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[right][color=9e0039][b]San Francisco: Titan's Tower[/b][/color][/right]

Raven focused her mind and was only concentrating on her breathing and had finally centered herself when she heard wet feet slapping against the concreate roof of Titan Tower. The teen opened an eye and watch the red clad teen in sunglasses move to the ground to dry off. She didn’t mind him and was about to begin her mediation, however, he began to speak to break the silence. Raven made a mental note, [i]trying to be unnoticeable makes you noticeable. [/i]

It was a long moment before Raven, [I]is this an insult, or an attempt at humor?[/i] She allowed herself to feel the other teens emotions, she could feel  guilt, jealousy, happiness, and hopefulness. The empath, however, did not feel spite and decided he was trying to be humorous. 

[color=004b80][b]“No, I do not have an alias, for I do not have a secret identity to protect. My name is Raven, though, I guess  I should make an identity to protect, I will have to think about it.”[/b][/color] Raven said giving no emotion in her voice. She studied him as her violet eyes moved about the teen's body, he was fit and looked as if he had been in several fights, in all honesty he was quite handsome. [color=004b80][b]“So what name do you give yourself, the Red…”[/b][/color] her eyes went to the quiver on his back then continued. [color=004b80][b]“Arrow, or maybe it is the Crimson Boy?”[/b][/color] This time a smile did escape her at least for a moment.

Before the crimson archer could reply another boy dressed in red stepped out of the elevator and she turned her focus, it was like he was the epicenter of an emotion bomb. She couldn’t help but think of a child jumping and wave for its mother’s attention. The empath’s smile completely vanished in to detached boredom as her mind slithered back behind her walls. Only now could she sense the magical power coming from this boy, he was emitting the power of the gods. 

Raven didn’t have the chance to think over what the boy’s magical energy meant when yet another hero clad in red made a grand entrance. Seeing these powerful heroes nearly filled her with hope, maybe they could change her destiny, maybe they could defeat her father. [i]No, hope is just an illusion, hope did not get things done and I will not trick myself into letting my guard down for hope.[/i]