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Scar Worship…

Raven loved his scars, she loved every mark he had on him for they told a story. The story of Jason Todd, and she found it completely mesmerizing. Heartbreaking too, but it was his story and she loved everything about him.

Sitting up in his bed she stared at her sleeping lover and smiled a bit to herself as she looked about the room. Their clothes from the evening out were scattered about the organized room, the bed was a wreck, a few of his glass cases were broken (her doing), and his books were stacked on his nightstand. However her eyes settled on his exposed back as he slept.

His body was riddled in scars, and every one of these marks showed a moment someone tried to break him and he continued to live. Slowly she reached out as her fingers lightly feathered the angry skin. The ridges were felt as she slowly moved over him, she felt the texture, the rises the dips, the leather improperly healed skin, the taunt thin skin, and his warm healthy skin.

"What the hell are you doing?" came the sleepy question. Raven didn't stop tracing his scars or look away from her task.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" she murmured. Suddenly she found herself pinned, emotions raging in him and bombarding her already downed shields. Her eyes traced the barely visible J carved in his cheek.

"Raven, I don't…" he started uncertainly.

"I love your scars," she whispered cutting off his uncertainty then.

"What?"

"I love your scars," she repeated as her lover slowly relaxed and sat up. Raven followed his action as she stared him down.

"You'd be a first," Jason admitted bitterly and she smiled as she slowly raised her fingers to trace two bullet scars which had barely missed his heart.

"They tell a story," she murmured as she pressed him back in the bed and straddled him. "And I love stories," she reminded him as her mouth was a whisper away from his.

"I hadn't noticed, sunshine," he smiled a bit.

"Mmm, I like good stories, but Jason, I love defying the odd stories," she informed him as she pulled away from him before she kissed him. "You are so heartbreakingly beautiful."

"Wrong adjective, little bird," he chuckled, his hands resting on her hips, but Raven didn't let him move her just yet.

"No it's not," she assured him. "You're handsome, very handsome I will admit that but you're beautiful story," she promised as she came over him, her fingers entwining in his hair. "My favorite is the white streak, makes you look like a rogue."

She lightly kissed his brow then and she slowly moved to the J carved in his cheek before she gingerly traced it. If she could she would destroy the Joker for marking him, but Jason had decided J didn't stand for Joker or Joke, or anything other than Jason.

"I love how you changed this one's meaning," she whispered and kissed his lips lightly as she continued kissing his jawline. Lightly nipping his pulse as his hands trailed over her spine. Lightly her tongue traced a stab wound scar on his collarbone.

"This one is beautiful, you saved a lot of people that day," she pointed out. Raven shifted when his hands slid over her ribs and were about to cup her breasts so he couldn't distract her. Instead she caught his wandering hands and sat back on his abdomen.

"I am very fond of these," she admitted devilishly. "They're so incredibly painful, and you shouldn't have them, but I love them because it brought you back, brought you to me."

She gingerly pressed her lips to the scars on his knuckles and fingers; not even the Lazarus Pit had been able to rid him of these. To her they were marks of survival, of strength, of triumph, he'd beaten death, he'd clawed out of that coffin and come back to the world of the living. And because he was alive now, he was hers', and Raven couldn't hate that for anything in the world. Jason sat up, she slid into his lap then.

"Rae," he warned in a dark tone and she kissed him again as she released his hands.

"I love this scar," she murmured, her fingers gingerly traced the one over his chest, a ragged slash, and she ghosted her nail over his nipple, he inhaled sharply. "Thank you for saving my team that day. You didn't have to, so thank you."

He didn't say anything as his mouth caught hers' again and she kissed him back, her hands wandering down his abs until she found a particular scar she loved. It was a nasty one, one which should have killed him that day, but it hadn't and, oh, how she loved it.

"But this one," she murmured as they parted, gasping for air. "I cherish this one the most," she reminded him, his hands caught her hips as he dragged her closer, she could feel his hard member between them pulsing with heat.

"Why?"

"Because… you said you loved me," she reminded him and she pushed him back on the bed as she fell atop him. "You don't say that, not often, but you said it."

"You have favorite scars?" he mused, his eyes dark and she smiled at him.

"I have favorite stories, and you just happen to be riddled with mine," she promised as he dragged her down for another hard kiss which stole her breath. His hands slid over her thighs and to her center. She whimpered a bit in anticipation.

"You're such an odd little demon," he murmured pulling away, kissing her hammering pulse. "No one has liked the scars, then you…" he hissed almost angrily and she felt turmoil feelings rolling off him.

"I love you," she whispered. "I love all of you."

"You'd be a fucking first," he growled as she fell back on the mattress, she gasped when his fingers traced her slit then.

There was so much pain, and turmoil in him, so much loss and betrayal, and he was such a heartbreakingly good story riddled in scars.

"I love you," she promised again as her lover kissed her again. And she'd love every scar he had because they made him who he was, they told his story. She'd just have to remind him of that often. His mouth traveled down her throat, and she moaned when his fingers parted her folds.

That's all for now folks!

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