The first sense that came back was my sense of smell, and the scent entering my nostrils was…sterile, like the smell of a hospital.
My hearing was next, and I heard a few distant voices. Three in fact, all male. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, and when I tried to move, I found myself pinned by something. ‘Some idiot tied me to a table,’ I thought. I started to rock the table back and forth, making quite a bit of noise. Lucky for me, my noise-making started to attract my captors’ attention, as there were footsteps heading my way. Fairly fast, too.
The wall to my left opened, giving me light to see and letting me know where the door was. In stepped two men whom I’d become quite acquainted with in recent times: Johnathan Crane and Dick Greyson.
Dick put his hand on Johnathan’s shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered something, then Johnathan left, closing and locking the door behind him. Leaving me alone with Bird-Brain.
“She’s awake. What should I do to her?” Scarecrow muttered, gazing at me with a dreadful look in his eyes. Dick put his hand on Scarecrow’s shoulder and Johnathan woke up again. “I apologize for that,” he whispered, then exited through the open door, leaving me alone with the bird.
“I want out of these binds. Now!” I snapped.
“No, Morrigan. Not after what you did,” Dick calmly replyed.
“Not this again, Dick. What happened, and why am I here, not with him?”
“First, he thought it would be safer for you here,” he replyed rubbing his neck. “As to what you did, it’d be better to show you.” He grabbed something next to the table, and pushed a button turning on the TV at my feet.
The news was running, talking about Gotham’s annual Billionaire’s Ball this weekend, with the list of who’s gonna be there. Joker had better be taking notes. The screen switched over to a reporter that started talking about the park.
I tensed up immediately.
The park, or more accurately, what was left of the park, was shown next. It was razed to the ground, nothing left.
“What did I do?” I whimpered. Dick started releasing me and I curled into a ball.
“As far as we know, nothing. But you were the only person there, so you’re the only suspect we have,” he said. “In case you didn’t know, Ivy’s gunning for you after that incident with Nightwing, and after leveling her plants in hell-fire, so you’re welcome to come stay at Wayne Manor until we figure all this out.”
I shook my head. “I’d rather stay with Johnny and Eddy,” I mumbled.
“Suit yourself,” he said, opening the door and leaving. Edward came in and sat down next to me.
“Eddy? Can I stay with you?” I asked.
“Promise me one thing first,” he replyed. “No more drinking toxin.”
“Until we figure out what effect it has on me, yes I’ll stop. But I would like to do some testing,” I told him.
“Ask Johnathan, though I don’t think he’d mind taking a stab at you,” he said. I nodded and stood up. Edward held out his hand and I took it, walking out through the door “Also, call me Edward. Johnathan is the only one allowed to call me Eddy.” He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
The light outside blinded me for a few seconds, then my eyes adjusted. The only thing in front of me was a wall, but Edward led me down the hall to a familiar purple-and-green door. He opened it and the visitors inside jumped to attention. Dick and Johnathan were sitting inside, and someone I hadn’t met, who was…mediating? The gentlemen relaxed once they saw me. Edward directed me to the bed, and I sat down.
“Hi, guys,” I said meekly. Johnathan smiled and waved, Dick waved, and the stranger didn’t move. “I don’t mean to be rude, but who is she?”
“I figured you would know her, Morrigan,” Dick said. “She’s one of the Teen Titans, and you seemed to know a lot about them.”
I got confused, considering there were two villains in the room with us, and Dick almost spilled his secret identity. “What, do you think I hadn’t figured out who the Bat family, as you put it, is?” Edward said, smirking. “No harm, no foul. Johnathan knows, too, obviously. As for little Miss Doom-and-Gloom there, everyone knows who she is.”
“Azarath Metrion Zinthos,” she chanted ignoring our conversation. “Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Hello, Morrigan,” Raven said opening her eyes.
She floated toward me and I backed away from her, into someone. I looked up and saw Edward. “She’s just trying to help, kid. She’s the expert on the occult around these parts,” he said.
“No she’s not. Brother Blood is, plus he’s on our side,” I told them.
“Blood knows nothing. He only knows what Trigon tells him, and even then, he takes everything the wrong way,” Raven told me as she sat next to me. I faced her with my back to Edward, and she put her hands on my temples. Then blackness.
‘Where am I?’ I thought.
“We’re in your mind.”
Out of the blackness walked Raven, and around her a world began forming. A world of grey buildings, with random red and blue streaks. “Whatever you think of will come into being, so try not to think of anything that will kill us.”
I nodded and started moving toward her. I wasn’t walking, or running, but floating. Looking down, I saw my dream clothes; a beautiful flowing blue dress with a thick black cloak. I looked up at Raven and saw nothing.
“This way,” I heard behind me. I turned around and followed her over a spiral hill to the park, which looked the way it was when I was there last.
“Are we in my memories?” I asked. Raven didn’t respond so I made a wall appear in her way. She went right through it. I made a solid concrete box around her, and nothing still.
I made the park disappear, and she finally stopped. “Yes, we are in your memories, and the next time you attempt to impede my movements, I will retaliate. Bring it back,” she demanded, turning back to my memory of the park. She just started walking along, and I made a buddy to keep me company (and to annoy Raven); Garfield Logan, AKA Beast Boy. I couldn’t find a voice for him, so he just had speech bubbles.
He walked up to Raven, and poked at her face, played with her cape, and was generally annoying until she picked him up with her powers and threw him through a tear in my mental fabric, I guess would be the term for it? Which both confused and annoyed me, ‘cause things made in my head shouldn’t be able to leave my head, and ‘cause I couldn’t make another of him. So I just made the trip to the park shorter.
“Do you remember this?” she asked, gesturing toward the staff. I nodded, and went to poke at it before she stopped me. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you. Look at your hands.” I did, and saw red sparks, bright against the starkness of my world. I pulled my hands away, and asked her, “can you help me control this? I don’t know what it is, how it gets activated, or anything about this shit.”
“Once we get back to the real world, yes. I can teach you control. For now,” she said, pulling the staff-memory out of the ground (with her powers, of course), “we need to get this taken care of.” The world started shaking and Raven dropped the staff.
“We need to get home, now,” I told her. She agreed, so I made a portal out and out we went.
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