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I'm sorry, but I needed Growley content.
Something was bothering Robin. He didn't know what it was and not knowing was driving him crazy.
Maybe he can ask Raven if she has sensed something off, or to do a sweep of the tower and see if she finds anything.
"Hey, Raven," Robin knocked on the empath's door.
He heard a distant annoyed mutter before the door opened and she stood in front of him.
"What?"
"Somethings been bothering me, I was wondering if you sensed anything out of sorts. Or if you could do an empathic sweep of the tower."
There was a creak of bedsprings and the sounds of something tapping lightly on a hard floor. However when Boy Wonder glanced into his teammate's room, there was nothing.
Raven either ignored the noise, or didn't hear it. "I don't sense anything off...can you be more specific? Something that doesn't belong?"
Robin frowned in thought, focusing on the feeling. "Something...is here that wasn't there before."
His instincts were practically screaming now. Something was here.
Raven thought for a moment before her eyes widened in realization before she deadpanned.
"It's me. I'm dogsitting Crowley's hellhound."
Robin raised an eyebrow and his eyes swept her room. "Did you lose it…?"
"Hellhounds are invisible to the human eyes," Raven spun around and walked deeper into her room. Robin cautiously glanced around the dark room before following her in.
The empath was looking through her bookshelves, muttering to herself. There was a playful growl and the end of her cloak was lifted up. Boy Wonder's eyes widened when it stopped around the empath's head.
There was another playful growl and a slight tugging on the cloak.
"Hold on," Raven reached a hand behind her and pat the invisible...creature.
"So why are you dogsitting an invisible demon hound?" Robin eyed the still held up cloak end.
"I owe Crowley a favor," The empath picked up a glasses case and handed it off to her leader. "Put these on."
"What are these?" Boy Wonder opened the case to reveal a pair of glasses.
"The glasses were made with holy fire," Raven crossed her arms. "They'll let you see Growley."
Robin paused with the glasses in hand. "Growley?"
Her face showed she knew what he was thinking, and understood completely.
Shrugging, Boy Wonder placed the glasses on over his mask and looked up.
Fear twisted in his chest. A black misty aura covered a transparent-looking dog. The hellhound was five feet tall and those glowing red eyes could make even Batman drop dead. Those sharp teeth could rip him apart with ease.
Some of the fear slipped away at what the "vicious" hellhound was doing.
Growley was staring at Raven with begging dog eyes. He had the end of her cloak held carefully in his sharp teeth, like he didn't want to hurt it. His tail was thumping against the floor wildly.
"It looks like he really likes you," The corner of his lips flicked a bit.
Raven rolled her eyes and tugged her cloak out of Growley's mouth. "Whatever." There was a fond smile on her face though.
"As long as Growley doesn't eat anyone's soul or rip Beast Boy apart, I don't see a problem with him being around," Robin took the glasses off and placed them back in the case. He was going to hand them back when Raven held up a hand to stop him.
"Keep them. I'm half-demon so they aren't much use to me. Just taking up room that could be used for books."
"Uh, thanks," Boy Wonder slid the case into his utility belt. "Oh, Cyborg is making stew for dinner."
"Thanks for letting me know."
Robin gave a nod and left, curiosity satisfied.
Growley whined and nudged Raven's shoulder, almost knocking her over.
"Yeah, yeah," The empath placed a hand on the hellhound's neck, leading him back over to her bed. "I know you like your cuddle time."
Growley climbed onto Raven's bed and curled up in the middle, giving her a begging look with those glowing red eyes. Eyes that have probably scared mortals with expired deals to death.
She climbed around so she was leaning against his stomach. Growley's tail thumped on the bed before he laid his head on his large paws.
Raven curled up so her head was against Growley, closing her eyes and focusing on his breathing.
Eventually, the empath fell asleep. A sleepy smile on her face.
Robin was in the middle of making a sandwich when he had the intense need to cry. He paused, and tried to figure out just what was happening.
Cause who wants to cry while making a sandwich?
After a moment of focus he realized it was coming from the Bond. So Raven was sad.
He instinctively knew she wasn't in the tower, thanks to the Bond. So he would have to wait until she got back.
Robin didn't have to wait long. She walked into the common room and started making tea.
He glanced around to make sure the other Titans weren't in the room before speaking up.
"Are you okay, Raven?"
The shuffling in the kitchen stopped and Robin glanced over the back of the couch.
The empath's back was to him, but he could see her tense shoulders under her cloak.
She was silent for a moment. "I found out that Growley died, was killed by a couple hunters."
"Oh," Robin frowned, sympathy and understanding twisted together in his chest. "I'm sorry, I know how close you two were."
There were plenty of times Raven had to "dogsit" Growley after Robin met him. She even introduced him to the other Titans so he wouldn't be confined to her room. The empath was often seen reading on the couch while petting something invisible on her lap.
"Death is an inevitable part of life," The words felt empty as Raven said them, like she didn't believe their meaning as she said them. "Love ones come and go."
"Doesn't make it hurt any less," Robin softly countered. "If you need anything, I'm here."
Raven was quiet as she made her tea. Just before she left the common room she whispered a "Thank you."
"Why do I have to babysit your hellhound?" Raven glared at said creature, who had made himself at home on her bed.
"I'm cashing in a favor, Birdie," Crowley smirked. "Growley is very well behaved. Just give him some souls and love, and he'll be an angel."
"Hellhounds don't eat souls," The empath raised an eyebrow as she waved a hand over her bookshelves, causing the books on the lower shelves to fly up to the top of the shelves. Out of reach of the hellhound. "But fine, whatever...you named your dog Growley?"
"Wonderful, darling. I knew I could count on you," Crowley checked the time on his pocket watch. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got deals to make and Hell to take over."
With those parting words the crossroad demon left, teleporting out of the room.
Raven sighed and turned her attention to Growley, who started wagging his tail when he saw her eyes on him.
"Okay...Growley, you can have the bed. And I can sit on the floor, or something."
The hellhound's tail stopped wagging and his eyes grew big and watery-
"Are you begging?" A ghost of a smile was on Raven's lips before it quickly disappeared. "What do you want?"
Growley stood up from the bed and walked slowly towards the empath, like he was afraid of scaring her. She allowed him to get close.
Then he grabbed the end of her cloak and began dragging her towards the bed.
"Wha-" Raven stumbled beside him before being flung onto her bed. Growley quickly climbed up and laid across her legs, preventing escape. "Let me up."
The hellhound whined and nosed her hand to lay on top of his head. With a sigh, she began to slowly pet him.
"Aren't hellhounds supposed to be scary enough to make people drop dead?" Raven raised an eyebrow. "You're a five foot tall puppy."
Growley's tail thumped against the comforter.
Raven stared at the hellhound puppy in Crowley's arms. Said puppy was looking at her in excitement, her little tail thumping against the King of Hell's side.
"Raven, this is Juliet," Crowley dumped the puppy in the empath's arms, causing her to awkwardly shift the puppy around to hold her correctly.
"Let me guess, hellhound-sitting?"
"No. We're going to raise Juliet together."
Raven paused, barely noticing as Juliet licked her chin. "What?"
Crowley glanced out her window, sipping from his glass of scotch. "Look, Birdie. I know you were hit pretty hard with Growley's death, so was I. So instead of me raising Juliet by myself, I thought you could help. She's from our boy's last litter."
The empath looked down at Juliet, who was looking up at her with big, demonic puppy dog eyes. She melted at those eyes, the same ones Growley would give her if he wanted to cuddle.
With a sigh, Raven adjusted her arms so Juliet was closer in a hug-like way. "Okay, I'll help."
"You hear that, Baby Girl? Mama and Papa are raising you together."
"Don't make it weird, we're having a moment."