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Kory never thought she'd be back here with her friends, old and new. It was refreshing to be in good company. That of laughter, companionship, and pleasurable entertainment. Solid green eyes glazed over her fellow Titans in attendance, nothing could break the bond that they shared. The tamaranean's head rested comfortably in the palms of both of her hands, her legs swaying back and forth as she laid flat on her stomach. The sun that shined through the tower windows highlighted her orange skin that was visible under a salmon colored blouse and floral patterned skirt. Kory chimed in her ever so usual delighted tone."Perhaps if everyone was hungry I could bring out the food? I prepared a delicacy on Tamaran."

Kory gracefully floated from the couch and into the kitchen, her feet touching the floor directly in front of the oven. A moment later she appeared with a tray, steaming hot and ready to eat. "I believe on Earth you call them mushrooms? On my home planet, these are called moi'non. Usually quite poisonous unless you remove the spines and then you have deliciously tasty treats!" Her impromptu sales speech came to end, hovering back over to the other Titans with the tray of her prepared creation. "Where is d**k?" Her red brows curved worriedly as she turned left, then turned right, and then looked to the others for an answer.

Now, there were two people of whom to avoid in the kitchen when the premise of food being cooked surfaced into the air and be ready to take notes. The first was Garfield Logan. Unless his vegan life was truly popping with vast array of foods to which the likes many have never seen, then avoiding him attempt to feed everyone tofu just would not work. Every once in a while, Roy would indulge the humor, but the male preferred some kind of proper substance. The next person to avoid was none other than Starfire herself. She was sweet, truly. Telling her that she had the grace of akin to the cacophony of a dying beached whale however when it came to cooking was something Roy could not bring himself to say. Heck, mostly everyone around them felt that way and just went with the usual idea of placing anything she prepared for them in the trash with pure discretion. So what was the male going to do when she offered mushrooms? Dare he to inquire where she got them from for that matter? He would just slink into the couch in the living room, flipping through various channels.

"I'll pass on the offer," he stated. "Not exactly hungry right about now. d**k is probably brooding in his own personal batcave right about now though. He doesn't write. He doesn't call. Maybe we should just go knock on his door and hope for the best. I'm sure he would appreciate your effort to make him and everyone some moiotones...err...Moikites? Mushrooms!"

He found himself casually laying on the couch, his hand with the remote hanging as he flipped through several more channels. Truth be told, he really wasn't hungry. He could go for a drink right about now though while wondering how to satiate his boredom.

As the letter rested on the desk, unopened. It had taunted him, Blood was threatening him. Granting d**k the knowledge that Blood knew where he was. He couldn’t keep this from the rest of the team, he couldn’t risk their safety. Before he went to the others to inform them of what had happened, he had to gather his thoughts. That night was one that he would remember for the rest of his life, unfortunately. Snagging onto the letter before leaving his room. Just by the look on his face, anyone that had seen it would know something was up. Once he had entered the living quarters where the team would usually hang around, chat and chill out. But with his presence made, he announced for each and everyone of them to gather around the meeting table. As he approached it, his slid the letter with the demonic candle wax symbol that had sealed it. For each of them to examine, to gather what was next to come. ”It was back in December of last year when I encountered a man named Sebastian Blood. A man that manipulated others to his cause, a cult. A cult of blood. I had assumed it was just another out of the many. I was wrong. What I witnessed that night, it wasn’t anything that I had ever seen before. The voices I heard, the blood magic I saw. I thought he had was still locked up since that night. But that is no longer the case.”

d**k quickly punched in a few letters into the nearby keyboard that was built into the table, courtesy of Cyborg. One of the many benefits of having him on the team. As the computer registered what it was commanded to do, it had brought up a case file of Brother Blood. Everything that Nightwing that he had gathered on the individual was on that file. Allowing the members to observe what kind of threat he was. What this one man was capable of doing. As he sat in one of the many chairs that surrounded the table, he rest his elbows on the arm rest of the chair. Grasping his hands together to form a cover for his mouth. From the look he had given, it could be seen that he had so much going on in his head. Thinking of his next plan, thinking what was this psycho was going to do. Each of them were free to speak their minds. He should've informed them on a threat like this before, but he didn't assume that it was ever going to be a problem again.

He eventually slinked away from the couch, walking off to the halls for a few to, if nothing more, pace around a bit. It was around that same timeframe their illustrious leader stepped forth from his room with something to publicly announce. He shrugged to himself if nothing more and backtracked back into the lobby and living room of the base. When he saw the letter get placed on the table, it didn't take much for him to put two and two together with a file of information given as well. When Starfire was done looking over things herself,
Roy skimmed through the files that were given. He was just looking at things such as the name, age, height, notable crimes and the basics. A person could usually tell if they were dealing with a psychpathic nut with just those few things and given the letter itself with the mentioning of a cult, this man had to surely be one trip shy of Arkham.

"He knew where to find you. Surely he wants something, then."