ᑫᵘᵒᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᵛᵉᶰ

❛ My mind is a battleground; whipped and ripped asunder, torn from the very fabric of reality. ❜ (under co) .

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knightwiing:

he was thinking about going back to his apartment tonight.  dick grayson knew no limits,  not when he had been raised and taught by the dark knight himself, so if anything he’d have no problem going on a couple more days suited up in the black and blue,  on surveillance and helping out as much as he could. but he had seemed to come to an abrupt stop;  his muscles felt worn out,  shoulders tense and he was sure if he had another coffee he’d finally pass out from an overdose. at least for tonight he’d allow his conscious to sleep in a bed and shower.  maybe even wear civvies too.  dick never really stayed in said apartment,  not when he had been living in bludhaven for some time now and whenever he visited gotham,  he always crashed at the manor.  but it felt safer to take refuge in his too big apartment with the large glass windows and en suite bathroom and closet.  it wasn’t decorated, but anybody who knew him well enough would be able to tell it was his.

but it is when he’s looked out to the distance,  mentally working out the easiest way to get to his place,  when he detected somebody else present on the roof.  a gloved hand flew to his utility belt before getting to his feet and turning quickly, thinking it either a zombie that somehow made its way to the roof,  or somebody else willing to start trouble.  

but he is incorrect on both parts.  instead,  his jaw fell slack and his hands slowly dropped to his sides.  it was raven.  his insides are filled with an overload of emotions;  happiness,  regret, guilt,  pain.  they run through his bones like electricity and for a moment his mind is completely clouded,  yet racing at the same time.  his eyes hadn’t found hers for so long,  since before, and whilst he was an agent dangerous doubts had poured into the empty spaces in him at night … it had crossed dick mind’s occasionally, would he ever see any of them again ?  yet here she was.  he doesn’t dare to make any bold movements;  his heart is bursting just from seeing her but dick prepares himself for retaliation.  of course,  he knows it will come;  he knows it’s no place for him to say anything in regards to the reactions from everyone he ‘ returned ’ to. so, wetting his lips feverishly,  he took a deep breath and tried one step forward,  shoulders tensing.

❛  it’s me.  dick.  ❜  he sounded toneless, his voice just above a whisper,  but it was the safest option right now.  he wasn’t sure how she’d react if he said it with a smile of all things. so he kept it monotone, sensing her hostility immediately.  however the lump in his throat and slightly shaky breath,  sheepish look,  makes it clear enough he’s apprehensive.   swallowing thickly,  he speaks again,  voice slow, gentle,  calm.  ❛  i swear it’s me.  this isn’t a … joke or anything.  i never left.  ❜  a short pause commences,  eyes darting away from her as he tried to formulate his words appropriately.  ❛  i can … there was a purpose to it.  i had no other choice at the time.  ❜ his chin dropped,  a dejected look on his face,  brows furrowed together in anguish,  jaw clenched,  eyes shut tight.  ❛  i know it will not amount to anything.  but i am sorry.   ❜  

his voice is sorrowful,  heavy with the world on his shoulders and everything else he has carried. the guilt has almost crushed him completely at times,  but he has forced himself forwards, reminded himself of the reasons even though he knows ends do not always warrant the means, unlike his mentor.  but afterall,  dick had agreed to carry out the mission and deal with its consequences, so what did this difference in philosophy matter when he was now standing in front of one of his oldest friends, dearest friend, witnessing the damage he had caused.

she wanted to blink, or pinch herself. something, anything to confirm her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her ( it wouldn’t be the first time ), but she was concerned that if she did, ❛ he  ❜ might have attacked her, or worse, disappear. her eyes were burning at this point, but she kept her face strong, cold. her fists remained clenched, powers visible, despite the perspiration. once he spoke, she couldn’t help herself. she blinked. given the many reactions she could’ve offered, blinking was the least of her worries. when he was still visible once her eyes swiftly reopened, she was thankful, though he wouldn’t be able to tell unless he had recently acquired mind reading abilities. she was so thankful, and so angry. how long had she bit her lip until it bled to prevent any tears, clenched her fists until they were white, and dealt with all of that grief in the unhealthiest of ways for him to be standing right in front of her, perfectly fine?

and, to make things worse ( or, possibly, better ), he never died. she understood the second he said the words i never left; he didn’t need to waste his breath further, and she actually yearned to tell him to shut up. of course she was glad he wasn’t actually dead, and hadn’t died in the first place, but to put his friends and family through that, for what? a good reason? not good enough. at least she let her hands fall to her side, no longer prepared to hurt him. he was real. this, she believed. he was real, and he lied to her, indirectly. still, she would never hurt him. perhaps she should’ve been verbalizing these things, explaining her feelings to her friend, but that would only cause her more anguish. so, she allowed him to finish his sentence, and when he was done, she allowed him to sit there in silence, as she wasn’t offering any words. really, she wasn’t quiet solely to make him suffer, but she was gathering her thoughts. there were many. 

when she finally spoke, her voice was detached, but the message wasn’t. “ why didn’t you tell me? ” she didn’t sound soft in any sense of the word, but it was faint, quite like his. she intended for him to understand without her having to speak more than she preferred. they were friends, and yes, he had plenty of friends, but they’d each told the other some secrets, and she expected him to know without a doubt that she would have kept his secret. she would have taken it to the grave, as she would everything else he had told her. it wasn’t as if she viewed herself as superior to all other friends, because surely some of them could keep a secret or two as well, but he should’ve known how dangerous it would be for everyone if she were to experience emotions of a certain intensity, and his death was certainly intense. she didn’t have to know the why, or the where, just the what. now, she wasn’t sure what exactly she wanted. she wanted him to leave, but she wanted him to stay. it was far too late to pretend as if she didn’t care for him, much as she wish she didn’t. feelings are the worst.  “ explain. ” 

she was well aware he was probably stressed out enough without having her practically scold him. was it justified, some form of karma? she wasn’t certain. all she knew was that he could not walk back into everyone’s lives and expect a welcome back party, but it seemed as if he got that down. he was taking this seriously, as she’d anticipated the second she saw that familiar face. dick, nightwing, robin. would her leader have done this? she, very quickly, discarded these thoughts. it did not matter, he was no longer robin ( apparently, the title went to one damian wayne? ), and the teen titans were no longer a team, despite the love not being lost. they weren’t even teens anymore, but adults, and raven was aware that adults had different responsibilities. he didn’t really need to explain, because, in a way, she understood. she was aware he wouldn’t do this without whatever he viewed as a very good reason, because he wasn’t a bad person in the slightest, but just because he thought it was a sufficient reason did not mean that everyone else believed the same. raven expected him to know this.

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violentiaisms:

        Zombies. Why wasn’t Laura surprised? At this point, she doubted many things would surprise her anymore. The threat the zombies posed didn’t worry Laura much, she and Gabby would be fine. Although, she knew everyone wasn’t lucky enough to be nearly unkillable so she patrolled the streets with her eyes peeled for anyone that might need help. She walked down the street and texted Gabby; Still stay inside. I don’t care if you can handle yourself. You aren’t leaving the apartment without me. After hitting send, she slipped her phone into her pocket. At the sound of footsteps, she said, "Unless you are a zombie, I suggest going inside.“ 

the streets of gotham were becoming easier to navigate for the vigilant woman. she spent her time restraining zombies and helping others get home safely. yeah, kids and adults alike were equally frightened of her, but she was only trying to help them, and eventually they got the memo. when she saw the backside of a figure, she assumed by her  movements that they were human and made the move to help her. by her ensemble, raven’s assumption raised to believe this was a super. or, a villain. she needed to investigate which. “ trust me, ” she began, definitely aware of how untrustworthy she appeared, but then again, the woman couldn’t see her. “ i can take care of myself. ” she stood where she was from behind the woman, expecting her to understand what she was based on her own costume ( because no one really walks around in a hooded cape for the aesthetic ) , as she had just done the same.  “ and you can as well, i presume? ” 

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ofhcllfire:

again, it didn’t take telepathy to piece together this raven’s slight apathy towards the subject – it did take it, however, to sense a certain uneasiness around it, however. the young woman was quite good at concealing her emotions. as emma had learned, and as emma had taught ( not that she didn’t see it as the cause of the death of one of her students – one of her many regrets ), hiding your emotions made you appear all the more powerful… or, in this raven’s case, at least less fazed. “ it does ‘suck’. ” with the ‘top class breeding’ emma had received, and with her own dazzling personality, she would’ve chosen a different word. ‘suck’ didn’t quite cover the legitimate terror of the situation ( not the terror they faced, the terror the undead faced ). subconsciously, emma already knew everything about this raven’s life. she could bring it forth if she so pleased, but that would require more strength than just… having it there. was it really worth it ?? no. it was also ‘unethical’. she rarely utilized that power any longer, although the subconscious role did play a part. it was largely helpful when blackmail was a necessity – a necessity to get into where she longed to be, or to find what she was looking for, etc., etc. ‘teen titans’ – a name that deserved altering. they were still young, but did they look anything like teens ?? no. of course, raven seemed to have retained some of the teen angst. “ you know, i also have a friend with the word ‘beast’ in his name. ” of course, hank was much larger… much older, too. by the time she’d alluded towards raven’s beast friend, she figured she’d had enough fun, and just in time as raven certainly agreed. “ darling, i have seen inside the mind of a cannibal who proceeded to drug my brother. i do believe i’ve seen it all by now, but i’ll offer you your privacy now. ” 

it was transparent that emma frost wasn’t quite satisifed with raven’s answer. that was the point. though herself satisfied, she made no show of it, but she figured it didn’t actually matter if this woman was in her mind. she would never be okay with that, and made a note to avoid emma at all costs should she still find the need to go in there, and to study to find a blocking spell. her annoyance was heightened, though she did find her ability fascinating. just not when it was used on her. whereas her eyes were previously set on the zombie, they looked up to catch emma’s in an expression that could only be classified as vexed. vexed was a safe emotion. it wouldn’t escalate, not for something so...minor. it would take a lot before she would blow up. she wouldn’t do such a thing on her first time meeting someone  — then again, emma wasn’t just anybody, she likely knew everything about raven. the ultimate offense to the woman who prided herself on secrecy. nonetheless, she was positive nothing dramatic would occur. emma was no threat....but certainly no friend. “ want to trade? hopefully, your beast is less irritating than mine. ”  what might’ve seemed like a joke out of anyone else’s mouth seemed oddly serious when spoken by raven. the deadpan stare didn’t exactly help. as emma continued speaking, bringing something up that raven would’ve viewed as too significant to reveal to a stranger ( and, of course, rolling her eyes at the ever-patronizing darling ), raven continued to stare at the woman’s countenance, looking for any sign of a fib.  “ thanks. ” she muttered, the first actual sign of appreciation she had shown during their entire encounter. this, in raven’s mind, was not only for the mind-reading suspension ( if it was true ), but the zombie, too. she just wouldn’t say it, hoping emma would understand. she thought back to emma’s previous comment, about her brother. would she allow herself to believe that? she was on the fence.  “ your brother, is he okay? ”

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@knightwiing

raven had experienced loss only once in her life. she was in her late teens when azar died  — though it did cause her grief, her teacher had prepared her for that moment. her last time speaking to raven included him warning her that this will happen again, and again, and that it’s best to avoid bonds altogether. she should’ve listened. she complied when azar told her how to control her emotions, and what to do when her inevitable death came upon them. but she wasn’t perfect. no, she found love in the titans, and in her mother. they were all reasonably young, healthy, and strong. she knew they could take care of themselves, she was never the doting motherly type. and yet, sometimes, she would allow her mind to drift off into the darkest parts of her thoughts and think….WHAT IF?

then it became a reality. raven can recall the exact moment she received that damned letter. it was sent to ‘ RAVEN, ’ which was strange, because all of her mail had been sent to her alias, rachel roth. she assumed it must’ve been from a titan, because they were the only ones she trusted enough to reveal her location. when she realized this, she was nearly ecstatic. once she opened it, whatever hint of a smile that had previously been set on her face, was removed just as quickly. her eyebrows furrowed as she read this letter, the gist of it being that dick grayson was DEAD. oh. despite the emotions running through her at the speed of light, raven couldn’t grieve like most people, who would’ve screamed, cried, destroyed things, whatever helped. lucky them. raven was forced to keep all of her emotions inside. her form of grieving was meditating; it temporarily stopped her breakdowns more than it helped heal her.

raven never attended whatever events they held for him in gotham. simply put, she didn’t want to. she wanted nothing to do with gotham ever again, the best thing for her would be to forget. though, as the city deteriorated, she realized some things were bigger than her feelings. she had to help. begrudgingly, she went. she had been to gotham once or twice; she didn’t have any extraordinary thoughts about it, especially not now. the town was…crumbling, to put it bluntly. she opted to distract herself with cleaning up the area and helping the locals. with the surprising new addition of zombies, raven found herself hopeful, and this set her up for a fall. she pondered if dick would come back with them. but...would he even be himself? she knew him well enough to know he’d prefer death over losing himself like that. because of this, she planned to never see him again.

things didn’t always work out in her favor. late at night, raven was in the midst of fighting a group of zombies inside an alley. they weren’t an opponent worthy of the somewhat iconic title zombie, she mused as she tied them up with ease. whilst fighting them, raven never had a sense of danger. that is, until one nearly bit her, but this wasn’t due to her own carelessness. it was him! the sudden sight of her friend had her eyes wide and feet stumbling, allowing the zombie to almost let his teeth meet her shoulder. she promptly threw him off, eyes remaining on the discernible figure across the street. on a roof, no less. typical. she thought nothing of the zombies as she walked closer to the building, eventually flying up to land behind him. she was aware the actual dick grayson would be able to sense someone behind him in a second, so she had to react fast if she was going to figure out what was happening, and how it was possible.

she was defensive, shown by the way her closed fists glowed in black. she was definitely prepared to hurt the person who would play such a cruel joke. as she got closer, it became significantly easier to distinguish that he was not an idiotic zombie who had just so happened to stumble upon a roof. this was a human, but was it the human she was hoping for? they looked exactly alike, but she had learned to not be so hopeful gullible. there were many questions running through her mind, far too many for her liking. there was plenty of things to say, to ask, to scream, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was:

“ who the HELL are you? ”

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ofhcllfire:

emma moved away from the undead body, but kept her eyes steady on him. she didn’t fear him – that was not why her eyes remained trained on this creature and/or person. she found herself intrigued by these creatures. for an hour, they’d think the same repetitive thoughts ( even dogs had more creative thoughts ), and, the next, they were conscious in an unconscious vessel. their moments of consciousness rarely lasted more than a minute. “ i would, ” she began. “ can you imagine a life in which, every once in a while, you wake up in a body, mind and memories intact, but in no control of your movements ?? no way to communicate, to say you’re still in there ?? then, as suddenly as you became conscious, you return to some black void. ” emma was not an easy person to scare in any way, shape, or form, but she’d yet to realize just how terrifying that was up until she said it. your history, flashing before you, but with no purpose to it. that was a terrifying thought ( not to mention, she preferred not being a cannibal ). emma chose to ignore raven’s comment. replying with either a sarcastic comment of her own or not, it’d get them nowhere. emma wasn’t acquainted with raven, but she didn’t have to be to know her. it wasn’t ‘ethical’ to always listen in on someone’s thoughts, so she’d dialed that down, but some of her abilities were inherent. she knew raven’s name and the important facts that accompanied it, and, subconsciously, she knew her history, but she would only listen in when she deemed it an opportune moment… because it wasn’t ‘ethical’. “ emma frost, ” she replied, considering extending a hand, but handshakes are so out of style. “ you’re friends with dick, correct ?? ” she assumed she didn’t have to use the man’s pseudonym around raven. ‘oh, emma! don’t be so obvious! it’s rude!’ charles and jean were no fun.

raven’s eyelids drooped as she listened in on this woman’s theory, which sounded a lot like fact. she yearned to roll her eyes, or shut her up, but she allowed her to go on, internally cringing the entire way. “ that sucks. ” she stated curtly. there was plenty more to say, but how could she verbalize it? perhaps coming to gotham was a mistake. how would she be able to help them? she should’ve remained in san francisco, forcing herself to carry on being unattached. she knew that wasn’t a possibility; oh, how her atman would’ve suffered. despite her appearance, she was good. nothing could change this, unless she expressed too much emotion and destroyed the world, but that wasn’t something to fret over in the moment. as she finally received this emma’s name, she nodded as an acknowledgement, thinking nothing much of it. she briefly paused, taken aback with the mention of dick’s name. after that, it wasn’t difficult in the slightest to piece together the puzzle. how she had paralyzed the zombie solely with her mind, how she knew about her friendship with dick despite never having met her before. telepathy? that was fine ( though raven did wish she hadn’t wasted her breath to introduce herself ), but reading raven’s mind? not fine. for the woman who didn’t even let people in her room, this was an invasion of her entire being. she felt naked, almost. she mused that maybe this is the catch. ‘ i helped you, now you let me read your mind and control everything ’ type of thing. she still couldn’t decipher which side emma was on. even neutral wouldn’t be good enough. she scowled.  “ yes. ” she sounded dull, half due to the intrusion and half due to the soreness of the subject. she didn’t want to mention his name, believing nothing would be gained from speaking of the dead. “ it’s rude to enter one’s mind, emma. you might not like what you see in there. ” 

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wcndcrwcman:

although diana certainty had to agree, she was also concerned about how to outbreak as well as the actual difficulty of rounding them up could effect the surviving population. “as far as my observation, they become violent when approached by just about anything. especially humans, they appear to go to the ends of the earth to attempt to, what we believe is FEED, on humans.”

“ do they feed on...other beings? ” of course they had tried to bite her, but they hadn’t yet and she wasn’t sure what would happen if they did. like most people, she didn’t want to experiment with it. she couldn’t imagine why the undead would find her blood appetizing. it was obvious wonder woman had her priorities in check —  she cared for the humans above all, and raven understood this. she respected this. but it felt cheap for everyone to give up on the zombies without attempting to help first. after all, she knew a couple of people who could be one of them. 

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ofhcllfire:

she would not revert to villainy, not when she’d finally made it into a ring of trust amongst her fellow x-men ( for the most part – after all, she’d tried to kill the majority of the ones in the inner circle in the past ). this zombie apocalypse was the perfect way to briefly relive the sensation experienced when she was the white queen – powerful, made to harm. of course, they didn’t have many thoughts left, so nothing could be altered, but they could still experience pain, and they could still experience mental torture. the thought that they were people – or were once – didn’t enter her mind. they were just meat sacks that wanted food and death. it was perfectly fine to hurt something that couldn’t really be hurt – a perfect way to exercise a certain part of her personality without actually hurting anyone !! perfect !! a way to exercise that part without exasperating her life of regret. her counterpart, this raven of power and slight teamwork, still seemed uneasy. as per usual, she was now the cause of this raven’s discomfort. did she still enjoy it ?? anything that made her feel powerful, yes. “ as of right now, they’re dead set on finding their food and either dying or killing. i can’t blame them for the former. ” imagine a life in which you were so very alive, but so very… dead. a life where you would occasionally remember your family and your brightest days and your darkest days and the entire history of you, just to immediately have it all shut off into a void of darkness. who wouldn’t crave death ?? at this raven’s question, emma took such pride in the word ‘strut’. she did, indeed, hope to have the air of confidence that strutting brought off. “ not always. sometimes i just saunter. ”

 raven raised an eyebrow, one of the only signs of emotion she had displayed thus far, as her unknown company began to reply, as if she were inside the mind of a zombie herself. she figured maybe the woman had more experience with the undead than she did. “ you think they want to die? ” this added an awful piece to her already bewildering dilemma. to kill or not to kill. her note certainly didn’t help, but it was obvious it wasn’t done intentionally, so how could she have reprimanded her for it? raven had previously believed they were shells of their former selves, unable to even think. this...changed things, and not for the better. she bit her lip, taking a moment to ponder on this but never forgetting who surrounded her. not only zombies, but an enigmatic stranger. then, she shrugged, appearing insouciant ( and usually, she was ). she could think later, in the comfort of her home, encircled by books. no zombies, and definitely no blondes in sight. later. it wouldn’t exactly be right for her to abruptly leave, especially after she had apparently just been helped. though it would definitely be too difficult to admit, this woman had aided raven with better understanding the creatures that plagued gotham. her eyebrow lowered, leaving her countenance to return to its habitual state. “ cute. ” she muttered in a way that she hoped would be obvious in its sarcasm. this woman was like a sleeker, more elegant garfield, and he was nothing if not vexing. with her, however, raven felt neutral. it hadn’t escalated. “ i’m raven. ” she murmured, her own way of asking for the woman’s introduction. she didn’t have much of a secret identity, since her given name and super name were practically the same ( and really, why would she need it? ), but the cape did provide a sense of comfort. 

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wagnerisms:

the blue fuzzy boy stared intently at plate in front of him. he was still getting used to being in america, the food, the freedom, being able to be himself so he decided to try everything he could. on his plate sat sushi, the food that wasn’t even close to what he grew up eating but a friend had begged him to at least give it a try and he was all for that. kurt picked up one of the pieces with his hands since fumbling around with the chopsticks got him no where and plopped it into his mouth. “Mm-hm..mm-hm… vhat is this taste?”

normally, raven wouldn’t notice frivolous things such as someone’s first time eating sushi. she didn’t care. if it wasn’t for the group of people laughing at the blue man, she wouldn’t have even noticed, too engulfed in her own business, as well as the city’s. her eyes happened to drift to where he sat, sushi in hand and chopsticks spread unevenly. she sighed, watching the scene before her, well aware azar her morals wouldn’t let her walk away despite wanting nothing to do with anybody. they were laughing quite hard. “  sushi. ” she stated, re-positioning herself to face him. she grabbed her chopsticks, and they easily fit into her hands. she picked up of a piece of her own sushi, though she didn’t eat it. “ chopsticks help you pick up the food. it will serve you well to learn how to use them. ”

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ofhcllfire:

even when on the ‘good’ side, emma was well-aware that her presence seemed to be just as cold as her last name. that, combined with her usual ‘battle outfits’ ( or outfits in general ), usually enchanted men; as for most women, a different story could be told. she still didn’t mind the aura she gave off – it made her feel all the more powerful. she didn’t need to read this raven’s mind to pick up on a combination of intrigue and discomfort… granted, they were facing a zombie. now, unlike her counterpart, emma didn’t possess any inherent telekinetic powers, but paralyzation didn’t require telekinesis. ‘no zombie day-care’ – that was funny. “ as long as i please, ” she replied. she walked towards the undead creature and… didn’t really do anything other than focus. she figured paralyzation killed his pain receptors. whether that was a shame or not, she couldn’t tell. “ our new friend should be fine, assuming the other zombies don’t turn cannibalistic. ” technically speaking, they already were, but where’s the fun in that ??

perhaps now was the time to give thanks, raven realized as she sharply watched the woman do her magic. she kept her mouth shut, opting to wait until she was done to see if it was completed correctly. if so, she’d receive raven’s version of appreciation ( which actually never included the word thanks ), and if not? nothing drastic would happen, but raven’s temper would’ve been smaller than usual. she hated wasting time, especially when there was such efficiency to be done. gotham needed plenty of help. yet still, raven found it difficult to trust this woman. maybe it was the smirk on her face, or her aura, but something was off. she didn’t ignore this gut-feeling, but never spoke of it. after the blonde appeared to be finished, raven’s hand slowly dropped,  and the lid was gone. though she showed no sign of it, she was satisfied the zombie remained motionless, and even though she was aware there were possibly hundreds of others just like him, it felt GOOD to have a victory, however small. nonetheless, the question of the year remained in the air, unspoken between the two: now what? no one had all the answers, and if they did, that person couldn’t be trusted. “ that is a possibility. no one actually knows what they’re capable of. ” the zombie before them was of little concern to her. now  — it was her. exactly who was she? though raven could’ve happily lived without social interaction, something within her told her to investigate. “ do you often strut when surrounded by zombies? ”

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hcmeschooled:

damian glanced at the zombie and wrinkled his nose in disgust. surely it was the al ghul in him, but damian had never been afraid to make tough calls when the situation called for it. he sighed.  ”i’d end him if i were you. you can’t save him, he’s already dead. there’s nothing to be done.“ he said, shaking his head. before running into her, damian had been trying to help as many people and animals as he could. “we should focus on the living right now. however, my father would probably try to convince us to save him. so, how long can you control him? we could lock him up somewhere.“ 

raven carefully studied her company. a child? yet he spoke with the wisdom of an elder, despite the revulsion written on his face. after carefully ignoring the comment about his father ( this was a sore subject for the woman, and oddly too personal for her taste ), she spoke up, directly opposing his former response. “ he was once living, too. they all were. there must be a way to help them. ” few people looked at raven and thought, hey, this girl looks like an optimist! and few people would look at him, and think the opposite. raven figured people should know better than to judge a book by its cover, and she didn’t care to inquire as to why he had given up on the zombies. “ long enough. ” her answer was terse, much like her former self in azarath. she shook her head, more so to rid herself of those thoughts than to disagree with him, again. “  but where? i’m not familiar with this area. ” even that felt like too much information, but it was a necessary addition to the conversation.

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wcndcrwcman:

coming across the scene, diana was in slight awe at this hooded figure’s ability. though she did not have the TIME to admire it at this point, hearing the woman’s voice call out to her. “this,” diana exclaimed. “appears to be the only way.” pulling her sword from her armor, diana swung horizontally just below the zombie’s head. it saddened her that this had become the ONLY option in dealing with hem, however, if it were to keep humanity safe, she would follow it. “it appears that by the neck is the only spot that they cannot regenerate or “ live ” without. we have no discovered if their bite is toxic, or if it always transforms the human being into one of .. these.”

an almost inaudible sigh left her mouth as she watched the woman kill the zombie, seemingly with ease. raven dropped her hand, thus allowing the dumpster lid to fall next to the zombie. her eyes returned to normal, and she glanced at who had just helped with a blank, neutral stare. of course raven recognized her. anyone would’ve, lest they lived under a rock. and though she held respect for wonder woman, something didn’t sit right within her as she was keenly aware of the decapitated figure beneath them. “ doesn’t anyone have a space large enough to round them up in? there’s some politicians in this town that could survive without their seventh mansion. ” 

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ofhcllfire:

emma saw the zombies as more of a nuisance than she did as an actual threat. perhaps it was because she’d found a solution of sorts, or perhaps it was because she was just overly confident in herself. either way, she was content when she walked the streets of gotham at her usual, ‘elegant’ pace. if anything truly drastic and truly unexpected were to happen, she always had her secondary mutation to fall back on. her own method of protection came in handy when she found others in need of help. she hated having to be the hero of everyone, but she couldn’t revert – not again. passing by an alleyway, she heard one of those zombies and she heard a woman’s voice, asking for help. walking towards her and taking a look at the situation, the woman had done what she usually did, but apparently there was something different. “ i can paralyze him for the time being, ” she offered, assuming the woman’s telekinetic powers didn’t offer truly stopping the zombie for however long it took – for truly making him go limp. emma, personally” considering the only things he’s thinking about are food and death, i’d say keeping him down is the best course of action. if you kill him, he’ll come back to life; if you release him, he’ll just keep on the course. ”

oh. when faced with zombies or just out of the ordinary things in general, the majority of people reek of fear, literally. the blonde woman’s tranquility was the first clue that she wasn’t normal, either. the second clue came when she offered the paralyze their undead associate. the only response she offered was a slight nod, approving the idea and pondering over the fact that this might be a bad idea. they shared a similar expression, though raven believed she was the only one doing it out of necessity, whereas her company seemed relaxed just because. definitely interesting, but there were other things that had raven’s attention.  “ i can’t sit here all day holding him down, ” she began, glancing between these two equally-unique people.  “ and there’s no zombie day-care i can drop him off at. how long can you paralyze him, exactly? ” that would definitely be helpful  — that’s if she was telling the truth.

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ZOMBIES. of all the things that could’ve occurred in gotham, raven never would’ve expected the resurrection of the dead to be one of them. even she, an actual demon with an alien friend, found herself in disbelief as she heard the newscaster on the tv inside the coffee shop she frequented speak of it. she saw one moments later, and then they didn’t stop coming. all of them —  revolting little creatures. while most others were running, screaming, or watching from their windows, raven blocked them out and knew what she had to do. she ran into the nearest alley, took out her cape that had previously been kept safely inside her book-bag ( for this reason exactly ), and slipped it on. she hid the bag behind a dumpster, and ran back into the street. they seemed to be everywhere. raven watched with a neutral expression, unsure of where to begin. she didn’t have much time to decide; one ran right at her. of course, she fought him off, and did so well, but after he had been pinned by a dumpster lid ( yes, the same dumpster that hid her possessions ), she wasn’t certain on her next action. should she kill him? no, no, that’s MURDER, right? he was once human, after all. even if she was going to end him, how? raven hated asking questions, she hated not knowing what to do. and yet, there she stood, using telekinesis to hold the zombie down, looking for the first person who appeared stable enough to help. when she saw them, she wasted no time in asking, face deadpan despite the emotions flowing through. confusion, annoyance, slight humiliation. “ what do you think my best course of action is here? preferably before another one comes up and tries to eviscerate me. ”

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batxknight:

this was undoubtedly one of the worst things that had ever happened to gotham city and yet, bruce couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was going to survive -  it had to. (however, someone had to come up with a plan against the undead, preferably one that included a cure.) unmasked, the dark knight stood on the edge of the city hall’s rooftop, his hand on his grapple gun in case he needed to make a quick exit. when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him, bruce stood still.  “did you close the door?” he asked the person standing behind him. he could only hope that the undead had not found him. “we don’t want them to get inside.”

sometimes, home didn’t feel like home. as her name implied, raven felt much more liberated when dealing with air, even if the walls of her studio apartment did provide a sense of comfort. this time gave her the opportunity to explore gotham. her mother’s hometown. with all of the tragedy occurring, she was half-tempted to say she wasn’t impressed, but she knew better than to judge a location based on its unsavory residents. she hadn’t expected or necessarily yearned for company whilst on top of the city hall building ( with the intention of peaceful meditation ) and the universe placed HIM in front of her. glad the universe has a sense of humor, the thought sounded bitter in her own mind though there was no actual resentment there. he wasn’t as scary as people placed him out to be. or maybe he was, because his words had her doubting herself  — she quickly noticed she had closed the door, but something about him made her double check. she wouldn’t make him aware of this fact. “ so is this the official cancellation of the tea party i was holding in their honor? what a pity. ”

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ayalavevo:

“it’s gonna be okay..you’re gonna be safe, i promise.” ava whispered, holding the small child against her as she quietly made her way through the quiet streets. she hadn’t been here longer than a day and she hadn’t a clue as to where she really was or what was happening. but her main concern was getting the child to safety, yet she had no clue where to go. she was thankful she’d gotten the child to quiet down or she feared more of the dead would come about. “you’re gonna be just fine kiddo. don’t even worry.”

raven thrived in the dark. because most crimes happened once the sun went down, this made being a hero impeccable. but things didn’t continue as such, not anymore. that would definitely be an adjustment, and until further notice she’d just continue her nightly patrol. there was always someone in need, and raven found them, two figures with confusion etched on their gait. something within raven’s mind did not register the adult as a hero. she automatically made the assumption before her was an older sister comforting their sibling, and thus her own hero instincts kicked in. though she was well aware her demeanor wasn’t exactly what one hoped for when seeing a hero ( or heavens forbid she was mistaken as the female batman ), she couldn’t care less. they needed help, everyone did. “ are you two lost? are you hurt? ”

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MOODBOARD ( I ) ▼ RAVEN ROTH

“ don’t let your emotions get in your way. ”

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hello all, i’m jae && under the cut is basically rae’s entire life story!

raven is originally from azarath; she is half human & half demon ( born to evil wicked scary demon trigon & innocent arella from gotham....match made in heaven ) she was raised to suppress her emotions so that’s why she’s so ~boring~ she was just raised to believe that any strong emotion would unleash some demonic power that no one wanted released so she’s VERY tranquil & may even appear rude but she’s actually a good person she knows her morals and always sticks to them in the sense that she hates killing & only uses her abilities if necessary...she may actually be a demon and look terrifying but she’s literally the type to save a kitten from a tree just don’t mention it bc she’ll end you

 personality wise the same as usual and her main arc the same ( bc it’s how she met the titans of course ) but most of her arcs are literally insane and would destroy everything ??  so her father is still totally evil no au could change that  - she met him in her late teens. she was practically raised by azar ( a spirtual leader in azarath ) but when he died, her mother began to raise her & this is where the formerly distant women became very close.....but  then she met her father, who wanted to go to her dimension bc he sucks but she vowed to stop him

thus the POWERPUFF GIRLS NEW TEEN TITANS WERE BORN!

kidding but really this is when she met the titans & they helped her ( in this moment, trigon is dead at least that’s what raven thinks ) & since then she has loved every single one of them even though love is a terrifying emotion for this girl like seriously she is so picky she probably could never love anyone but the 5 ppl she already does

fun fact: she’s asexual  

so that’s a very basic summary ( my eyelids are drooping as i write this ) but i hope it helps you guys get to understand her a little better~let me know if you’d like to plot :))