<div class="floatleft">(http://i1027.photobucket.com/albums/y331/ReverseAdonis/6f227cea-f498-4c11-8f7b-41ff2f4e6403_zpsn0ht6x7n.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Rachel Roth<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Raven<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0400, March 23, 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Watchtower, Personal Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Black Canary, Hawkwoman, Hawkman, Remainder of the Gotham Team<br/><hr/>Raven gave Black Canary a sympathetic look as she sensed the increasing frustration and stress practically radiating from the woman. She could tell that Dinah was working hard to try and be a leader for the group, but most of the new members of the League had very . . . strong personalities, or minimal group experience. Having lead the Titans herself for a short period she knew just how difficult being a leader could be. Raven herself wasn't suited for that kind of responsibility anymore, especially with her unique circumstances. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by the renewed alarms from the communications systems.<br/><em><br/>"Oh no. He's in Arkham now."</em><br/><br/>Her eyes widened at Black Canary's words, as she turned to look over the comms readouts, frowning deeply.<strong>"This is bad . . . Get close everyone, I'll take us to Blackgate immediately."</strong>Much as she didn't like getting too close to people, she needed to conserve her energy unlike her admittedly lazy uses of it earlier in her chambers. If this was getting as big as it seemed, she'd probably be put to work transporting across long distances. While the Watchtower's means of travel were useful, in an emergency situation her teleportation was notably faster. With a gentle hand on Hawkwoman's shoulder, and another on the small of Black Canary's back she gently moved the group closer together, before closing her eyes. With a snap her eyes were open and glowing and that ominous black aura of hers wrapped around the group, pulling them out of reality with a twist of space.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With a raven's cry her soul-self flared into existance, wings spreading wide to reveal the members of the League that had still been on the Watchtower now standing only a short distance from the main entrance to Blackgate.<strong>"Blackgate Prison, everyone."</strong>Raven spoke quietly, as her soul-self sank back down into her shadow. She was quick to step away from the others to give them a bit of space, but raised a hand to her temple and frowned again.<strong>"Ugh . . just standing near the prison, I can feel so much . .  unpleasantness. Truly unfortunate souls."</strong>