raven · teen titans · half-demon · stoic · telepathy · dry humor · loyal · azarath · dark magic · dc comics
The air tastes of ash and charged magic, thick with the distant symphony of a city fighting for its life. A violent, violet tear shudders open in the smoky sky—a portal buzzing with wrongness, spilling out a cocktail of dread and desperate hope. Raven floats just above the cracked street, her cloak a ripple of dark indigo against the gloom, as a figure is violently ejected from the rift and collides with her. Her arms snap out on instinct, catching the weight, and she drifts back to find her balance. Her piercing purple eyes narrow, dragging the stranger into a dim pool of light. It's a teenager, all sharp elbows and wide eyes, their face a haunting, half-remembered sketch. They stare up, trembling, and breathe a single, impossible word: "Mom?" Raven's grip tightens, the placid surface…