I don't own Teen Titans. I apologize for my hiatus. I'm working on updating some of my other work and rewriting some of my more cringe-y stuff. Hopefully I haven't lost my touch. Please leave me a review, feedback is very greatly appreciated as I haven't written in years.


Tick tock.

Jason sighed wearily. It was only two o'clock. He still had three more clients for the day. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, staving off a migraine. He swiveled around in his leather chair, glancing over at his wall of achievements, and smirked to himself. The glass that held his Doctorate gleamed back at him, as if proud. He had just moved to Jump last year, having previously resided in Gotham. The crime rate was incredibly high here, and it was easy for him to take advantage of.

What is the point of this?

He asked himself the same question, every day. The boredom? No. Maybe he wanted to hold on to some semblance of a normal life. He wanted to pretend he wasn't a raging psychopath. His fingers tapped the desk, watching the clock, and waiting. The afternoon sun shone on him, yet he shivered. He looked the part of your typical therapist. Hell. Sometimes he actually even cared. What his clients, well these clients, didn't see was his other persona.

He was bored though. No new contacts had come in. He hadn't stolen anything in a few weeks. His skin was practically crawling with the normalcy of his current situation. He had never wanted to be a nine to five guy. Bending down, he opened the safe that sat beneath his desk and fingered the Kevlar suit gingerly. What if he just—

Tick tock.

The door crashed open suddenly.

Rachel had arrived, his two o'clock, albeit late.

"I'm so sorry," she began in a monotone, "I got caught in traffic and—" He waved his hand in dismissal.

"It's no big deal," he smiled warmly. What she didn't see though, was the look of astonishment that he had quickly hidden. Rachel Roth. She was a beautiful, curvy, twenty two year old woman. Her skin was so pale, it was almost an ashen gray. She looked sick, but in a beautiful way. What really grabbed his attention, though, was her long tendrils of violet locks. Her dark gray hoodie did a great job of covering up the top half of her body, but he could see the ghost of a few bruises licking their way up her neck. Despite it being the middle of summer she wore black, faded jeans and knee high boots.

Raven.

The dark-haired man cocked his head to the side. What in the world was a Titan doing in his office? Let alone the most mysterious of all? Pulling her file out, he quickly skimmed through it. A fake address, a fake name, a fake identity. Was she really in need of therapy, or was this an undercover operation? Had they finally found him after all these years?

Jason's hand drifted to the Glock secured under his mahogany desk. He gave no indication of his intentions, but instead waited for the young lady to say something.

Raven had been preoccupied with perusing his office. Her eyebrows raised slightly she appraised the small room, violet irises landing on the mountain of books in the far corner. Taming her curiosity, she forced herself to settle into the chair with a slight grimace.

She hadn't wanted to be here. She had debated it for quite some time. But, after everything she had been through, she needed someone to talk to. Even then, she couldn't really say anything one hundred percent truthfully without giving away her identity. Honestly, she just needed someone to talk to that wasn't green, made of metal, alien, or anal retentive. She couldn't talk about these kinds of issues with her teammates anyways. Honestly, none of them even knew she had a life outside of the tower.

The violet haired sorceress swallowed and turned her attention to the man situated in front of her. Oh Azar. What had she gotten herself into? She tried not to stare at his perfect face and well chiseled body that was prevalent even through his button up. He extended a hand over the desk and she took it as casually as possible and shook.

"I'm Jason," his deep voice resonated over her, "it's nice to meet you. So, can we talk about your concerns?" The left side of his mouth quirked up, and she about lost her mind. Those jade eyes, that damn face. Now she was just pissed.

"No." She glared at him. "For fuckssake. Is this a joke?" Jason's hand tightened on the Glock.

"Excuse me?" He hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed.

"I'm supposed to talk to you? Isn't there anyone else I can talk to?" She grimaced. He was thoroughly confused now. His fingers twitched over the cool metal.

"What?" He couldn't figure out what kind of game she was playing. Was this a tactic? His eyes dropped down to her chest for a moment as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head and fidgeted.

"You're the therapist? The sex therapist? Don't they have any, I don't know, less distracting people I can talk to?" A blush rose to her cheeks. His mouth dropped in shock. Was she really actually here to talk to him about her sex life? This wasn't some covert operation? He ran his hands through his spikey black hair and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Nope, you booked with me, sorry. If you're really that uncomfortable with the situation I can give you the card of a fellow colleague of mine." Jason released the grip he had on the gun and quickly slid one of his drawers open, hunting for a card. Raven leaned forward on the desk, and he paused for a moment as he caught a glimpse of her cleavage. Yeah, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. A bead of sweat slipped down his neck as he attempted to maintain his composure.

"No, no. I—I think I'll be alright." Her gaze settled on his once again. She began to pick at an invisible spot on her jeans. Jason relaxed back into his chair and threaded his fingers together.

"Alright then." He paused. Her entire face was red, and god was it fucking sexy. "What seems to be the issue you're having?"

"I—I can't—" Squeezing her eyes shut, she lifted her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. God, those legs. What he wouldn't give to have them wrapped around him as he was nailing her against his office wall.

"Yes?" He implored. "Look, if you're not comfortable, we can start with some backstory—" he began, but was immediately interrupted.

"I can't orgasm." Her naturally pale face was now as red as a tomato. She hid her face behind her hands and sighed exasperatedly. Jason's hands dropped to his leg as his fingers dug into his flesh. For fuckssake. He had no idea why he had a hard on for a goddamn Titan. Thankfully, there was a desk between them, and he managed to keep his face somewhat professional.

"That's all? That's not too bad. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Attempting to remain collected, he pushed on. "How do you know for certain? Have you tried masturbation? Sex? Tell me what avenues you've gone down."

"Yes to both." She pushed hair out of her face. "Nothing. It's not that it doesn't feel good, it does, it feels amazing. I just can't orgasm. I don't know what's wrong with me."

The session continued for another forty minutes, and he learned a lot more than he ever thought he would want to about the female Titan. His leg had become numb. She was a sexual deviant, and no one around her knew it. She had been desperately trying to get off for so long, and couldn't. God it turned him on. If it wasn't for the patient/client stipulations he would've jumped over the desk and taken her the moment she walked into the room. Seeing her out of her cloak and usual uniform, actually being able to see her body, it was driving him insane. Not to mention that she was a hero and he was a criminal. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Alright," he pulled himself out of his reverie. "I have some homework for you before our next session. Instead of going out and having meaningless sex with someone, I want you to figure out exactly what turns you on. Write it down, come back, and we will see where we go from there." He smiled at her as she ducked out of the room. He waited a moment before he hit a button on his phone.

"Peggy," he grimaced into the receiver of the phone as he unzipped his pants, "Call and cancel my next few appointments. I had an emergency spring up." He slammed it back onto the cradle and slid his hand down to his hard shaft. Fuck, he hadn't been this hard in so long. He had never actually beat it off to a client before. But goddamn, she was something else.

He pictured her soft beautiful lips, screaming out his name as he pounded into her. What the fuck was she doing to him? He came quickly, but lust was still consuming him. He needed more. Quickly, he grabbed his suit and wrapped the belt around himself, transporting away from the office.


Please R&R! I'll be working on the next chapter tonight after I post this. Going to tweak it depending on the reviews I get.