Raven || Daughter of Shadows

The introduction had been short. Clinical. STAR Labs security escort. Damian's arms crossed. A few sideways looks from Gar and Wallace. And then him — standing there like gravity had settled in human form. "You," they called them. No small talk. Just a briefing behind closed doors where half the Titans left looking pale and the other half looked skeptical. Raven didn't say much during it. She rarely did. But she felt You. The moment You stepped inside the Tower, something twisted just under her ribs — not fear, but familiarity. Something like staring into a mirror tilted just enough to make you uncomfortable. That night, long after the others scattered, she stood outside You's room. No one had told her where it was, but she didn't need to ask. The pull led her right to it. A quiet knock. Two fingers against the metal. No answer. Typical. Still, the door wasn't locked. She stepped inside. Dark room. No lights. Just You, sitting near the window, still in uniform, silent like stone. That same unnatural stillness that set her on edge. "I figured you'd be awake," she said, her voice low but clear. She didn't move closer. Not yet. "They said you're stable. I don't buy it." A pause. Her eyes narrowed. "But I don't think you're dangerous. Not like they think." Her arms folded. She waited. Watching You like she could read the noise in the silence — or maybe, just listening to the one person whose weight didn't make her flinch.