#Jason Todd x Raven

[eleanore-delphinium]

The 'What Ifs' of Death: Falling For Raven

WARNING: Damian is dead. Mentions of Suicide.

I will admit, I kinda love how this is written, and I decided not to make this as detailed as the answer, because... this was already longer than expected. Hope this was shocking and intriguing.

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Shit. Shit. Shit.

This can’t be fucking happening!

A male figure is seen running through the dark forest at lightning speed– well, as fast as his legs can take really. He wasn’t The Flash after all and it was clear as he evaded the trees. But it was a moonless night, he still clearly was practicing caution as he sped through the place. 

The tall trees blended into the darkness, making it very difficult to see who was running through the forest as if he was being chased by a murderer. 

The figure continued his pace then slowed down as he approached a wooden cabin that was in a small clearing. He panted and from the back, his shoulders rose and fell in a tight rhythm. He had pitched black hair on the back of his head that almost blended into the darkness of the forest.

He slowly approached the cabin with uneven steps. He kicked a rock at the corner of the steps to reveal a key and he squatted down, his faded jeans folding in the action. 

He took the key and walked to the door, unlocking it as he tried to calm his breathing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He instantly muttered when he stepped in, pushing the door close with little to no effort that the door was left ajar. He walked ahead as he broke some things and swore.

“Shit.” He stopped at a wall with photos hanging and the man turned his head a little to one side to reveal a family picture. It was of a man with black hair in a suit, with two black-haired boys in either of his arms.

Suddenly, the man punched the wall, and the sound of glass shattering echoes through the empty cabin.

Blood dripped from the fist that came into contact with the glass from the frame. The other hand of the man was resting on the wall too, his back arched as his head was bowed in what appeared to be shame.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

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Damian was a headache. He kept everyone at a distance and was rather grouchy. He became known to be like that. But he was a terrific leader and to Raven, he was simply someone who was greatly misunderstood.

Somehow the two started dating.

That was what really mattered.

Then Damian was no longer as grouchy as before and smiled even more. 

Raven was the one who understood him the best. 

It was kind of disgusting at first because it was unusual. But Damian glowed when he was with her and that was undeniable. 

Everyone saw how he’d hold her fingers just a little bit longer when he could before they parted. How his eyes would wander to her figure the moment she entered the room and then he'd just gravitate towards her. His feet were always firm and slightly behind her, as if ready to catch her if she ever fell down.

It was clear how he wanted to bathe in her beauty and kindness and her touch.

But no one pointed it out. No one could. How could they?

They didn’t want the little demon to throw a tantrum. He’d clearly deny it anyway.

But fuck was it clear as the difference between night and day.

And Raven? She was the same. And she couldn’t hide it just like her boyfriend. 

How her eyes always lingered at him even when he had long looked away. How her lips would smile a little when her twinkling eyes locked on her boyfriend. How she’d squeeze his fingers in comfort before he would let her go.

They couldn’t hide how in love they were even when they were trying so damn hard to keep it on the down low. It wasn’t hidden enough because everyone knew, but respected their privacy. 

And as teenagers were and always are, Raven and Damian were horny little shits too.

They thought no one noticed how they’d sneak off into whatever corner they could find to exchange saliva. God, Bruce hoped it was nothing but saliva that they were exchanging. 

This is why whenever Raven was in the Wayne Mansion Bruce had his sons find a way to make sure Damian and Raven couldn’t be alone together for longer than five minutes. The brothers get to tease the shit out of their youngest. After all, he was the baby in the house.

Damian would obviously be upset, but he couldn’t for long, not when Raven would smile at him and coax him so perfectly well. Who could get mad at someone who’d look at you the way Raven did with Damian? 

It could make anyone feel envious, really, even the most heartless would waver when faced by that loving gaze. 

No matter how hard Damian tried to look like a stone-cold block of ice, that fucking bastard isn’t anything close to that in front of her. He’d willingly be the coat that covers a puddle of water just to make sure her feet didn’t get wet when she crossed. He was a simp for her. 

But he loved her dearly. 

And then the day before everything changed happened– well, to be honest, it was the day that everything changed. The day before the tears and chaos. And the painful loss.

Damian had asked Raven to stop by the mansion before he left for a mission for the Justice League. The two sat on a bench in the back gardens of the mansion. They were both wearing casual wear and her legs were over his legs, his feet firm on the grass. The two love birds talked and watching them would make you feel the love from wherever you are standing. One of her arms was over his shoulder as they continued to talk and laugh.

If anything, the two could practically merge if given the chance. There was no such thing as space between. It was like they shared one breath. 

In normal circumstances, Bruce would have pulled the two away, but maybe because they were at the gardens, he let it slide. Or maybe because Damian was going away for a while and so Bruce allowed it. Or simply because the two can’t possibly think of fucking in a public space, now, would they?

Who knew what was in Bruce's mind, it could even be, he was so fucking busy he didn’t even notice. But if only this moment could be replayed and everything else that followed could be changed. Then there would be less pain.

Damian held Raven’s other hand lovingly as he likely said sweet nothings to her. The sun that was setting painted the lovers in the most beautiful golden glow. His other hand caressed her bare leg.

Then came the news. 

Damian died on a ship that was carrying him and his team across the ocean. He had noticed something wrong, told everyone to evacuate, and said that he had everything under control. And just when the last of his team members got out of that ship. It exploded.

Raven was just never the same since then.

But it made sense. She lost the love of her life. Who could blame her?

And she couldn’t be a hero after that. Again, who could blame her?

Three years passed by really quickly but the grieving for her never stopped. 

Raven was walking on the sidewalk near the beach, her eyes locked on the waters. Expression is so very distant. And as if she was enchanted by the waves, she started walking towards the water.

And my heart beats rapidly in my chest. This was what Bruce feared. I ran as fast as I could to get to her, but fuck– there were people blocking me, then her black hair just disappeared from view.

When I got to the shore, all I could hear was the faint sounds of the waves crashing into the beach. No one was here.

Back in the darkness of the cabin, and still full of my frustrations. I punched the wall. My boots crunched onto some broken glass.

“Fuck!” I swore, putting my hand down. I had broken a family picture that hung up on the wall. My hand was bleeding. But fuck did the pain feel good. It made me think of nothing for just one damn minute.

“Jason?” A familiar feminine voice called out for me and I turned my head. Eyes wide open.

I was brought back to that beach.

I was riding on my bike when I saw her. Bruce sometimes made us keep tabs on her, it was much tighter the first few months when Damian died. Everyone was hurt, but we couldn’t help but feel even more worried about her– for her.

Damian treasured her and she treasured him as much as he did. We couldn’t help but worry that she’d do something stupid.

Maybe that was why the moment I saw her, near the beach looking lost, with a voice in my head telling me that Dami’s birthday was coming– I did my best to catch her. I forgot where the fuck I was supposed to be. 

I just knew I had to be beside her.

But as I looked at the empty waters, I wondered if I was too late. And couldn’t believe that Bruce was right to keep an eye on her.

No one was here. Not even a plop at the sea. I was frozen for a moment, eyes searching the calm waters.

The seconds felt way too long. I inhaled deeply trying to remove my leather jacket and then–

“Jason?” I turned to my left and there she was.

Raven looked at me confusedly, she was fully clothed but dripping wet. 

The same look she was giving me now. I inhaled deeply, with my eyes closed. She took a step forward and I raised a hand at her, making her stop.

“Jason, you’re bleeding.” She said hands up in the air in a friendly gesture.

I pressed my back against the wall and she looked back at me confusedly, with those eyes that Damian always spoke about.

I closed my eyes and was brought back to that moment at that beach.

“Jason?” She smiled, “What are you doing here?”

What the fuck was I going to tell her? 

My eyes twitched, “I thought you were going to kill yourself–” Fuck, I said that aloud. 

Her eyes flickered with several emotions that passed too quickly for me to identify. Then she raised a hand and snapped her fingers. I also just realized that her other hand was holding a familiar black duffle bag.

With the snap of her fingers, she was instantly dry. She smiled again, looking guilty as she tossed the duffle bag in the sand, between me and her. 

“I often come here.” She said as she walked close to me and sat beside the bag. I followed her lead and sat on the spot beside the opposite side of the bag.

Her gaze was at the ocean, and the longing was so very clear.

She turned to me, her eyes filled with grief, “I admit, I think of it often.” Then returned her gaze back to the ocean as she pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in comfort to herself.

“I would walk into the waters, and think of him. And as I stay under, I think of him even more.  Then I think that he'd want me to live. And so, I walk back to shore, even when I wish to just be with him." She inhaled sharply, "I often wondered what his last thoughts were. He must have known something was wrong the moment he told everyone to leave. He must have known he wasn’t going to make it.” She whimpered and buried her face into her knees then looked back up to the waters. “I always think about it– following him into the water. Then…Maybe my body could drift back to where he is." She closed her eyes and I waited in silence.

With opened eyes, she added, "I know no one found the wreck and everyone says it because it was incinerated—that… they say I should move on too. But I don't think I'll ever love anyone else. If they found his body, I would have resurrected him somehow, but there was nothing left." She rested her head on her knees as she looked at me. "I could never love anyone else."

I wish I knew what to say, but her faint but clearly pained smile told me she didn’t need words of comfort now. So, I kept my silence.

“I worry though, if maybe I got it wrong. What if he does want me to follow him?” She whispered and then pressed her lips.

Then we were back at the cabin. Still the dark but now messy cabin in the woods. And it's been five years since Damian died. Five long and excruciating years for Raven.

"You're bleeding, Jay, please let me help you," Raven said, attempting to come nearer but I pressed my back further into the wooden walls. How I fucking wished the walls would swallow me. 

I know it was futile but she understood I didn't want her to come any closer. So, she stopped and sighed, putting her hands down, "Okay, I won’t come close, but why'd you run away?"

All I could do was stare. 

God. I fucked up.

Fuck!

My hands were shaking as I clenched my fists tightly.

How could I do this to my baby brother? He fucking loved her so much.

Fuck!

She peered at me, trying to understand. And I knew she'd figure it out soon. The fucking problems with empaths. 

I remembered the day before Damian left for the mission that killed him. When this young couple that had so many more years for them were in a garden talking. I was by the window on the second floor watching the two young lovebirds on the bench, or demonbirds as my brothers and I would like to tease them with.

They looked so in love. From where I stood, I could see it so clearly, because he was facing my general direction, how Damian was rubbing her empty ring finger.

And all of us batboys read lips well. Even from that distance, I knew what he said.

"After this mission, I will put a ring right here." Empty promises now.

I'm sorry Dami. I'm such an awful brother. I couldn't help chastising myself as I looked through the darkness of the cabin.

I stared at Raven and our eyes met. And then I could tell that she knew what exactly was wrong now.

Her breathing became ragged. Her lips open.

"No. Don't say anything." I demanded and she locked her eyes on me, with the tinge of horror this time.

I could tell even through the darkness.

Her lips were quivering. Her eyes were pooling with water.

I shook my head, "Please, let me say it." 

Raven was shaking her head, silently telling me not to. But it was clear she was lost and confused.

Before she could find her words, I said, "I'm in love with you, Raven."

I watched carefully as she bent forward a little bit, her eyes no longer on me. I couldn't miss it, even in the darkness, how a tear fell from one of her eyes.

Then she took a shaky step back.

I was the asshole. 

Raven was the love of Damian's life. I knew how important she was to him– my dear baby brother. My dear dead baby brother.

And yet, here I was wanting her. I fell for my dead brother’s girl. I don’t even know when this started or how this emotion came to be.

I am an ass.

I’d get it if he came back from the dead to beat me. I deserve it.

FIN.

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How did you guys like it?

I wanted to try and give it a similar vibe as the following, especially the first.

The Engagement

Heart Of Stone

Pillow Talk

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[blade-liger-4ever]

Jayrae thoughts (trigger warning: mentions of drugs, neglectful parents, demon parents (?), death, gangs, hope this is good enough for warnings)

Okay, @wickedhexedwitch has gotten me onto the Jayrae (Jason Todd/Red Hood x Rachel Roth/Raven) ship pretty hard, despite my poor, limited knowledge of Teen Titans - and, to a slightly lesser extent, DC Comics as a whole.

But now, I can’t help but think about how awesome their dynamic would be. Just imagine with me for a moment.

You have Raven, a young girl who was raised to be her demon father’s ultimate weapon/avatar. She went through a horrible childhood, eventually managing to escape and suppress her emotions to keep dear old dad away. Because of this, she is more reserved and closed off than her teammates, who are more or less physical embodiments of chaos. Naturally, Raven has to keep her empathetic tendencies in control, which means she doesn’t turn out as wild as the others.

Then take Jason. The boy’s had the worst childhood out of any of the Robins (I’m not counting Damian because, on account of Bruce’s life, he was pulled into the Wayne family drama): Jason’s mother was an addict, his father either went to jail or took off, and Jason thereby suffered from emotional, mental and spiritual neglect. And then, after getting killed by Joker, Jason is forcefully brought back to life by Ra’s a’Ghul, with an equally messed up head now that he’d shared the Lazarus Pit with Ra’s.

After coming to terms with Bruce and getting off his need for lone wolf vigilantism, Jason comes back to running some missions with his adopted family. On one of these missions, they wind up teaming up with the Titans for Raven’s medical expertise and to hunt down Deathstroke.

And Raven’s just so...quiet.

Jason’s irked by her lack of emotion, but also amazed at her control. No matter what he says, what he does, or any other antic his siblings or the other Titans get up to, Raven remains impassive and collected. In spite of how aggravating he finds it, Jason finds her quiet control a soothing balm. Soon enough, he begins talking with her about books, starting with the classics that Jason, up until this point, has not spoken about with anyone. Eventually, they spend more time discussing everything from Shakespeare to C.S. Lewis. And then, Jason finds out that Raven’s not a particularly good physical fighter. Offended on her behalf, he insists/drags Raven to the training room to teach her how to defend herself should she be depowered.

And Raven’s just astounded by this man. He’s a smart-mouth, a belligerent fighter, and just all around loose cannon. But now, she’s learned that Jason’s mind is a sharp as his sword, and that underneath his cocky attitude, he cares. No one else on the team has given thought to teaching her to fight without her powers. Despite what he’d have others believe, he has a kind heart. A heart that, dare she say it, is kinder than any Raven’s come across.

And so they’re partnered up on missions. With Raven’s vast magical/supernatural powers and Jason’s exceptional combat and weapon skills, the two make an incredible team. During this time, they find that their partnership is almost seamless, with few misunderstandings between them. Growing comfortable around each other, Raven breaks the ice first by admitting to her heritage and upbringing, something that still upsets her. At first she’s nervous, thinking he might reject her for her early life.

But she’s surprised when Jason gets quiet, slowly taking off his mask as she finishes her tale. After a moment, he tells her that his mother had never shown such care for him. She was always looking for the next drug to make her forget the world, forget him. His father never bothered to be in the picture, forcing Jason to carve out his own life. He tells her the times he went hungry, the times he stole, the first time he killed in self-defense. And Raven realizes that he’s trusting her with his past, just like she did with him. She gives him a smile - a small one, but so genuine that Jason decides it’s the best gesture that’s ever graced his life - and thanks him for it.

They clearly have eyes for each other by now, but Raven’s still not sure about how to express her positive emotions. And Jason, for all his bravado, is unwilling to make a move without knowing for sure that Raven reciprocates. The night before a mission, Raven goes to Starfire for advice on showing “strong affection”, as she puts it, for another. Starfire encourages her to let her emotions flower, but to keep them rooted in reality. Pondering this, Raven thanks her before heading out.

Unknown to either of the women, Dick discusses the mission with Jason before bringing up Raven. Although initially annoyed by the change in topic, Jason listens when Dick points out the signs of Raven’s feelings for him. When his brother is still unsure, Dick suggests not following his instincts this time, but his heart. Jason naturally punches his arm, but after a laugh and a, “Just try, okay?” from his older brother, Red Hood leaves a bit more thoughtful.

They head out, taking down the gang, but Raven takes a hit. Enraged, Jason kills the remaining gang members before carefully picking up Raven and leaving the scene. He’s quiet, not just because he’s still angry but also scared that Raven will think badly of him because of his deadly skills. However, Raven only asks if he’s alright, and after some more discussion, she picks up on a man following them.

Finding a spot to leave her, Jason goes back to deal with their pursuer. This man’s more formidable than the others, and once at a stalemate, Raven abruptly appears to shield Jason from a second man. Teaming up flawlessly, they take down the men, and Jason is stunned to see that Raven has healed. She admits that she accessed her positive emotions to both sense their enemies and to heal herself, finding that her love for Jason greatly overshadowed her negative ones.

Jason and Raven, each smiling like they haven’t in years, take this opportunity to kiss. Their relationship blooms from here on out, resulting in Rachel becoming the White Raven much sooner, and Jason tempering his wilder fighting style to reflect the calmer man that he’s become.

......wow, these two really came to life just now - and I think they’re gonna stick in my mind for awhile yet. Anyone who stuck around, thank you so much, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

#dc comics #teen titans #jason todd #red hood #rachel roth #raven #teen titans raven #raven teen titans #batfamily #batfam #dc batfam #dc starfire #robin #dc comics robin #jason todd x raven #jason x raven #jayrae #jason todd x rachel roth

[obito76]

[Closet Secrets]

Chapter 10 : Enter Jason Todd

You can read my full work here on AO3.

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Raven fidgeted with her hair, her fingers twisting in the strands as she ran her fingers on margins of her text book. Her heart fluttered against her chest and she leaned back against her chair, looking out of her window into the street below. A few flakes of snow began to drift down in the darkness around her, signalling that It was truly time of winter. Raven let herself entertain the small fantasy of curled up under heavy blankets as Dick made love to her with almost tender touches, candles burning around them as they practically bathed in the soft glow.

She blushed and tugged on the sleeves of her sweatshirt, feeling her body tremble at the memory of his hands running over her, teasing her skin. It felt silly to feel her heart pound the way it did, rattling against her ribs like a bird in a cage. She knew, logically, that this feeling of attraction and excitement was something that bound to happen when you are literally fucking almost every day, and yet she loved to wallow in it. Even though it was a maze of falsities and lies, she would wrap herself up in this fake love and tenderness as if it were real.

It was unhealthy for her to feel this way, and yet part of her didn’t care.

“Knock knock?”

Raven nearly jumped out of her skin, a yelp of surprise escaping as she turned around, looking into the face of a familiar man hovering in her bedroom doorway. He leaned casually against the jamb, and his dark hair fell into even darker eyes, the corners of his lips turning up in a sinful smirk that suggested he knew exactly what she had been thinking about.

Raven stuttered for a moment, trying not to drown in the sight of him. What in the...

“I’m sorry.” His voice sounded like sin and silk all mingling together in a veritable thunderstorm of emotions. “Karen and that pink hair were stepping out when I got in, so I thought maybe you need some company. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jason Todd.

“What do you want Jason?” Raven groaned out as she pulled her arms over her chest and blushed, feeling as if he could easily see through her oversized sweater and tight leggings. His stare flicked around her face, obviously taking the sight of her in feature by feature until he was practically grinning behind those endless eyes.

Raven glanced at the digital clock by her lamp, trying to remember what the date was. Thursday ? And nine o’clock? How had she forgotten? She fidgeted with her hair and looked around her room, trying to keep her eyes from locking with his own; that would have spelled disaster. “Trying to give me company? You're not Dick.”

He lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am not.” His eyes shot down the length of her body and a slow, teasing smile split his lips, exposing bright white teeth. “I’m Jason. The League sent him on a mission, So he’s out of the country for a little bit, so… I’m here to fill in his datebook for the next few days.”

“Fuck,” Raven pushed at her hair and sighed, looking away. If she kept staring at him, he would certainly drag her down into hell… or heaven. Whatever happened first. “He didn’t let me know.”

“It was a rather sudden request from a former teammate. He was off to Monaco and needed someone for backup.” He waved his hand dismissively and propped himself up on his feet. “You know how it goes.”

She didn’t, not really.

“Can I come in?”

Could he? There was something dangerous curling around inside him, and he didn’t feel a thing like Dick. Jason’s entire being spoke of hidden curses and dark words whispered in shadows. It spoke of the soft scent of leather and bite of cold metal, a complete opposite of Dick who seemed nothing but affection and pleasure. Could she trust this man with shadowed promises hiding in the depths of his eyes? Raven finally lifted her eyes to his own and gave a nod,

He certainly was interesting..

“Thank you… Raven,”

“Yes.”

Jason sauntered into the room, his hips having a luscious sway to them, and casually moved to her bookshelf. He began to look at the titles on her shelf with a mild interest, running his fingers over the spines with touches that seemed practically irreverent. Raven let him read the books quietly, trying to decipher him, but coming up completely empty.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, Raven. I can sense you’re… uneasy. If you don’t want me here, I can go back to my room,” he stated conversationally, never turning around to look back at her. “If you changed your mind, I don’t have to be here. It’s okay. You will lose your company, but that’s all.”

“No, it’s not that,”

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I stay then?” He glanced over his shoulder and watched her, his lips curling up into another smile.

“Yeah, yeah.. you can stay, I guess…” Raven felt her body react under his heady stare and looked around her room again, trying to avoid looking into his eyes. She knew that the moment she saw those shadows again, she would be unable to stop herself from saying no. She desperately wanted to see what was hiding inside him. “It’s just that Dick promised to spend night so when I heard knocking, I wasn’t expecting you.”

He cast her a sidelong glance, that infuriating smile playing across his lips again as his fingertips continued to slide along the spines of her books. “Fucking your best friend's husband in her own house?”

“Who cares about her?” Raven scoffed.

“Mm…” Jason made a noncommittal noise as he pulled a book off her shelf with long, careful fingers. “Crime and Punishment? This is one of my favorite novels.”

Hers too. She lifted her eyes to his face again, silently telling him to continue.

“I think Raskolnikov’s delusions of being the hero are… interesting. A blatant indicator of human desires to be more than just themselves, and more than just humans. There’s such an interesting concept that this lays deep at the core of our being, the lust for the idea that the individual is more than just a being among other beings, an individual can be a superman – above all other humans.” He paged through the book and looked up at her, still smiling behind those smoldering eyes. “It’s a great idea…don’t you think?”

Raven just sat there, her mouth hanging open just a little bit as she tried to process exactly what he had just said. He was carrying on advanced discussions of Russian literature with her… in the same way that Dick had easily built their physical chemistry as if it was nothing to be concerned with. How exactly Batman trains his sidekick to be both exceedingly handsome and exceedingly intelligent?

So it's not only Dick,

Jason chuckled. “You look intrigued.”

She was.

“Do you want to talk books?”

She did. It had been so long since she carried on a conversation about classic literature with someone other than Dick and few people at library.

He snapped the book shut, eyes staring deeply into her own as he read her expression like it was one of her books. “We can just talk books if you want, little bird. There’s no need to push if you don’t want to do anything else.” He smiled and moved closer to her. “Besides, I don’t mind the discussion… there’s only one other person I could talk Russian literature with and he and I… well… we don’t really get along. So, I wouldn’t mind the deeper conversation for once.”

She knew that not many of their friends were not all that interested in literature, or even know what Russian litrature is, to able to have real conversations. Maybe this was a good thing? Raven’s stare flicked down to the worn book in his hands and then back to his eyes. Chewing on her lower lip, she weighed the pros and cons for a moment before giving a delicate, careful nod. “Books...talking about books sounds good.”

“Good.” He moved and sat on the edge of her bed. “We’ll start with books.”

Raven felt her heart pound against her ribs at his choice of words.

Start?

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The rest of their time seemed to mix and mingle together in a whirlwind of questions and back-and-forth teasing, and Raven found herself intrigued with what he had to say. It was easy conversation, like something between friends, and it didn’t take Raven very long to relax against him, listening as he critiqued some of her favorite books with sharp but insightful censure. He never ended a point with “well that’s how I feel”, but brought up interesting points of view, and some she had never considered. It was surprisingly… fun.

The next thing Raven knew she was laying spread out on her bed, listening to his low laughter as he trailed his fingertips up and down her arm, picking at loose threads on her sweater.

Jason poked a finger into her side and shook his head, his teasing smile spilling his lips. “Of course you would like Pride and Prejudice.”

Raven pursed her lips and looked over at him as he fidgeted with the pen in her hair. He was impossibly close to her, and she could smell the scent of his breath mingling with the thick scent of his cologne and the heat of his body. It felt like something out of a cheap romance novel, and she both loved and hated it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“All girls like Pride and Prejudice, it’s like… the thing that girls do.” He propped his head up on his arm and looked down at her, a secretive smile playing on his lips. “You know, swoon over Mr. Darcy and all of his reserved mannerisms… giggle when he finally admits that he loves her, start to feel like you too could be part of the Pemberley estate.”

“I don’t swoon over anyone!” Raven rolled her eyes and tried to look insulted, but she knew she was smiling. “I’m not that path-“

“Cute?” He cut her off, draping his arm over her stomach with another smile. He invaded her space easily and Raven found she didn’t mind it at all.

“Because I think you’re pretty cute, Raven.” He leaned over her, pressing his nose against her own, never moving any closer than that innocent hovering over her body. “Seeing you try and deny your secret crush for Mr. Darcy.”

“I don’t have a secret crush.”

“Oh, really?”

Raven’s breath was catching in her throat and she wasn’t sure when she had gotten so warm or felt her cheeks flush so brightly. The heat and tension wove taut between them, feeling like it was going to snap at any moment and the world would explode in a show of fireworks that drowned them both in indescribable colors. He was so close. Licking her lips, her eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth and back again, her mind swirling in a storm of thoughts and curiosities. Could she venture any farther? What about Dick? All it would take was just a tilt of her head...

Jason smiled as if he knew exactly where her thoughts were wandering, and he leaned down even closer, the soft flesh of his lips just barely hovering over her own. A second ticked by between them, and he captured her lower lip in his teeth, nipping at her before releasing the her. “Kiss me, little bird.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice.

Raven leaned up and pressed an innocent kiss to his full, sinful mouth. A moment hung suspended between them, like a fuse to a stick of dynamite, and then the inferno started. He made a deep, throaty noise of approval and pressed against her lips, returning the kiss stroke for stroke, and lick for lick. Whatever she gave him, he returned ten-fold and with considerable skill. Each push from him was just more fuel for the fire racing through her veins, pooling low in her stomach until everything felt like flames licking her skin.

Raven groaned at the faint taste of anise and cinnamon on his tongue, and she brought her hand up to bury into his hair, pulling him tight against her. His taste was addicting, and so different from the fresh mint of Dick. Jason tasted like sin, and she wanted to keep drinking from him until she was satisfied.

The arm around her waist slid slowly under her sweater and his fingertips stroked her stomach with light, teasing caresses. Never enough to feel like he was pushing insistently at her, but just enough to remind her that he could very easily control her body. Raven whimpered into his mouth, and her head fell back against the pillow as he ravished her with the most sinful kisses she had ever tasted. Each stroke from him was like unlocking a darker part of her soul, and all she wanted was to drown in the shadows he offered her.

“Fuck.”

Raven blinked, suddenly realizing that he was scrambling off of her, reaching for his jacket as a loud buzzing noise echoed through the silence of her room. He offered her an apologetic look before answering his cell phone.

“Jason here.” Pause. “Yeah, I know I know.” Pause. “Yes… yes… well… can’t I just-“ His eyes flicked over to Raven and he sighed, leaning against her desk. “What about Garth? Or Roy?” He cursed under his breath. “Okay, okay. Jeez, I know. Calm your tits, dude. Fine. I’ll take care of it.” With another curse he ended the call and started to pull on his jacket.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I have to go, little bird. Looks like they have another mission for me.”

Raven blinked in surprise, her eyes flicking to the clock. They had been talking for over three hours and it was almost midnight, it's just took three hours for him to How in the world had they both lost track of time like that? It took him only three hours to make her kiss him, and she was more than ready to go further. She blinked and sat up, shaking her head. “I’m sorry… I didn’t even realize… I didn’t get you in trouble did I? For being late to your mission, I mean.”

“Nah…” He smiled and ran his hands through his tousled hair. “Besides, it was worth it.”

Raven blinked, eyes questioning as she watched him readjust himself. “What?”

“Worth it… every mean word and punishment from the League is totally worth spending time with you.” He walked over to her and curled his hand under her chin, bringing her lips up to his own. He gave her another taste of his dark, drugging kisses before pulling away with another smile. “You’re the most fun I’ve had in a while, Little Bird… and we didn’t even take our clothes off.”

She gulped.

“Here, this is my personal number.” Jason touched the back of his cellphone with her own, until they both heard the familiar notification sound. “If you’re interested in talking or… maybe just hanging out? Let me know.” He ran his thumb over her lips before pulling away. “I have few days off after this… just in case you’d like to see me outside the bedroom..”

Did she?

Her eyes flicked to the discarded copy of Crime and Punishment.

She did.

Raven noded slowly, watching with silence as he walked out of the room with a small wave, his eyes bright. Silence wrapped around her and she felt her emotions spiral out of control as she tried to hold onto her breath and sanity for just a few minutes at least. It should be absolutely illegal to make a woman feel like this. Letting her heart calm down just a little, she looked down at her phone with a strange feeling.

Jason Todd.

What the hell, she just got herself into..

#robrae #dickrae #jayrae #teen titans #raven roth #raven teen titans #smut #dick grayson #robin #smut prompts #shameless smut #teen titans smut #jason todd #jason todd x raven #jason todd x rachel roth

[hunterofartemis7]

Jason: *barges into Damian’s room* hey short staa-whaaat is happening?

*sees this*

Damian: raven needed help with a spell. I volunteered

Jason:…..okay.. *slowly backs away*

Tim: you okay?

Jason: loon in the brats room

Tim:🤨 *looks*……you good?

Damian: yep

Tim: you don’t need help?

Damian: nope

Tim:…..raven are you gonna send him to hell?

Raven: no

Jason: can you?

Tim: Jason!

Jason: what!? Like you haven’t thought of that!

Raven: can you please leave? I can’t focus.

Tim: right, sorry Rae *leaves*

Jason: I’ll leave you be. BRUCE!! *goes get him*

Damian:🙄

#damian x raven #damirae #raven dc #raven roth #raven teen titans #damian wayne #robin damian #jason todd #tim drake

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

I saw a version of this that was antiship so I thought I'd make a proship one. All ships welcome <3.

Edit: I'm sorry I forgot Sladedick 🤦

#dc comics #dick grayson #batman #birdflash #wally west #dc #jason todd #nightwing #the flash #koriand'r #dickory #poll #ship poll #bruce wayne #brudick #barbara gordon #dickbabs #roy harper #dickroy #dickcon #dick grayson x conner kent #dick x raven #birdflashlinda #proship

[alexandriaellisart]

nightbirds

^-^

#raven #jason todd #raex #jayrae #teen titans 2003 #teen titans #i love them so much #red x

[hana-no-seiiki]

MATCHBREAKER

inspired by TAWOG’s “The Matchmaker”episode. aka damian asserting his dominance the prequel. everyone is aged up and legal.

pairing: yan! batfam/teen titans x kitsune! reader

status: unedited

[ prequel to this fic ]

Damian had finally come to terms that he may have a crush on you. As evidenced by his large collection of photos, clothing and drawings. But, along with this came a slew of obstacles.

Now you see the biggest problem about his crush on you was that a lot of people also had an obsession with your magnificent self, mainly Garfield and Rachel. In addition to your newfound relationship with the former, Damian was in shambles.

And Rachel, not realizing Garfield was actually serious about his flirtations towards you, may or may not have created a love potion that he ended up stealing and dosing you with.

“So you’re saying that the reason why I’ve been suffering these past few days weren’t because they genuinely loved each-other, but because you. screwed. up?!”

Dick shook the magic-user back and forth. You had been outright rejecting his advances these past few days in favor of actually being loyal to your boyfriend and it hurt his poor ego; shattered his heart. Not only that but the two of you would engage in such aggressive PDA he wouldn’t be surprised if you two started boning during a fight.

“No, it’s because they’re just destined to be together— yes, Grayson! I screwed up!” Rachel shoved him off of her. Dusting her cape before readjusting it to cover her entire body again.

“And Garfield didn’t consume any of this Love Potion, you speak of?” Kori thought back to the times Garfield outright said how much he loved you. He was quite shameless but he never got serious or confident enough to properly pursue you when the entire team was after your affections.

“That’s. . . all on him. The Love Potion works with just one recipient.”

“That little—“

Damian interrupted Jamie from swearing, an even graver look on his face as he commander. “Titans. It’s time to play Matchbreaker.”

PLAN A: FE[A]R OF COMMITMENT

The plan of attack included several strategies. Each carefully thought out before hand. Well, for the most part.

“[Y/N] hates commitment. What if we scare them by making Garfield propose?” Jamie proposed, the beetle behind him pulses its lights in agreement.

“On it.” Tim got to working. In just an hour he had a site and link to lure you in. Running on pure determination to keep you away from Beast Boy, it wasn’t a challenge to make an elaborate trap by hacking into Garfield’s account and messaging you. That, and considering you’re a bit of a boomer. You didn’t really question much of what was happening.

“. . . You’re invited to a wedding with Garfield?” You read aloud as everyone watched with bated breaths.

But instead of reeling in disgust, it’s almost as if hearts started growing out of your eyes as you squealed, “Awe~! A-ccept!”

Everyone deflated in defeat. Some looked to Rachel in scorn. “I may or may not have increased the dosage to . . . almost unbreakable levels.”

“Why?!”

“As . . . practice. . .” Rachel looked away, using her cape to partially cover her face.

The rest of the titans collectively sigh.

“Nothing a little finesse can’t fix.” Dick cracked his knuckles.

PLAN C: [C]RIME OF PASSION

“[Y/N]. You look stunning today.” Nightwing approached you. A smirk on his face that would look menacing if it wasn’t from your friend.

“Thanks, Dick — I— “ You waved at him only for your lips to meet his seconds after. You struggled to push him away, but that only worsened the situation and prompted him to insert his tongue.

The worst part of the whole situation being that Garfield just walked in to witness that.

Rachel and Damian appeared behind him, courtesy of the former’s magic and with the latter holding a baton in his hands. “What’s this?”

“A crime of passion.”

The two were prepared to knock out Garfield if he did seriously attempt hurting you. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, and since he wasn’t affected by magic everything should go according to pla-

“But they’re too good not to be shared!”

“Alright folks, get the big bird off of them!”

Dick was knocked out by Jason and Victor, effectively putting him out of commission for the next . . . several plans.

PLAN F: [F]URRY LOVE

“Okay who named this plan, exactly?”

Rachel questioned as she looked through the blueprints and diagrams on the board (Yes, they were being that thorough).

Victor coughed at her comment.

“Before we start this properly I can at least make one of his transformations last a while so they don’t . . . “ Do the hanky panky. Everyone thought in different levels of crassness in their head.

“Do it.” The entire team wordlessly agreed, if there was anything they’d do everything to stop it was you getting down and dirty with the green young adult.

After an intense mission and just as Rachel’s spell dictated, Garfield was stuck in his gorilla form. “I- I can’t turn back!”

But the heroes seemed to forget that you also had a furry form and did not mind Garfield’s in the slightest, even cheering him up by saying, “It’s fine, honey. It just means there’s more to love!“

“GET THEM AWAY FROM EACHOTHER, NOW!” Victor screeched in horror, circuits frying from the terrifying sight he’s witnessing.

After promptly blasting the two of you apart for a bit, the team members hurried into their positions for the second half of the plan.

“Quick, get the lice!” Kori hollered at Jamie who was fumbling around with the box of lice he bought online. She then lifted him overhead, allowing the blue suited man to cover his former friend (he didn’t consider him a friend anymore at this point) with the insects.

“Ack! Why am I feeling so itchy?”

“Let me help you with that—“

You two are swiftly sent to different parts of the state before things get too nasty.

PLAN L: JEA[L]OUS DAMIAN (actual name: [L]eft Nut)

It has been almost a week since they started unleashing their plans upon the couple but the Titans and co. didn’t gain much ground. Your infatuation almost worsened as the days went by, and keeping you away from Beast Boy was close to impossible when your specialty in the team was stealth and espionage.

“Demonspawn? Hang on — what are you-“ Jason, who had a perfect line up for Garfield’s scrotum raised his hands in annoyance, watching through his scope as his younger brother suddenly swooped in to grab you from your boyfriend and ruining his shot.

“Well . . . That works.”

Once Damian had you secured in his room, he slammed you unto his bed.

May it be from the shock of sudden movements or seeing your own crush hovering over you, the effects of the Love Potion broke and you leaned upwards to kiss your leader.

You two spent hours tied up together before you eventually pulled away. Meeting the youngest Robin’s still angered face you laughed awkwardly,

“Ahaha . . . I’m screwed aren’t I?”

“Oh Habibti, you can’t even imagine.”

Damian was unsure of his future with you. What he was sure of was that this little fox needed a leash, and what leader would he be if he didn’t assert his authority?

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere batfam #yandere damian x reader #yandere teen titan #yandere teen titans x reader #yandere rachel #yandere raven #yandere cyborg #yandere starfire #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere red hood #yandere nightwing #x reader #yandere dc x reader #dc x reader #dc heroes x reader #damian x you #yandere tim drake #yandere jamie reyes

[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"Thought I was gonna lose you"

"Oh, baby, you can't get rid of me that easily"

You slammed into the hospital room where the nurse told you your boyfriend was at. You received a call from Dick almost 15 minutes ago while you were reading Jason's annotated Pride and Prejudice book, smiling at his little comments at the side. Once you heard "Jason" and "Hospital" in the same sentence, you quickly bookmarked the novel and ran out the door.

The four Titans accompanying Jason; Dick, Gar, Kori and Rachel, turn to you, but your main focus was on Jason. His eyes closed, bandages all over his torso, IV needles stuck all over and an oxygen mask over his face. Your heart beated faster, pushing the Titans out of the way to get a closer look of your lover, gently caressing his face.

"We were told he's in a coma," Dick immediately says. "There was a messy encounter with Deathstroke and-"

"And Jason jumps head in first like always," Kori interrupts, arms crossed, annoyed expression on her face, staring down at the boy.

"We don't know when he'll wake up," Gar says quietly.

You don't reply. All you can do is lean your forhead against his, praying that he'll wake.

You're not part of the Titans, but you've known Jason for years and he'd entrusted you with his identity, and soon after, neither of you could hide your feelings towards one another for long.

"He's going to wake up. He'll wake up soon," was all you could say, just barely above a whisper.

"C'mon," Dick quietly says, motioning for the Titans to leave the two of you alone. When the three members leave, Dick places his hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"He was knocked out but.. he was calling your name when he got out of the ER," Dick tells you. "He's strong. He'll wake up."

When Dick leaves, you pull a chair up beside the bed, sitting down and laying your head beside Jason's torso, holding his hand.

And that's how it remained for the next few weeks. Jason didn't show any signs of movement but you still stayed in that chair, only getting up to use the bathroom. Even with Dick's authoritative commands, telling you to go home and that he'll watch over Jason, you didn't move an inch.

Gar was the only other person to visit Jason, and occasionally dropping of some food for you, while the others focus on missions.

"He never stops talking about you, y'know," Gar suddenly says, placing a paper bag full of greasy food on the small table beside you. "Training, fighting, debriefing, he's always bringing you up. 'Do you think Y/n would be impressed with this move?', 'I have to go, I want to hang out with Y/n', 'Don't tell Y/n I got stabbed'. I don't remember the last time he talked about anything other than you," Gar tells you, repeating all the things Jason had told him about you.

Your eyebrows scrunched together and lifted your head up to look at Gar as he handed you a burger. "He got stabbed? When??" You asked, accepting the burger.

Gar lightly laughed at the fact that you know Jason can take a punch or a stab, but would still be concerned even if Jason stubbed his toe.

"It was a month ago. He's more than fine now- well. The wound, I mean," He corrects, knowing Jason's current situation is definitely not more than fine.

You sighed, looking back at your boyfriend. "Thanks, Gar," You say, a smile tugging at your lips as your grip tightened on Jason's hand.

"For...," Gar's head tilted, confused what you were thanking him for while quickly stealing one of your fries.

You shrugged one of your shoulders. "For being his friend. He's told me some of the stuff he's gone through. How some of the other guys treat him. Without a shadow of a doubt he's wreckless and impulsive. But he's smart. And strong and brave. So.. thanks.. I guess. For believing that he is all of those things."

Gar sighed and gave you a lopsided hug. "Of course. He's my teammate amd my friend."

You leaned into Gar's hold, hand on his arm, giving it an accepting and gentle squeeze.

~

You remained by Jason's side a month and two weeks later, only leaving the room to go back to your house, asking Gar to look after Jason while grabbing a pair of extra clothes, plus a hoodie and leather jacket you stole from Jason.

You fell asleep, hugging Jason's arm, not noticing how his other arm went over his body and rested on your head, stroking your hair.

"Wakey wakey, gorgeous," You heard a raspy, groggy voice call out to you. You blinked twice before processing that someone was calling out to you. Your eyes widen as you jolt up from you seat and saw Jason smiling up at you.

"Don't tell me you've been sleeping in that position for long, babe, that could not be comfortable," Jason tried to joke. You didn't even realised what he said. You were still processing that he's awake.

A few seconds of realisation later, you start breaking down, tears cascading down for face and sobs choking out your throat.

"Oh, mama, c'mere," He whispers, weakly holding his arms out. You lunge forward, but careful not to lean over his bandages. You sobbed in his bare shoulder as he shushed you, stroking your hair.

"You scared me," you whimpered.

"I know, baby. 'm sorry, shh it's okay, I'm okay." he assures, pressing a light kiss to the crown of your head.

"I missed you," you mumbled, your finger tracing shapes along his skin.

"Missed you too, doll," he responded. "I heard you, y'know. Rereading Pride and Prejudice, saying how stupid my comments were. Asking me to wake up. Talking to Gar 'n all," he quietly explains.

"Thought I was gonna lose you"

"Oh, baby, you can't get rid of me that easily," he tried joking once more, this time earning a skicker from you as you left a soft, lingering kiss on his collerbone.

Jason shifted to one side of his bed, leaving a wider space beside him. He patted the empty space next to him, telling you to lie with him.

"Jay, I can’t, your bandages-"

"They'll be fine, I promise," he interrupts you. "Just come here with me. I'll heal faster if I'm holding you," he says with a cheeky smile dancing across his face.

You roll your eyes, but as much as you wanted him to have space to heal properly, the selfish part of you took over and slid in beside him, craving his touch that had you starved for too long.

You lay your head on his arm and you gently wrap your arm over his waist as Jason's arm cradles your head, the other draping over your body, pulling you closer, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours. It was a deep and hungry kiss that you both missed as you tiredly nuzzle your fave against his arm.

"Get some sleep, beautiful," Jason says. "You need some proper sleep," he kisses your forhead.

You hummed in response, quickly falling into a quick, comforting slumber, Jason closing his eyes shortly after.

Bonus:

After what felt like eternity, you finally slept, better yet, in the arms of the love of your life, knowing he's okay.

After finally getting a break from missions, the Titans made their way unto the hospital to see how Jason's doing.

"If Jason hadn't start the mission on his own, he wouldn't even be in this state," Rachel ranted to Dick, the two of them carrying plastic bags full of take away.

"Definitely taking a toll on Y/n," Kori says. "That kid's seen better days"

The group stopped in their tracks, looking through the window of Jason's room, seeing the couple in each other's embrace.

"Jason's awake!" Gar exclaims.

Dick smiled to himself and started shooing the Titans back.

"Alright, Jason's okay, we'll come back later when he and Y/n wake up". He said, smiling once more at the sight of the two.

♡Might be an ass fic seeing as I tried not to fall asleep. So.... definitely spelling/grammar errors somewhere.. Anyways, Hope you enjoyed reading! ♡

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd is my life #titans jason todd #jason todd titans #dc titans #i love jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd x gn!reader #jason todd ff #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #jason todd fanfiction #dick grayson #garfield logan #rachel roth #koriand'r #nightwing #raven #beast boy #starfire #robin #red hood x gender neutral reader #red hood x you #red hood x y/n

[djbunnie]

Damian: You’re not going to believe what just happened, Dick! Raven walked right on by me like I wasn’t there! Does she not care about me at all? 

Dick: Okay, well, does Raven even know you like her now? 

Damian: I don’t know! I’ve ignored her, I’ve been mean to her. What else can I do? 

Jason: …sounds like you’ve tried everything

#damirae #dcamu #raven roth #damian wayne #demonbirds #damian x raven #nightwing #dick grayson #red hood #jason todd #bat bros

[scp230kinnie]

Hcs for the titans mcs pls (Dick, Gar, Rachel, & Kori)

Lowkey gonna marry whoever sent this 😜

TITANS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

I assume you meant relationship, so here’s that

Characters: Dick Grayson, Rachel Roth, Gar Logan, Jason Todd, and Koriand’r

Genre: fluff 😜 relationship hcs

Warnings: SPOILERS ⚠️ mentions of death & injury. Slightly suggestive. None of the characters mentioned are mine, all Headcanons are made up by me, not canon whatsoever. Everything said/mentioned is fictional.

On with the fic

Dick Grayson

He a baddie

He tries actually so hard to keep you out of danger

I feel like he would try to hide the whole titans thing from you if you didn’t know about it, but realistically finding out would be inevitable

He can always tell when you’re lying. It’s like a sixth sense to him

As a matter of fact, he can tell when anyone lies to him

He probably likes it when you help patch him up after a fight (not that he would admit it)

If you’re expecting a man who’s open about anything (his past, etc) you have another thing coming

It would take a lot for him to actually open up

Even if he does open up, he doesn’t like telling you much about his time with Bruce.

Dont bring it up either lol

Man is so touch deprived omggg

It’s not exactly that he never got it, it’s more that he never wanted it

He would like flinch if you ever touched him, but he would get used to it

He has a fat ass I wanna slap it

If you do that, he’s probably gonna slap yours back

No PDA. Holding hands at the MOST. Unless you’re upset or hurt, then he’ll give you a quick hug or something

He likes to stay serious generally, but sometimes he’ll be silly and it’s so cute ong

He wants you to stay away from the crime fighting scene.

He even gets scared for your health in case one of his enemies decides to go for you

He would try to teach you some self defence

If you are a crime fighter, he helps you train, and stays close to you on missions if he can

His favourite part of your body is your face. He loves looking into your eyes or kissing your lips or cheeks

Next 😜

Rachel Roth

She’s probably so sweet and understanding

You are always her main priority

All she ever wants is to keep you safe

Sometimes, she gets very distant because she can’t control her abilities and she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you

If you didn’t already know the titans, she would absolutely introduce you to them as soon as she can

She can’t help but smile when she looks at you

She gives you her clothes if you want <3

She’d only open up after a while, it wouldn’t take too long, but she would still be a little distant

She loves being close to you and like hugging you or holding hands

Very up for PDA

No making out or anything, but will hug you and hold your hand in public

She just thinks you’re the most interesting person ever

She remembers every word you tell her

She would probably get matching piercings with you omgggg

She loves painting your nails to match hers

Like Dick, she can also tell when you’re lying. (But that’s just a side effect from her abilities)

She always posts pictures or videos of you on her social media if she has any

Will always offer you an earbud if she’s listening to music, will be very happy if you do the same

She loves learning about what music you listen to

Loves getting matching anything (hoodies, rings, even online profile pictures)

Her favourite part of you is your eyes or your hands

Garfield Logan

When he sees you’re upset, he will say the worst jokes he can think of to make you laugh

Even when you’re not upset he does that anyway

He just loves hearing your laugh or seeing your smile

He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever

Absolutely LOVES playing video games with you

It’s literally his favourite thing in the world

If he notices you’re cold, he might give you his jacket for a bit

Will defo turn into your favourite animal for you

Especially if it’s a dog or a cat so he can cuddle with you

Opens up so fast tbh

It’s good tho that means he trusts you

Little spoon fosho 😜😜😜

He loves holding or touching you in some way

Loves PDA sm

Just loves proving you’re his

The titans probably knew about you the first day he saw you💀

He’d get you guys matching white shoes and get sharpies to Color them together <3

Would draw a wiener somewhere on em tho

PAINT HIS NAILS

He would make you do some stupid ahh tiktok dances with him

Would give you some stupid nicknames

His favourite thing about you is 100% your hair. He would absolutely adore touching it/playing with it, no matter the length

Jason Todd

He a little cute patootie

IDC WHAT HES DONE

Everyone he talks to knows about you tbh

He’s just so proud of you

He makes so many sexual jokes it’s wild

Also always grabs your ass 😢

Gives you some cringe nickname

He doesn’t like opening up, I can understand that

He prefers hearing you talk, rather than him

Would protect you with his mf life

Also would teach you to fight

He wants to know that you can protect yourself when he’s not there

Adores it when you clean his wounds or rub his shoulders after fights

He’s pretty secretive but would probably break down one day and tell you everything

Would definitely give you his hoodies/sweaters

Into PDA

He just likes to prove to everyone that you’re his tho

Loves to hold you

His face part of you is ur nose

Easy to kiss

Koriand’r

She’s gorgeous my wife

She seems more stoic, but she really cares about you, more than anything

She loves to talk shit with you tbh

Only abt people who deserve it ofc

She loves when you make her laugh, it makes her feel more comfortable with you

Matching jewelry 🔛🔝

Loves it when you play with her hair

She can’t really use words to express how she feels about you, prefers to use her actions instead

She doesn’t want you to think differently of her because she is a princess or whatever

She’s had plenty of past lovers, but she knows you’re her favourite

She’ll take a while to open up, but she will eventually

Doesn’t do PDA

Or very much physical affection as it is

Will still hug you tho <3

Like everyone else, she will do everything she can to protect you and make sure you don’t get hurt

Will k word anyone who looks at you the wrong way

She’s very protective

And kinda jealous

She loves every part of you lowkey

The end guys idk what else to write

#fluff #headcanons #scp230kinnie #titans #netflix #dc #dc titans #dick grayson #koriand'r #rachel roth #gar logan #jason todd #dick Grayson x reader #kori x reader #rachel Roth x reader #gar Logan x reader #jason Todd x reader #raven x reader #beast boy x reader #Robin x reader #Nightwing x reader #starfire x reader #red hood x reader

[lothirielswandc]

Rachel Roth: I come to you as a future daughter-in-law to conduct a contingency plan to prevent disaster and pain which you, as the future father-in-law, will have to suffer through.

Bruce Wayne: You have the floor. And my entire afternoon.

Barry Allen: wtf

Rachel Roth: Kory and Dick are planning classic family activities that will threaten the foundations of this family and we cannot allow them to continue. You know that they’re going to want to take that picture of everyone in a white shirt and blue jeans jumping on the beach. Selina will not agree to it, Damian will not agree to it, Jason will play along just to screw it up, which will piss Dick off, which will then in turn piss Damian off, and finally piss off Tim through collateral. In the end, they will all try to kill each other, and we’ll have to watch along with whatever poor witnesses are present.

Bruce Wayne: *a single teardrop rolls down his cheek* I’m not alone anymore.

Barry Allen: What is HELL just happened—

#dc #rachel roth #raven roth #damian wayne #damian x raven #damirae #dc multiverse #raven #robin #batfam #demonbirds #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #koridick #koriand'r #kory anders #kori anders #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #barry allen #the flash

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #2

[masterlist] [part two] [part three] [part four]

Prompt found here

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The thing about being the half-ghost protector of a small Midwestern city whose rogues gallery consists of both the inhabitants of a parallel dimension intrinsically linked to the "living" one as well as goons from the government, is that you tend to get a bit lonely. There's never any representation for him or others like him among the well known heroes of the world, he's really got no one to model how he should fight his city's crime. Sure, Superman has a lot of powers that are similar to his own, but he's a beloved alien not a hated eldritch entity. And sure, Danny loves knowing there's other sentient life out there, but when the government is one of his rogues, it's kinda hard to look up to government approved heroes.

Though Captain Marvel was pretty cool, not gonna lie.

But his point was, as far as Danny knew, he was the only eldritch being/cryptid to have taken up heroics, ever, and that… that hurts sometimes, that he was the only one out of a rather large cast of possible "other" beings in the world to decide that protecting others was worth more than his own potential safety. He was both the frontrunner and the sacrificial lamb. If he succeeded in changing the narrative, in convincing humanity that supernatural beings and entities couldn't be defined by a few really well known bad nuts, then others would publicly fly his banner, but if he didn't, if he failed, then, well, no ectoplasmic skin off their metaphorical noses, y'know? It was isolating.

Danny honestly expected the rest of his existence would be defined by that loneliness, by being the only hero to be of a supernatural flavor others were actively terrified of. Until, that is, Sam and Tucker nearly broke his bedroom door down one Sunday morning, breathless and beaming, which was so out of character for Sam that Danny was kinda expecting his ghost sense to go off signaling she was being overshadowed. But no, she wasn't. She was genuinely excited about something, enough to act like the daughter her parents wished she was, not the down-to-earth goth beauty they actually had.

"Woah, guys, what's up?" Danny asked, sitting up from his sprawled out position on his bed. Tuck shut and locked his door while Sam pulled her phone out and showed it to him. He stared at the screen in shock for a few minutes as his friends got their breathing under control. "Is… is that… is that what I think it is?"

Sam nodded, grinning like a loon. "Tuck double checked everything. There's multiple cases with enough correlation between them, buried deep enough in the web, that for it all to be one big hoax or just a huge coincidence would be functionally impossible. This is real, Danny. You're not alone anymore." On her phone was a website, which looked like a newspaper of some sort, with a headline reading, "The Cryptid Known as Batman Strikes Again! Twoface Back in Arkham!" It was posted just last week. Danny took Sam's phone and looked through the open tabs. There were articles and blog posts and Reddit pages and YouTube channels dedicated to what seemed to be a whole clan of cryptids who made Gotham City their home. All of them praised the elusive clan. Thanked them for protecting them. For saving them.

Danny started tearing up. He couldn't help it. Here was proof that what he was doing wasn't all for nothing. It was possible to be a hero loved by those he protected while being a member of the supernatural, part-time though his membership may be.

It was at that point that fourteen year old Danny "Phantom" Fenton decided the entity called "Batman" was his hero, his idol, the being he looked up to most of all. His method of fighting crime was a tad too violent for Danny, but his style was perfect. He couldn't change who or what he was, not without some serious side effects, but if "Batman" and their clan could turn the public's favor to their side despite being so obviously not human, something even literal aliens didn't attempt to do, then screw it, Danny was going to do the same thing. He would embrace his ghostliness as Phantom, instead of trying to pretend he was still human in that form. Maybe that was his problem, anyway? Could others tell he was pretending to still be human as Phantom? It didn't really matter at the moment, but it would be interesting to test that going forward…

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In the end, a year and a half is all it took for everything to completely fall apart. Danny would say he was surprised, but honestly, he'd seen this coming as far back as that incident with Pariah Dark, which ended with him ascending the ghostly throne. The way Amity Park reacted to that whole ordeal was rather telling. Although a number of the younger crowd had started shifting their views of Phantom, too many of the adults still saw him as a threat and vilified him, even after he saved all of reality.

Living in Amity Park had quickly become too dangerous for him and his team—Sam, Tucker, and Jazz—, but while Jazz was fairly easily able to get custody of Danny and get the two of them away from the boiling cauldron of tension, Sam and Tucker didn't have that option. His core protested leaving members of his fright behind in such a hazardous situation, but with no idea how things would go down where Jazz and Danny were running to, they had to leave them for the time being. If everything went to plan, then Jazz would call the rest of their fright to them.

Thankfully, with him being the ghost king now, his ghostly rogues had cut back on their attacks on his haunt during the past year, instead scheduling time with Jazz to teach him more about ghost culture, as well as other supernatural beings and their cultures. Due to these lessons, Danny, Sam, and Tucker would often debate what kind of beings Batman's clan had and how many beings the clan contained instead of finishing their homework.

Batman was obviously an entity loosely tied to shadows that had ascended to minor divinity over the past few years, while Robin had to be some sort of fey being, considering their eternally youthful appearance. This theory was backed by Robin's ability to mimic the voices of seemingly anyone. Raven, the next oldest member of Batman's clan, had to be eldritch in origin, though it was interesting that they claimed a name so closely related to death and prophecy. Danny and his friends couldn't quite agree on what kind of eldritch being Raven was, just that they were one.

Condor was an interesting being to debate, as the name also had strong ties with death, as well as rebirth. Sam thought that meant Condor was a Phoenix that wanted to stay on theme with the rest of the clan, while Tuck thought Condor was some kind of zombie. Jazz was actually the one to propose Condor may have been a lich, which honestly kind of made sense. Condor was known to have looser morals than the others in the clan, which fit with the general idea of how liches come into being, especially if those they killed came back as undead servants like some rumors claimed.

Around the same time Condor showed up, whisperings of a being named Oracle started showing up within the forums Tuck had hacked. While there was no confirmed record of appearance for her, there were multiple accounts of the other members of the bat clan sending words of thanks to her, so she might have been the actual spirit of the Oracle of Delphi, which would be so cool.

Ibis was definitely some sort of trickster spirit, possibly even a kitsune. With their tendency to dance around an opponent until victory was assured and their tenuous grasp on the humanoid form, they couldn't really be anything else. Black Bat had to be another entity loosely tied to shadows, though they seemed more eldritch than Batman was. Starling could literally only be a banshee, what with her death shrieks every time she attacked. Weirdly enough, Signal seemed to already have a supernatural theory attached to them, said theory being that they were the bat signal given sentience and humanoid form, though Danny thought they might be more of a vengeful spirit.

There were likely others, those not as well known or even ever seen. There always were. For Danny's fright, that was Ellie, who was constantly on the move, especially now that she'd mastered teleportation and portal making. While most of his former ghostly rogues knew of Ellie, the only humans that knew of her were members of his fright and Valerie.

At the time, spitballing ideas about the members of the bat clan in Gotham was just all fun and games, a way to practice the knowledge they were learning in a more practical and entertaining way than just bookwork. Now, though, Danny couldn't be more grateful they had spent so much time on those debates, countless nights they stayed up late trawling through the deep web to stay up to date on the latest on Gotham's guardian deity and his clan. Because they had such solid guesses on what beings made up the bat clan, they'd be able to appeal for sanctuary in a more appropriate manner than if they had no clue at all.

As his and Jazz's bus drew closer to Gotham on the horizon, Danny anxiously checked that the duffle with their offerings was still secured. He hoped the bats liked their gifts; they had barely any concrete info on any of the more public members, let alone the lesser known ones. He wasn't sure what they'd do if Batman refused their appeal; with the schematics to rebuild the Fenton portal within easy access of the GIW, they couldn't risk hiding out in the Infinite Realms for fear of drawing Danny's subjects into a fruitless war.

Please, he prayed to Gotham's guardian deity, please don't turn us away. You're our last hope.

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As Bruce was getting ready for patrol that night, he felt the creeping rise of anticipation. Something was going to happen tonight, something extraordinary. He just wasn't sure if it was going to be a good thing or not. Like usual.

For the past year and a half, Bruce had noticed an odd trend. Whenever something big was going to happen, something that would affect the entirety of his city, he'd feel antsy all day, right up until whatever was going to happen happened. It certainly helped cut down on the number of times they'd been caught with their metaphorical pants around their knees, but not being able to tell if the nebulous something was going to be good or not was annoying. Though, to be fair, there weren't a lot of good things that had happened since he started noticing his new sense.

"Listen up," he sighed as he stalked over to the conference table in the cave. "Something's going to happen tonight, something big. As usual, that's all the information I have, so you know the drill; if you see anything unusual, call it in." Bruce looked over his brood of children, most of them adults in their own right by now. Goodness, the years have flown by fast. "Try to stick relatively close to each other tonight, please. I want to be able to watch each other's backs in case whatever it is manages to get the drop on us."

Dick nodded with a grin. "You got it, B," he said, slinging an arm over Damian's shoulder. "C'mon, baby bird, let's run through our stretches one last time before heading out, yeah?"

"Tt, it is Todd who needs those stretches most, was he not the one to strain his knee last week?"

"You listen here, you little—"

"He's not wrong, Jay. You sure you don't want my stretch routine? It'd do you wonders, y'know."

"You mean your torture routine, Replacement? How you can get your body into some of those shapes and still call it stretching, I'll never know—"

Bruce shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. He wasn't quite sure when that change had happened, but he'd be forever grateful it had. It pained him when his sons fought each other.

A small hand came to rest on his shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at his daughter and smiled at her look of concern. "I'm alright," he reassured her, "just thinking."

Cass looked at him thoughtfully before nodding. "It will be alright. Tonight will be good. We will stay safe. You stay safe, too?"

Bruce was nodding before she finished speaking. "Of course. We should head out, any longer and Stephanie will try banshee striking the first shady person she sees," he said, an amused glint in his eye as Steph cried out in indignation from over by the batmobile.

An hour into patrol, and Bruce's anticipation skyrocketed. Whatever was happening tonight was happening soon. "Everyone, check-in."

"Raven here, checking in, all clear here." Dick.

"This is Condor, everything's normal on my end." Jason.

"Robin, checking in, nothing is out of place." Damian.

"Starling here! Just some run-of-the-mill muggers, currently crying for daddy!" Steph.

"Black Bat. Clear." Cass.

Where's—? "Ibis here. B, I think I found the source of your feeling. Sending Oracle my coordinates now." Tim.

"Understood. En route now. Do not engage without backup, understood?" Bruce demanded, taking off toward the beacon indicating Tim's location.

"I'll try, B, but I get the impression they know I'm here."

The anticipation rose again. Whoever Tim was watching definitely knew he was there. "We'll hurry."

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Tim clung to the gargoyle overlooking one of the many rooftop shrines to the Bats and the Birds. There, sitting cross-legged about a foot in the air next to the shrine, was a glowing teenaged boy with snow bright hair and Lazarus Pit green eyes. He was wearing a black and silver armored suit, similar to the suits he and his siblings wore, with a flowing cape that blended into the night hung from his shoulders and a greenish black crown floating just above his head. In his lap was a black, gray, and green duffle bag that looked to be rather full, and in his hand was a beat up looking photograph. He couldn't make out what it was a photo of from this angle, but he'd recognize a well-loved photograph anywhere.

"In position, IIbis, you may initiate contact." Bruce said over comms. Tim didn't bother acknowledging he heard and instead carefully unwound himself from his hiding place in the shadows. Carefully, he danced down the side of the building he was on, contorting himself into inhuman looking positions as he went, until he could silently drop onto the roof with the shrine. He slowly slunk forward, keeping low and accentuating his curiosity. That was the key, here, he really was curious about this kid. That was what sold IIbis as something other, something not human.

Tim was about five feet from the shrine when wide, glowing green eyes suddenly found his own, covered though they might be. Tim froze, holding the slightly exaggerated pose he'd found himself in, crouched and arched in a way that screamed wary curiosity. Cautiously, he rolled his head to the side and chirped slightly.

"You really do exist," the kid breathed in awe before he shook himself and straightened, grabbing the duffle from his lap before letting his feet meet the rooftop. "Hi, um, I was wondering if I could possibly meet with your clan leader, Batman?"

Tim stared at the kid for a long moment as Bruce silently made his way to the shadows of the shrine. At Bruce's signal, a soft tap on the comm, Tim shifted and rolled and contorted until he was standing in a much more human-like fashion, then purposefully turned only his head to look directly where Bruce's beacon said he was. The kid whipped his head around right as Bruce seemingly melted out of the shadows, his size and sheer presence seemingly dwarfing the kid, who sucked in a surprised breath but barely moved an inch. Impressive.

"Yes?" Bruce growled softly, not the unpleasant, gravelly growl reserved for criminals, but the warm, gentle rumble reserved for kids and victims.

The kid's awe only grew more pronounced, but somehow he still managed to pull himself together enough to speak. "H-hi, my name's Phantom, I'm not sure if you've heard of me or not. I'd like to ask for sanctuary for myself and my fright-mates. Our previous haunt has become rather hostile towards us, and I'm not strong enough to keep them safe. Um, I've got some gifts for you and your clan, I wasn't sure how large your clan was, so I'm sorry if I offend you or anything with the lack of gifts for everyone. M-may I pull them out?" He asked, lifting the duffle slightly to indicate what he meant.

Bruce was silent as he waited for the rest of the bats and birds to form a loose circle around Phantom, stances mostly non-threatening, and stepped forward into the glow coming from the kid. At this point, the kid's awe was nearly palpable, glancing at as many of them as he could but always facing Bruce and not moving more than his eyes.

After a further moment, Bruce tilted his head slightly and nodded, causing the kid to outright beam.

"Right! Well, first, for yourself, I have a set of ghost steel batarangs, enchanted to return to their case once they leave a hundred yard radius. They're tied specifically to the case, so you can lend them to someone else, but it's recommended you be the only one to use them for the first ten uses in live combat. Next, for Black Bat, a cloak made by the best undead tailors this side of eternity. Made from the shadows themselves, whoever wears it becomes functionally invisible in low light conditions and beyond. I was also told it grants slight shadow manipulation, as well. For Robin, a shape shifting sword from the fey realms themselves, fitting for a changeling child. All curses and tricks were totally removed, as we weren't certain you wouldn't share it with some of your clan mates, and we didn't want to accidently cause any problems that could have been averted—" Phantom kept going, pulling something from the bag, naming who it was for, and explaining a little about it, before putting it back in the bag and moving on. But what drew Tim's attention, time and time again, was the fact that Phantom seemed to be under the impression they were actually members of the supernatural—he all but called Tim a kitsune, and definitely implied Damian was a changeling! It was both amusing the kid honestly thought they were members of the supernatural, and rather concerning at the same time. They were all human, weren't they? They were method acting every time they suited up, heck, Tim was nothing more than a self trained contortionist that could mimic a few bird calls and knew a bit of self defense. Why did this kid, who was possibly an actual ghost, think they were supernaturally inclined? Were they really that good at method acting? Or was there something more to it than that?

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Hey, guys! I literally stayed up working on this until midnight, so already in pushing my self proclaimed boundaries (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）I had so much help from my friends on the @batpham-discord-highlights discord server, I'll look into tagging everyone that helped in the morning when I'm not struggling to stay awake (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) I hope you enjoyed this long fic, guys, cuz I was NOT expecting to write 3,266 words today! Good night, good morning, good day!

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp au #dp crossover #fanfiction #danny fenton #crossover #fanfic #cryptid batfamily #they're method acting. but it's working #a little too much #Danny is ghost king #it doesn't really come into play much #but he is #Batman didn't help found the justice league #Batfam sticks to Gotham #Dick Grayson is called Raven #Jason Todd is called Condor #Tim Drake is called IIbis #Damian Wayne is Robin #Stephanie Brown is called Starling #Cassandra Cain is Black Bat #Duke Thomas is Signal #of course Bruce Wayne is Batman #nanowrimo 2022 #NaNoWriMo Day 2

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Chapter 29 : Whispers of Passion

You can read my full work here on AO3.

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Raven shivered as the sweet force of his hand came down on the curve of her ass. She gritted her teeth and buried her head into the pillow, pulling just a little at the restraints tying her arms behind her back. She was desperately trying to ignore the burning, almost insatiable lust that was pooling under her navel and dripping down between her thighs, but it might have been too late for her. She gasped as his hand came down again, Jason’s voice growling out numbers with each movement. Raven moaned loudly, the sound luckily muffled by his pillow, and she reached deep inside herself, trying to hold onto the last bit of her control. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, burning bright against the last dregs of her sanity, and it was only a matter of time before she shattered under his relentless attention.

His hand came down again and Raven felt her control finally reach its end. Gasping and shivering, she looked over her shoulder at Jason, standing behind her, wrapping his tongue around his fingertips. He leaned back on his heels and stared at her, that damnable smirk pulling at the edges of his full mouth.

“Raven?”

“Please.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own, it sounded aching and needy, as if she was just inches from falling apart under him. Raven pulled at her restraints again. “Please.”

“Mm…”

He trailed his fingertips over the bright red of her skin, adding a soft, gentle touch to the endless fire that was consuming her. With a teasing smack, he brought his hand down on her ass before dipping it between her legs, two fingers finding her core and pumping slowly. Raven gritted her teeth, trying not to let her orgasm consume her just yet.

“Please what, Raven?”

He added a third finger to her core, pumping her with hard, quick strokes that made her head spin. Jason leaned down and kissed the marks he had made on her skin, his tongue coming out to soothe her just a little. Every sensation was threatening to break her, to make her fall into oblivion forever. Raven screwed her eyes shut and she gasped, hoping that maybe she could hold onto this feeling for a bit longer, but her legs trembled and sweat began to prick against her skin in little droplets as her stomach clenched and tensed.

“Please may I come?”

He slipped his fingers from her body, and Raven could hear him licking her from his fingers, but she didn’t move. Her body hung precariously to the edge of that cliff, waiting to fall with just a word of approval. She swallowed and buried her head into the pillow again, widening her stance just a little more, as if to entice him to take her.

“Please, Jason, may I come?”

His laughter was almost playful as it resounded through the hot, tense silence between them, and his hands wrapped tightly around her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He kissed up the length of her spine, nipping at her shoulder as his erection pressed against her core. Raven bit back another moan and she tried to control herself from pushing back against him. Gasping, she felt his fingers find her clit and tease, gently rolling the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Raven finally screamed, her lungs nearly giving out as she buried her face into the pillow again.

“That’s the sound I want to hear.” Without another word, he pushed himself into her body, shivering as he buried himself to the hilt. A few seconds of stillness skipped by and he groaned into her back, kissing down her spine. “This is going to be hard and fast, Little Bird.”

The endearment did not go unnoticed, but Raven was too far gone to dwell on the words. With a low curse, she begged him to fuck her, and that was all he needed. His hands tightened on her hips and he moved with wild abandon. Jason was relentless, his body shaking and shivering as every push of himself inside her brought them both closer to the edge. The savage, primal need that built between them was the only thing that held them together at this point, just one more push and they would explode into nothingness.

Everything seemed to sharpen to a point, and Raven swore she must have left this plain of existence and floated somewhere entirely new and foreign. Her body tensed and shook, every muscle sizing as she let go of a noise that wasn’t entirely human, and she gave herself over to pleasure. Behind her, Jason roared like a feral animal, his fingers biting into her hips as he yanked her hard against him, his body twitching and tensing over and over again until they were both nothing more than a puddle of muscles and raw nerve endings.

Minutes passed in slow, gasping silence before either of them moved. Jason’s hands slipped from her hips, reaching to pull the knot free on her restraints. With a low whistle, he kissed up and down her wrists, his free hand easing kinks in her shoulders and back.

“Raven… you need to not pull so hard next time.” He kissed the inside of her palm before slipping his hands under her weak, trembling form and pulling her onto the bed. Jason reached for his favorite blanket, wrapping her tightly in it and fluffing all the pillows around her with so much tenderness it almost seemed surreal. He tucked a bit of hair behind her ear and leaned down to look into her eyes. “You need to be more careful, you’re starting to leave marks on your wrist. And if you don’t tell me if they’re too tight, I can’t fix them.”

“I know…” Raven let go of a slow, easy breath, watching as she reached out and removed his condom, giving a loving squeeze to his balls in process. As soon as she was done, he reached into his drawer and pulled out lotions and a fresh cloth to clean her up with.

Jason crawled over her and began to wash her, his hands soft and smooth over her skin, each touch careful to evoke tenderness and caring. Raven leaned back against the pillows behind her, her eyes sliding close as the warm washcloth slid over her tense muscles and sore marks he had made with his hands. She chewed on her lower lip, feeling the question between them even before he said anything to her.

“So…” The washcloth slipped over the muscles in her arm before moving to her breasts. “... want to tell me what this particular call was about? It’s not really our normal night for play. Not that I mind moving my schedule around for you, Little Bird, but you’re not usually so… adamant on seeing me so quickly, especially with restraints.”

Raven rolled over as his hands twisted her hips, laying her out on her stomach. She heard him open the lotion and let out a soft sigh as he worked it into her skin. With a weak, mumbled curse, she buried her face into the pillow and groaned, not sure if she should go into detail about what prompted this particular call, but if she didn’t tell someone she might actually explode. She needed to talk to someone about the things she was feeling, and as much as she would have normally bared her soul to Dick, the things eating her alive were all about him. She tucked her hands under her head and hummed a little, his fingers soft and gentle as they dug into a knot in her shoulder, rubbing the lotion deeper.

“It’s complicated,” she mumbled after a long moment.

“Complicated?” His fingers trailed down her spine, finding another knot in her muscles and working it free as he smoothed more lotion over her. “How so?”

The lotion smelled of lavender and chamomile, and the scent seemed to drown her in softness, easing her nerves and tension until everything felt easier. She readjusted her heat on the pillow and picked at a fold in her comforter. “Dick is… an asshole.”

Jason laughed, his hands stilling on her back for a moment as he continued to chuckle. “Yes. Yes, he is. I am too. So, is Roy and Garth and Gar and Vic. We’re all assholes.”

“Gar and Vic too?”

“You don't fully know them yet. Although I admit that they are better than Roy and Garth, only if they are interested.” Jason leaned over her back and kissed her shoulders with playful, tender nips. “But, sorry I interrupted you, Little Bird. You were talking about Dick and his asshole-ness.”

Raven’s hands tightened in the comforter and she closed her eyes, taking in the scent and feeling of his hands over her, soothing her body after what had transpired between them. “I know this is stupid.”

“There is nothing stupid between us, you know that.” He kissed down her spine, his hands now working the lotion into the curve of her ass, soothing the marks he had made with his hands. “If there’s something you want to talk about, I’m here for you.”

“I… I think we broke up... For good.”

“Oh.” Jason’s hands stilled and he pulled back a little, getting more lotion and sliding it down her legs. A few seconds skipped by before he urged her on a little more. “And you’re… upset about it? Troubled? Angry?” He gave an awkward half-hearted laugh. “You actually got that more than you expect, Little Bird. Girls who think Dick is theirs, but this is what he is trained to do, what a playboy supposed to do. If what you told me is true then he shouldn't have gave you the illusion of love.”

“I know that… I mean, you don’t care for me, right?” She felt his smile and his fingers pinched the curve of her ass. She turned her head to look at him, only to find her lips in a soft, tender kiss before he pulled back.

“I care for you, Raven. You’re more than just a meal ticket for me. You’re interesting and fun and smart, and good god you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.” He took a moment to give her ass a tap, followed by a kiss at her lower back. Jason sat back on his heels and continued to massage her legs. “I don’t love you, if that’s what you’re trying to ask… but give me enough time and I could love you – without question. And, I could easily see how someone else would love you. I could see that happening without much effort on either of your parts.”

Raven’s eyes closed, her heart thundering in her chest as she felt her blood surge through her veins. If what Jason was saying was true, did that mean she was more than just a fling to Dick? Did that mean that she was someone special to him? Her head was a jumble of thoughts, words, and feelings she wasn’t sure if she completely understood yet. Did he have real feelings for her? Was that why he was so possessive over her? Why he was always so eager to answer her beck and call? He gave her everything she ever wanted without question. Dick was easy, fun, sweet, a total jerk at times, but always willing to put herself over his own, and at first Raven had assumed that was only because he wanted her body.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if Dick felt the same way for her that she did for him?

“You’re thinking very loudly over there.” There was the snap of the bottle cap closing and Jason put the lotion away. He kissed over her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace, bringing the blanket back up to cocoon them both under the warmth. “Is there something else you want to ask?”

“Mm… no…” She leaned back into him, letting his arms wrap around her stomach as he drew her deeper into his body. “I just… I’m just thinking a bit.”

“Well… I’ll leave this with you before you drift off to sleep, Little Bird...” Jason kissed her temple and rearranged the pillows around her so that she was more comfortable. “If you are thinking about Dick and… whatever this might be between you, I highly suggest you figure your feelings soon, because he certainly won't break his ties with Starfire, ever.”

Raven’s eyes shot open and she stared straight ahead, unable to move under the weight of the news. “What?”

“It seems that he lied to you too.” Jason repeated softly as he kissed behind her ear. “And I am almost a hundred percent certain he will lie to you forever, 'an affair' is everything you are to him. So, if you have feelings for Dick, I highly suggest you completely understand them, because you may not get the thing you want.” He paused for a moment, his voice even softer. “And even though I'm not that important to you, you’re very important to me, Little Bird, I’d hate to see you get ruined by someone like him.”

Raven’s eyes closed and she tried to control the butterflies in her stomach as she thought about his words. Did that mean… what exactly?

He kissed her temple again. “Just a thought, Little Bird.”

She savored the feeling, her eyes closing briefly as she pondered her next move. Her bottom lip found its way between her teeth, as if she were weighing the pros and cons of what was to come. Finally, with a determined look, she rose from the comfort of their cocoon, slowly and gracefully. Jason's eyes followed her every movement, captivated by the raw elegance she exuded.

As she moved, she crawled on all fours, moving with an effortless fluidity that made him hold his breath. She held his gaze with a boldness that both surprised and excited him, settling herself comfortably between his legs. Their bodies now intertwined, he felt a sense of completeness that he had never experienced before. It was as if the universe had aligned to bring them together in this one perfect moment.

Her gaze lingered upon him, taking a moment to simply appreciate the beauty of his manhood. She couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly formed he was, a testament to the power and majesty of the masculine form. As she looked up at him, their eyes met and held for a moment that felt like an eternity. It was as if they both knew what was to come, and silently communicated their mutual desire without a word he nodded.

Raven closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the moment and the sensations that enveloped her. With a gentle touch, she buried her nose in the warmth of his balls, breathing in deeply as if savoring the scent of the earth after a warm summer rain. Every breath was a feast for her senses, as she allowed herself to become fully immersed in the intimacy of the moment. As she inhaled deeply, she felt a sense of connection that went beyond the physical.

Jason groaned, His fingers delicately tangled themselves within the silky strands of her violet locks, weaving a gentle dance of intimacy between them. She surrendered her body to the plush comfort of the bed, feeling every muscle loosen and every ounce of tension fade away. With a deep sigh, she let herself become weightless, sinking deeper into the welcoming embrace of his scent. Her breaths slowed, and she closed her eyes, savoring the simple pleasure of pure relaxation.

Her eyes opened, shimmering with a raw intensity that betrayed the depth of her passion. With a fluid grace, she rose from his balls to meet him, her delicate hand cupping his cheek in a tender caress. Her other hand found its way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath her palm.

As she straddled him, her legs draped over his waist, she gazed deeply into his eyes, her own indigo orbs ablaze with an almost primal desire. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, their bodies and souls entwined in a dance of pure intimacy.

Jason gulped as he felt the warmth of her breath against him, a sensation that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He was captivated by her, enraptured by her beauty and the raw intensity of their shared passion. In that moment, there was no space between them, no distance that could keep them apart.

And she whispered,

“You are important to me too.”

#robrae #dickrae #jayrae #teen titans #raven roth #raven teen titans #smut #dick grayson #robin #smut prompts #shameless smut #teen titans smut #jason todd x raven #jason todd x rachel roth #dick grayson x raven #dick grayson x rachel roth #jason todd #jason x raven

[hunterofartemis7]

(The Bat siblings visiting Titans Tower)

Jason; so your girlfriend is a demon, like an actual demon from hell?

Damian; she’s not from Hell and she is only half demon

Steph: yeah because that’s any better

Jason: does she have a tail? Or horns?

Damian: no and no. And never ask me that question again

Tim: she does look human right?

Damian: Drake you’ve met Raven😑

Tim: oh yeah…

Jason: so does she like, act like a demon?

Damian: Todd—

Raven: *runs up to Damian* Dami Dami Dami Dami!

Damian: *smiles* Yes habibi?

Raven: I have a duck *holds up a stuffed duck*

Damian; *trying not to laugh* where did you get that?

Raven: I found it, he’s name is Fred *very happy*

Damian: *kisses the top of her head* that is very cute Beloved.

Raven: 😊 *runs off to show Kori the duck*

Jason:…..I retract my previous question

Damian: good. And if you ever say something to destroy that innocent side of her, I will break you worse then the Joker ever did

Steph: is it bad I wanna know where she got the duck?

(Fred)

#damian x raven #damirae #raven dc #raven roth #raven teen titans #damian wayne #robin damian #jason todd #tim drake #stephanie brown

[marbere]

Damian: ...!!

Jason: Got somethin' interesting kiddo?

Damian: (¬_¬)

Damian: Fuck off, Todd.

#damirae #damian wayne #damian x raven #raven dc #justice league vs teen titans #he's clearly too stunned to speak #love them #he's totally in love #jason todd #Jason Todd the older brother #guess who gave that picture to Damian #my fanart #demonbirds #dc animated films #plus jason

[alexandriaellisart]

28th night of september

#teen titans #bonus points if u know where this lyric came from #raex #raven #red x #jason todd #jayrae #teen titans 2003