The rooftops of Blüdhaven were quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic. The Teen Titan kept watch, his gaze scanning the alleys below. A soft sounds of boots drew his attention, someone was behind him.

Silver hair caught the moonlight, and the orange-black mask showed only a smirk on her face. She didn’t reach for the blade on her back, instead folding her arms with deliberate calm, crossing them under her chest, leaning against a ventilation unit.

“Relax,” Rose said, voice low and steady. “Not here for trouble. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have heard me coming.”