There's sex in this chapter in the beginning, if you don't want to read that then just scroll down to the first line break and the plot continues.

Chapter Ten - Dreams, Nightmares, and Tea

"Fuck" Raven tried to moan quietly. Dick Grayson's hands explored her entire upper body while his mouth kissed, licked, and sucked on the nape of her neck. She was completely and utterly under his spell, she was his to mold how he wanted and he intended to take full advantage of this opportunity. He pulled his lips off her neck for just a moment so he could pull her jacket off her shoulders and her pull her shirt over her head.

Dick grinned as he admired her body, her flat stomach that curved into her wide hips. Her skinny jeans hugged them tightly, just begging to be let loose. His eyes moved to her upper body as he reached one hand behind her back and clipped her black lace bra, freeing her supple breast.

Raven looked at him, he was between her, their jeans rubbing together with every movement he made. If they kept this up, they threatened to start a fire in her loins. She knew he'd had experience in this area before where as she was just acting off of instinct, but every movement he made was precise and calculated. He knew exactly what to do. He knew exactly how to please her. She narrowed her eyes, though she doubted he was looking at her eyes at the moment, she wasn't just going to lay there and let him make her come undone.

She was going to be an active participant.

She reached for his waist and pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled body. She couldn't see but she had no doubt in her mind that he was smirking, pleased with himself. She ran her fingers all over his stomach and chest, feeling every indention, every muscle as he kissed her neck and fumbled with buckle of her pants.

Her fingers slide over something on his back, something that felt different that a muscle of just more of his otherwise smooth skin - it was a jagged bump on his skin, faded but still there.

He stopped kissing her as she ran her finger over what she assumed was a scar, "What are you doing?" his voice was deeper and filled with lust.

"Touching you." she said half between an explanation and a whimper, "All of you."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"I want you. All of you."

He said nothing in response, he went back down but instead of her neck, his lips caught hers. He finally successfully undid her pans and pulled them off of her curvy legs. His hand ran up and down her smooth legs, sending a tingle down her legs and throughout her entire body. He slid his hand down between her legs, slipping his thumb past her panties and rubbing it along her clit.

Her legs jolted as he touched her in magical ways that she thought impossible. Her hand moved along his spine, discovering his scars - battle wounds. Proof that he was just human, in a world full of supermen and wonderful women, he was just a man. A man brave enough to do the impossible, that's why he was their leader and that's why Raven loved this more than she ever thought possible.

She moved her hands to his belt and swiftly undid his buckle and pulled down his pants to his knees, where he then kicked off the rest. He leaned down and pressed his body weight against her own, skin against skin. The only thing separating them was a thin layer of cloth that both of them wore. Raven wanted more, she needed more.

She reached into his boxers, grabbing his already rock hard member. She tried not to panic as she held his length in her hand, after all she had no experience with this, but they weren't supposed to be this big, right? Raven didn't care, she wanted him bad.

Dick reached down and pulled his boxers the rest of the way off. She felt his warm member pressed against. Her heart thudded against her rib cage, she didn't know if that was because of the fear or arousal.

Dick looked into her eyes, she couldn't say anything even if she wanted to so she simply nodded. Dick pulled her matching lace panties down, rubbing her slit one last time before he gently placed his namesake in between her legs, slowly edging himself inside of her.

Raven widened her eyes as she felt every inch of him entering inside of her until she was completely full. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but once she stretched to accommodate him. Bliss.

He thrust himself inside of her, pulling half his length out and then stroking it back in. Raven gripped onto his back, her nails digging into his skin and her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, guiding his thrusts as he picked up the pace.

"Dick..." she moaned loudly.

He moved his hands down to her rear, gripping her bum tightly as he continued to ram himself into her. Raven couldn't take anymore, her legs began shaking as her walls tightened around Dick sending her into pure bliss, Dick wasn't far behind as he lost himself in her, emptying his seed into her. They collapsed onto each other, panting hard and tangled in each other's limbs. Dick's forehead pressed against Raven's, "Wow." she said, trying to catch her breath.

Dick touched her cheek and gave her a quick but firm kiss, "Let's get to bed." he pulled himself out of her and grabbed the covers that they'd discarded and pulled them over both their bodies. Dick wrapped his arms around Raven with neither of them saying a word. She pressed her head further into his chest. She felt good, she felt complete.

Raven found herself far away from the bed that her and Dick had just fallen asleep in and she was in a body that was not her own, she felt disorientated and everything looked and felt fuzzed, something was wrong. She tried to focus and things became a bit clearer. She was in some sort of a car, but not like anything she'd ever seen before - flashing lights, dozens of buttons, and an interior that was more akin to a tank rather than a car.

Her head started spinning again when a voice spoke, it was loud deep and angry and it seemed to be coming from whoever's body she inhabited, "Robin!" the voice demanded.

"Yeah?" It was Dick's voice, he sounded distressed.

"What's your ETA?" the voice growled.

"Seven minutes. Yours?"

"I'll make it." the voice spoke, determined, angry, but she could tell he didn't believe his own words.

The car or tank or whatever she was in skidded to a halt. The body leaped out of the vehicle and took off in a full sprint toward a building - she couldn't make out the sign. A warehouse? It looked dilapidated. Abandoned. Raven didn't know what was in there, but she sensed it was important.

The body was close, only a few hundred feet now. Then without warning, the building exploded, throwing the body she inhabited back away from the warehouse. Smacking hard against the concrete. Raven looked up and saw the building was set aflame.

"No!" the voice cried out, pure rage and sadness and defeat flowed through the voice. The body jumped to his feet and ran to the burning building, which was mostly reduced to rubble at this point. The body began to dig through the rubble, searching. "Please." he continued to dig, the rock making cuts into his fingers, digging into the bone and the dirt and ash settling into the cuts, but he didn't care "Please," he continued, "Please!" he screamed to the heavens - that's when he saw it.

The crumpled body of Robin that lied half burred underneath the debris. The body slowly approached Robin. Raven tried to look away but couldn't, it wasn't Dick - he was bigger and a bit taller and the colors to the Robin suit were all wrong, but it still hurt.

The body dug him out of the rubble, pushing it the side with strength she'd never seen from a normal human. The body picked the Robin up, tears falling down his face. The body fell to his knees with the Robin in his arms and began to weep.

"Batman?"

Raven looked up to see her Robin, Dick, standing in horror just in front of the destroyed building, "Jason..." the voice said sadly, "I'm so sorry."

Raven woke up in a cold sweat, Dick's arms around her waist, his chest gently rising and falling. She gently pulled his hands off of her as she slipped, he mumbled something, but was still fast asleep. Raven moved to her bag, slipping on a pair of her baggy blue joggers and Dick's old Gotham High sweat shirt. She was still cold, so very, very cold.

She opened the door slowly and slipped out of the room, careful not to disturb Dick's slumber. She tried her best to remember how exactly her way back downstairs, but her mind was fogged. She couldn't tell if what she'd just experienced was some sort of memory or just a bad dream. It seemed too real to be a dream, too many specific details.

But it didn't make any sense, The only people she was in close proximity to was Dick, Alfred, and Wonder Woman, but the latter two weren't even in the memory or nightmare and she wasn't viewing things from Dick's point of view, she was viewing them from the Batman's.

Her brow furrowed, something didn't add up.

"Excuse Miss Rachel,"

Raven jumped and spun around to see the old butler standing a few feet behind her. She let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, Alfred. I'm sorry did I wake you?"

Alfred chuckled, "Not at all Miss. Just a bit of late night reading." he explained, "Out for a midnight stroll?"

She sighed, "It's a bit chilly. I thought you wouldn't mind if I made myself some tea."

Alfred chuckled, "That's where you're wrong, dear." Raven liked the old butler's smile, it spread like wildfire, "Come along dear, I'll fix up a pot and you can tell me what's troubling you." He walked past her and motioned for her to follow him.

"How'd you know something was wrong?" she questioned as she walked along side him.

"Sixth sense." he smiled.

Alfred poured Raven and himself a cup of his freshly brewed green tea recipe. She sat on the counter and he stood across from her. She took one and her eyes widened, "Holy crap,"

Alfred rose a brow, "I hope that wasn't a description." he remarked taking a long sip.

Raven quickly shook her head as she took another, "This is the best anything I've ever had."

Alfred chuckled, "Well thank you."

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, drinking tea. Alfred pouring her another cup once she'd finished her first. She looked at him, he was looking out the window in the kitchen - watching the gentle snowfall outside.

"Aren't you going to ask what's bothering me or something like that?"

Alfred looked over at her with a small kind smile, "You can talk if you'd like and I'll listen or we can just sit here and enjoy the tea and each other's company." he explained taking another sip, "I'm not a therapist of any sort and you have no obligation to speak to me."

"Ah," she spoke and then they returned to their silence for another moment.

"I love the way the light fluffy snow looks after falling," he began, looking out the window once more, "This is my favorite time of year, you know, the festivities, the cold, the lights, and the time spent with my family."

Raven shrugged, "I've never been one for the cold and I don't really have any family, besides my dad and he's not exactly festive."

"Family isn't always through blood, you know." he took a sip, "Most of my relatives are gone, not many Pennyworth's left on this mortal plane, but that doesn't mean my family is gone." he smiled, "Wayne, Grayson, Gordon. They're all my family and none of us share a drop of blood."

Raven contemplated what he said in silence, sipping her tea, "What was Dick like, you know, when he was a kid?"

Alfred chuckled, "Normal - I suppose, he was a smart lad, quick on his feet and with his tongue. Made good grades, graduated early and enrolled in GCU for a half semester before leaving for the Titans." he explained.

"What about as Robin?"

"Ah," Alfred began, "He was Batman's opposite. The Batman is stoic and silent, cold and calculated, moody and broody. Robin was talkative and cocky, fast where Batman was strong, and he acted with his heart and not with his mind, that's where they differ the most, I suppose. Batman is a defeater of men and Robin is a leader of men."

"What happened to them?"

Alfred frowned, "Too much." he sipped his tea, "Weaker men would've crumbled, but Batman and Robin are not weak men."

The silence returned as the two of them, finished off the pot. They stayed there, not talking not drinking, just enjoying the company, "I'm glad to have met you, Miss Rachel."

"Me too, Alfred."

Raven silently slipped back into the room, making as little noise as possible. Dick was laid on the bed quietly snoring, still fast asleep. She slipped back under the covers, she looked at the scars littering his chest. Batman and Robin are not weak men.

Raven slipped her arms around his thin waist and made herself comfortable, pulling him closer.

"You're bacsh." Dick mumbled, half-asleep.

"Sorry." she mumbled into his chest, "Midnight stroll."

He wrapped his arms back around her and pulled her closer, if that were possible. Raven sighed, completely and utterly content, and quickly fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.