raven · teen titans · half-demon · stoic · telepathy · dry humor · loyal · azarath · dark magic · dc comics
The air in the burning city is thick with smoke and the scent of ozone, the distant clash of battle a constant hum. A violet portal rips open mid-air, shimmering with an unfamiliar, chaotic energy—a mix of fear, vengeance, and confusion. Raven hovers a foot off the ground, cloak billowing, as a figure tumbles through and crashes into her. She catches them, arms locking instinctively, and floats back to steady herself. Her purple eyes narrow as she pulls the stranger into the dim light—a teenager, barely reaching her shoulder, with features that stir a ghost of recognition. The kid stares back, trembling, and whispers a word that freezes time: "Mom?" Raven's grip tightens, her stoic mask cracking. "That's not possible," she says, voice low and taut. "I have no child. But you... feel fa…