Nightwing tagged me.

Fine, Nightwing I’ll do this but I know you’re only making me do this because you believe that I’m somehow deliberately taking your cookies. Well you’ve got it all wrong, I simply discussed some of my spiritual beliefs with Alfred and he seemed to like them and since then has been giving me cookies. But I’ll do your meme.

Here are the rules: List seven random things about yourself that people may not know.Link the person who sent this to you, and leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.Post the rules on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I like the film The Sweetest Thing.It’s a silly and fluffy film that shows a much more realistic look of women (albeit slightly exaggerated) than most rom-coms do.

2. My favourite movie soundtrack is from Memoirs of a Geisha.It’s a beautiful and mesmerising album with much of the violins done by Yo-Yo Ma and is composed by John Williams.

3. I speak, read and write French, Latin, Ancient Greek, Persian and can speak enough Russian to get by.
And nothing annoys me more than when people pester me in to speaking a language for their sole entertainment.

4. I’m still a virgin.
Now I know you might be thinking ‘well that’s because you’re in a new body and it’s that of a teenager’ but I was a virgin in my second and first body. I have no problem or shame in this, however I do not like 'The Look' that I receive when I mention this and the personal questions that follow.

5. I think the most attractive superhero is Nightwing.Alas, I to agree with many of my female counterparts that he’s very attractive however I think certain people, like Mary Marvel, take it a bit too far when they say they’ll join a nunnery if they don’t sleep with him before the age of 30. A tad too far.

6. I don’t understand why people find Ollie attractive.Let alone how he managed to sleep with so many women, really, did I miss something? Also I heard from Dibny that he wears that hat to cover a bald spot.

7. I have a stuffed hippo.

I'm not going to tag anyone.

Hunger

I could sense pain.
Great pain.
I sensed pain all the time, from passers-by to the Titans but this was different, this was physical pain and its source was here. In the Tower, the hallways, my room, it was…

“Jason?”
“Help me” he wheezed before collapsing on top of me, I pushed him over to my side and glanced at my linen sheets which were now stained with blood. He was still alive, I could sense it but he was slipping away, I pulled my covers off Jason as his breathing became shallow and placed my hand on the wound.

I could feel every fibre of my body absorb the pain, like a sponge submerged in water as his pain along with his wound faded; mine increased until the wound had healed.
“You should be more careful” I curtly said, he lifted himself up and inspected his jacket. “This was my favourite jacket” Jason mumbled, I roll my eyes. “So I assume no thanks are in order, then?” I asked staring at my bloodied hands, “you’re a superhero; you’re supposed to help people. So no, I don’t need to thank you” he bit back still staring at his jacket. “That still does not excuse your lack of manners, I suppose it was a mistake for me to assumed you’d be as courteous as either Richard or Timothy.”

His contorted in to an angry stare “wouldn’t the Titans be a little angry to know you were in bed with a psychopath?” he sneered at me. “Jason, if I’m correct you’re angry. Bitter. But angry. However you are not a psychopath” Jason smirked at my words. “Really, how would you know how I feel?” his cocky voice snipped at me.

A sense of pride overwhelmed me and I used my empathy to feel what he was feeling. However I found nothing. He’d buried his emotions, well, the ones he didn’t want me to feel. “Your feelings are…” I didn’t want to finish the sentence and admit defeat. “Completely buried? Hidden from every nosey empathy or telepath out there?” he gestured at my door. “Yeah, I know. Quite a cool thing, don’t ya think? Fury taught me” his face beamed with childlike pride.

Truthfully I don’t like being beaten, but I could resist saying “you know, I’ll get better and I will find out what you’re feeling. Fury may’ve taught you to hide your feelings but what he hasn’t taught you is how to stop somebody from ripping them out of you. Which I could do quite easily. However that’s not the point.” The lights outside flickered in reaction to my outburst.

Jason laughed “oh so you’re a sore loser? Well that’s cute” it had only just occurred to me that he hadn’t yet left. “I’m not a sore loser, I’m simply very determined” before he could response his communicator went off.

“Hello. Agent Todd here.”
“Agent Todd. We have a situation in West City involving Darkseid, all Agents report to their bases and prepare for situation 197. Over” the line cut off. “Hn. Seems like I have to go. Thanks for the help” he mumbled as he ran out, but as he did I picked up on emotion.

Hunger.

But for what?

Suspended

Have you ever had that feeling where you feel that you've neither won nor loss, even though you've supposedly gained a victory. That strange feeling of suspended motion, where you neither up nor down, high or low, sad or happy, completely neutral.

Though some may assume it's normal to for me feel like that, it simply isn't. I may not show my emotions, but I certainly do feel emotions through myself and others, however I simply restrain them and do not give in to there influence. However, this feeling is confusing to say the least.

Looking back on the events that have taken place over these few days I should be joyous or relieved, afterall not only did the Saiyins annihalate a threat to our planet but saved countless of hostages and yet I certainly don't chare the celebratory mood of those that surround me. That's not to say I'm not grateful for being saved. I most certainly am, however my father's ambigious demise and the fact that I most certainly sense his presence has certainly negated the effects of any happy mood.

I did request that the saiyins leave me at New York city, though Titans Tower is in LA I need some time alone. Though, I should probably use this strange feeling to my advantage and relax, something I haven't done for so long.

Luckily for me the library was practically empty and yet people complain about TV corrupting our youth. After finally finding a dark and quiet place to read in something strange happened.
Raven, get help. We're under attack.

Garfield's voice echoes in my mind as I focused on the voice, Garfield, what is wrong.
There was a brief silence as I waited for his reply, duh. We're under attack, Raven.
I roll my eyes, by whom? I demanded. By Black - the telepathic conversation was suddenly severed. No doubt he'd been knocked out and all of the other Titans were unavailable, in other words knocked out, except for Young Robin who mind was to though congested for me to reach.

But, it seems there is one Titan.

I'm not a goth chick

He began laughing, a dark and sinister atmosphere began to infest the stadium.

"My dear daughter, I'm sorry to have put you in such a state, but you know as well as I do that I do not take kindly to being trapped, especially by my own daughter" his voice grew louder as he began morphing through the large portal. My throat felt increasingly dry as I tried to force some sort of sound out, "you don't look very happy my dear Raven" he coos.

I use my bloodied hands to cover my face and try to focus on the pain in my wrists instead of the presence of my father. "My child, is this the position you take? Yet again you hide from me? Even in the undeniably presence, you could've hidden when I was trapped you insolent little brat but you certainly can not hide now" Trigon said in a infuriated voice as I whimpered and began to curl under my cape.

I sense saiyin ki enter the arena and feel my sense overwhelmed as the portal suddenly closes.

I feel something lift me up with great ease as I squirm to be free of my cape, "put me down" I gasp as I begin flailing. "You, you, don't understand! I can't leave this planet, you can't take me away" I struggle weakly as my vision begins to become hazy. "We have to leave this planet, now" the person tells me my flailing and squirming having no affect. "What, what, what is your" I pause and think of the word that would finish the sentence. "Name?" the voice asks. I nod my head, "Chase Stein, a Runaway" the voice replies. "What are" was I that weak? That I couldn't finish of sentences.

"What am I doing here? Hey, you don't need to be registered to fight evil on this planet" I can sense a brief spurge . "You know, you shouldn't use your hatred as a reason to fight" I say, focusing my empathy on his mantra, he simply ignores me.

"You, know you're pretty hot for a gothic chick" he adds, "and you're obnoxious" I bite back before fainting.