Raven landed, once again, on her back with a painful thud. "I really have to learn to land on my feet," she groaned. She slowly sat up and looked around. I'm in a study? It sort of reminded her of Constantine's mansion, but there were several differences. Nevertheless, this room was warm and cozy. The room boasted a fireplace, a couch, and plants. Walls made from—the walls! Raven's senses tingled and the hair on her arms stood up as everything pointed her to the far wall, carved with intricate patterns. Raven cautiously approached it, not sure what to expect, and examined it. It looks like a normal wall. Raven placed her hand on it. "Ow!" she screeched, yanking her hand back. "What the heck!" she exclaimed. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared down at her palm. What the heck! I am so sick and tired of… Her thoughts trailed off as she stared at her palm. She traced the burn mark as her body began to slowly heal. "It's a rune." Let's see, Raven thought, what have I learned about runes? She ran down a list of what she knew. Used to channel magic, enchant objects, used in rituals, specific symbols do certain things; however, only the person who created or placed the rune can control it. "That's it!" Raven gasped as her eyes widened in realization. The sudden disappearance of Zatanna's powers, the weakening of hers – runes. They may have covered the entire tower with runes. No witch, wizard, or sorceress could use magic in a rune-infested space unless they controlled the runes. But I'm no mere witch, Raven thought with pride. Bracing her hand on the wall, she screamed as searing pain shot through her hand and up her arm.

Red Robin breathed a sigh of relief. He stood on a precarious ledge. Red Robin's face had bruises, a couple of his ribs were broken, his uniform was torn in places, and he just pushed his shoulder back in its socket. But I made it, he thought. He stared at the glowing thing on the wall. It was a weird shaped comprising sharp angles, lines, arcs. "Looks like a rune," he muttered. He placed his hand on the rune. "Ow!" he yelped, nearly losing his balance. "What the heck?" That burned! He glared at his gloved hand, expecting to see smoking fabric and charred skin. Instead, there was nothing. Nothing but searing pain. "How'd I even feel that?" His suit was created from a fabric that could withstand 400°F. Also, no heat radiated from the symbol itself. "What is happening? And how do I get out of here?"

Raven bit her lip in pain as she continued to rewrite the rune. Most magical beings couldn't survive tinkering with a rune this powerful. Rewriting a powerful rune was a death wish. One would burn from the inside out. Fortunately, flames were part of her DNA. "Just a little more," she said through clenched teeth as tears of pain burned in her eyes. She gasped as she felt another presence beyond the wall. Tim.

Red Robin was staring at the rune, contemplating his next move, ignoring the shooting pain in his wrist. I can't touch it. I tried using my bird-a-rang, but it melted. He looked down at the destroyed weapon in his hand. Maybe I can – "Tim."

"What the…!" he nearly lost his balance again. "Raven?" he had expected to hear her voice in his head. Why is she in my head?

"I'm sorry to do this," she apologized, "but I had no other option. I think…I think you're I'm in a room next to you."

"You are?"

"Do you see any glowing symbols?"

"I'm staring at one."

"Don't touch it!"

"Too late. Nearly melted my fingers off. Pretty sure I have whatever is worse than a third-degree burn."

"I'm going to open up a portal, but you're going to have to step through it. I can't rewrite this rune and teleport you out of there at the same time."

"Whatever. Just do it."

"Okay. Get ready."

Raven placed her free hand on the wall and began chanting. This was going to take a lot of energy. "Erirepa et oirepmi! Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos!" A dark circle appeared. "Hurry up," she muttered. She saw a muscled leg covered in spandex come through first, followed by the rest of Red Robin. "Ugh," Raven closed her portal and pushed away from the wall. She was out of breath, tired, and weak. But I found one teammate, she thought with a smile as she doubled over to catch her breath. "Are you okay?" Raven asked Red Robin, who was just standing to his feet.

"Yeah. Just a few bumps and bruises," he answered. He then frowned at Raven as worry filled his chest. "No offense, Raven, but you look like you've just survived the beating of a lifetime."

"It's fine," Raven inhaled deeply as she wiped sweat from her forehead. "I'll be fine. I'm worried about you."

"My injuries can wait. Trust me, I've fought with much worse. I am concerned about you. You look dead on your feet."

"I'll be fine," Raven waved off his concern. "I was able to destroy the main rune in this room. I can already feel my powers growing. Do you have a way to track the others?"

Red Robin looked at his holo. "One of our teammates should be down that way," he pointed.

"Okay. Let's go."

After commanding Flaw to find the caped-girl, Child turned her attention to Zatanna and watched with glee as the magician struggled. She then turned her attention to Artemis. "That is the 100th one she's smashed. Only 9,900 mirrors to go." She looked into Robin's room and watched as he grappled with her possessed clowns while balancing on a tightrope. "What outstanding balance he has! Further interference may be necessary. Now, on to the red bird." She cocked her head to the side. "What's this?" A smile froze on her face. "Is he playing hide-and-seek with me?" She zoomed into the room and searched every inch. "He isn't here. That's not possible." Her cute face turned into an ugly scowl as her anger reached a boiling point within seconds. "Where is he?" she growled. She began searching all the rooms in the Tower of Fate. "Why are there so many rooms in this stupid tower‽ Why‽ Why‽ Why‽" she released a wave of power as she screamed in anger. Almost all objects in the room shattered. She grabbed the golden helmet near her and squeezed with all of her might. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" she slammed the helmet into the ground with each scream. "Aahh!" she breathed heavily, glaring at the gold helmet that looked as pristine as always. She then righted herself and adjusted her clothes. "Forgive me, prisoner of mine. That was not very mature of me." Child sat back down in her seat. "Let me go back and see if I missed something." She magicked herself to the room with the giant clock and floated above the huge cogs. "Hmm," she said thoughtfully, "everything appears to be fine. Wait," she squinted her eyes. Her eyes widened. She disappeared and reappeared in front of the wall where her rune was supposed to be. "It's destroyed." She placed her hand on the rune. "Not destroyed, just…rewritten." There was no one on Earth powerful enough to rewrite one of her runes. "Only a Lord of Order can do that, and the closest Lord of Order is…" Child put her hands together and reappeared in the Summit. Placing her hands on the helmet, her eyes glowed, and she said, "I need to check on a prisoner."