Raven nod at his words, a slip of gladness and relief flitting beneath her sternum. She didn't quite smile, but the subtle change in her eyes was likely all Cypher needed to translate.
"I am glad Batman is well. He was always kind."
Stern and as crazy as any vigilante, and hard-edged even, but Batman in the past had never been spiteful or hateful feeling to her. Despite what many may have said about the man, he had never struck Raven as evil or cruel.
Nor was this young man before her. Cypher had a golden quality to his emotions that set Raven at ease, which showed in the subtle relaxation of her shoulders. Her senses opened more, allowing her to taste the feelings without filter. She considered his question, head tilting, a slow, but still bird-like movement. "I used to, many years ago. Protect, that is. I do not know how many times I sat on this very roof, wondering what trouble we would find." She nod her chin toward the roof's edge. "We were barely more than children then. It was..."
Strange. She pushed her chin up, looking toward the other rooftops. It was distant, but another set of emotions, much more chaotic than Cypher's, reached her. But she saw nothing. Her eyes drift back and forth, trying to spy that flit of feeling.
"...a happy time." She finished her sentence, more of the whispery rasp in her words.