raven. first guess is that it’s a nickname, an alias ; either to protect one’s true identity or simply to give one’s darker side a name. brain rushes, searching for something vaguely familiar, a matching accordance. little extraordinary activity goes on in the country, in the WORLD, without A.R.G.U.S. getting their hands on information. and so there’s a thread that slowly comes to mind. blurry at first, but then he remembers ————————
it’s something that he’d only heard of. and it must have been years ago. they had called themselves… ‘teen titans’ ? well, she’s not a teen anymore. waller had never sent him or anyone he knows of to investigate further. so he had never crossed their path. yet somehow HER ALIAS had stuck in his mind ( right. hers was the witch - like thing. ) because they’d said she was unstable in moral alignment —— a potential problem. or something of that sort.
right now, however, he couldn’t care less. what she did was to help him, perhaps even save his LIFE. figure straightens finally ; eyes remain cautious, unsure how to reveal what he could know IF she is who he thinks. ‘ rick flag. ‘ he pauses, the following line having proven to make most frown. ‘ i work for the government. you are raven ? “the” raven ? …the titans ? ‘
THE RINGING FAMILIARITY IS UNSETTLING, and any forward movement to facilitate an air of safety, of kindness, is stunted just as quickly as it had come. long ago had she stripped herself of any loyalties : to the titans, to her father, to herself. consistent endangerment of the ones she cared for ensured the lack of platonic and romantic flourish alike. she had lost her love, she had lost her friends. what right had she to be part of a team ? a demon devoid of faith ------ just as one should be. unstable moral alignment was a wicked understatement.
❛ ---------- not anymore. ❜ her feet ache, ache, ache ; they beg her to run, uneasiness a tyrannical resonance in her girth, fueled by a bedlam of the long - since - gone. a creature of discord, yes, but such tumult did little beyond inspiring simmering nausea. ❛ i haven’t spoken to, or of, the titans in years. ❜
A STEP BACKWARD : SHE WAVERS. ill at ease, though her knees try as they might to sustain a sliver of stability. ❛ what do you want from me ? ❜
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