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Pillow Talk…

Pillow talks weren't their thing, even as they both lay there gasping for breath after several rounds of heated sex; which was honestly some of the best sex he'd ever had in his life. Raven just wasn't the sort of girl to seek compliments, and with her being an empath he doubted she didn't know how she made him react. Tonight however was different as they both lay in his tattered bed in a safe house, his Red X uniformed shredded, and Raven's own uniform was in tatters.

"We've got to stop this," Raven sighed.

"Yeah," Jason agreed and then Raven was straddling him as she glared down at him with dark eyes.

"I'm serious Jason, you're Red X and I'm a Titan," she snapped.

"I know, princess," he caught her chin and coaxed her down to him. For well over three years they'd been trying to stop, they'd gone cold turkey on the sex and cut each other off in communication, but here they were, twenty years old, and in the very position they kept stopping.

"So make me leave," she pleaded.

"I can't," he murmured as he kissed her, Raven's fingers tangled in his hair as she held onto him tight, his free hand cupped her ass and she gasped as she pulled away, he kissed her jawline, nipping the sweet spot which had her moaning as her fingers dug into his shoulders. There was a push on his psyche and he felt her pushing her emotions on him as she took his from him, he groaned, as he sucked the spot on her collar bone which would have her moaning. Her head fell back, he kissed her pulse as his hand slid up her spine.

"I love you," she whispered painfully and he stopped which had him looking at the shining eyes Raven. "I love you, I love you, and I hate that I can't leave."

"Me too," he promised. He'd long since come to the conclusion that aside from Raven being his drug of choice, he loved her. And it was the sweetest poison he'd ever tasted.

"They're going to find out about you," she whispered.

"I know," he murmured.

"So make me leave," she pleaded.

"I can't," he answered again and pulled her to him for another kiss. He might be caught and tossed in Arkham with his killer, he might be seen again and tracked, he might get the unwanted attentions of his old life after his resurrection, but it didn't seem to stop this thing he had with Raven. No, he loved her, she loved him, and it was as complicatedly simple as that as he rolled her into the mattress that squeaked in protest.

"I can't ask you to leave sunshine, you're the only good thing I have left, and I'll be damned if I make you go," he murmured. "I'm a selfish bastard that way, little bird, and I love you too much to let go. So please don't leave me," he whispered.

"I can't seem to leave," she murmured and he saw a tear escape her as he kissed her again. They were both fucked, they were doomed, it was a fucking tragedy already foretold and doomed from the first look. However it didn't seem to stop them, so tonight they'd be together, they'd have pillow talks, and he'd see her smile.

Come tomorrow he'd go back to being Jason Todd, Red X and Red Hood, and she'd return to being a hero, a Titan, the saintly demon.

"I love you," she chanted and he groaned hearing it from her because she was the only one to ever mean it. It was after midnight when Raven was staring at him, her fingers tracing his stubble, and jaw as he pulled her as close as he could.

"What if we just ran?" he murmured. "Just ran and disappeared to be completely normal and boring?"

"Could you?" Raven whispered.

"I'd have a bag pack if you came with," he answered honestly.

"Where would we go?" she asked.

"Where do you want to go?"

"New York," she answered.

"Really?" he asked amused.

"It feels the most home," she murmured as she burrowed into his chest.

"New York it is, Long Island," he decided.

"And what would we do?" she asked.

"Anything, anything you want," he answered.

"Mmm, that sounds nice, no hero life, just a boring life, in a quiet house, on Long Island," she smiled.

"I'll get an honest job," he muttered in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yeah, or make an identity and go to school," he said.

"I like this," she yawned.

"Me too," he sleepily agreed.

The next morning he was surprised there was a small duffle by his door and an empty bag at the foot of his bed.

'If you're serious and not just talking to the pillow I'll be at the airport with the tickets, bring my bag. If not, keep the bag, and I wish you the best Red.

-R'

He smirked as he stood and dressed, he looked at the scattered uniform, shoved a few clothes in his bag before he checked her bag and saw it was her favorite clothes and a few of her favorite books. Jason pulled on his leather jacket as he left the crappy safe house and went to the air port.

Raven was standing there, looking nervous, and human, her black hair swirled in the damp air, and she looked uncertain. She had her own bag on her shoulder and he jogged to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist he hoisted her up for a light kiss before he set her on her feet.

"So, we're doing this?" he asked her.

"Yes," she nodded and he wrapped an arm around her.

"And what is the name of my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Rachel, Rachel Roth," she smiled a bit.

"Nice to meet you Rachel Roth, I'm Jason Peters," he informed her.

"I love you," she whispered in his chest as he pulled her close. He just kissed the top of her head.

So the pillow talk was a plan of action.

He liked it, and he loved where this was going with Raven. New starts, fresh beginnings, no more looking over his shoulder, and no more guilt for her.

That's all for now folks.

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