes.
"Okay." She replied coldly.
He couldn't help but smile, he remembered how she had always pushed them away, trying so hard to keep her secrets intact, when they had always wanted to come out.
She looked down and caught a glance of the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Little flowers blossomed with the growing grass. They had colors of all sorts; there were violet ones, blue ones, pink ones, white ones, and yellow ones. And beside them was a small rose bush full of red and white roses.
"Flowers…" she said. She kneeled on the path and observed the beautiful things. She picked a white rose and smelled its sweet aroma. "They are so beautiful."
In the background, a few light posts shattered. She turned around and quickly got back up on the seat, letting go of the rose.
"What are they for?" Raven asked with a tone of irritation. "We have plenty of breathable air, yet they grow worthlessly."
Nightwing smiled at what she had said. He was sure she'd always wanted to ask this before. He'd seen her once, after they defeated Dr. Light, staring at the very same flowers. "Plenty of things in this world are useless, but not completely."
"Not completely?" She rose an eyebrow conspicuously. Her eyes were longing, but her voice was monotone. She folded her hands on her lap, turning away before Nightwing could look back at her.
"Some things in this world are made to be beautiful. They just…make you happy inside. You know? Like the flowers." He examined them, remembering how beautiful Starfire had been. She was pretty useless, at times, and annoying, too. But she brought a certain sunshine, that made people change. His mind floated away to memories of her…
"I wouldn't know." She said. "I can't feel remember?"
Nightwing was taken aback by her answer, how could he bring up a topic like that. He closed his eyes, mentally scolding himself.
"Look, you can have this." He picked up the white rose she had dropped and handed it to her.
"What am I supposed to do with that?" She asked. "It's not going to be much of a help to me, and it's going to get in the way."
"It's called a souvenir Rae. Like a remembrance." He explained, picking out the thorns on the rose and placing it on her hand.
" I know what a souvenir is, Robin. I may have been stuck in that room, but I'm not oblivious like Starfire." The bitterness showed in her tone. She took the rose, put it in her cloak and walked away, but before she could go too far, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Robin…I-I'm sorry." She said, making the trash bin explode.
Starfire had been lost in time for years. Since then, the titans had broken up.
"It's all right. I'm over it. It has been a long time since that happened."
They could only hear the crickets, and the wind blowing. There was a moment of silence, which felt like eternity to the two titans.
None of them wanted to remember that day. He was persistent, she was gone, she was a demon— nothing more.
Raven closed her eyes, feeling the cold wind brush against her cheek. She opened her eyes and furrowed her brows.
"Nightwing, do you miss—" he interrupted her before she could even ask.
"C'mon. We only have one night." Nightwing suggested. "I have much to show you."