Raven sat between Robin and Red Robin, her senses attuned to the growls of the hellhounds on the other side of the door. The air was thick with tension, each heartbeat a countdown. Despite occasional slams, the door remained steadfast. "That's some spell," Robin muttered, his voice a mixture of awe and relief.

"I told you they wouldn't get in," Raven replied, her tone steady.

"You've done this before," Red Robin observed, his gaze sharp.

Raven's eyes narrowed slightly. "And?" she demanded.

"It wasn't an accusation, Raven," Red Robin said calmly. "Just an observation."

Raven's brow furrowed. "I don't understand how they're here. We're not in my father's domain."

Robin tilted his head. "How can you tell?"

"Trust me," Raven shot him a look. "This is nothing like that hellscape."

"But then, where are we?" Robin pressed. Raven hesitated, thoughtful. Red Robin stood, scanning the room with a meticulous eye. "I can't believe they're gone," Robin murmured, his voice heavy with grief. "KF, Wonder Girl, Beast Boy..." he finished quietly. Raven frowned, the weight of loss pressing on her chest. Red Robin's voice cut through the moment, firm but gentle. "We can't think about that right now. We need to stay focused, or we'll be next." He turned to Robin, his tone softening. "We'll mourn them later. Right now, we need to worry about getting out." He continued his search, fingertips brushing along the walls, searching for a hidden escape. "But where are we?" Robin repeated his earlier question, frustration creeping into his voice. Red Robin didn't respond, too absorbed in his task. Raven closed her eyes, attempting to delve into her memories. Maybe there's a way I can—"Ah!" Raven gasped, hands clutching her head as a sharp pain tore through her mind.

"Raven?" Robin was at her side in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Red Robin appeared in front of her, concern etched on his face.

"I tried to access my own memories, but something... blocked me," Raven said, staring at her hand in disbelief.

"Guessing it didn't work," Robin frowned. Raven opened her mouth to respond but froze as a strange sensation registered. Why is my cloak wet? She glanced down, feeling the dampness against her skin. Slowly, she turned, her eyes narrowing as she noticed something seeping through the walls. "What's wrong?" Red Robin asked with urgency.

"Water," Raven said, rising to her feet. "There's water."

"What?" Robin looked down, his eyes widening as he scrambled up. "She's right. The floor—it's wet."

"The walls too," Raven added, her voice edged with alarm. Red Robin adjusted his HUD contacts, enhancing his vision. Sure enough, water was trickling down from the ceiling, crawling along the walls. "Shit," he swore under his breath, the gravity of their situation sinking in.

"Okay," Robin said, sprinting to the door. "We need to get out of here." He pressed his ear against the wood. "I hear nothing on the other side, and nothing's showing up on infrared. I think we're clear." Without hesitation, he grabbed the archaic door handle.

"Robin! No!" Red Robin shouted as his infrared scanner flared to life, detecting something just as Robin cracked the door open, but Raven was faster. With a flick of her wrist, she slammed the door shut with a force that shook the room. "Robin," Red Robin barked, his tone cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "That was reckless. "You can't just open a door like that, especially in a place we don't know." Robin didn't respond. He stayed facing the door, his back stiff. "Do you hear me?" Red Robin demanded, stepping closer. "Turn around." Slowly, Robin obeyed, but as he did, his legs buckled beneath him. Raven gasped, lunging forward to catch him before he hit the ground. "Robin!" Red Robin's voice wavered as he kneeled beside the young hero. "What's wrong? What happened?" Robin's face was ashen, his body unnervingly still, and a thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Come on, kid!" Red Robin urged, his hands frantically searching for a wound as Raven reached out, calling upon her healing powers. But nothing happened.

"What?" Raven whispered, panic rising. She tried again, desperate, but the magic wouldn't answer. "I don't understand..." Her wide, terrified eyes locked onto Red Robin's. "I can't—" The water, now rising to their thighs, surged around them, cold and relentless. Red Robin's gaze darted to the torrents cascading down the walls, then back to Raven's stricken face. Something clicked in his mind. "Raven," he said, his voice low and intense, "do you have a fear of drowning?"

"What?" Raven was taken aback by the question.

"Raven," Red Robin's tone was firm, his eyes locking with hers, searching. "Are you afraid of drowning?"

"I...yeah...I guess..."

"This isn't real," Red Robin whispered, more to himself, his gaze flickering to Robin's lifeless form. "No… Raven," he said more forcefully. "I think...you need to stop...I don't know how to say this because I only partly understand what's happening...but you need to...relax...or something."

"What are you talking about?" Raven demanded, her voice rising as the water climbed higher, now nearly to her waist. The room began to close in around them, the walls dripping faster, the water filling the space more rapidly.

"This place—it's reacting to your fear," Red Robin tried to explain, but his head jerked in pain, hands clutching his temples. "Ow, my head... Raven, you have to stop!" He stumbled back from her, as if the very air around her had become toxic. "You have to...breathe," he struggled to finish.

"Red Robin, what's happening?" Raven took a small step toward him, panic flaring in her chest.

"You...you're doing this," he coughed, and blood sprayed from his lips.

"What? I'm not—" Raven began, but the words died in her throat as she realized the water was now past her knees. She tried to move her legs, but they felt like they were encased in cement. "I...I can't move," she whispered, horror flooding her voice. "I can't move." Panic gripped her like a vise, her chest tightening as waves of dizziness swept over her. Breathing became a struggle, each gasp more desperate than the last.

"Okay," Red Robin extended a trembling hand toward her, his voice strained. "But you have to stay calm. You have to—ugh!"

Raven's eyes widened in terror as a large, black blade emerged from Red Robin's chest. "Tim," she gasped, her voice weak, barely a whisper. His body slumped forward into the water, lifeless, revealing a shadowed figure standing behind him. Raven stared at the figure. It had no distinguishing facial features. It had a bald head, a female body, and three pairs of red eyes. It moved slowly towards Raven through the waist-high water, stopping a hairsbreadth in front of her.

Raven froze. She didn't know what to do. It wasn't until the being forced Raven's head underwater that Raven regained control of her legs and began to fight. The being wrapped an arm around Raven's neck and dove under the water, bringing Raven down with her. Raven's feet touched the bottom before she was thrust to the top again. Once her head was above water, Raven took a deep breath, just in time, as the being dove into the water again. The being then punched Raven in the solar plexus, causing Raven to expel air. Monopolizing on her moment of freedom, Raven began swimming towards the top, but she felt a yank on her cloak. Turning around, still holding her breath, she glared. Even though the being had no facial features, Raven knew it was smiling at her.

Undoing her cloak, Raven freed herself and swam to the surface. Emerging, she hit her head on the ceiling. "What!" she gasped. The room is already full! How? "Okay, Raven, think. Don't panic." She felt something wrap around her ankle. Without a moment to process, she was abruptly dragged underwater. This time, tentacles wrapped around her neck, her wrists, her feet, and her waist. She was flipped onto her back. She stared at the surface of the water, struggling to free herself, calling upon her suddenly dormant powers. The being stood above her, holding a spike in its hands. Raven could only watch as the being ruthlessly drove the spike into her abdomen. Excruciating pain filled Raven's body, and she couldn't help but scream. I'm dying, Raven thought as she watched her air bubbles float from her mouth. I wonder if I'll wake up in another universe, was her last thought before she closed her eyes, barely registering a second shadow swimming down towards her.

Raven coughed violently, water spilling from her lungs as someone patted her back, each touch steady but firm. "Easy, easy, love," came a familiar voice with a Cockney accent. John. Raven exhaled in relief. "I warned 'em not to muck about with your mind, but they didn't listen. Bloody stubborn, the lot of 'em," he muttered, continuing to pat her back until she could breathe again. "You alright?"

"John," Raven gasped, her voice trembling. "John, they're all dead," she choked out. "Donna, Garfield, Bart, Dick, Tim... I couldn't save them. I don't know what happened—my powers were—"

"Steady now, love," John cut her off, his hands settling firmly on her shoulders as he searched her eyes. "Are you…are you takin' a piss?"

"What?" Raven stammered, confused. "No, I'm not joking! Why would I joke about something like that?"

"Bollocks," John muttered under his breath, stepping back with a look of dread washing over his face. "This ain't good. This ain't good at all."

"What is it? What's wrong with you?" Raven demanded, her voice rising with panic.

"Sorry about this, darling. Truly am," John said, his voice dropping to a regretful whisper as he walked back to her, his hands moving back to her shoulders, closer to her neck.

"Sorry for what?" Raven asked, fear tightening her chest.

"This," John said grimly. Before Raven could react, his fingers found the base of her skull, and in one swift, practiced motion, he twisted sharply. Raven heard the sickening snap, a flash of pain searing through her, and then...