Robin tore through the streets on his motorcycle, cape snapping harshly in his wake. He wore both amulets around his neck, and they clicked together occasionally as he took a sharp turn or braked suddenly. Thoughts of finding Raven filled his mind, and he reflected worriedly on what he had seen and heard on the television. To all appearances, Raven had lost herself to her father's influence. Ever since Jon had come to the tower, Robin had been thinking about what he had said about Nephilim and, more importantly, what he hadn't said. He remembered how Jon wouldn't commit to calling Raven a Nephilim, how Raven herself had uncharacteristically cut Jon off mid-explanation and offered her own. He recalled the strange feelings that he had been getting through his bond with the dark Titan, and Cyborg's description of how he had found her when he went to deliver a package. It was all adding up to something that Robin didn't like the looks of. Not one bit.

He cursed himself as he thought back to the battle at PS118. He hadn't realized it at the time, but much of his fury had been spill-over from Raven's mind. It was obvious in hindsight as so many things were. Still, he was convinced that he had made the right call at the time, and he could only hope that STAR Labs was able to find some way to reverse this thing before too many lives were lost. He winced as he remembered the feel of his sword cleaving through skulls and the cold efficiency that covered his mind when he went from protector to killer. He shook the thoughts away and turned his will towards his current task.

There would be time for grief and introspection later.

Focusing intently on his bond with Raven, he tried to keep his mind as open as he could. The amulet around his neck flared a brilliant amethyst, and tugged its way to the left of Robin's current trajectory. He turned in the direction indicated by the amulet and it was soon holding itself straight out in front of him, straining against its leather cord.

Robin opened up the throttle and gave more speed to his pursuit. The amulet started to pull to one side, and he followed its silent command. He had been telling the truth to the mayor when he said that Raven was acting as a Titan, but he wasn't sure how. The only thing that he knew for sure was then he trusted Raven, and that she would not allow herself to become the very thing that she despised. Somehow, this all tied into some sort of plan. Raven had always been the most mysterious of the Titans, and her ways were different that the rest of the team's, either by necessity or proclivity. After braving the fires of hell to save her from her father, Robin felt that he knew her a bit more than the others. She would not have struggled so desperately in the past just to give up now.

He again turned his attention to the little mental bridge that spanned the gap between his mind and Raven's. He was getting flashes of feeling, ranging from anger to lust, and he was concerned. Such unrestrained emotions were dangerous for Raven, and she was not one to revel in her feelings. Still, the feelings were backed by a vast intellect, as though they were more a smokescreen than actual abandonment.

A brief flash of satisfaction heralded a howling wind and a twisting cyclone in the distance. He wasn't at all surprised that the amulet pointed him directly towards it. Abandoning any sense of safety, Robin careened through the streets and towards the unnatural storm. Activating the bike's jump rockets had him speeding along the rooftops in a direct line to the conflagration, skill and luck equally ensuring that he stayed upright on the treacherous gravel and asphalt. The funnel cloud slowed in its rotation and died out, a speck falling away from the center of the storm. An all-encompassing sense of desperation caused Robin to shout in surprise, his concentration winking out. He ditched the bike and slid along the rooftops at a murderous pace, his titanium lined uniform the only thing between his skin and the rocks he was gliding over. His bike went over the edge and fell to the ground, and he was suddenly in empty air himself as he followed the R-Cycle over the edge of the roof and towards the next. Reflexes created during his time in the circus, honed through training with Batman, and perfected on the many missions he had undertaken with his friends allowed him to flip about so his feet were facing the upcoming wall. With a snarl he landed on the wall, gravity momentarily abandoning him as his momentum pushed him against the corrugated steel. He crouched there a moment, weightless and perpendicular to the ground. With a mighty heave he leaped to the other wall, and a few more bounces had him back on the roof.

Robin was taken aback for a moment. That was… surprisingly easy. There was no way that he should have been able to pull off that move so effortlessly. He glanced at the amulet that Jon had given him. Was it possible that Jon was right? That there was a higher level of skill that he could reach, one that made his current abilities seem tame, was a thought that he had rarely entertained. Still, if he was right…

He took a few steps back from the edge of the roof, sprinted forward and jumped over the gap. He landed easily on the other side, and continued to run. Hopping from roof to roof was an exercise he was used to, but he barely needed to concentrate on his footing while he was wearing this amulet. He was faster, more nimble, untiring and full of an energy that he was unfamiliar with, although it didn't feel foreign.

Focusing again on Raven caused the amethyst glow to return, pulling sharply towards the location of the freak tornado. He needed to get to Raven, and to help her with whatever it was she was currently doing.

Unnoticed, a thin blue corona of energy highlighted the Titan as he flew over the rooftops.