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Titan Arrow

Robin sighed as he looked at the product of his last six months of work with a proud smile.

Raven turned the page in her book as Beast Boy and Cyborg fought over their video game. She glared over her book at the duo annoyed at the sound of them arguing over something as trivial as a video game. The book was just getting interesting, and she found herself unable to focus on the page she was reading for their bickering.

She secretly wondered how she and Beast Boy had managed to keep their relationship hidden for going on three months. She knew it would come out eventually especially once their behavior caught Robin's attention, but she wasn't sure when that would be. She didn't look forward to the uncomfortable questions their friends would have when it did come out. She was honestly shocked the young detective hadn't already noticed what was going on, but then again, he had been caught up in attempting, and failing, to hide how serious his relationship with Starfire had become.

She put her book down at the sound of Starfire gasping in surprise.

"Robin…" Starfire said in shock.

They all looked to see Robin sporting a new look.

"What's with the new getup?" Cyborg asked.

"I just thought it was time for a new look… I'm growing up its time to retire the sidekick look for something new." He explained joining them at the couch "and by the way it's Nightwing now!"

The next few minutes were filled with entirely too many questions. Nightwing did his best to answer them all. Mockingbird had come in just in time to catch things winding down.

She looked around at everyone and even looked at Nightwing confused as to why she didn't see Robin. She looked at the new arrival. He looked a lot like Robin but different enough that she wasn't sure it was him or someone else.

'Should I read his mind, no I don't want to because I don't know him and don't have permission'. She wondered to herself.

Nightwing looked at Amanda and saw her confusion "Hey, it's me Robin, let me explain, I've taken on a new persona I have retired from being a sidekick so Robin is no more you can call me Nightwing now." He paused with a small smile "I'm 18, a little old to still be carrying the same persona I've had since I was younger than you." He didn't mean to insult her young age and she realized that he was just illustrating he had been Robin for too long and needed to distance himself from the childhood name and any traumas that went along with it.

It took a few weeks for the change to take in the tower. The habit of calling him Robin still slipped out from time to time, but it was clear the other five were growing accustomed to this new persona.

Arrow Verse

Patrol was quiet as Arrow and Arsenal took to the rooftops near the old foundry they had converted into their base of operations. Arrow wasn't willing to say it out loud, but the city felt too quiet, like the calm before a storm.

"What the hell?" Arsenal said as he crouched at the edge of the rooftop looking into the alleyways around it.

"What is it?" Oliver asked looking over his protégé's shoulder.

"That girl on the ground, she wasn't there a minute ago." Roy, aka Arsenal, replied pointing out a young woman in a dark blue hooded cloak laying face down, unconscious in the alleyway.

They got to her side and noticed a sizable gash along her right side just below her breast.

"That looks bad… and since she appeared out of some kind of portal it's safe to assume she isn't of this Earth." Diggle said as he approached the two archers.

"That gash needs stitches and being she isn't from this Earth we can't take her to a hospital." Roy sighed and neither other man said anything about the young archer stating the obvious.

Oliver scooped her up into his arms as Roy told Felicity to have the med- bay ready with a suture kit.

"Whose hurt?" The worry in her voice was unmistakable.

"None of us, Felicity." Oliver then gave the short explanation of what was happening as they rushed back to the Foundry with the girl in tow.

Felicity watched as Oliver stitched up the gash with more care than he would for himself or any of his team save her. He had always said he didn't want her to carry the scars of their lifestyle.

"She's young, she doesn't deserve any scars that can be avoided." He said as he cleaned the area one last time and bandaged the gash.

Felicity went back to her computers and Oliver looked over the girl as he waited for her to regain consciousness. What had happened to her? Where was she from? The questions were mounting as Team Arrow waited impatiently for their guest to awaken and perhaps answer his questions. He wouldn't interrogate her, she wasn't a suspect, if anything she was a victim. She had been injured and thrown into a dimension she didn't know among strangers, and he understood she would need to be handled with care.

Oliver's eyes landed on the red gemstone on her forehead.

'What is that?' he wondered his fingers tracing the red stone the questions about it adding to the innumerable other questions he and his team had about her. He left her and went back to trying to understand who she was and what brought her to their Earth from whatever Earth she had come from.

An hour passed and Roy was just putting his bow on the holder after some target practice when he noticed the teenage girl was waking up.

"Arrow…" he said getting Oliver's attention.

Oliver looked up and made eye contact with the girl. Her amethyst eyes were horror filled. She had stood moving her hands as if she expected something to happen and became terrified when whatever she expected didn't happen.

Oliver stood and she backed up against the wall as if his movements were of aggression, which they weren't. She was ready to try to fight but it was clear her mind was screaming she stood no chance without whatever power she had unsuccessfully attempted to summon.

"Easy, we're not going to hurt you," Oliver said his hands up to show that he was unarmed. He had a feeling that things weren't as easy for her, something was wrong, it was as if she had awoken missing a full sense that she relied on to aid her perception of the world around her. What was it? She could hear, see… did she have some paranormal power that she now had no ability to use?

"Where am I? What happened? What did you do with my friends?" she demanded. Oliver read her anger as a mask for the absolute terror she didn't want him or anyone else to see.

"When we found you, you were alone." Oliver said shoving Roy back and away from the vast display of arrows knowing the weapons were a source of her unease "This is our headquarters, the foundry."

Diggle watched the girl in sympathy. When Oliver first picked her up, he thought she was about 18 to perhaps 20, now he realized she was younger, perhaps as young as fifteen or sixteen. Her violet eyes screamed of a girl who found herself alone among strangers. Strangers whom she couldn't begin to defend herself against should their intentions be malicious and for all she knew they were.

He didn't know what she could normally do but he had a feeling that by her actions she normally had access to powers that she now lacked that left her feeling defenseless. She felt she was at their mercy, completely dependent on these strangers and he couldn't blame her for being utterly petrified given their appearance and the vast array of weapons at their disposal.

"Easy, we aren't going to hurt you." Diggle said stepping between Oliver and the girl.

Oliver backed up letting Diggle try his hand at talking her down as his efforts had proven futile. Oliver figured Diggle being unmasked might be able to comfort her the way he and Arsenal couldn't. Her violet eyes locked into his brown ones and Diggle knew he had her attention.

"Calm down, we aren't going to hurt you." He said softly, keeping his hands in clear view so she could see he was unarmed or at least not going to take arms against her. His pistol was still firmly placed in its holster at the small of his back. Until Oliver saw him pull holster an all and place it on a table as he inched closer to her.

"Who are you?" she asked, and they instantly noticed the waver in her voice. The mask slipping, her fear edging out in the cracks in the veneer of anger she had put up to defend herself.

"I'm John Diggle, what is your name?" Diggle said, his tone soft as he tried to keep her eyes on him letting the archers fade into the background. They were the threat; they knew they were the reason the girl was afraid, so they backed away letting Diggle take control of the situation. He somehow had locked her amethyst eyes on his, held her eye contact when she had refused to make such eye contact with Arrow. It seemed that, even though she didn't trust Diggle yet, he was making inroads to her in a way the Arrow had not been able to do.

"Raven…" she replied, her voice held a waver that Diggle could tell she hated.

"Raven…okay, good… look I know you're afraid but it's okay… we won't hurt you." He spoke. "We want to help you, but we need you to calm down and talk to us.

"My friends, what happened to them?" he watched as the tension slowly melted from her frame as she began to interact with him.

"We don't know, like Arrow said you were alone when we found you, but we will do whatever we can to help you find them." Diggle said daring to approach her.

Oliver and Roy exchanged looks as Diggle pulled Raven close, mindful of the gash Oliver just sewed up. She went stiff for a moment then relaxed and returned the embrace.

Oliver passed the yellow and black communicator to Roy.

"Get that to Felicity, it's the best chance we have of finding her friends." He said in a whisper that wouldn't be audible to Diggle or Raven.

Roy gave a curt nod and walked briskly to Felicity relaying the message to her about what Oliver had asked her to do and she assured him she would give this her all.

Raven awoke to her side screaming with pain. That should have healed. Then she remembered what happened. The parasite's touch on her face draining her magic away painfully. The feeling of utter agony as Nightwing's bird-a-rang sliced through her side. She knew he'd seen what happened, heard the cry she couldn't keep in as it pierced her flesh.

She got to her feet and noticed three men in the room with her, two wore masks and hoods the third she could see his face. They were all big and muscular and she knew she was outnumbered and outmatched. She reached for her magic and felt the dread rise when it didn't heed her call. That made things worse, without that even the smallest of the three men could easily overpower her. She took a second to try to empathically read their intentions and was slammed with the fact that even that power was lost to her. The terror welled in her gut as she looked between the men, nowhere to run. She felt as if she was going to panic right there. No, she couldn't do that, she couldn't let them see her weak, so she let the anger at the situation hide how close she was to an all-out panic attack.

She watched them backing up until she felt the wall at her back. No power and nowhere to run, she was trapped. The room held too many weapons that she was sure the three men knew how to use far better than she did. Not to mention they stood between her and those weapons.

She drew on what courage she had to demand answers. Where were they, what happened to the rest of the titans? The green clad man answers but didn't bother with any names.

Then the unmasked man came forward his eyes soft with sympathy. He began to speak in a gentle voice, soothing in a way she didn't expect. John Diggle was what he said his name was. She didn't recognize her own voice as she answered his questions. She didn't know why she opened up to him, maybe it was the look in his eyes he might not wield the power of empathy, but he knew her plight. Then he pulled her into an embrace and something about him made her feel calm enough to return it something the titans would tell him was extremely rare from her.

Soon he introduced her to the two hooded men Arrow and Arsenal, and she began to wonder if Arrow was the same as the Green Arrow from her Earth, but she didn't ask. She knew of him by reputation and if this man was anything like her Earth's counterpart her fear had been baseless.

She didn't argue when Diggle suggested she sit down, her side was burning from the gash, and it seemed the less she moved the less it hurt. She had felt slight twinges of injuries like this when she healed Nightwing or Beast Boy, but it was different when she was dissipating the pain of another's injury compared to when she was experiencing the injury herself, stitches and all. She had looked to see the bandage and assumed given how sharp Nightwing's projectiles were the gash had needed stitched since she couldn't dissipate it and heal it.

Oliver went to Felicity as Diggle spoke to their new arrival.

"Please tell me you can locate her friends." He spoke.

"I have located 3 individuals…" Felicity replied "They came up as Cyborg, Nightwing and Starfire…"

"Cyborg is closest… I'll go get him… should help her settle down to have one of her friends." He said "Her name is Raven…" Felicity looked towards where Diggle and Raven were, her heart breaking for the teenager. She had a feeling there was so much to Raven's story they didn't know. She couldn't imagine being in that place at that age. She was so young, Felicity estimated she was between fourteen and sixteen, and surrounded by complete strangers.

"Strangely fitting…" Felicity commented "I can't imagine how terrified she was when she woke up. How afraid she still is."

She looked like Roy came up to see if he could get to any of Raven's other friends.

"I'll go after Nightwing." He spoke.

Diggle noticed the archers leave but didn't say anything. He was more concerned with the pain Raven was in.

Cyborg was still bewildered as to how he ended up alone. He was worried about Raven.

"I can't believe we let that parasite grab Mockingbird and Raven." He muttered to himself.

"Are you Cyborg?" a voice asked.

"Isn't that kinda obvious?" he said, turning to the archer.

"Come with me, I have a lot to explain."

"I gotta find my friends." Cyborg replied, "I am not going anywhere until I know what happened to them."

"I can help you… I believe I found one of them… Raven."

Cyborg looked skeptical, this was another earth though, how would this archer know who Raven was if he didn't have her. The question remained was he using her name to lure him into a trap.

"She told me a word; said you'd understand what it meant."

"What was it?"

"Azar…"

Cyborg felt weak with relief. If he'd said Zythos then he'd know she was in danger, Azar… Azar was the name of her guardian. The one that saved her from a fate worse than death and taught her to use her powers.

"Rae… Oh man, Raven! Is she okay?"

"She'll be better when she sees you."

Oliver could see that Cyborg was worried about his friends, Raven especially.

"Tell me about Raven… does she normally have some kind of powers?" he asked as he led the cybernetic teen back towards the foundry.

"She's a sorceress… her magic has been a huge asset to the team but it's difficult for her to control." Cyborg sighed. "She meditates hours every day to help with the control and… events of the past year have also helped her gain the upper hand on her immense power."

Magic, she was trying to use some form of magic when she awoke and when it didn't do her bidding, she became understandably terrified.

"Why wouldn't she be able to conjure or use that magic?"

"Our last fight was with some kind of parasite creature, and it grabbed her draining her power."

"What about the gash on her side?"

Instantly Oliver realized Cyborg didn't know of Raven's injury or perhaps he'd believed she had been left with enough magic to heal it herself.

"Damn… that's why she cried out…" he muttered "Nightwing is going to have a fit."

"Why…"

"He threw the weapon that put that gash on her." Cyborg paused "Bastard must have used her as a shield and since he drained her magic..."

"She can't heal herself." Oliver inferred "Thus why I had to put over a half dozen stitches in her. So when you embrace her, be careful that right side is going to be tender for a while."

"Yeah…" he sighed. "Wait what…"

Meanwhile it was a game of hide-and-seek between Arsenal and Nightwing for a good half hour before the red clad archer managed to gain what he thought was the upper hand. Truth was Nightwing had gotten tired of playing games and took what he thought was a fight to the archer.

"Who are you? Why are you pursuing me?" Nightwing demanded.

"I'm Arsenal. Does the name Raven ring any bells?" Roy asked.

"Raven…" Nightwing's eyes hardened in rage. "Where is she? What have you done to her?"

"Whoa, that's a raw nerve… she's fine, she's at my home base." Arsenal explained he was about to give him her code word, 'Azar' whatever that meant when suddenly Nightwing's T-Phone came to life.

"Yo, Nightwing"

"Cyborg, what happened?"

"Look man, this seems insane, but it looks like we've been thrown through the multiverse… I'm with a guy they call the Arrow and he found Raven. We need you to go with Arsenal and meet up with us there is a lot to figure out."

Nightwing looked at Arsenal, his mind slowly putting two and two together. If he was right Arrow was the Green Arrow of this universe meaning Arsenal was likely this universe's version of Speedy. If he was right then Raven was, in fact, very much safe where she was. Cyborg hadn't used his duress word and the look on Arsenal's face told him that Raven had given him a word to tell him.

"Okay," he said and soon they were on their way. He stopped for a moment "Did Raven give you a word to tell me?"

He waited, praying he didn't say Zythos.

"Azar, if anything I'd say it was a name."

Nightwing followed him.

"What does that mean?"

"Azar was the name of the spiritual leader of Raven's home realm of Azerath and the reason she is alive today." Nightwing explained.

To Be Continued…