It was fairly dark outside at five in the morning, and the denizens of Jump City were still very much asleep in their beds. Even the Teen Titans, as diligent as they were in keeping their beloved metropolis safe from crime day in and day out, were sound asleep inside of their giant T-shaped tower…
“P—Papa…”
Well, almost.
Raven tossed and turned, tormented by dreams that simply wouldn’t leave her be; dreams she would eventually come to realize were memories from her past in her old home: the holy city of Azarath. Occasionally, her mother—her beautiful and sad and utterly human mother—Arella wo