A/N: ...er...sorry. And enjoy.
Previous Chapter:
He hoped Raven was with the Reaper, and the Reaper within short distance of Eric. He had what he hoped was a weapon to defeat the Reaper now, and if Eric managed to follow with the Reaper's defeat, then it was fuckin' fine with him. He swallowed the bitter black coffee and took a bite of the small bran muffin he had picked. He had some energy for what he had prepared to do tonight, and the sense of nausea seemed to leave him all together.
He loosely wondered how the others fared. He knew they'd be fine. He just hoped they hadn't had gotten word of their predicament. He well knew he didn't want to involve any more people.
The gleam of the finally falling sun reflected off of the gun.
Chapter Fifteen: Over the Edge
Flashback
"I have to say, I was surprised to get a call from you, Robin." Gordon looked up, his head already being overtaken by prematurely stress-endured gray hair. The teen hero associated with the Dark Knight looked him square in the eye and Gordon couldn't help but notice that they seemed so alike, despite the obvious costume differences. Robin remained silent as Gordon finally settled in his desk and leaned back as casually as he could in his computer chair.
"I'm calling in a favor." Gordon blinked. Once. Twice.
"A favor?"
"Yes." Robin stepped forward and allowed his cape to slip off of his growing shoulders and his green glove plopped a file on Gordon's desk. The police officer gave the hero a glance before his glassed eyes peered down at the file. Withered hands pried the small file open. A black and white photograph of a man was on the file's left side and data sheet and records on its right.
"Who is this?"
"Eric Buscema."
"Who is he?" Gordon looked up. Robin's face was emotionless.
"The favor is this," Instead, the multi-colored hero set his jaw straight and allowed his cape to encase his shoulder. "This is man is a priority to me. Anything of him, associations with or to him, alert me." Swiftly, he turned to his right and walked to the window on Gordon's left.
"And what will I find when I look for this Eric?" Robin stopped.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" Robin gave him a side glance over his shoulder.
"This is off the records, Gordon. He doesn't know." In the blink of an eye, Robin pulled open the blinds off of the window and slipped into another fathomless black night in Gotham.
End Flashback
The secretary at the Westwood looked up from her files in front of her. It was almost time to go home. Just thirty more minutes and –
She paused as she caught sight of a guy she was sure she hadn't seen around the building before. He carefully streaked pass the grassy and elegantly made up lawns of the building and towards its side, probably just using the lawns as a shortcut to be on his way. The guy was handsome. Supermodel handsome, with dark hair and baby blues she'd only seen in Photoshop-ed images. And –
Suddenly, her body slumped forward, dead, in her seat behind the desk.
Not a moment later, the formally dead body righted itself up and wiped the shocked expression from her face. Iris-less black eyes reflected the lobby's lights eerily. A manicured hand reached for the phone and pressed the extension 637. She raised the receiver to her lips.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Lucia, the receptionist at the Lobby, Mr. Buscema."
"What?"
"Your V.I.P. has arrived." There was a pause from the other end.
Suddenly, the fire alarm went off.
"And that would be him. Should I go in search for him?"
"No. Leave him to me."
"Right, sir. Have a nice day." Lucia smiled and placed the receiver back on the phone. Instantly, the body slumped fully over the desk as people began to file out of the building.
Robin watched as worker after worker walked hurriedly out of the building. In less than five minutes, the local fire department would react to the call and rush to the building.
In normal instances.
This emergency, however, was rigged to only alarm the workers. No fire department knew of this faked fire. Giving the crowd outside of the building a last glance, he slipped inside the building, the night serving as his best camouflage.
The water system was doing its job, soaking everything below the nuzzles on the ceiling. Puddles were already forming. His boots squeaked on the wet tiles of the building. Rushing through a mental image of the building's blueprints, he sneaked across the hall he was in to a stairway that led ten levels below Eric.
"You!" Robin froze. Slowly he rose from his crouching position near the wall. He slowly rotated. A brown haired man in a soaked brown suit with an ugly mustard yellow shirt shielded his eyes from the free shower the building was providing. "The Exit's this way!" Robin's shoulders relaxed and he blew out some water that had slipped into his mouth.
"Thanks!" Without another glance, the "good Samaritan" slipped into the doors Robin had just vacated. Robin dropped the smile he had sent the man's way and continued down the hall.
Suddenly, a deafening screech resounded through the hall, causing the pooling water at his feet to rise up against the walls. Robin threw himself down as the screech's aftermath caused glass to fly every which way. Not a second after the glass stopped raining down on him, did he hear footsteps in the pooling water of the hall.
Steadily he rose.
"I imagined you a lot taller, you know." Robin slowly rotated to face a office worker, a postal office man and a middle aged female executive, staring him down with bottomless black eyes.
"You're one to talk," he deflected. The office worker smiled cruelly, his balding head and mustache contrasting the malice the "meat puppet" held in.
"Nice touch in the fire alarm. Always looking out for others, aren't you, Robin?" They were baiting him, he knew. Even the way the woman had worded the question, and had veered to the side of the other two, to allow him a greater chance at attacking her. But he wasn't biting.
"I presume your boss is here, in the building."
"And his guest, I believe you know her," the post office man, replied, pulling off the satchel of wet mail many recipients wouldn't be getting any time soon. The far away question of what a post office man would be doing this late working, crossed Robin's mind but he shook it away.
"Where?"
"Why would we tell you?" the woman countered. "It would make it easier for you and that just wouldn't be fun."
"Fun? You want fun?"
"Yes, it would be a shame if we just killed you without having fun with you first."
And without a warning, the woman launched herself at him. Robin easily deflected her small body, allowing them both to go down, and him bouncing her off of him backwards. She landed somewhere at a distance behind him.
Not allowing the Titan a moment's rest, the post office man charged forward, practically foaming at the mouth. Robin turned, slipped out his bow-staff out of the sleeve of his leather jacket, and rotated with the intended right hook of the demon-possessed man. Now behind him, the staff contacted with the man's back, knocking him against the wall.
The remaining man roared, inhumanly, and thrust forward gust of what appeared energy. The ferocity of the invisible attack caused the water on the floor to rise after the projectiles, and allowed Robin to duck away just in time. The man didn't waste time and attacked again, following the Titan down the hall. Calculating his next attack to come from the right, Robin ducked, in mid roll pulled out small disks from his pocket, and threw them behind him.
On impact, the disks erupted into blinding white light.
He heard screeching coming from the demons and took advantage to slip into the door leading onward, knowing the bright light would only detain them for so long. His shortness of breath echoed loudly in the stairway. He glanced up, blinking away the water that still showered the building.
Eric's floor was only a few floors away.
Robin slipped out his grappling hook and fired, aim hitting true. Immediately, the steel cable line shot up him upwards.
But he didn't get far.
Suddenly, doors opened on different floors and demon-possessed employees charged at him, hissing animalistically.
"Gah!" A large man managed to hook onto him, throwing him off of the gun's handle. They began to fall, as more demons jumped onto them. Hands grasped at his shirt and clothing. A manicured hand managed to rip the shirt, revealing his hiding uniform. Robin deflected hands reaching for his face, and the heels of his boots dug into bodies as fast as he could.
With a split second decision, he turned and allowed his falling weight to act against his opponents. While twisting and turning, the large group hit and flew of persons by persons when hitting the rails. All the while, Robin kept count of the floors. They wouldn't serve much of a cushion for falling several floors down. 13th floor...11th...9th...
With a roar, he turned a hard right, receiving a good punch in the face, and the falling heap of people fell against the rails on the 8th floor, Robin in mids the throng of demons. He didn't allow himself the indulgence of fully getting his orientation back.
"Get off!" he yelled, kicking off him a small man. The Titan leader bounced back onto his feet and swirled. Somehow the demons' pitch black eyes glowed in the dark staircase.
"You won't be able to save her, you know."
"She's gone."
"And that'll leave us with plenty playmates."
"Cop-playmates."
"Sorry. I don't think they," He deflected a hit, "They like to play your games."
"Pity."
"We love them." From behind, the man he had thrown off, jumped onto Robin's back and bit his shoulder. With a growl, Robin threw back his head and the demon's neck snapped loudly. The body fell limply, with a sickening crunch.
"You killed a man."
"You'll go to Hell."
"Not so heroic-"
"-Are you?"
"He wasn't a man. Humans ...don't survive demon possession." Several foaming mouths, with human teeth that had began to sharpen, hissed sharply at him, remaining huddled in a crowd before him. The water system had shut off. Water eerily tinkled down the walls and created extra echoes bouncing onto the metal rails. Hands began to scratch at the air before him. More hissing. One screeched in the back. He knew what was happening. They were going to disorient him. He'd experienced it before. The Reaper had done it in the recluse back at Trinity. Mentally, he shook his head.
"What's the matter, Robin?"
"Feeling a little, tipsy?"
"Too bad you can't fly, little bird."
"Skaa-Skaa, said the dead bird."
Allowing a sadistic smile to grace his face, he slipped his hand into the belt peeking through his ripped civilian clothing and pulled out a hidden gadget.
Immediately on impact, the staircase was filled the same blinding light as before but more of them.
Screams, both human and non, echoed loudly up the steel walls. Robin did his best to ignore them. Residing on his trained acrobatic skills, he hung from his hand from a rail above him, and nimbly rotated upright, feet up on top, and allowed his weight to bring him into safety over the railing and onto the floor touching the 9th door, his boots echoing loudly on the floor. In lightning speed, he pulled out another grappling hook and shot.
His jacket fell as the "costume" began to come off.
Raven opened her eyes.
"Robin?" she mouthed. And almost instantly regretted it. Really, had she relied on her leader to so much as to need his presence to be comforted? Her jaw hardened and blindly, for she was in a dark room, pushed herself up.
She had battled the Reaper...hadn't she? On her knees, she tried to make out what was inside of the room as her eyes adjusted. Yes, she had. She had lost control, he had tied her up and had delved into her mind.
At the memory, she placed her hands to her head. Still intact. A breath escaped her lips.
'You're becoming more of a liability, than assistance on this mission,' came the nasty thought. Not them. She closed her eyes. Not them now. She didn't need to deal with her emotions right now. 'And now, not only does Robin have to look out for you, but as well the Gotham Police.'
"He was after me," she argued, and feeling not completely stupid. Unlike other people, she wasn't arguing with herself. These were actual embodiments of her being. Technically, people. "The Reaper was after me. Whether...whether Robin had elected me to accompany him on this mission, The Reaper would have found me." She stood on her legs, unsteady. "And who knows, the others could have been in my situation."
'Better them than us.'
"Never!" She snapped. Then sighed. "Never them." She shook her head and took a few steps forward. The ground seemed solid enough. Slowly, she could make out the dim glow of a door. Some flash of relief sped through her. Her hand felt around and finally came in contact with a cold knob.
She turned the handle.
Instantly, showers of cold water rushed down on her person. Raven looked around herself.
She was in an office building?
'Not much for originality when it comes to hideouts.'
"Silence. ...Azarath Metrion Zinthos...Azarath Metrion Zinthos...Azarath," Slowly, she felt more in control of herself and her back straightened. She peered around. She was soaked. And not just from the recent shower. But she hadn't noticed it before, when she was lying down, she was practically lying down in a puddle. Something had tripped the fire alarm. Something like a memory sped down her spine.
A sensation she was beginning to become – unwontedly – familiar with.
"Robin." She looked down to the left, and walked into the halls.
Giving the unbudging door another shove, Robin fell through into the 23rd floor, cape encasing his shoulders. His civilian clothes were long gone. He had needed them to keep low for a while. His costume color-coordination, served more as a target at times than anything else, and he wanted to bide his time during the day, to prepare.
More or less.
Blinking away the distracting thoughts, he turned and walked as noiselessly as possible. He froze. He could make out distinct footsteps. Light. Almost noiseless...as his own.
His head snapped upwards as the lights above him flickered. Soon, they flickered off all together.
However, the next hall over, the lights remained on. He slipped further down, almost to the point of lying down.
A shadow had been cast feet from around the corner. His gloved hand fingered his bird-a-rang. In sync, the shadow stopped moving as his hand grasped the device. His waited.
Suddenly, screeching yell resonated in his head. With a silent scream, Robin instinctively turned from the source of the noise around the corner. And almost in a blink of an eye, his opponent pummeled him to the ground. He rolled with the hit, and pushed back, somersaulting a foot away.
"Argh!" He deflected a hit, almost blinded by the initial sudden telepathic attack. He fell back, onto moist carpet and instinctively, he twisted his feet, intertwining them with his opponent with intent of pushing them back off of balance but ended up bringing the body down on himself.
"Ah!"
And suddenly, his attacker went silent. The assault on his mind decreased exponentially. His masked eyes squeezed open.
And stared into a pair of almost impossible amethyst eyes.
"Raven?"
"Robin. What...are you doing here?" Wet tresses framed her pale face as she looked around them, hands splattered onto his chest. His gloved hands grasped the space behind her elbows and propped himself up a bit.
"Raven, are you alright?" his brow creased his worry. The Titan's attention returned to him.
"I'm fine." Blinking, she applied pressure on his chest, and pushed herself up. With an extended hand, she helped him up. "What's going on? What happened?"
"The Reaper took you, Rae. Eric took the others," he ran a hand through his wet hair. "You know where we are?"
"...Gotham."
"Right."
"Have you gotten in touch with the others?"
"No. They don't know anything yet."
"So, I'm guessing this is one of Eric's business places." Robin's jaw steeled and he looked around himself. The hallways were dark. The lights didn't seem to want to work. And it didn't help that it was dark outside.
"Yes. I followed him all the way from Trinity. I've lost track of Gordon and the others but I don't think they're too far away from the Reaper himself." He paused. "The building's been evacuated by the fire alarm I set off. But I guess I wasn't quick enough." He licked his lips. "The building's demon infested. Those who didn't get out in time, are demon possessed. So...a lost cause."
"That I know of. Where are they?"
"In the stairway," he pointed behind her, his arm leveled with her shoulder. "They don't seem too keen of the idea of bright direct light."
"I don't think anyone does," she quipped under her breath and some sort of worry eased from his chest. If she was snapping at him for his 'ridiculous' comments, then that meant she was fine. With that his mask wrinkled in concern.
"How did you escape the Reaper unscathed?" She turned from viewing the stairway. She sighed.
"I don't know. Once I awoke, from being taken from the room in Trinity, I was in a dark room. And -"
"Trinity. Raven, how did he take you from Trinity?" She glared at him.
"He caught me off guard."
"How?"
"Look, Robin. He did. He disguised himself as someone I trusted."
"Me?"
"No. Someone much better looking," she lied. He fixed her with raised brow. "Anyway, he... knocked me unconscious. I awoke in another room and he tried to attack my subconscious. He beat me. Once. And I awoke with him assaulting my mind again."
More and more, as she progressed, she saw Robin's face darken. Something stirred within herself but she chose to ignore it. "And now, I awoke in a room in this building. Soaked through." Robin looked away, huffing a breath underneath his breath.
"And you swear you're fine?"
"I realize I'm becoming more of a liability, Robin-"
"That's not what I meant, Raven. You know that. Jesus, look. I've been looking for you, ok? So..." He gave a small sudden exasperated growl. "Never mind. We need to find Eric. He'll take us to the Reaper." He pulled back his cape and pulled out the gun.
"What's that?"
"A weapon. Against the Reaper." Raven took a step back as he pulled the gun and showed it to her.
"Where did you find it?"
"I got it from a source. A reliable source. Reliable, for what's it's worth. But that's beside the point." He raised it and stared her in the eyes. "It can destroy the Reaper. And I'm betting it will take down Eric as well."
"That will be killing him again." Slowly, it dawned on her how she had unintentionally reminded him of this. Of his belief that he had killed Eric in the first place.
"He's not human anymore, Raven." And his tone, was that of an eerie acceptance of the fact, that it scared her. A bit.
"Right."
"Come on. We're wasting time. We need to get moving. Eric's floor is two floors above us. And he-"
Suddenly, black energy threw him back. He landed loudly against the wall. His head snapped up.
"What the hell?!"
"Robin. Get away," his eyes widened as he saw the dawning look upon her face. Hands snaked up and grasped her head. She blinked rapidly. Slowly, he rose.
"Rae? Raven. What's going on?"
"He-He, he's inside. He's inside my head!" Black energy reached out for him again, causing him to crawl backward, on his hands and legs. With a grunt, she retracted the energy as much as she looked like she could. Not peeling his eyes off of her, he rose again.
"The Reaper?"
"Yes. He knows. He knows of the gun. Ah...he knows." With a shake of her head, the lights built into the ceiling were pulled down, causing sparks to fly down in their wake. He shielded himself from the sparks.
"Rae? Rae, listen to me. He can't control you. He's nothing compared to your father. He was a part of you – " he jumped out of the way as framed pictures on the halls flew off. "Listen! The Reaper can't control you. Fight it, Rae. You can do it."
"Why don't you go and preach your self righteous pitch somewhere else?"
Robin froze.
From Raven's mouth, came the Reaper's voice. She still held her head. Her shoulders still quaked. Raven was still in there. She hadn't lost.
"Let her go!."
"Or what, you will shoot at me? Not while I'm in the body of your lover." Robin ignored the sudden sickening way the words struck a cord in him.
"Shut up. Release her." Raven shook her head, an evil smile sneaking onto her face, still looking down at the soaking carpet.
"I think not." A growl escaped Robin's lips, while the material of the gun creaked at the sudden applied pressure his fist caused.
"Raven-"
"She's not here at the moment, my dear boy-"
"Listen to me. This shit-head isn't anything. He's worthless. He's caused so much harm...to the both of us. Fight him. You can do this. Please. Shut him out. I'm right here," he extended a hand, "I'm right here. Come on Raven." Slowly, he could see, the smile begin to waver from Raven's face. "Come on, Rae."
"Stop...it..." a shiver of relief sped down Robin's spin. That had been Raven.
His relief was short lived however, as Raven's eyes widened and she bit her lips, pushing strongly against her own temples.
Robin's eyes widened as a sudden headache attacked his head.
No, not this again.
One knee gave in and he fell. Grinding his teeth, he rose his head back to Raven.
"Raven!"
"Leave ...him...alone!" "Leave her alone!"
"How charming! Two tragic lovers on the verge of death."
"Raven! I'm right-argh! I'm right here!"
"R-Robin..."
Suddenly, Raven stopped moving altogether. As his body had tensed to handle the mental attack, it evacuated his body in a blink of an eye, making his tense body collapse. The Titans' leader pushed his upper body up. Making him stare wide-eyed. Raven's eyes had gone red. Her demon self wanted to emerge forth.
"Raven?"
"Yes...beckon it forward. Yes, feel the delicious power run through your veins again. Yes! Revel in the power of your heritage-!"
Suddenly, Raven smiled evilly.
"What's the matter, Reaper? Could not handle what you beseech to be yours?" a raspy voiced Raven whispered harshly, holding her head in between flat palms. Robin looked desperately on. He felt helpless. There was no way he could help her. And it was tearing him apart. A chocking sound emitted from Raven throat but she didn't seem to be in distress. In fact, she seemed be getting more and more in control. Robin took a step forward.
"Y-you-!"
"Good...bye..."
Suddenly, black miasma seemed to flood out of every pore of Raven's body, and into the vast hallway. Instinctively, Robin threw himself to the floor, the murky clouds of unnatural origins passing swiftly over him. Wind emitted from the essence itself, began to howl and throw stuff into the air. Robin gritted his teeth together. He couldn't shoot the Reaper now. Not when he was all over the place.
"Raven?!" He shouted, his voice drowned by the screeching of the wind.
Suddenly, far behind him, the glass of the window at the end of the hall broke.
"Robin."
Robin's eyes widened. Swiftly he turned, the wind forcing him still down onto the floor.
"Eric." Eric smiled, the shine of his sweat gleamed in the dimly lit hall. The wind howled around them, sweeping Eric's white hair allover his face, though his black eyes did not waver. Steeling his jaw, Robin followed suit. His booted legs wavered slightly at the ferocity of the wind. But he managed.
"I guess I have to thank you for killing me in the first place, Richard. Had it not been for you chasing me into that factory and making me fall to my death – "
"...shut up."
"No, really." Eric's eyes gleamed, and the older man raised a hand to hold onto the opposite appendage's bicep. Robin studied him. He seemed in pain. Though the evil in his eyes did not show it. He swallowed. His reincarnated evil self was the only thing keeping him together. "I know you accuse me of tormenting your mother, your parents for their pathetic last few years and ..I believe you are right. I did torture them. I shot at your mother. Though, it hurt me to have done so. I really did love her you know."
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
"I did. .....Had I not died in the first place, I wouldn't have become what I am today." He smiled darkly, any flicker of human remorse gone in a flash. "So thank you, Robin. For making me more powerful. I thank you for making me -"
"-A puppet to the plot of this ...this jackass?" Robin's gloved hand waved at the dark air around them, whipping their hair every which way. Eric glared.
"I am not a puppet!"
"Oh? What then? What should I call you?" Robin regripped the gun in his hand, "He resuscitates you to lure me, so that he can get to Raven? I dunno, that sounds to me like you're just a pawn to his plan."
"No, you've got it wrong," Eric snapped and released his supposedly hurting arm. The hurting arm raised itself up and cloaked items in the mist shot at Robin. Somersaulting backwards, the items kept attacking the former acrobat. Out of the corner of his eye, Robin suddenly caught sight of a bare arm, a feminine arm.
'Rae-!'
A flying table caught him off guard, knocking him sideways and against a wall, the gun flying out of his grasp.
"I could give you anything you ever wanted!" The voice screamed at her. All Raven could see was red. Her skin felt alive, it felt on fire. But she had to keep in control. Delving too much into her demonic half could be disastrous. She could end up hurting Robin. "I could give you him. I could make him love you, dear one! I could make him-"
"Silence, Reaper."
"Denial won't save you, child. You know you cannot escape me. I've been inside your head."
"I don't need you to go away. In fact, I need you in front of me, you pathetic fool." Raven allowed a sharp toothed smile to spread on her face, "I need you here so that I can kill you."
"You see?" the Reaper ignored her statement, though the ferocity of the wind increased, "You can't deny that urge to kill. Albeit, it would be pointless when it came to dealing with my personal death. Child, I am death!"
"No. You are one of a billion other unworldly entities that thing that they can come upon earth and do with the lives of humans as they please. No, you are wrong. Death is all powerful and you," the trademark of Trigon, the hereditary four eyes appeared on Raven's normally placid face, "Aren't powerful if a small child has defeated you!"
With her soul escaping, it swerved wildly around the room, its screech competing with that of the wind.
'Rae?!'
Raven turned sharply around. That voice...
"Robin!?" Her soul cried, turning in the hall, feeling enclosed in such a small place, and clawed, scratched with a goal to maim all around it. The air howled and sharply jerked the hall's occupants around.
"Raven?!"
"Robin!" Eric appeared in the peripheral vision of Raven. With a snarl, her soul self swerved and aimed for the body of the formally human Eric.
Suddenly, the black miasma pulled, sharply and dove into the Soul, splitting it apart. Raven gave a sharp cry, her arms involuntarily grasping her body. She heard Robin cry out. A sound of metal hitting metal.
Then a bright flash of light.
Eric's scream. Arms grasping her.
Opening her eyes – not knowing she had closed them – she looked up into the fierce gaze of Robin.
"Raven!"
"...Ro..."
"I've got you!"
"She's mine!" The miasma formed, swerving in its own self, and aimed at Robin. He was knocked from under her, making her smack into the floors harshly.
"Robin!"
"Raven!"
"Her Soul Is Mine!" The air screeched around them, swerving, circling around Robin. Robin felt physical blows to his body, unable to deflect most.
"Rob-"
"Raven, don't -"
"Silence!"
The bodiless Reaper sharply pulled the rotating body of the Titan's leader from the hall and towards the end of the hall.
He rotated, up, down, sideways. Robin lost track of up and down.
'ROBIN!'
'RAVEN!!'
Raven's body crumbled unto herself. No. No. This couldn't – Her body. It had too much damage. Her soul was injured. She -
Eric groaned behind her. Her head rotated towards him. Robin's titanium bo's staff protruded from Eric's chest. Dark blood poured out of Eric's mouth and the wound itself. His face seemed slightly scorched. His hands held Robin's cape.
Her eyes lost their focus but her subconscious egged her to keep her sane.
She refocused her eyes.
Staring at her right in her face, gleamed the gun.
Her broken hand reached for it.
"NO!" A force pushed her back, up into the air, and towards the end of the hall. She landed with an audible crunch, coming from her lower body. A chocked sound escaped her throat.
And her hand grasped the gun tighter. She had it.
"NO!"
Without heading to the outcries of Eric, Raven's body spooned into itself, in attempt to right itself up.
Red stains hit her face.
Robin's blood rained down on her. With wide eyes, she compelled herself to look up.
His face was becoming unrecognizable. His skin becoming purple from the blows. His uniform maintaining in tack by the last few minuscule stitches. His arm – the right one – was dislocated and flung uselessly in the sphere of blows the Reaper had him in. A deep gash decorated his side.
Raven blinked and raised her arm.
"NOOO!"
Another blast from Eric. This time, it knocked her closer to the open window. She regripped the gun.
'...do it...'
His voice entered her head. She blinked again.
And fired.
It all happened too fast:
The bullet pierced the holographic like sphere of malevolence that was the bodiless Reaper.
The bullet pierced Robin.
Eric's inhuman yell echoed out in the hall.
The miasma flung Robin.
Robin's body flew out of the window.
A cry escaped Raven's lips.
And with an agonized cry, her battered soul self encased her and roamed out of the window as well.
His body raced downward ahead of her.
Her arm – a soul wing – reached for his body.
They rotated in the air.
People cried out in the street below.
Her arm aimed closer.
An ear shattering bellow sounded above her.
The building's glass window's shattered.
Her arm touched his leg.
Tears managed to leak from her eyes.
Her soul self enclosed them both.
It fazed them through the concrete street.
And into the dark depths of the sewers.
Then darkness.
A/N: Um....