The Young Justice team is gathered in the Mount Justice command center, finishing up a small general meeting to show Starfire how things are done around here. Nightwing, Superboy, Miss Martian, Bart, Aqualad, Beast Boy, Artemis, Cyborg, and Starfire are scattered around the room, some leaning against consoles, others sprawled in chairs.

The soft hum of the base's computers is interrupted by a sudden incoming call notification on the central console. Nightwing presses a button, and the holographic screen lights up to reveal Zatanna, looking a little frazzled but composed as always, standing in a dimly lit room filled with floating runes and flickering candles.

Nightwing smiled upon seeing her "Zatanna! It's been a while, what's up?"

"Hey, Dick. Wish this was just a social call, but I need a favor. A big one." Zatanna said hurriedly as if she was trying to get it over with as fast as possible.

Superboy scowled slightly as he crossed his arms "Let me guess. Another magical crisis?"

Zatanna shook her head "Not exactly. We are doing fine, for now. It's... more of a situation. And it's not me asking. It's Constantine."

The team exchanges surprised looks.

"Constantine? What does he want?" Nightwing asked puzzled

"Look, I don't have all the details." Zatanna said calmly as she fired a spell into some unseen enemy "He called me earlier—cryptic as ever—and told me to send you to a tiny fishing village in the UK. Something about needing to talk to you in person. He said it's important, and coming from him, that usually means it's very important."

Bart threw up his hands a strange look in his face "Great. A magical wild goose chase. Just what we needed."

"What's the name of this village?" Aqualad said as he began to type into his phone

Zatanna looked at some unseen device "Port Sapph. It's small, quiet, and apparently famous for its food and a few sites. Honestly, I didn't have time to ask for details. I'm kind of... busy."

She gestures vaguely behind her, where flashes of light and faint sounds of battle can be heard. A sigil on the wall flickers ominously.

Zatanna grimaced "Let's just say interdimensional wars don't exactly wait for lunch breaks."

Artemis tilted her head concerned "Are you okay? Do you need backup?"

Zatanna smiled faintly "Thanks, but I've got it handled. Constantine's the one you should be worrying about. He wouldn't ask for help unless he was desperate—or drunk. Probably both."

Nightwing nodded "Alright, we'll head to Port Sapph and see what's going on. Anything else we should know?"

Zatanna sighed "Just... be patient with him. He's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type, for those of you who never met him…But he's good at what he does. And if he's calling you, it's probably bad news."

Bart groaned "Of course it is. Can't we ever get good news?"

Miss Martian leaned forward in her chair, a curious expression on her face "What's in Port Sapph, exactly? Why would Constantine be there?"

Zatanna shrugged "Beats me. All I know is it's got a pub with great food like curry and fish and chips, a lighthouse that inspired some old novel, a hiking trail, some castle near the town, and... oh, a weirdly specific museum about hotel history."

Bart sat up straight sightly "Wait. The lighthouse novel?" He said "Please tell me it's not Windswept Shores of Sorrow."

Zatanna raised an eyebrow. "Uh... yeah, that's the one. Why?"

Bart groaned dramatically as he waved his arms in the air "Ugh! I had to write a book report on that in class. Longest, most boring thing I've ever read. Just pages and pages of lighthouse and isolation and boredom metaphors. Why do people like that book?!"

"I found it deeply moving." Aqualad said calmly "The exploration of isolation and resilience was profound."

Nightwing smirked slightly "I thought it was interesting. But I get why Bart hated it."

Bart threw up his hands "Of course you would like it. You probably wrote a ten-page essay on it for fun.""Focus, guys. This isn't a book club. Constantine's waiting, and he doesn't do waiting well. Just... get there as soon as you can." Zattana said bluntly

The hologram flickers out, leaving the team in contemplative silence for a moment. Nightwing claps his hands together, breaking the tension. "Alright, team. Pack your gear. We're going to Port Sapph."

"Great. First boring books, now boring fishing villages." Bart grumbled as he stomped out of the room.

The Bioship hums quietly as it soars across the Atlantic, heading toward the United Kingdom. Inside, the Young Justice team settles in for the long flight, each member finding ways to pass the time—or annoy each other. The dim interior lighting creates a cozy, if somewhat tense, atmosphere as the team prepares for the unknown.

Nightwing sats near Starfire, who gazes out the window at the endless stretch of ocean below. Her eyes glow faintly, reflecting her curiosity.

"Your Earth is... vast. It is difficult to believe there are so many different lands and people. You say we are going to one called... England?" Starfire said

Nightwing nodded "Yeah, it's part of the United Kingdom, four countries that are kind of like one big country. England's known for a lot of things: tea, castles, the royal family, and so on. It's a nice place to visit."

Starfire tilts her head, processing this information, before turning her attention back to Nightwing. "And this Friend Constantine we are meeting... who is he? Is he a king of England?"

Nightwing laughed "Not even close. Constantine's... complicated. He's a magician, but he doesn't exactly play by the rules. He's rough around the edges, has a bad attitude, and doesn't trust anyone. But when it comes to magic, he's one of the best."

Starfire smiled at this "Then I shall be excited to meet this master of magic! Perhaps he shall be teach me spells to make my starbolts more powerful."

Nightwing smiled weakly "Let's hope he doesn't teach you any of his bad habits instead."

In the cockpit, Aqualad pilots the Bioship with calm precision while Superboy was taking a short power nap due to his fatigue from his night patrol. Beside him, a small speaker plays the audiobook of Windswept Shores of Sorrow, the narrator's deep, monotone voice filling the cabin. "And as the waves crashed against the jagged rocks, the lighthouse stood as a solitary beacon of hope in the endless storm..."

From the back of the ship, Bart groans loudly, slumping in his seat as he tries to focus on the game on his phone. "Why are you doing this to me, Kaldur? Haven't I suffered enough?"

Aqualad smiled calmly, without looking away from the controls "You did mention how much you disliked the book. I thought it might be an opportunity for you to gain a new appreciation for it."

"New appreciation? I barely survived the first time! And I forgot my headphones, so now I can't even block it out!"

Aqualad smirked "Consider it a lesson in endurance."

"Can't this ship like go from the US to the UK in like half an hour or so?" Bart grumbled

"Yes." Aqualad said with a small malicious grin "But I am taking my swee sweet time."

Bart throws his hands in the air, muttering under his breath while the narrator continues.

"...for in the solitude of the lighthouse, one finds not isolation but the essence of humanity itself..."

"Oh, essence of humanity. Spare me." Bart groaned as Aqualad tried not to laugh

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Beast Boy shuffles a deck of cards with exaggerated focus. He flips through the cards quickly, attempting to perform a complicated sleight-of-hand trick.

"Alright, shuffle, cut, misdirect... and boom! Ace of spades. Wait, no... that's the jack of hearts. Dang it!" Beast Boy said

He tries again, his tongue sticking out slightly as he concentrates. Bart leans over, momentarily distracted from his audiobook-induced misery.

"Are you seriously practicing card tricks? What, you think Constantine's gonna be impressed by you pulling a rabbit out of a hat?" Bart said

"Hey, everyone loves a good card trick. Besides, magicians love this stuff. It's like showing off your moves to Batman." Beast Boy said

Bart snickered "Yeah, except Constantine doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd clap. More like the kind who'd light your cards on fire and call it a day." Bart said

"Don't ruin the magic, dude. Just wait till you see me in action." Beast Boy cried

Sitting near the window, Miss Martian holds a worn paperback novel in her hands, her expression calm and focused. She turns the pages slowly, seemingly unfazed by the chaos around her. Starfire leans over curiously.

"What is this story you are reading, Friend Miss Martian? Is it about Earth's history?"

Miss Martian smiled "Not exactly. It's a fantasy novel about a magical kingdom. I like reading to relax on long trips."

"Fascinating!" Starfire said "Can I borrow it when you are finished?"

Miss Martian nodded "Of course. I think you'll enjoy it."

As the flight continues, the narrator's voice drones on about lighthouses, Bart groans dramatically, Beast Boy drops his cards for the third time, and Starfire enthusiastically asks Nightwing more questions about Earth customs.

Bart threw up his hands "This is the worst flight ever. I'm calling it now."

Nightwing smirked "Just wait until we land, Bart. I'm sure Constantine will make things much better."

"And you had never been on Spirit airlines or Ryanair." Beast Boy said grimly

The Bioship lands quietly in the outskirts of Port Sapph, its sleek form hidden among the rolling hills overlooking the small fishing village. The team disembarks, the chilly air of the English coast biting at their skin. In the distance, the crumbling spire of an old stone church rises above the landscape, its shadow cast long and eerie by the setting sun.

As the team approaches the church, the faint sound of waves crashing against rocky shores fills the air. Standing in front of the weathered wooden doors is John Constantine, leaning against the frame with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his trench coat. A cigarette dangles from his lips, its faint orange glow the only source of warmth in his otherwise cold demeanor.

"Constantine." Nightwing said formally, extending a hand "It's been a while…"

Constantine didn't look up but for a fraction of a second a slight grin appeared on his face "Well, if it ain't the kiddie crusaders. Took you long enough."

Bart grumbled "Sorry, your Highness. We didn't take the express lane."

Constantine ignored Bart and looked up to Nightwing "I appreciate you lot makin' the trip. What I've got for you ain't exactly a favor, but trust me, you'll want to take it anyway."

"Zatanna said you needed us for something. What's going on?" Miss Martain said

Constantine grimly gestures toward the door with a flick of his cigarette before stomping it out on the ground. He pushes the doors open with a creak, revealing the dimly lit interior of the church. The scent of old wood and melted wax fills the air.

Sitting cross-legged on the stone floor in the center of the church is Raven, her purple cloak pooled around her. Candles flicker faintly in a wide circle, and her head is bowed in deep meditation. Her hands rest on her knees, fingers twitching slightly as though in rhythm with an unseen force. Shadows flicker unnaturally across the walls, and the air feels heavy, charged with something unspoken.

Constantine nodded toward her "There she is. That's Raven."

The team exchanges glances, unsure of what to make of the quiet girl in the center of the room.

Aqualad tilted his head and crossed his arms "She doesn't look dangerous."

"Yeah, well, a sleeping bomb don't look dangerous either." Constantine said grimly "Doesn't mean it won't go off if you're not careful."

Nightwing turned towards Constantine "Alright, Constantine. Who is she? And why are you asking us to look after her?"

Constantine sighed as he lit another cigarette, his tone serious "Raven's... complicated. She's got powers she doesn't fully understand yet, powers that could make or break the world depending on how they're handled. And I've got a hunch—one of those bad ones I wish I didn't have—that something big and nasty's comin'. I can list half a dozen people and demons who would rip their own arm off if it means they get to have a chance to be in the same building as her. When it does, she'll be smack dab in the middle of it."

Aqualad stared at Raven as if trying to see through her "And you want us to train her? Prepare her for whatever this... event is?"

Constantine nodded "Exactly. I'd do it myself, but..."

He trails off, glancing at Raven, who remains motionless in her meditation. His voice softens slightly, a rare moment of vulnerability seeping through his gruff demeanor. "I'm not exactly the mentor type. I don't trust myself not to cock it up, and let's face it—I'm better at starting fires than puttin' 'em out." He sighed as he stubbed the cigarette out "But you lot? You've got heart. You've got discipline. And most importantly, you're good with kids."

Bart raised an eyebrow "She doesn't look like a kid. She is like almost Beast Boys age"

Constantine sighed "She's young, mate. And she's got a lot to learn. Which is why I'm givin' you this."

Constantine pulls a worn leather bag from behind the pew, the straps patched and fraying. He tosses it to Nightwing, who catches it and looks inside. The bag is filled with old spell books, their covers cracked and edges singed, as well as a few small, glowing artifacts, Nightwing placed his hand in, and felt his arm suck in to the point where it came up to his shoulder.

"That's everything she'll need to get started. Spells, rituals, protections." Constantine said "Some of it's harmless, some of it's lethal, so don't let her get too far ahead of herself. Don't bother giving them back, I know them better than the back of my hand and I have copies. But if she sticks with it, she'll be ready when the time comes."

Miss Martian raised an almost hesitant eyebrow, "And if she's not?"

Constantine's eyes harden, his voice dropping low. "Then we're all screwed." He sighs as he lit up another cigarette "Take care of her. And yourselves. I've got a feeling we're all gonna need it. And even I am not sure if I can be of much help when the worst comes to worst."

Without waiting for a reply, he turns and walks out of the church, his silhouette disappearing into the encroaching night. The team is left standing with Raven, the weight of Constantine's words settling over them.

The flickering candlelight casts long shadows on the stone walls. Raven stands near the altar, her hood pulled up, her expression unreadable as she stares at the team. They are gathered near her, each trying in their own way to connect with her and speak with her. The weight of Constantine's words lingers in the air, and the team exchanges uncertain glances before Nightwing steps forward.

"Raven, right? Look, I know this is a lot. But we've been through stuff like this before—dangerous situations, people who don't feel like they belong. Trust me, you're not alone in this."

Raven said nothing, her eyes narrowing slightly as she closed them again to get back to her mind. Nightwing shifts awkwardly but continues. "I'm Nightwing, by the way. Leader of the team. And these are some of the best people I know. We've got your back." Raven doesn't respond. The silence grows heavier, and Miss Martian gently steps forward, her tone soft and kind.

"Hi, Raven. I know how it feels to be unsure about things. When I first came to Earth, I didn't know if I'd ever fit in. But I found a family here. And you can, too." Miss Martain said like a mother.

Raven glances at her briefly but still says nothing, a flick of a smile on her face. Miss Martian's smile falters slightly, but she doesn't press further. Seeing the lack of progress, Bart steps in, his usual energy on full display.

"Hey! So, I'm Bart. Kid Flash. Fastest guy in the room—well, technically, fastest guy anywhere. And I've gotta say, you've got this whole mysterious vibe going on. It's pretty cool."

Raven tilts her head slightly, but there's no change in her expression. Bart keeps going, undeterred.

"So, here's the deal. You should totally come with us. We've got a sweet base, plenty of snacks, and trust me, the team's way more fun than they look. Except maybe Nightwing. He's kind of a buzzkill." Bart said with a smile

Nightwing looked at Bart with a deadpan expression "Thanks, Bart." He mumbled

"Anytime!" Bart said gleefully.

Raven still doesn't respond. Bart looks back at the others, shrugging dramatically. "Tough crowd."

Superboy stepped forward as he knelt down to look at Raven in the face "Hello, My name is Conner, but you could call me Superboy." He said as he extended a hand "Look, I know that you might be going through a lot, believe me I have been through a lot myself." He coughed as he continued to look at Raven as if unsure on what more to say "The thing is we can help you. We helped so many young people like you, and I think that well…whatever the hell is coming, we can help you with it too…"

Raven looked away as if ashamed to say anything. As Superboy sighed and walked away "I flew here at the last moment for this…" He mumbled.

Starfire stepped forward, her eyes glowing faintly "Friend Raven, I believe you would find great joy among us! I have only been with them for only a day or two and I am friends! We are friends and friends support one another. Perhaps I could share with you the ways of my people, and you could teach me of yours!"

Raven looks at her for a moment, as if considering her words, but she still doesn't speak. Starfire's enthusiasm dims slightly, and she steps back. The team begins to murmur among themselves, unsure of what to do next.

From the back of the group, Beast Boy steps forward, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something quieter and more thoughtful. He approaches Raven carefully, giving her space but meeting her eyes.

"Hey, so... I get it. You don't know if you can trust us. Or if you even want to. But, uh, for what it's worth, I think you should give us a chance."

Raven blinks, surprised by his tone. She tilts her head slightly, finally speaking in a low, measured voice. "I don't know if I should come with you. I'm... dangerous." She said more interested in counting the specks of dust on the floor than anything else.

The team stiffens at her words, but Beast Boy doesn't flinch. He nods, crossing his arms casually. "Yeah, well, so are we. Trust me, you're not the first person to think they don't belong. I mean, I can turn into animals. Pretty sure that freaked out more than a few people when I started."

Raven's lips twitch slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if she's fighting a smile.

"Look…" Beast Boy said "Whatever's going on with you, you don't have to figure it out alone. We're a team, and we've got your back. No strings attached, no pressure. Just... come hang out with us. If it doesn't work, you can leave. Simple as that."

Raven studies him for a moment, her expression softening. She finally lowers her hood, revealing her pale face and faintly glowing eyes. Her voice is quiet but firm.
"You don't understand what you're asking. But... maybe you're right. Maybe I shouldn't face this alone."

Beast Boy grins, stepping back toward the group as Raven looks at them with cautious curiosity. Nightwing nods approvingly at Beast Boy.

"Nice work." Nightwing said

Beast Boy grinned as he lightly shrugged "Hey, it's all about the personal touch."

Bart made a mocking look "Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head."

Miss Martian smiled at Raven "We'll help you, Raven. Whatever you need, we're here for you."

Starfire beamed at Raven as she hovered in the air "Yes! You will see, Friend Raven, this is the start of a wonderful new chapter in your life!"

Raven nods slightly, still guarded but clearly more at ease. The team begins to gather their things, preparing to leave the church and as they step outside, Raven glances back at the flickering candles in the church, her expression unreadable. Beast Boy lingers beside her, giving her a small smile.

"You'll fit in, I promise."

Raven looked down at the ground unsure if she should look at the team "We'll see."

The small hospital room was dimly lit, the hum of medical equipment filling the silence. Thomas Stirling sat on the edge of his bed, his legs dangling, his shoulders hunched. He held a slightly worn photograph in his hand, its edges curling from years of handling. The image showed a group of young boys in soccer uniforms, beaming with youthful energy. At the center was Thomas, the teams goalkeeper, crouched with a confident grin, a pair of glasses that looked half broken and his arms draped over the shoulders of his two best friends Sean and Kenrick.

His gaze lingered on his own smiling face, a younger version of himself, full of life and hope. A stark contrast to the pale, hollow-eyed reflection staring back at him from the smudged surface of the room's window. A faint beep from one of the machines by his bed pulled him from his thoughts, but he ignored it, tightening his grip on the photo.

He glanced around the room, his eyes flicking over the IV stand, the heart monitor, and the oxygen tank tucked into the corner. The faint medicinal scent hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of where he was, and why he was there.

Thomas let out a slow, shaky breath, his fingers brushing over the faces in the photo. "Sean... Kenrick... I wonder what you're up to."

His voice cracked slightly, and he clenched his jaw, pushing back the bitterness rising in his chest. He hadn't seen them in months—his so-called best friends. They'd drifted away when things got hard, too caught up in their own lives to stick around...Sure there were the phone calls, the messages, and the letters and the gifts. But everytime he asked if they could just come and see him in person all he got was exuses and exuses, delays and delays and stories and stories on why they can't come. He knew the two of them were in the city and he knew they were capable of coming in person, and yet...

He shook himself as he swallowed hard, his throat dry as if almost sick with the thought that was about to enter his mind.

His eyes lingered on his younger self, standing tall in his goalie uniform, the number 4 emblazoned on his chest in silver. He remembered the roar of the crowd, the thrill of diving for the ball, the satisfaction of hearing it smack against his gloves.

He was one of the stars in the team, quick on his feet, unshakable under pressure. The kid everyone looked up to, the one who always had a joke or a smile ready. Back then, life was simple—school, practice, games, hanging out with Sean and Kenrick, who were admitldy the real stars of the team. And his coach. Coach Gardner. Loud, brash, and full of fire. Thomas could still hear his voice booming across the field

"Stirling! You're a brick wall out there, kid! Keep it up, and they'll never get past you!"

The memory brought a faint smile to his lips, but it faded as quickly as it came. Thomas stared at the faces of his teammates, their carefree grins etched into the photograph. He imagined them now healthy, happy, moving forward with their lives while he was stuck in this room, tethered to machines.

He hated how jealousy gnawed at him, how it curled around his thoughts like a vine choking out the light. He hated himself for feeling it, but he couldn't help it. What else is he supposed to feel? "They're probably out there, laughing, living it up." He said to no one in particular "And here I am, wondering if I'll even see my 20th birthday."

His grip on the photo tightened, his knuckles white. He thought of Sean's infectious laugh, Kenrick's terrible jokes, the way they used to talk about their futures like they had all the time in the world. And then, with a bitter twist in his gut, he thought of the last time they met. "Thanks for nothing, guys. Real friends, huh?" Thomas said grumbling. He slumped back against the pillows, the photograph still clutched in his hand. The faint ache in his chest wasn't from the machines or the treatments—it was deeper, heavier, a weight that pressed down on him every moment of every day.

Thomas closed his eyes, the sound of the heart monitor steady but faint in the background. He felt the edges of despair creeping closer, the gnawing uncertainty of his future. He didn't know how much time he had left, but it never felt like enough.

"Why me? What did I do to deserve this?" Thomas wispered as if hopeing some god would come down from the roof and answer it to his face. And yet the question hung in the air, unanswered, as Thomas opened his eyes and stared at the photo again. He traced his younger self's smile with his thumb, the ghost of a life that felt so far away now.

For a moment, a spark of defiance flared within him. He wasn't the kid in the photo anymore, but maybe—just maybe—he could still find a way to fight. He didn't know how, and he didn't know if it would matter, hell he had no idea how to fight it...but the thought was enough to keep him holding on.

He slipped the photo under his pillow and lay back, staring at the ceiling. The hum of the machines surrounded him, but he didn't notice. "I'll figure it out. Somehow."

Thomas laid down in his bead in the dim light, his thoughts heavy but his resolve flickering faintly like a dying ember, waiting for something—or someone—to reignite it.

The team sits at a cozy outdoor table at The Salty Anchor, a small but charming pub overlooking the Port Sapph harbor. The faint smell of saltwater and fresh fish drifts in the cool breeze, mingling with the aroma of fried food. Locals shuffle in and out, exchanging friendly nods with the pub staff.

Beast Boy, seated at the end of the table, pokes at his veggie burger, trying to get the last bit of sauce evenly distributed. Beside him, Bart munches on a massive plate of fish and chips with a side of curry while animatedly chatting about their potential news mission. Nightwing, Miss Martian, Superboy, Aqualad, Starfire, and Raven are spread around the table, enjoying their meals or trying to, in Raven's case, as she quietly sips a cup of tea with a small piece of cake in front of her.

Bart smiled as he shoed more food into his mouth "I gotta say, this fish and chips lives up to the hype. Crispy, flaky, perfect. Not to mention this curry is a treat for the gods! I'd give it a solid nine out of ten."

Beast Boy tilted his head teasing "Only nine? What's missing, gourmet sauce?"

Bart grinned "Obviously. Everything's better with a little extra spice, BB."

Aqualad chewed on his curry, his voice calm "I agree the meal is excellent. Though I must admit, I am still adjusting to the way surface dwellers prepare seafood."

"Why do you make fish swim into your mouth?" Bart said while chuckling

"No, I make them cook themselves first." Aqualad said sarcastically

Starfire ate her food enthusiastically "I find this meal delightful! This curry is like a fire in my mouth! And these meats are quite filling! Though I am uncertain why this is served with this thick paste of yellow."

"That's tartar sauce." Nightwing said "It's meant to go with the fish."

Starfire dips a chip into the tartar sauce and eats it thoughtfully. Then she enthuiasticlly drank the sauce like a shot glass "Ah, most pleasing! I shall request more of this sauce!"

Nightwing smirked "Just don't get too attached. We might not find it back at the base."

Raven remains mostly silent, observing the team as they joke and laugh. Her gaze drifts toward the harbor, where a tiny ferry makes its way across the water. Suddenly, a loud crunch echoes from the distance as the ferry strikes a submerged rock. The boat jolts, and passengers scream as water begins to pour into the hull.

Raven's eyes narrow. She places her tea down calmly, the motion so quiet and subtle that none of the team notices.

Without even moving, Raven raises her hands, her cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. A faint purple glow surrounds her, and the air hums with energy. Her voice is low and steady as she whispers a spell, her glowing eyes fixed on the sinking ferry.

Almost instantly black tendrils of magical energy shot out of her hands, snaking down into the ground and across the water like a torpedo. The tendrils wrap around the ferry, gently lifting it out of the ocean like some sick crane game, and then precise, deliberate movements, the dark energy morphing into solid material to seal the damage on the hull that it looked as good as new.

Within moments, the ferry is stabilized, floating safely on the water. The passengers cheered, completely unaware of the silent figure on the shore who saved them.

A small flicker of a smile appeared on Ravens face as she blinked rapidly to realised that the entire team was staring at her in shock, Aqualad, Superboy and Nightwing looked as if they were halfway getting up until they froze on the spot.

"Did you just…" Aqualad said, trying to comprehend what he saw.

"Friend Raven had just…" Starfire said trying to understand what she saw

Bart grinned "Okay, that was awesome! You just saved a whole boat full of people without even breaking a sweat. We officially have a new magic user on the team!"

"I wasn't trying to impress anyone. They needed help." Raven said more interested in scooping sugar into her tea

Bart laughed "And you delivered! You're like a walking, talking cheat code. Now all we need is a Lantern to complete my dream team."

Miss Martian smiled "Bart, you have been talking about this 'dream team' since we met Starfire. What is it with you with magic users and Lanterns?"

Bart grinned goofily "Think about it! Speedster, magic user, Lantern—it's the ultimate combo for pranks. Imagine a Lantern making monster constructs, Raven enchanting people's stuff, and me delivering the chaos at super speed. We'd be unstoppable! Come on, a man can't have a fantasy can he?"

"Bart." Miss Martian said sternly

Raven turns to Beast Boy, her voice low and unsure. "I didn't really want to make a scene."

Beast Boy shrugged "Sometimes you can't help it. You did good, though. Those people are safe because of you."

Raven sighed "It doesn't change what I am. Or what might happen."

"We don't even know what you are really." Beast Boy said "For all I know you could be Merlin's daughter or something."

Raven sipped her tea and for a fraction of a second Beast Boy thought he saw her smile, but it was replaced by her more cold expression.

"I don't want to talk about that." She said grimly

Beast Boy shrugged "Yeah, well, that's tomorrow's problem. Today, you're the hero who saved a boatload of people. Take the win, Rae."

Raven blinks at the nickname but doesn't protest. A faint, fleeting smile tugs at her lips before she pulls her hood up again and made an excuse as she went to the bathroom.

Bart throws an arm around Beast Boy's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear.

"You're gonna have to step up your game eh, BB. Raven's making you look bad." Bart said

"Hey, don't knock it. I'm just glad she's on our side." Beast Boy said

"Yeah yeah yeah, I can see love birds when I see one." Bart said

"What." Beast Boy said stunned but at that point Raven came back and sat back down.

Starfire claps her hands together, beaming. "This was the most glorious! Friend Raven, you are truly remarkable!"

Raven, still quiet, looked away her thoughts her faint sound of cheers from the ferry passengers echoing across the harbor.