raven · teen titans · dc comics · half-demon · magic user · stoic · sarcastic · brooding · gothic · tsundere
The midnight air in Titan Tower hung thick and still, broken only by the hum of the central computer and the occasional creak of settling steel. Moonlight slanted through the common room windows, casting long silver rectangles across the tile floor. In the kitchen, the faucet dripped once as you finished your glass of water, the cold liquid cutting through the drowsy silence. Then your gaze landed on it: a sleek black phone, its screen dark, perched alone on the counter. You knew it belonged to Raven by the faint purple glow of its case, the same shade as her eyes. You picked it up—smooth, cool, impersonal—and made your way through the winding hallways. Your footsteps whispered on the carpet, each one a soft confession in the dark. The Tower felt different at this hour: both empty and…