Chapter 2: Past bled Red

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A/N: I can't get this idea out of my head. So I decided to continue writing. This is all in flashback explaining how Raven and Jason got so close.

Three-years ago

"It's been a long time," Raven said in her classic monotone.

"I could say the same," replied figure in the shadows.

"Care to explain why you decided to do this?"

"I guess the phrase 'I missed you' doesn't qualify as an answer."

"Spill you're guts Hood. I don't have times for games."

"I love pissing off Dick. I enjoyed beating the crap out of the rookie. Why should I stop now that I can clean the streets of Gotham?"

"Even if that means murder?"

"If the end justifies the means why should I care?"

Raven rolled her eyes. He was still the same cocky boy he had always been. He was a sixteen year old trapped in the body of a nineteen year old.

"I guess death didn't make you any less angry," she replied almost bored.

He grinned behind the helmet. He knew his words had rattled her. Ever since that day in the graveyard he had known she would come looking for him. She would not try to save him. The thing was he didn't want to be saved.

"It's a pathetic that you have nothing better to do," she said.

"What's pathetic that I was that easy to replace. All you had to do was put a kid in a suit and he's the new Robin. Screw the one in the ground," he said his voice raising by the word.

"I don't have anything to do with Tim becoming Robin."

"I forget you were in the grave too. Seems like no one cared that either one of us was dead."

"Why did you let Tim live? You don't have a problem killing people. It could've been so easy for you to kill Tim," Raven asked her amethyst eyes flashing.

"Would you rather I killed him Rae? I would be happy to oblige that," Jason sneered coming out of the shadows.

He tossed the helmet down on the ground. His eyes clad by the familiar red mask.

"Maybe I will give you another friend to bury in the ground."

She slapped him hard across the cheek. She raised her hand again but he grabbed her.

"You're not angry with me Rachel. You and I both know it," he said before going back into the shadows.

It became some game between them. They met up several times.

Raven had been drifting from the Titans. Her relationship with Gar becoming a disaster and talking to Jason was somewhat refreshing. She was trying to help him but she knew that he was manipulative.

Jason was lost in his life. He was angry and he viewed himself justified for that anger. He was devoted to bringing down the Gotham crime world. Raven was a faint connection from his old life. She didn't lecture him the way Dick and the others did.

"Where were you?" Gar shouted.

"I was training," Raven answered coolly.

Their relationship was on the rapid route of disintegration. Gar was stressed being the team leader. He was having a hard time and she was tired of being his hold on sanity.

"Is there someone else?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Are you seeing someone else?" he demanded.

"Why would you think?" she asked.

"You are distant with me and then there's the weird phone calls."

"Weird phone calls?" she asked her eyes lit.

"Someone hangs up whenever I pick up your phone. Who the hell is calling you?"

Raven didn't answer.

Present-day

Her fingers traced over her lips. What would she do now? She couldn't tell the others but she needed to talk to someone about Jason. She was afraid for him and herself.

"Raven, are you alright?" Gar asked.

She was dazed walking around the common room.

Her mind battled over the choices. She needed to talk to someone but Gar wasn't the right person. The other titans stared at her as she sat down her eyes dangerously quivering.

Gently Donna hug her hugged her shoulders.

"You know you can talk to us about anything?" Kori asked.

Raven moved towards Dick's room. Even though he wasn't in the Titans Dick and the other original Titans had a room saved for them.

Nightwing lay sprawled out over his bed.

"What's up Rae?" he asked.

"We need to talk about Jason," she said shutting the door.

To be continued….