A/N: I noticed that the Young Justice category was lacking in Raquel/Dick fanfic. Ever since I heard that they dated during the time skip, I've been searching for anything and everything to read about them. I couldn't find much, so I decided to contribute!

This will be a drabble series. Sometimes I will use prompts, sometimes I will not. (If you have a prompt, don't be shy! Drop me a line!) This is somewhat AU, I suppose? Considering we didn't get many scenes of Raquel and Dick together in season 2. I'm not sure. I'm just trying to figure this (and them) out as I go along.


It says a lot that he came to her.

Raquel is pretty sure that Zatanna and Barbara live much closer to Dick than she does, but when he knocks on her door at 2:30 am, blood trickling down from a cut on his left cheek and favoring his right side, Raquel doesn't ask that many questions.

So she helped him to the couch and pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet underneath the sink in her bathroom. When she returns to the living room, the top of his suit is bunched around his waist and he's still wearing his mask. At least she can count on Dick to be consistent. Raquel sits on his left side and begins to clean the cut on his cheek. This is the first time they have been this close to each other since they broke up about three weeks ago. (Raquel remembers this and flushes slightly when she remembers that she is only wearing a t-shirt). The break up had been mutual and surprisingly painless. Raquel was busy with the Justice League, Dick was busy with the team…they barely had time for themselves, let alone each other.

And she heard that Dick and Zatanna were working things out, anyway. (Not that Raquel was jealous or anything, Zatanna set them up and she and Dick had chemistry.)

After placing a band-aid on his face and moving to wrap the bruise on his torso which was quickly turning an ugly purple, she finally asked him the only question she had in her mind since opening the door. "Why are you here?"

Dick, who had been silently watching her the whole time, looked into her eyes. Raquel shivered; he had never looked at her like that before, not even when they were having sex. Dick Grayson looked needy. "I just…" he grimaced, trying to sit up without hurting himself too much. "I needed to go to someone who wouldn't ask me too many questions." He reached out a hand and touched the silk scarf wrapped around Raquel's head. "I've never seen you wear this before," he murmured, the twisting the patterned material in between his fingers. "Is it new? Why do you wear it?"

"What did you just say about asking too many questions?" Raquel countered, putting her kit back together and getting up to return it to the bathroom.

"I only asked you two questions," Dick called after her. Raquel grabbed an extra comforter from her linen closet and a pillow from her bed. She walked back into her living room, placing the pillow on one end of the couch and handing Dick the comforter.

"And those were two more questions than you needed to ask," she replied as Dick took off his boots and the rest of his suit gradually. Raquel tried not to notice how the muscles in his arms moved. Dick lowered himself onto to the couch slowly, sighing as he rested his head on the pillow. "Good night, Dick." He didn't respond. Raquel listened to his breathing. He was out cold, just that fast. She shook her head.

He fell asleep with his mask on.