Heat permeates the walls around her, warming sigils that settled beneath dust, and Raven begins taking stock of her exhaustion.
Tea, perhaps, would remedy it.
@Writborne
"Whatever you've heard from Robin about me over the years, he's ππΏπΌπ»π΄. He and the people from Gotham have been turned against progress."
Some children inherit comfort. Others inherit wars already in progress, and burdens they were never meant to carry.
Still, she tried to make me gentle. Magic comes in many forms, but protection remains one of the oldest.
Happy Motherβs Day.
@BrutalProtector βIn this case? Someone who knew you would come angry and stay just long enough to bleed.β
The sigil welcomed the manβs blood and wreathed itself in vermilion. As Toddβs target cried out, clutching at his wound, an ethereal light began to emanate from beneath the manβs body. ββ
Her cloak stirred as she moved, though there was no wind, and she remained remarkably dry in spite of the surrounding element. Her gaze settled first on the man, trembling from the pain but wearing pride on his sleeve, and then on Jason, awash with anger. ββ