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Moving In Together…

Alright, so she'd never actually thought about moving out of her rent controlled apartment. Not even in the two years she'd dated Jason. Nope, it wasn't even a thought on her mind, mostly because she and Jason were comfortable, and they didn't mind living in two different cities, and with Jason's chosen occupation and his odd hours it was just easier for them both to have their own places. At least that's what Raven thought until she was walking down her block and there were three fire trucks, ambulances and billowing smoke as a fire raged in her building. She ran to her neighbor, Nancy then.

"Nancy! What happened!?" Raven demanded.

"Tommy torched the place!" Nancy coughed and Raven remembered the physco ex of Nancy's who had avowed to burn her to the ground. She saw the cops then walking Tommy, who was laughing away and Raven sighed. "This is all my fault! Now our building is gone!" Nancy was sobbing.

"It's alright, it's not your fault, and no one will blame you," Raven countered. They were talked to by an organization when Raven's phone rang.

"Hey sunshine," a voice greeted her.

"Hey red," she replied monotonously.

"So, what's going on?" he asked.

"My building was torched by a physco ex of one of the tenants," she admitted.

"No shit, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, my apartment is gone," Raven clarified.

"Where are you, little bird?" he demanded.

Standing on the corner of my street," she answered.

"Good, stay there, I'm in the city, I'll be there in twenty," he said.

True to his word he appeared twenty minutes later, dressed in jeans a t-shirt and a leather jacket and looking exhausted and worried as he walked over to her. Raven found herself wrapped up in strong arms for a hug and she sagged into him.

"Come on, you're staying with me," he said and took her bag, the only thing she owned now, which had her book of Azarath, two spell books, and her world history text book, along with her computer, chargers, and three notebooks. That was the sum of her existence as Jason tucked her into his side and walked her to the subway station. Getting to Grand Central Station to take the commuter train from New York to Gotham.

Sitting with Jason raven finally sighed as she just hid her face in his chest and kept her focus on her center.

"This sucks," she muttered as they neared Gotham nearly an hour later.

"Yeah," he agreed. "On the bright side you're moving in with me, finally," he laughed.

"Jason, I love you, I adore you, but I'm a New Yorker, anything in New Jersey, especially Gotham, is a downgrade and traitorous exchange!" she hissed.

He laughed.

"I'm now living in New Jersey," she muttered in horror.

"You lived in San Francisco and another dimension, love. I don't think New York is your center," he mused.

"Jason Peter Todd! I only say this because I love you, shut up! New Jersey sucks, and I'm a New Yorker," she swatted him.

"Whatever you say little bird," he laughed. "But you love a native New Jersian."

"The horror," she rolled her eyes as they pulled into the stop.

"At least I cook," he mused as he again tucked her into his side.

"True, you have good points, but New Jersey, Jason," she sighed. "Even people from New Jersey don't like New Jersey."

"You only say that because you're a New Yorker, and it could be worse," he said.

"How?"

"I could root for the Yankees instead of my Knights," Jason pointed out.

"True, your Knight suck, and my Mets are awesome," she smiled.

"I happen to like my Knights, thank you very much," he countered.

"Just admit it, they suck," she mused.

"Why do I love you again?" he asked dryly.

"I have no idea, when you figure it out tell me," she replied seriously. He just smiled and kept her with him as he navigated Gotham for her to get to his place. Raven wasn't thrilled about being in Crime Alley, but at least Jason's place was safe, and it was close enough to the commuting station she could still get to her classes.

"Mi casa, su casa," he smiled as the door opened and Raven sighed walking into a place that was like her second home, she had three drawers, and closet space here, and she'd stored some books here. "Get a shower, I'll make dinner," he said as he dropped her bag on his sofa.

"Are you going out tonight?" she asked before she walked into his room.

"Nah, it's been quiet here anyway," he shrugged and she nodded as she disappeared in the bathroom. Her shampoo and conditioner were here, along with her preferred body soap, she'd bought them a few weeks ago when she'd realized she spent enough time here she should be comfortable. Also, she didn't need to smell like Jason every time she ran late for classes because she'd been in Gotham instead of home. Also, Jason had had things at her place, before it'd burned down.

Once clean Raven picked up one of Jason's clean shirts, and a pair of yoga pants, she walked to the kitchen as he served up some steaks and vegetables. She sat at his island and sighed.

"Thanks for letting me stay here," she sighed as she dragged her fingers through her short black hair and frowned.

"Of course, Rae, you're always welcomed," he smiled. She just sighed.

"Now I have to apartment hunt again," she groaned; she had hated that the first time when she was eighteen and leaving the Titans and hero life to just be Rachel Raven Roth!

"Not necessarily, I was serious when I said you could move in," he said.

"What? But…" she started. "You like your space, I like my space…"

He shrugged.

"I like your company, you're easy to be with, and we give each other space, sunshine," he pointed out as he walked over to her, she twisted back to look up at him a bit. "And I've been meaning to ask you for a while, if you want a different place we'll go apartment hunting but I want you."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, even if I have to move to New York for you," he sourly stated, a smile pulled her lips as she stared at him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but as a native New Jersian, I feel like a traitor," he stated.

"No one likes Jersey, red, no one, all the crazies live here," she deadpanned.

He laughed.

"So what do you say?" he asked.

"Um… yeah, but we can stay here for now," she said reluctantly. "You like your place, and it's a nice place, even for Jersey."

"I have safe houses in New York too that are nicer than this if you've got your heart set on New York," he smiled.

"Mmm… we'll look, but if I don't like…" she warned.

"Of course," he kissed her. "No matter what though I'm keeping my Knights."

"They suck Jay, epically."

"Shut up, you're a Mets fan."

That's all for now folks.

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