Hello Readers! I am so sorry for the ridiculously long amount of time between updates. Writer's block is a real thing! Regardless, here's the most recent chapter. Hope you enjoy!
He finds her on the roof gazing at the stars. She does that a lot-once he joined her as she taught him constellations and told him the ancient legends, her head almost resting on his shoulder. It was the most he'd heard her speak since they'd become a team and he found himself liking her slightly raspy voice and the way it was low for a girl's.
A tendril of smoke and the burning end of a cigarette rest between her fingers. He watched as it momentarily vanishes from view and a cloud of smoke raises above her head. He never realized she was left handed. Of course she is. The mark of the Devil. he thought to himself.
"Anybody ever told you those things are bad for you?" he asks announcing his presence as he approaches and perches next to her.
She gazes at him from the side of her eyes and defiantly takes another drag-being considerate enough to blow the smoke away from him.
"You okay?" he asks.
She sighs and takes another drag of her cigarette. Raven had always been the most defiant of his teammates, he found it both infuriating and admirable.
"I'm a half demon, Robin. You really think a little smoke and tar are going to hurt me?"
He shrugs. He honestly has no idea, a silence falls between them. He can't help but peek over at her. She takes another drag and puts out the cigarette, her every movement graceful. The moonlight shines down on her pixie-like face, making her pale skin seem ceramic and otherworldly.
"I'm not afraid of you." he says.
She turns to him with wide plum colored eyes. "You should be."
"Why?"
"You saw what I did to Slade, what would've happened to him if he were alive. The prophecy, I can't control my powers, I'm a half demon. The list goes on and on, Boy Blunder."
Robin can't help the half smile that appears on his face at the use of her nickname for him. He reaches over and takes her hand in his. Raven tries to pull away, and yet he is persistent. "You won't hurt me" he whispers, remembering the moment they shared.
Recognition flashes though her eyes "What makes you so sure?" she recites the same phrase.
He places a hand on her cheek, forcing her to look at him with those beautiful amethyst eyes. Raven leans into his touch and closes her eyes. He moves closer to her and whispers "I know you." A feeling of desire floods Robin's stomach, surprisingly it feels more familiar than shocking, as if he'd felt it before.
Her eyes flutter open as he moves closer to her, gently pulling her towards him. He's drawn to her, he's always been drawn to her. The way that they shared shadowy pasts, their determination, her sense of humor, and her intelligence. And the way that they had become confidants with one another. She was the only one who knew about his past, and he about hers.
"Stop." she begs placing a hand on his chest to stop him.
The vision invades his consciousnes.
Raven is drunk, so is he. She is pinned between him and the wall.
'I hate you.' she exclaims.
'I hate you too." he whispers before he kisses her and Raven kisses him back.
The vision is broken almost immediately as she shoves him away- a little too late because he knows she saw it too.
A look of shock and horror is on her face- and yet through their bond he feels something completely different.
"Raven." he mutters her name.
She stands immediately about to leave, his reflexes kick in and he grabs her wrist- using it as leverage to pull himself up.
"What was that?" he demands.
She shakes him off. "It was nothing. You and I got drunk and caught up in a moment."
"It's a memory. Why don't I remember?"
"Like I said, we were drunk. You probably forgot."
You're lying, I can feel it through our bond."
A look of annoyance crosses Raven's features. She is obviously irritated with herself for allowing him to feel something she tried to cover. Recently she'd been having trouble hiding her emotions from him, he could feel it. "It was nothing."
"That's not all. I can feel it. Talk to me Raven."
"There's nothing else to say." she turns to walk away.
Robin grabs her again, this time she can't run away from her problems. She can't run away from him.
"Let go, Robin." Raven replies simply.
"What's going on, Raven?"
"Robin." she sighs.
"Please, tell me." He finds himself almost begging. His curiosity and inner detective are taking over, his obsession with trying to find an answer. He wants to know why he can't remember, he wants to know why he's been having these feelings about Raven, why their bond is so much stronger.
"There's nothing to talk about, Robin."
He doesn't need their bond to see the way that her eyes betray her.
"I'm sorry." she says softly before her eyes glow white and she phases through him, vanishing into the night sky.