all the lonely people

They never saw a father manipulate his own daughter into wearing a kryptonite prosthetic without telling her the risks.

Donna's starting to understand, though; she's coming over the comms sounding concerned about Ravager's health. No shock there, given she witnessed his death the first time around, but there's more to it than just that. She's understanding what Dick's trying to do here, at least in part…which also means she's shut Wally's complaining up, thank god.

"your... your whole thing. it does sound tempting, though. trying to figure out how t'be someone. i jus' don't know if i can anymore. if i'm not already done for. considerin' my luck, it's probably done for." it's a bit disheartening, seeing someone about the titans's own age so despondent about any potential future, but with the cards he's been dealt so far, it isn't hard to understand the reason why. grant tries to wipe his face on his shoulder, the motion clumsy with how his body is starting to act up.

Her apartment is cozy, rich colored rugs covered the floor while shelves full of various esoteric items and gifts from various friends lined the walls. She pulls her coffee table back in front of the couch (she had moved it aside to sit on the floor) and then sits down. It's odd watching his body language acted out in Slade's body, his manner far more... delicate for lack of a better word, than his father's. "Before anything else, I am so overjoyed to see you, I cannot even describe,"

"i am also very glad to see you, rachel. it... has been so very long and our last meeting was very unfortunate." he nods, looking down at the coffee table as he stands in place, unsure if he should sit down. raven certainly is sensitive to energies and spiritual presences; while it is him navigating this body, he knows how unwelcome slade wilson must be to her. "i... well, there is no easy way to ask for help in my circumstances, my friend, but i had hoped you could... offer me some assistance in my current predicament?"

there's an apologetic smile upon his lips, one that looks so very joey-like despite the face it sits on. "it isn't an easy request but i was wondering if... with your knowledge of the arcane arts, you could know a way or another to find me a new receptacle? a body? even if not entirely of flesh---i simply can't stay like this, i am certain you can tell why."