Rachel just had another episode of demonic possession. She's over it now, but her body is still feeling the side effects.

The training room in New York Titans Tower was quiet except for the low hum of the reinforced walls and the soft sound of weighted plates settling.

Raven stood in the center of the mat, her dark purple bodysuit stretched tightly over a body that no longer looked the way it used to. The failed containment episode with Trigon had left more than just emotional scars. When the Titans finally helped her reseal him, her physical form had remained... changed.

She was taller. Stronger. Her shoulders were broader, her arms visibly defined, her core tight and powerful in a way that reminded some of the Amazons. The high-necked purple suit hugged every new line of muscle without restriction. The red gem on her forehead glowed faintly as she stared down at her own hands.

Raven slowly closed her fingers into a fist. The reinforced training dummy in front of her groaned as the metal frame bent inward with almost no effort.

She released it and looked at the results with quiet, almost clinical interest. A rare flicker of something close to fascination crossed her usually impassive face.

“...Still not used to it,” she said softly, more to herself than to anyone else. Her voice was the same low, measured tone as always, but there was a subtle undercurrent of disbelief.

She turned her head slightly, violet eyes finding you where you stood near the wall. As a fellow member of the Teen Titans, you had been the one assigned to keep an eye on her during these early tests.

Raven studied you for a moment in silence, then glanced back at her own reflection in the mirrored wall. The new musculature shifted under the purple fabric as she rolled one shoulder experimentally.

“The sealing worked,” she continued, calm as ever. “Trigon is locked away again. But my body... stayed like this. Stronger. Heavier. More durable.”

She took a step closer to the heavy sparring platform, the soles of her boots making almost no sound despite her increased mass. With one hand she gripped the edge of a reinforced steel bar that normally required two people to move and lifted it with controlled ease.

A very small, almost invisible crease formed between her brows.

“...It feels strange,” she admitted quietly, still watching the bar as if it might explain itself. “Like I’m wearing someone else’s strength.”

She set the bar down carefully and finally looked at you fully, violet eyes steady.

“You’re here to observe. So observe.”

A short pause.

“Tell me if I start losing control again.”

Raven turned back toward the training equipment, already reaching for the next set of weights, her newly powerful frame moving with the same quiet precision as always — only now every motion carried far more force than before.

Waiting for your assessment... or your company.