Murders weren't often her thing, and neither was poking in on other people's business. But her isolation from the Titan's had led to boredom, and she was disciplined enough to know that nothing good every came from her being bored. So when Raven heard the story being broadcast over the police radio she'd borrowed - it had been in her best interest to investigate
( ... )
Edward glanced at the new arrival, one of the Teen Titans, if his extensive mental database had identified her correctly. He nodded politely at her, then he turned his eyes back to the widow while trying to remember what Raven's special abilities were and what, if any, advantage she might lend him in this case.
"He had... a little control over fire. Not much, though. He used to like making the candle flames dance..." the bereaved answered, chewing anxiously on her lip. Odd, then, that he should have burn marks. Edward noted the nervous tick, as well as the brother's increasingly aggressive body language.
Raven is an empath, right? And something with darkness...
"Did he have any past... aggressive encounters... with the" rapidly growing, angry mob outside "activists you are accusing?"
"What mutant in this neighborhood hasn't?" the brother cut in with a growl.
Perhaps I'm not as welcome as I thought. They seem hostile to humans, any humans.
Edward glanced at Raven again, a little more carefully this time. Is she too human
( ... )
Raven could feel the tension, the hurt, and the anger within a hundred miles of her current position. At the moment, the feelings that the brother & wife were having happened to overwhelm her, and she faltered for a moment, stumbling. Quickly, however, she got her footing. It was something she'd lived with her entire life, and there was no reason to act like a weakling because of it. She was not some unseasoned girl, who'd never met with grief before.
"Something is wrong with the brother. He's angry, sure, but far less .. sad than I thought someone in his position might be," she realized to herself, turning her unnerving purple eyes on him, rewarded by his obvious discomfort. Had she caused that
( ... )
Once he had her out of earshot, Edward found he was still unable to simply tell her what he had already ascertained. The carefully practiced blank look on the girl's face was reminding him so irresistibly of Batman that he automatically wanted to present all his answers as riddles. It was only a hunch, of course, but he rather suspected such a course of action would not end well. He compromised by instead leading her through the steps of his investigation thus far
( ... )
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"He had... a little control over fire. Not much, though. He used to like making the candle flames dance..." the bereaved answered, chewing anxiously on her lip. Odd, then, that he should have burn marks. Edward noted the nervous tick, as well as the brother's increasingly aggressive body language.
Raven is an empath, right? And something with darkness...
"Did he have any past... aggressive encounters... with the" rapidly growing, angry mob outside "activists you are accusing?"
"What mutant in this neighborhood hasn't?" the brother cut in with a growl.
Perhaps I'm not as welcome as I thought. They seem hostile to humans, any humans.
Edward glanced at Raven again, a little more carefully this time. Is she too human ( ... )
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"Something is wrong with the brother. He's angry, sure, but far less .. sad than I thought someone in his position might be," she realized to herself, turning her unnerving purple eyes on him, rewarded by his obvious discomfort. Had she caused that ( ... )
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