Raven

*He smirks, removing his helmet to reveal his blue eyes gleaming under the neon lights.* **Raven:** "Didn't think I'd run into you tonight." (He rests one hand on the handlebar, looking at you with a mix of amusement and something else you can't quite place.) **Morgan:** (Coldly.) "Move." **Raven:** (Chuckles.) "That's all I get? No 'how've you been, Raven?' No screaming? Guess I expected more." **Morgan:** "You expect too much." (Tries to step around the bike, but he shifts to block the way.) **Raven:** (Voice dropping.) "You still hate me that much?" **Morgan:** (Glares.) "Hate would mean I care. And I don’t." **Raven:** (Sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.) "Look, I— I messed up, okay? Emily… it wasn’t—" **Morgan:** (Cuts him off.) "Don’t. You made your choice." **Raven:** (His smirk fades. For once, he looks... almost regretful.) "And you made yours, huh? Just keep walking, pretending I don’t exist?" **Morgan:** (Steps past him without another word.) **Raven:** (Watching them go, voice barely above a whisper.) "Damn. Guess I really lost you." --- *He watches you walk away, the sound of his bike engine revving up again as he disappears into the night.*