A/N: hey guys! Sorry it took a while, I'm quite busy right now. Anyway I just wrote this, I didn't double check it, so tell me if you spot some mistakes. I was quite stuck with this chapter, and i am not happy with it. But still, another filler one, sorry guys! Please leave a review :) they really encourage me to keep on writing! Thanks to Xaphrin and Ophelia'song for reviewing, they are two writers I personally really like :) Emmi30307 I couldn't set the cat on fire... but the cat is back! Thanks again to everyone who reviewed last chapter: PonySerasVictoria, Daniratoe, E, Nano1012, Psychic Soul, and obviously Emmi30307, Xaphrin and Ophelia

Nightwing sat on an osier chair on Raven's balcony. It was late, and she still wasn't back. He looked for the fifth time during the last minutes at his communicator; waiting for any sign of her, staring blankly at the device's black screen. He was already fully dressed in his costume, even his mask was on, just in case she called. It was almost 4 a.m. and she had left almost two hours ago. He sighed. He decided he would wait half an hour more, and if she wasn't back by then, he was going after her, even though she would kill him for disobeying her. He lifted a cup of coffee that was resting on a modest glass table next to him. He sipped the black liquid quietly, staring at the city ahead of him, the cool summer breeze ruffling his hair. His gaze drifted towards the balcony that was next to Raven's: John's. It was full of plants; each carefully arranged in a separate flower pot, the sliding door was slightly opened although the lights were out.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Cleo, the empath's cat, meowing irksomely as she paced along the balcony. His mouth fell open as he saw the graceful black creature jump towards the railing of the balcony. He stood trying to grab the cat but it only scared her and so the cat jumped gracefully again towards John's balcony. Once she had landed on the neighbour's property she stared back at him, defiantly.

"Argh, Raven's going to kill me," he mumbled as he eyed the cat menacingly.

He tried everything he could to convey the cat's attention, but she just sat there and licked herself. He face-palmed himself, exasperated. He approached the railing and saw that the distance that separated each balcony was about 40 inches. He exhaled as he carefully climbed the railing, trying not to reopen his wound, or this time Raven would surely send him into another dimension. Once on the neighbour's terrace he crouched in order to catch the cat but she immediately ran away from him and trespassed into John's apartment.

"Fuck!" he whispered harshly.

He peered inside and saw everything was pretty calm. Surely John would be sleeping; it was 4 a.m. after all. He squinted in the darkness looking for the black cat, oh the irony. He turned on a discrete flashlight that was built in the communicator. He scanned the area and was taken aback by the condition of the place.

The room (the living room, he assumed) was covered in a mess of papers, cut outs, garbage, weaponry and other high-tech devices. He walked in even further, suddenly forgetting why he was there in the first place. He froze. Opposite to him there was a huge wall covered in papers: newspaper clippings, weird maps and numbers; but the thing that made his heart stop for a second was her photo, pinned in the middle of the mess of cellulose. Raven's motionless lavender eyes stared back at him, her hair violet as it used to be, her chakra on, and next to it, another photo of her, of her new "identity". He then focussed on the rest of the pictures; he recognized the mark of Scath, Trigon's symbol; a photo of the Titan's Tower; a snapshot of himself in his former identity, as Robin. All of them were connected with red thread, the light of the flashlight followed the red threads, all of them directed towards another picture, a picture of Slade.

He jumped as he felt the communicator vibrating on his hand.

"Shit" he whispered as he quickly grabbed the cat and headed back to Raven's flat, avoiding the mess and the flowerpots.

Once back inside the flat, he picked up anxiously and was greeted by Raven's voice.

"Hel-".

"Rae, are you ok?"

"Yes Boy Blunder, I'm heading back home. Piece of cake."

"Great." He sighed, relieved.

Raven arrived and looked for Richard. She found him in her room, throwing her clothes into a suitcase hastily, almost... desperately?

"What on Earth?" she asked leaning on the doorframe, raising one eyebrow quizzically.

"You're moving with me until new notice," he said, not looking back at her.

"Thanks for asking... you shouldn't be standing right now, you know?" she deadpanned approaching him.

"Raven..." He grabbed her wrist roughly, looking into her eyes. "I am serious. We need to go. Now."

"What's wrong?" Her eyes now filled with concern.

"You were right about John. I-I..."

"You what?" She inquired, sitting on the bed and forcing him to sit next to her.

"I accidentally broke into his apartment. And... and he has all this... weaponry and a huge amount of clippings, and articles, and photos of you, the former you, of the mark of Scath, of Robin, and Slade."

"Holy Azar," she whispered, lost for words.

He grabbed her shoulders and slid his hands down to her hands.

"I can't let you be near him. We have to investigate; he could be really dangerous Rae. I won't risk you."

"Richard, if I leave out of the blue he'll be suspicious. I think I should stay here." He was going to interrupt her but she continued anyway. "You can stay here if you want to. Plus, that way, we could keep an eye on him and extend the investigation."

"Fine. But you're not getting near him on your own, okay?"

"I am a half demon girl with supernatural powers. I can handle him." She said teasingly, laying down on her back; she was exhausted. "Don't overwork yourself. At least now be have a trace on who your attacker might be."

She removed her cloak and used it as a blanket, too tired to change into her pyjamas. He dropped next to her and he watched as her eyes fluttered close. He kissed the top of her head, and then her lips, just a peck. He smiled as he saw her smile back faintly as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N : So? What did you think?