A/N: I think this ship has become my project for 2015! Oh yea!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

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She couldn't help but wonder what his voice would sound like.

When she felt his gentle push inside her mind, his voice was an airy baritone. It reminded her of his mountain home in Tibet. His voice would sweep through her senses like a warm breeze when he teased her. A deep chuckle would roll from the top of her head to the tips of toes her like warm thunder when he noticed her blush.

There were times when they used sign language. The empath would smile softly when the mute gently would mold her fingers showing her the correct gestures as he released a silent chuckle. Naturally, they used telepathy most often, but Raven loved most when he would mouth his words to her.

It didn't matter that his chest never rumbled, and she wasn't bothered by the empty sounds of air. She swore that she could hear the voice that pushed against her psyche as his lips formed words.

Raven couldn't help but wonder if that was truly Jericho or the effects of telepathy.

If she did this with anyone, she could hear the voice her ears were used to. The bond had allowed Robin access this ability, and the empath was sure it was his speaking voice that echoed in her mind. She'd recognize his sound as easily as when he spoke.

Raven had never heard Jericho's voice though.

Found you.

She softy smiled at the sound of his baritone in her head. The violet haired teen turned to look behind her. "Indeed you did."

A silent chuckle left his lips as he took a seat in front of her, guitar resting in his lap. His right hand crawled up the next, as his left settled to strum. You're slipping. He teased lightly, green eyes bright with mischief.

Raven narrowed her eyes, tilting her head a bit. Raising her hands, her fingers made quick work of her words as she signed. It's your fault, you know.

Jericho's head tossed back and mouth opened in soundless laughter. Of course. He nodded, his tone warm and delighted as his fingers began to play a familiar tune.

Raven leaned back on her elbows. Her eyes closed as she listened to the notes. She could tell his lips were moving to sing the words; the empath didn't need her eyes to know that. Raven could hear him sing. That sweet baritone mixed effortlessly with the melody he made.

And it was just for her.