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Washing Something…

The rules of the Tower were simple, whoever did the cooking didn't do the dishes. It was a fair trade, even she would admit that it was fair, and Raven was fine with the arrangement. Unless Jason got it in his head to help, like he was now.

"Eek!" she ducked the sink faucet and used her telekinesis to spray the water on him.

"That's cheating!" he shouted as her.

"I did not start this!" she defended. She ducked when he threw the wet rag at her, he took that moment to catch her and she shrieked when he hosed her down, he laughed and she used her pours to dump the sink's water on him.

They both stood there soaked and her lips twitched.

"Are you joining a wet t-shirt contest?" he teased.

"Shut up!" she hissed.

"You'd win," he teased.

"That does it!" she snapped and she lunged for him, Jason ducked out of her way, and flew, twisting around as she used her powers to lift him by his ankles, he sprayed her with the faucet again and she yelped as she dropped him and ran around the counter.

"Surrender princess!" he called out.

"I did not start this!" she shouted as she found a pan lid and grinned at having a shield. "But I'll end it!"

Since Jason had moved into the Tower, after Dick discovering he was Red X, life had gotten interesting. Jason had sort of singled her out of the group and hung out with her the most. At first Raven was peeved by this, because he loved teasing her, but then it was normal. He wasn't like Gar or Cy who could just be straight up annoying at times, he was rather interesting and good company. The problem was, Jason had a love of dangerous things, pushing her emotions was a dangerous thing and he loved pushing her limits before he'd back off. Tonight was no exception.

She'd learned that indulging him in his games, like the current water war from washing the dishes, was fun, but also the only time he acted like a young man and not a dangerous man. It was also kind of fun to have someone who wasn't scared of her emotions to hang around when things got a bit out of hand.

Grabbing the lid she flew up as she curled up tight and came down on him.

There was a thud and he was laughing.

"I win," she said tartly.

"So you think, little bird," he teased and she yelped when the water slammed on her back.

"Cold!" she scrambled away from him and glared. He was just laughing.

"You two were supposed to be doing the dishes!" Dick roared which had both of them looking up at a scowling Dick Grayson, Jason just burst into laughter once again and she frowned.

"He started it," she snapped.

"I expect better of you Raven," Dick sounded exasperated.

"Yet not of your brother?" she muttered.

"You look like a wet bird, love," he laughed.

"Don't call me that, and who's fault is that! I was just washing the dishes," she snapped back, he laughed some more and Dick just sighed.

"Go get changed, I'll finish the dishes and clean the kitchen," Jason snickered and she looked down with a bland glare and noticed her white shirt and white sports bra were soaked through. She shot Jason a blank look before she just squared her shoulders and held her head up high as she marched through the Tower to the girls showers. It wasn't like she was ashamed of her body, she just didn't have anything flaunt worthy like Kori or Barbara or Donna, she was rather on the lacking side.

Once warmed again she walked out of the bathroom and collected her spare civilian clothes from her locker before tugging them on.

She sensed him before she saw him and turned to see him walking down the hall. He was just as soaked as she had been and she could see all his scars through his white shirt but wasn't put off by them like others had been. Folding her arms she cocked her hip and gave him a bland look.

"Sneaking into the girls' wing?" she asked.

"Just want to make sure we're good," he said.

"About what?"

"Well…"

"It's fine Jason, I don't have anything to be ashamed or to flaunt so there's no hurt pride, but next time I'll kick your ass at the water wars," she warned.

"Victor has all those vehicles in dire need of a wash," Jason mused.

"Yes, yes he does," she agreed.

"Tomorrow?" he smiled.

"You're on," she stated.

"You're going to lose little bird," he warned.

"I don't think so, I'll be prepared tomorrow," she smiled a bit smugly then and he laughed.

"Till then, hey, you don't happen to have a copy of Balzac's La Coméde Humaine?"

"Yeah, it's in English though," she admitted, but it was as one of the five dollar classic paperback collections, you could get from Barns & Nobel, she'd bought it about two months ago, loved it, and was now reading Frankenstein.

"Cool, can I borrow it?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied because Jason was frequently raiding her room for books now. She was surprised at how fast he'd taken to just asking her for books, or asking to look through her shelves for a book.

"Thanks, I'll be by after I clean up to get it," he smiled and then he was gone. She just shook her head and walked to her room then. Jason was an odd one, but it was nice to have another book lover in the Tower now. It also meant she got someone to talk books with.

Making her way to her room she dropped her soaked clothes in the hamper and noted that she'd do laundry tonight as she pulled out that bikini Donna and Star had insisted she buy last month and smirked. She hadn't been prepared tonight's water war, but tomorrow she would be.

She sat on her bed reading when there was a knock before Jason walked in.

"Hey little bird," he greeted, she flicked up her wrist and pulled the book off her shelf and flew it over to him.

"Now that you've got that I've got laundry to wash, so see you," she said as she heaved up her hamper.

"I'll help."

"Like you helped with washing the dishes?"

"I have my own laundry to run, sunshine, and no, there's no fun to be had in laundry."

"No there isn't."

"I'm still going to win tomorrow's water war," he warned.

"I am fully prepared to annihilate you," she stated as they walked to his room, he walked in and reappeared a moment later with his laundry as they both walked to the Tower wash room.

"Frankenstien?" he asked.

"Yes, I was looking for horror," she shrugged.

"Stephen King."

"I was going read Carrie," she admitted.

"Fuck that, read It," he informed her.

"I happen to like sleep," she replied primly.

"Me too, but that book is worth the read," he said as they walked into the wash room.

"Perhaps I'll just read the Red Dragon," she said.

"That's a good one, good psycho in it," he replied.

"You actually read it?"

"Yes, after Joker and everything, thought it was epic," he replied.

"Hmm, I'll keep that in mind," she said as she filled the washing machine.

"How do you feel about spy novels?" he asked her.

"Depends on who you're reading, some are trash, some are, I don't have a way to describe how good they are," she replied.

That's all for now folks!

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