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No Time…

There was rarely ever any time, any at all, and she wasn't thinking about this at the moment as she walked to the restaurant she was meeting Jason at for a night out.

It was the first time in about a month they'd had a breather and she could look the part of a fiancée. She had gone through the pains of pulling her hair up, in some curly up do which was never going to stay up but it was worth a shot. She dyed her lips red, Jason's favorite color, and did her make up (even doing a mini victory at doing the smoky eye well), and she had pulled on a sapphire blue mini-dress she hated, but her fiancé seemed to love, pulled on black tights, her preferred, black boots and grabbed her favored black leather jacket Jason had gotten her. she grabbed the simple ruby necklace, put it on then her black pearl earrings and decided she was done before she met Jason. Standing, she did a last check of herself before casting a glamor spell to look human with ivory skin and no chakra gem before she grabbed her phone and clutch and walked out her apartment.

She was just outside the restaurant when her phone rang, she internally chuckled seeing Jason's name.

"Alright, I know I'm late, but there's no need to call the cops yet, Red, I'm right outside," she tried to assure him.

"Is this Rachel Roth?" an unknown male voice asked her and everything in Raven froze.

"Yes. Who is this and why do you have my fiancé's phone?" she asked.

"This is Officer Thomas Regan, there's been an accident involving Jason Peters," the man started and Raven found herself clutching the phone as she fought to keep her emotions from shattering everything within ten blocks.

"Where is my fiancé?" Raven asked coldly as she stood there trembling for control and her center.

"He's been taken to Bellevue Hospital ma'am," the cop started.

"I am twenty minutes," Raven stated.

"Ma'am…" the cop started.

"Twenty minutes," she repeated and hung up before she knew just how bad Jason was as she calmly walked to the subway. Stupid Jason! She was going to kill him if he died on her!

She took the subway, because if she teleported that would be too suspicious, though she really wanted too. She made it to the hospital, jogging up to the front counter as she skidded to a halt.

"Jason Peters! He was in an accident! Where is he! What's happened!" Raven demanded in a rapid iced tone she'd long since mastered.

"Are you family Miss?" the nurse asked her.

"He's my fiancé, some cops called me, Officer Regan or something, I'm Rachel, Rachel Roth!" she ripped open her clutch as she dug for her ID and then shoved it at the nurse.

"Where is he!?" Raven demanded and suddenly there was a presence behind her which had her turning to look at the cops.

"Ma'am," the man smiled and nodded. "You talked to my partner Thomas Regan, I'm Officer Robert Martinez, can we talk."

"After I know how Jason is and where he is," Raven answered and turned on the nurse.

"He's in surgery, Miss," the nurse answered, Raven felt her blood go cold as she felt a hand on her shoulder and she walked with the cops. Apparently Jason had been caught in the middle of a mugging, and was the good sameritain who had been shoved into traffic, hit by a cab. The cops were here to ask her a few questions about Jason, the mugging victim claiming Jason had helped, but… Well, Jason never was good at looking like a good guy. The man was built like a monster, huge in every aspect, and truthfully; while he was handsome he did not have the kindest face so Raven got the skeptism.

"No, that sounds exactly like my idiot fiancé," she sighed rubbing her brow. "Jason wouldn't leave a person in trouble, even if he was bleeding to death."

"You sound like you have expierence with this," Robert mused.

"The guy is a magnet for trouble, I love him, and he's a good guy," Raven sighed and suddenly there was a coffee being shoved in her hands.

"I see, well, we'll talk to him when he's awake, the lady he saved is a doctor here," the cop said. Raven nodded and answered a few more questions about Jason before she was left alone. Raven sat there wondering if she should call Bruce, or Dick, or Alfred when a doctor walked out. Raven stood, the blonde looked at her and nodded as a nurse talked.

"How is he?" Raven asked as she folded her arms and struggled to keep her emotions in check.

"Hello Miss Roth, I'm Dr. Emma Montique," she said. "Jason suffered three stab wounds, and his knee was badly damaged, his ribs are cracked, but he's alright. He's sedated at the moment."

"Get him off the sedation and the pain meds," Raven ordered.

"Miss, he's suffered a great shock to his system," the doctor started.

"I don't know you, Doctor, I don't know you at all, but, I know my fiancé, he will not take the pain meds or sedation until he's talked it through," Raven stated firmly. Jason's massive dislike of opioids was from watching his mother go down the rabbit hole and watching it kill her. He had actively avoided using them unless he had to, and then it was on his terms, not Alfred's, not hers', not Bruce's, not anyone's but his.

"Miss, I don't think you understand!" the doctor started.

"No, I understand perfectly. I also understand that the moment he wakes and he feels like he's on pain meds you will have hell on your hands, he will rip out IVs and try to escape, and he'll hurt himself; again, to get away from the opioids, take him off them and wait until he's awake to consent to taking them if he should want them," Raven stated. (Jason had actually tried to bust out of the Watch Tower to get off pain meds.)

"Very well miss, he's given all medical documentation with you as his medical contact," the doctor grounded out.

"Thank you, may I see him now," Raven asked and the perky blonde nodded as she lead the way. Raven watched as the doctor pulled out the pain meds, and Raven sat calmly with Jason as she slipped her hand in his and slowly used her empathy to syphon off of his pain to comfort him as she pressed her lips to his hand.

"You are an idiot, Red," she whispered as she reached up and gently mused his hair. "But you're my idiot and we always seem to have no time when we make time."

'Ma'am visiting hours are closed," a nurse walked in.

"I'm staying," Raven stated and used her empathy on the nurse who walked off.

"No dying on me Red, or I'll go to hell and find your soul and give you real hell to worry about," she warned softly.

A finger twitched in her grasp.

That's all for now folks.

Enjoy Calm in the Storm.