#the clearest one is the fact that I did write a time travel/Titanic story with Tales Of A Frozen Sailor

[allisonreader]

I have seen this pass my dash a few times now, leaving me debating whether I should reblog it or not, but how can I not now? Lol. Thanks for thinking of me @lady-merian.

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[agentsix606]

Echoes: A DamiRae Story

Hey, look at me updating for once.

Chapter 2: Surprise Guest (A Good One This Time)

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Dear Raven;

I am very sorry that I had to leave so abruptly. Father ordered it. After Grayson had informed him of my solution to end Deathstroke's reign of terror, he insisted that I returned home immediately. I hope to be home soon; Father may allow me. 

Starfire informed me that you are recovering well. I am very grateful. You are a valuable asset to the team, and I would be lying if I said that I did not enjoy your companionship at times. It is quite lonely without having anyone to enjoy tea and a good book with. At the very least, I have Titus, who I never thanked you for. Already he is proving a worthy comrade and trustful companion. Perhaps he will someday supersede Ace. I am well aware that Father enjoys feeding him under the table during dinner. 

How is Logan doing? We were all aware that his relationship with Markov was... intimate, to say the least. I cannot imagine this new revelation being easy for him. I am sure that Reyes has his hands full. 

Most importantly, how are you doing? I have never seen you strain your magick so far. Surely there are lasting effects of exerting yourself so harshly. As I'm sure you are aware, although I cannot travel back to the Tower as of right now, Father never said anything about having teammates at the Manor. If you ever have the time, I would appreciate the company? 

Best Wishes,

Damian Wayne. 

Lifting the calligraphy pen from the paper, Damian sighed. It had been one day since Slade's attack, and although it was verified that the brute was dead, Damian still felt on edge. It was a regular occurrence for Wayne's, but this felt so much worse than the Joker's target on your back.

The voice of Alfred had jolted him from his thoughts, "Master Damian, your tea with brown sugar, half a lemon and a china cup as you insist." Alfred set the tray down next to the paper in front of the boy. "Writing a message to your friends? How rather unlike you."

"Thank you, Pennyworth." Damian started, setting his pen down. "I am penning a message to Raven, I require updates about Logan, and she has the clearest handwriting to read."

"I'm sure, Master Damian." He teased, "Master Bruce is expecting you in his office. It would be wise not to keep him." Alfred's face held a small smile before he left the room. Damian was left alone to ponder why his father required him. 

He folded up the letter and hid it in his pocket before sauntering down to where the office was.

Titans Tower 

Raven was relaxing in her room. Her magick had been quite finicky the past few days. Ever since Slade had returned. She was exhausted, both physically and spiritually. She had rubbed her quartz so much that the surface was practically flat.

After Damian had been dragged back to Gotham City, she didn't have many other people she wanted to talk to. She felt bereft. The migraine she was experiencing from her father's piercing voice in her head was not helping either. 

Throughout Damian's absence, she had kept to her room. She shut the Titans out in an attempt to protect them while keeping herself under control. Jaime had occasionally left some food outside of her door for her. It was odd being alone again.

She had become accustomed to having others around; in fact, she felt comfortable around others. Not this time. This time, she couldn't let them know the demons girding her head. She almost killed Damian. Who's to say that if Gar looked at her the wrong way, she wouldn't hesitate? 

The thoughts swirled around her mind like a hurricane. "5,4,3,2,1. 5,4,3,2,1." She repeated; a method to help mitigate her anxiety. 

"Raven?" She heard the jaunty voice of Starfire ask. 

Raven took a deep breath before answering, "Yes, Star?" 

"May I come in?" 

"Yes," Raven faltered out. She couldn't disappear forever. 

The door hissed open, and Star walked in cautiously. "How are you doing?" 

"I'm managing." Raven huffed, running her fingers through her hair. 

Starfire sighed. "When do you think that you'll join the Titans for an evening? Everyone has been asking about you. I don't think that can keep telling Batman you'll be at the next meeting much longer."

"I just don't want to hurt anyone. I think that you understand that."

"Unfortunately. But when you are ready, the Titans will be ready to welcome you back with open arms," and with that sentence, Star exited the room, and Raven sat in silence once more. 

Sighing heavily before rolling onto her stomach in the middle of her bed, Raven smushed her face into her bedding and starfished with her arms and legs. 

Tap tap tap

Raven jolted quickly at the noise, unsure of whether she had been hallucinating with her ears. 

Tap tap tap

She turned her head to the window, puzzled. Her room was among one of the highest above the ground. Who was tapping at her window, Superman?

Muffled words were heard outside the Tower, and she quickly sprinted to the window to see one Damian Wayne in his Robin costume hanging from a rope in front of her window. Refraining from bursting into laughter, she quickly let him in while shaking her head. 'This boy, I swear to Azar.' she thought.

"Mind telling me why you're outside my window hanging from a rope instead of in Gotham City doing whatever you do there?" She asked.

"I had a talk with Father. He said that I should check up on my friends, so here I am." He explained.

"Are you sure that he didn't mean send us a text?" 

"He never specified how, so I decided to come to the Tower," Damian smirked. "So how have you been, Raven?" 

"Oh, you know. Living the dream," She gave Damian a soft smile before sitting back on her bed. "And you? I can't imagine things have been great back in Gotham considering how fast you travelled back here."

Damian joined her on the bed and nodded. "Father is trying his ablest to understand my actions while additionally punishing me for them." 

"Understandably so, Slade tried to kill all of us. Multiple times. I guess that it still doesn't mean that we get to play judge, jury or executioner."

"I would like to stay here tonight. As much as I enjoy tea with myself, it is not the same without you." Damian admitted before the conversation could turn dark.

"I'm sure Star would allow that." Raven genuinely smiled. 

"Hey, mama! Are you bu-" Garfield walked into the room, his eyes setting on Damian, "Robin? When did you get here?" 

"Gar, have you ever heard of knocking?" Raven snapped.

"Chillax, mama, it's not like you two were doing anything." He shrugged before continuing, "anyways, Star's calling a team meeting. Both of you better get yo butts to the living room." 

"Be there right away, Gar." Raven groaned before getting up from her bed. "Before I forget to ask, how the hell did you manage to get all of the way over here from Gotham? It's literally across the country." 

"A magician never reveals his secrets." 

"You zeta'd, didn't you?" 

Damian looked back at her with a smirk.