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A/N: Done for the titan drabble community on LJ, and because there just isn't enough Speedy/Raven goodness in the world. Read and enjoy, and please don't forget to feed the author!
Movie
She blinked, not entirely certain she'd heard him correctly. "A what?"
The archer shifted on his feet nervously, and Raven realized it was the only time she'd seen him as anything other than completely self-assured.
"A movie," he answered, and the empath felt a block of ice settle in her stomach. Or was it…his?
And suddenly, the pieces fell into place. The faint tint of his cheeks, anxiety, uncharacteristic lack of confidence…
"Are you asking me out?"
"Are you accepting?"
Silence stood thick between them, and then, "I don't do romantic comedies."
Speedy grinned. He'd take that as a yes.
Peaches
Raven wasn't pretty in the conventional sense of the word. Her skin wasn't peaches and cream, her hair didn't fall in waves of silk, and her smile wouldn't rival the light of the sun.
Oddly enough, it was what he liked best about her.
Because peaches never tasted as good as the sweetness of her skin beneath his lips. Silk didn't feel half as soothing as the brush of her hair between his fingertips. And no amount of sunlight could warm his soul like the slightest upward turn of her lips.
No, she wasn't pretty.
Such terms simply didn't apply.
Animal
Speedy was careful with his scars. Hid them well, beneath quick smiles and cheap words and boots gone heavy with bruises.
But she found them, buried in the dark places, under skin stretched thin, and he was shamed at the look in her eyes when her fingertips ghosted tracks she understood too well.
Evil took on many forms, after all.
"You think you're the only one with secrets, Raven," he hissed, angry and laid bare as the animal he'd become.
She never said a word, only held him; breath and touch soft enough to make him feel almost human again.
Music
"She likes mint in her tea at night, she prefers orchids to roses…"
"Um…come in?" Speedy arched a brow as Robin crossed the threshold of the East tower. He hadn't stopped talking.
"…like Tori Amos, but her favorite band is actually Pink Floyd—"
"Hold it. You drove 2000 miles just to tell me what kind of music Raven likes?"
"No," and suddenly, his voice was dark, expression unreadable. "I came to tell you that she's not some notch on your bedpost. She's different. Fragile. Special."
"And if you ever forget that…" Robin didn't have to finish.
Speedy already knew.