Cigarettes and Sinners.Robin sighed as he opened the door to the roof. He was instantly met with a cool breeze that washed over his face setting his mind at ease. The moon was high in the sky illuminating the area and sending shadows into the unknown. Although a little chilly, this was just what he needed to clear his thoughts. With a mumble of something noncommunicable under his breath he chose a spot against the wall and allowed his back to meet it's unforgiving surface. A smirk grew on his face as he pulled his box of cigarettes out of his belt and opened the box. After much contemplation he chose the one on the far end and pulled it out of it's place with the others. His hands were steady as he put the box back in it's rightful place and pulled out his lighter.
He knew that cigarettes were bad for him, he really did. The habit had grow on him as a young kid, and he could never shake it. He had tried patches, gum and all the other "instant fixes" but none of them stuck. This was his vice, and although he
Promise MeA thick cloud of smog covered the dark warehouse, it slightly burned the Empath lungs and made her cough. The sharp smell of rust, sweat and burning rubber lingered in the air and only made her stomach churn in disgust. Her eyes looked at the hanging lamp that swayed and cast it light around the room. It was the heat of battle twenty minutes into it and she was already cursing her leader under her breath. She held her cape tight as she step forward expecting to be attacked at any moment. It her right hand she gripped her lifeline and kept the soft static going hoping that a familiar voice would announce itself over the static.
But it didn't.
Anxiously she turned a corner and saw her friend sitting on the ground. She crept forward her eyes darting around as she drew in closer to the man. As she neared she saw the reason for his lack of stature, the robot was currently using his finger as a blow torch. His left leg completely a miss while his right one was open exposing wires and electri
SunsetFour weeks. That's how long it had been since, she had seen his goofy infectious smile. Beast Boy or Changeling as he went by now, was on mission in France. A "simple assignment" that was currently turning into the longest weeks of Raven's life. She had a hard time admitting it but Gar had her heart and it's hard to breath when your heart is thousand miles away from your body. Her fingers drummed on the table, her gaze fixed at the screen of her laptop. The browser was open and she couldn't help but watch the little blue circle as it spun automatically refreshing the page. Still no, new unread message popped up. Sighing she moved her finger to the track pad and manually refreshed the page not believing that it was doing what it seemed to be. Perturbation swelled in her chest as she glared at the screen. Gar never miss sending her the weekly email. 4:03 AM right on the dot. He was consistent and predicable. He never when into great detail about what was going on in Paris, merely mention
Whispers in the DarkHer violet amethyst eye pried themselves open, as her weak voice called out that one word that her tongue loved to taste. Shaking and panting, sweat pooled on her grey skin soaking her sheets. Her hands gripped the covers as her eyes desperately searched the pitch black. They didn't seem to adjust in the darkness as she felt like she could actually reach out and touch the darkness that loomed around her. Shuttering she responded again.
Her brain seemed to be stuck on replay, stilling the last few imagines of his lifeless mangled body. A cry echoed into her chest as she turned side to side. Suddenly she felt him. His over whelming presence hit her cold body in a wave. His happy carefree emotion drowned into her as she felt him pull her back down into the bed. Her heart hammered into her chest as she drank in his comforting soul.
"Shhh." his warm soothing voice whispered in her ear. "Just a bad dream go back to sleep love." he ordered. She let out a sigh and