That night Raven had decided would be the night she grace the new 'Jewel's Galore' with her presence. Now, sitting atop the building opposite of the Jewel's Galore, Raven sat on the roof, a foot dangling over as the other was merely bent against her chest.
Clad in the Red-X suit she had fined to her liking, Raven exchanged the head mask to a mask that covered everything from the bridge of her nose and down. A sharp X was drawn on the mouth. Raven had left the cape, finding it much easier to escape without the disturbance of a cape flapping into a censor of some sort. Black boots, black spandex suit that went all the way to her fingertips, and a black belt, and Raven was satisfied. The copy of a red X was shown on her chest as well.
Raven watched the scene with sharp Amethyst eyes, her now shortened level hair flapped arrogantly against her wishes with the wind. Cops littered the scene with yellow tape aligned in all possible routes, making it impossible to enter. Resting her chin on her propped knee, Raven sighed. Again, only cops.
It was dark out, midnight to be precise. The full moon was behind her, and it was impossible to not notice her silhouette of her sitting form if one wanted to gaze at the white foreboding planet. Absolutely impossible. But even so, no one noticed her.
'How stupid.' Humans lacked eyes, if not brain.
Raven lazily watched a cop come running out with a plastic bag, inside was black material. On the bag was written, 'Clue' in big black letters. The officer began to talk to another, placing the bag within his partner's hands.
"Took you long enough." Raven drawled out. White steam-like air filtered from Raven's mouth into the cold November night as she spoke. She had placed a sure-fire clue on the desk in the corner, below the place she had broken into.
'Oh? What's this?' Raven's head itched to turn, but she didn't move. Her eyes moved to the right corners of her eyes, as if that would give her any better visage of the presence behind her. Raven was disgruntled at the growing urge to turn around, but remained put. Looking back out infront of her, Raven waited.
The presence was moving closer and closer to her form. And once a solid black boot made it on the ledge she was sitting on, her eyes roved over them. Could it be?
"Nice night to look at the stars, am I right?"
Raven shut her eyes in satisfaction, a small smile playing on her lips. "It is."
Feeling him look down at her, Raven opened her eyes. "And what would bring you out here this late at night?" She asked, playing clueless.
"Nothing but a couple of stars."
Silence ensued.
Raven noticed him look back down at the Gotham streets. Feeling the wind pick up, Raven watched a woman zip her jacket up below them. Briskly walking, the woman looked nervous. It was obvious why.
"I'm sorry for your loss." Raven voiced suddenly.
Nightwing looked back down at the crown of the purple haired youth. "Loss?"
"I heard in the paper you lost your memories…"
"Oh." Nightwing looked up. Was it really ok to be conversing with the enemy? "I can deal."
"Really?"
Nightwing looked down at her again, expecting to see the irregular color of the woman's hair (since she so obviously refused to look up at him), only to see two amazingly deep matching eyes.
Pain ensued as Nightwing winced visibly. It felt as if a part of his brain was being poked at…
--"I know how you feel Raven." He set his warm grip on her shoulder assuringly. "He'll come back."
And with that, he stood up, but not before he felt a light, shy almost, tug on his index finger. Robin turned to Raven, who averted her eyes to the man infront of her.
"Thank you."
"For what?" He asked, surprised.
"For the assurance. And for tucking me into a warm bed everynight. You no longer owe me the infinite number of millions or the desires of my heart." She said with a warm smile. Robin smiled back, and held his temptation from bending down to give her an innocent kiss. But he knew that's not what she needed now.
Raven stood up next to him, and unwillingly let go of his hand, as they went to their designated rooms in silence. --
They were basked in silence as Raven stood. Her movements were consciences as she turned on the narrow ledge, and stepped off.
"You should get inside, it's getting breezy." She muttered before making her way across the roof.
Nightwing turned half-way, looking over his shoulder. He watched her walk away, not knowing when a good time to strike would be.
But even as his masked eyes watched her slowly walk away, knowing she was recommending a game of chase, his mind was some where else.
'Why did it hurt so much to look into her eyes?'
Raven landed in a low crouch within a small hobo-filled alley. Standing up and looking at her surroundings impassively, she began to walk. Many eyes watched.
Finally snapping out of his thoughts, Nightwing ran to the opposite edge of the building, knowing she had jumped off.
Letting his feet do the rest of work, Nightwing jumped off. His feet pushed together to cut through the air friction.
Almost suavely, Nightwing landed with a care thump behind the pondering criminal and smirked. He found her staring at the homeless citizens of Gotham…was there a look of remorse on her face?
Right when he was about to grab her, she moved.
Raven ran quickly out of the alley, easily pivoting on her heel, turning left. She could hear Nightwing following stead fast.
But something stayed in her mind…
Those people didn't have make-up on their face. No, they were real homeless people. And she wondered why.
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