Raven of the Nightwing
"So, how are you doing?" Nightwing moved forward and talked to the beautiful lady standing and looking out over the city lights on a balcony. It was an exceptionally beautiful night and it was inspiring in so many ways. Imaginations run rampant as the grandeur city of New York sparkle with people's eagerness to succeed in life.
"I'm okay." Raven, wearing a dark red dress, turned and faced the costumed man behind her.
"That's good to hear. I just finished a recent command for the Justice League and I was hoping that maybe you and I can do some catching up. I forgot how nice it felt to be around an empath."
It was true. Dick Grayson had a spiraling down life has he fought crime and became a vigilante, killing a few criminals at his own horror. He was known for his pacifism, or rather the belief of non violence unless completely necessary. Raven had taught him that and ever since she had left for Azarath, he had lost that faith.
For two years, Dick suffered the cruelties of options and indecisions, indecisiveness and arrogance. Without Raven to guide him with his emotional stability, he was a complete wreck.
The sad thing was, Dick Grayson was entirely aware of what his life was. And only when it was too late that he discover that Raven was the reason why he was so successful. She had guided him in mental difficulties; she had aided and healed him in his most dire, painful of moments. It was true—she was the Raven of the Night.
In his heart, he couldn't help but hope that she was the Raven of the Night'wing'. But, he knew that he could only go so far with Raven and her unstable emotions. He was sure, however, that he would one day get his elegant bird and boast about her.
"Well, that is why I'm wearing a scarlet dress." Raven's voice snapped Dick back to reality and was humored by her comment.
Only a few months ago had Raven returned from Azarath. It seemed that Azar the II was very ill and it required all Azarathians, including Raven, to participate in the ceremony to heal her. Unbeknownst to Raven, the healing process would take 3 years.
"Hold on. I'm going to go change, okay?" Dick winked at her and headed for his bathroom. His New York City apartment was the greatest apartment the wealthiest of the wealthies anyone could ever afford.
After restarting his circuis, the money he had owned rushed into his bank account. He owned his parents' company by inheritance and only lately had he been informed for fear that a teenager would not use the money responsibly or for good use.
With all of these luxuries, there was only one treasure that he couldn't help but brag about: he had Raven back. Of course, Raven wasn't 'his', but she was definitely back on earth, making it an option for him to court her.
The February skies were truly magnificently – cold. Finding discomfort, Raven retreated within the apartment and motioned closer for the Kitchen Table. When Raven approached, she grabbed a red box that read: 'Love is like Chocolate. You just can't have enough of it. Hersheys, the best way to start Valentine's Day.'
"Hey, you ready to go?" Dick was now wearing an Armani suit, features very manicured seeming as if he had just come out from a salon.
"Pretty boy." Raven murmured to herself.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing." Raven smiled and accepted the hand that waited her acceptance.
After telekinetically closing the balcony doors, the two birds entered the elevator, ready to explore the vast and beautiful world.