𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

And yes. I actually did all the edits whixh was exhausting and I was surprised at how good they turned out?

Not sure yet, but I'm slowly getting back on track, I just dont feel it over here rn.

“So it has, Nightwing,” she mused. She knew she’d find Dick here. Call it the intuition of a psionic who knew her friends a little too well- even the ones she couldn’t read with her powers. When M’gann and the others told her Dick had pulled out of the team and fallen off the face of the world after Wally’s death, she knew there were only a few places to find him, “I came to catch up with an old friend,” she told him, cracking a smile, “I never found what I was looking for- so I came back. But then I realized I was gone far too long,”

“But I’m supposed to see the future. That is my gift, and perhaps my curse, as Omen. But I never saw...” no use on dwelling, she supposed, and Artemis was right. Even if she had seen it, how was she to know the when? That was the curse of seeing cryptic flashes of the future. She missed her friend’s touch as soon as it was gone, and wished there was something she could do to ease her pain- something more than just being there- but maybe that was all she needed- a friend to lean on. So Lilith would be that friend. She didn’t look at Wally’s hologram again after tearing her eyes from it to face her, for fear the last of her strength would crumble and she’d finally cry. She had to be strong for Artemis. “I like it. It suits you,” and perhaps they both finally needed to shed old code names that were just their first name- but she had a feeling there was more to this one, so she tried to change the subject, “We have much catching up to do. I missed you while I was gone,” too bad she never found what she was looking for.

Lilith wasn’t sure what had happened, but she had been hit by something that had separated her and the rest of the Titans and now she had no idea where her teammates were. She’d tried psychic cries for help and thought they weren’t working- until she felt someone and heard a voice behind her. Stargirl. The two of them had met briefly when their teams had met up once, but other than that, she barely knew the girl. “I’m not sure. I’m fine for the most part, but it seems whatever hit me and my teammates has scattered us and prevented me from contacting them,” she told her, “I didn’t think anyone could hear me but it seems I was wrong,”