Surprise, suprise! Okay, I know it's been a while since I last updated...and that's entirely my fault. I just got caught up in other fandoms and forgot all about this story because I was too busy writing the other ones.


Concern

"Cute outfit," the blue eyed man commented when she opened the door, raising an eyebrow.

Raven rolled her eyes and chose to ignore his comment on her appearance; she had jumped into the shower the moment she got home, throwing on a baggy sweatshirt and pants when she was done. Her hair was still damp and hanging over her eyes, and to be honest, she wasn't really in the mood for his comments right now. "Why are you here, Dick?"

He smirked and leaned against the door. "Rough day?" He guessed.

"You don't even know the half of it," she scoffed.

The woman could clearly see the curiosity shining in his blue eyes, but he was smart enough not to ask, and she appreciated that. "In that case, I'll cut to the chase then."

"I was wondering when you would," she stepped back, allowing him to enter.

He rolled his eyes and pulled an envelope out of the inside pocket from his jacket, wordlessly handing it to her.

She eyed him for a second before taking it. It had been a while since they had asked for her help with a case, so this ought to be good. "Is there a reason they keep sending you whenever they need my help?" She joked, although most of her attention was on the contents of the envelope.

"I'm the person you're least likely to kill."

Raven looked up at him, brushing damp strands of hair out of her face. "You sure about that?"

"Nope," he shook his head. "I told them that I'm probably the one most likely to die, but they don't seem really convinced."

She chuckled and rolled her eyes, calmly scanning through the pictures of a bald man with graying facial hair and brown eyes. She quickly read through the info they had on him and grimaced. "Rapist and child molester, how nice."

Dick smiled. "You never drop the sarcasm, do you?"

She ignored him, although he noticed her lips quirk up slightly. If he hadn't been paying attention, he would've missed it. "So, why do you need my help for this one?"

"Turn the page."

Her Amethyst eyes locked on him for a second, confused. He smiled and motioned for her to flip the paper she was holding.

She did and her brows furrowed, all of the earlier humor she had fading when she read the next few words. "You think it's a Succubus?"

"Yes."

Raven sat down on the armrest of the couch, biting the inside of her cheek as she reread the information on the paper. "Well, that's where you're wrong. He's obviously male so he's an Incubus, but that's a common mistake." Her eyes flickered up to meet his. "Although I'd expect you to notice a mistake like that."

Dick's face turned a very light shade of pink, and she smirked before glancing back down at the paper.

"This doesn't really answer my question though, you guys have dealt with criminals that aren't human before, right? I know for a fact that a Succubus was causing trouble a few weeks ago before you caught her, and Succubi are usually more aggressive than Incubi."

He blinked. "How did you-"

"Who do you think send the agency all the information on Succubi?"

"It was an anonymous source, not really your style."

"I've been known to change my style from time to time," she winked. "Either way, what's so special about this guy that you needed my help?"

Dick pulled another picture from his inner coat pocket and handed it to her, eyeing her reaction carefully as she looked at the image.

She froze, eyes locked on the picture. It was a picture of the man, with his shirt off and his back facing the camera; a very familiar red mark clearly shown on his back.

"Mark of Scath," she muttered, closing her eyes. "Of course."

"You okay?" The black haired man asked, frowning at her in concern. He watched as she took a few deep breaths before opening her eyes and staring at him, her voice eerily monotone and bringing back unpleasant memories as she spoke.

"I'm fine, I'll just go get dressed." She got up and calmly handed him the envelope before turning away.

She barely took one step away from him before he caught her arm, making her stop in her tracks. The half-demon turned to face him, one eyebrow raised and an questioning look in her eyes.

"Raven, if you...if you don't want to do this then you don't have-"

She smiled and pulled her arm away. "I'll be fine, Dick. Don't worry."


Okay, there's a reason I left it like this. I'm thinking of making this particular one shot into a story, should I?