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Soul Mates…
As a child, he hadn't given two shits about that precious mark he didn't have. He'd been too busy trying to survive, keep his mother safe from his father, make sure that they weren't starving, and to make sure she wasn't killed by her dealers. Not that it had mattered all that much, his mother had still died, and the system had tried to break him forcing him to run away.
And on the streets was when he'd learnt about the marks, soul marks, signifiers that there was someone out there waiting for you and only you. He'd have loved to dream about that the nights he'd been freezing, or starving, or about to be killed, or when the city was silent. However, he did not have a mark.
It was a funny fact, most the other kids with marks lived with the hope that they'd meet their other half, however, Jason didn't have such hope. It was as if the world had decided he wasn't even worthy of a simple mark, of the simple hope that there was someone out there who'd care about him enough to want him. So in his retaliation to the universe he was going to live, he wouldn't die simply because no mark marred his battered skin.
Jason Todd would not die because he was going to be alone for eternity. He would live and nothing was going to keep him down. At least, nothing was going to keep him away from these hub caps and the hot meal they promised him…
Azarath did not have soul mates, or any of that nonsense. Which was quite liberating to Raven because she did not think she could stand it if she were to kill them because of her fate. However, it didn't stop her from admiring her mother's mark. It was so beautiful, so lively, so different from anything on Azarath.
'Did you ever meet him?' she had asked once, her mother had just sighed as she picked her up for Raven had been a very small child; before the monks had taken her away from her mother to be trained.
'No, but earth is a large place, far larger than Azarath and I didn't look. Instead I had you,' Arella had smiled and Raven had been happy.
Two weeks later Raven was training, and learning about her demon abilities. And she felt that maybe it was for the best she didn't have that mark. Not just because she was the Gem of Scath and Trigon's daughter and the portal for her father so he could destroy worlds, though those were all legitimate reasons not to love someone. However, she felt it was for the best she had no mark because she couldn't love whoever it would have been. It wasn't that she didn't love, but she couldn't ever feel or express it, it would forever be locked away and that would just be cruel to whomever fell in love with her.
Yes, it was for the best to unmarked.
Funny, being unmarked was something his mentor had envied, and Jason had hated Bruce for envying that. Bruce had two marks, and that was two more than Jason was ever likely to have. However, Jason shoved the resentment of Bruce's envy away, deep down in the abys of himself and he focused on the fact someone wanted him. Someone could actually love, it was amazing.
He'd been given a room in the manor, all the food he could ever dream of, and school! It was… everything he'd ever wanted. At least it was until the media got wind of him being Bruce Wayne's newest adoption, and then they went nuts when someone leaked it to the media that he was unmarked…
Jason hated it.
The entire upper class of Gotham started looking down on him as not only the street rat Bruce had adopted, but the one who'd be forever alone. It was infuriating, and Jason lashed out to anyone who had dared to pity him not having a mark.
He told himself he didn't need or want a mark.
He would be happy, he'd be a good Robin, and he'd be a good son for Bruce and a brother to Dick. Even when no one believed in him, even now with his new family no one believed in him. But he'd prove them wrong. Especially Dick and Bruce, they might have been his new family, but he'd prove them wrong. He'd be better than they ever were.
Raven learned so much, there was so much about her duel natures to learn and she found it so fascinating. Terrifying, for she was her own greatest fear, but it was fascinating.
The Magic, it just came to her, it flowed, it felt as natural as breathing and as right as living. Even if she had a natural aptitude for the darker side of Magic, she still loved it. She'd never be like her father, or like that thing she was supposed to be, so she felt comfortable using her darkness for good. It scared the other Azarathian children away from her and she was frequently left alone, but it was better that way.
One of her abilities she couldn't turn off, it was her empathy, her greatest gift and ultimate weakness, and being surrounded by people hurt her. So many emotions, no way to block all of them out though she was learning to center herself in meditation. It was truly best that her human nature hadn't marked her.
The Azarathians all looked on her with fear, she knew humans would look upon her with hatred and disgust, and she'd handle that when the time came, but until such a time she sought solitude, sought he peace in silence, and lived for the contentment she felt when she was alone. Raven held no place in Azarath, or in her father's realm, or on earth, she was a creature which belonged alone, and she'd learn to live with it.
Bruce was going to bench him, and probably pitch him out, Dick hated his guts, and there was really no one aside from maybe Alfred who'd care if he died. Even after all these years; because he was almost fifteen now, he didn't belong. He was the fuck up, the disappointment, the screw up. Dick was off playing intergalactic hero in that horrible disco costume and the new 'Nightwing' persona. Bruce was going to bench him because of 'the diplomat incident'; which had actually happened how he had said, he hadn't pushed the guy off the roof, though he was tempted to. But the point was Bruce believed he'd actually pitched the prick off the roof and he was being benched.
Well, they'd never wanted him in the first place so Jason was leaving.
He'd managed to track his birth mother down, and he was… he'd find a home with his birth mom. She'd want him, she was his mom. Right? Moms wanted their kids. Moms always loved you, and cared about you, and… and believed in you. He hoped she liked him, he wasn't all that likeable, but he hoped.
And maybe she'd be proud of him, unlike his father or Bruce. God, he'd tried so fucking hard to make Bruce proud of him but there was nothing he could do. Well, aside from one thing; which was impossible, there was nothing he could do. Bruce would never just look at him, as his son or Robin, and simply say 'I'm proud of you, and I love you'. No, that wasn't Bruce's style, and Jason didn't… he didn't want to look at Bruce and see the disappointment anymore. He was so tired of that.
Jason pulled out his phone as he stood there at the boarding gate to his flight and called the one person who might care that he was leaving.
There was no answer, but Jason wasn't expecting one as he smiled at the proper voicemail, then the beep.
"Hey Al, I was calling so you don't panic. Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm heading off to meet my birth mom. If B should ask tell him I said thanks for everything. Later!"
He hung up, pulled his phone apart, dropped it in the trash as he walked onto his plane with his ticket in hand. For the first time since his mom had died and Bruce had taken him in, he felt hopeful. Truly hopeful that he'd have someone who would just want him. Sitting in his seat by the window he pulled out his iPod and pulled on his headsets as he stared out the window.
Ethiopia here he come…
God, he was so nervous. He'd also kill for a cigarette to settle his nerves right about now. Staring out the window of his coach seat he watched as they were taxied out and then he felt the push of force as they picked up speed as his stomach dropped at the wheels leaving Gotham.
He'd officially left Gotham.
It had been an accident! No nine year old should have had the power to open the door between worlds, dimensions, and galaxies! However, there he stood in all his terrible glory, people screaming and vainly trying to run for their lives. She just stared in horror as he smiled and she screamed when he killed her mother first. Then there was the blast of energy and Raven screamed as all that pain shredded her mental barriers and ripped her soul apart. All her people's agony, their fear, their pain, everything, it flowed into her as her own.
'I've been looking for you Gem,' her father had growled as he snatched her up, she whimpered.
'There's a prophecy to come true, you will play your part, girl,' he growled as he took them back to his hellish world.
Her empathy was killing her as she felt all the pain, the death, the hatred, she screamed some nights, and others she contemplated breaking out of her prison and falling into the flames. However, she focused, centered herself and continued her practices of Azarath to keep her dark nature locked up. She would not let her father beat her down, he did not get to win. She was stronger, she was the Gem of Scath and she would find her own path, she would not surrender to fate.
She had sought her father out, and she may have accidentally let him destroy her people, but she did not need a father. She did not need him. Despite everything he had spewed, everything he told and taught her, she did not need him.
He needed her.
And Raven was going to exploit that need of his and escape this hell and warn earth of her father. If a nine year should have the power to summon Trigon and had, then what could a now twelve year old do? Raven didn't know, but she was not going to let that prophecy come or come to pass, she would destroy it. She was stronger than even Azar had thought she could be, and now she would break out of hell.
Raven was no one's daughter.
She was the last Azarathian, not a demon.
She was the Gem of Scath, not a fucking door!
She would destroy her father, she would not serve him. Raven refused to serve him, she would keep her center, and keep herself strong and under control, no one got to break her. Which brought her to her plan as she started looking at her options. If Trigon did not control her, then fate did not either, she would defend her mother's home world. She would not fail Earth as she had Azarath.
'Stupid girl, you will never escape me, I am a part of you, forever,' her father would whisper some nights when she did not learn a lesson he wanted her too.
"I am Raven, and I will not break," she whispered to herself as she searched her soul for her escape.
He should have fucking known, he supposed, he should have just known that there was no way anyone would ever love him. Spitting out blood on the Joker's face he smirked defiantly, he wasn't going to break. He may fucking die, but he sure as hell wasn't going to fucking break! Not for the Joker, not for Bruce, not for his mother! He'd break for no one. A grunt escaped his lips as the Joker threw him down and continued his beating. Jason dared to glance at the woman who had given birth to him and he gasped as he felt another rib give under the Joker's beating.
He might die here, but he'd… he'd do everything he could to protect his mother. Even if she didn't love him he could try to prove to her he was a good son. The beating came to an end, Joker had some smart quip to say before slamming the door, Jason just fought the pain which wanted him to black out. slowly he moved his broken body so he could slip his wrists under his feet and staggered to them, the cold numbing the pain as he stumbled to the door. He had to get… he had to get her out of here.
Fighting the locked door he felt the tears well up, gritting his teeth he slid to the ground and gasped for air he couldn't seem to get.
It was too cold, he was too broken, and the door was locked. He was going to die here.
His mother was already scouring for her way out of here when he heard it. The barely audiable tick, which had his head falling to the side and the red glared at him.
Bruce wasn't saving him this time, Jason accepted that as he let out his shuddering breath. Bruce wouldn't save him, however Jason wished, just wished once more, that he had had a chance to call Bruce Dad and tell him he loved him.
"Come on, I've found us away out, but I need your help," his mom crouched in front of him, he hugged his ribs.
"Forty-five seconds, take shelter, those crates," he murmured. Her eyes widened and she left him again. Jason just sighed, so this was why he didn't have a mark. He was dying, and no one would ever care about him or his death. Too bad he hadn't had the chance to prove the world wrong. He watched the clock, he knew his mother was safe, and he felt at peace with dying.
He was a kid from Crime Alley, he'd made it to almost fifteen, that was more than was expected. He would even be an old man to some kids there. The thought had him smiling a bit. It was alright, Bruce… Bruce didn't need to save him and Dick didn't need to care about him. This was alright.
The explosion hit him with full for and there was a nanosecond of pain before there was nothing.
Raven had beat him, by sheer dumb luck she'd beaten her father back long enough for her to open a portal and dive through it, now she stood there, twelve years old, on shaky legs in a new world, her mother's world. She'd have been relieved had she not felt so exhausted and spent which had her collapsing weakly in a garbage heap.
The important thing to her was that she had made it here.
Turns out, here was New York City, New York. Raven's minimal knowledge of the English language from her mother helped her figure that out. On a box of moving pictures she saw colorful people fighting off people who were clearly bad, and Raven decided she'd go to them for help first.
Finding the Hall of Justice, as it was called, wasn't hard, it was in the Financial District of New York, it was a big star on all the maps she found. After a week here she had a good handle on the language, she was starving but a guy named Marvin was helping her survive on the streets. He was sweet; nuts, but sweet, and Raven thanked him when he helped her collect enough cans to get a subway pass. She even had some money left over and got to have a hot meal.
Her first hot meal on Earth was waffles, Marvin insisted they were to die for. Raven agreed.
After that she smiled at Marvin and he waved her off as she rode the subway to the Hall of Justice. She was a grubby street kid who no one paid any attention too. She arrived at the Hall of Justice and felt the first victory in a while then she walked up to them, trying to speak in English to someone for help. She tugged on a black cape and stared up into the sad eyes of a cowl.
"I need help," she said. "Earth is in danger…?" she said uncertainly. In her frustration she started talking as fast as she could to explain what was coming, and the black wearing man knelt to her level.
"What did you find Bats?" a red wearing man appeared, Raven blinked at the new comer.
"A girl, appears about twelve, looks human, I don't know the dialect she is speaking," the black cowl said matter-of-factly, Raven felt his overwhelming grief and sadness, she wanted to take it away, but she remembered her lessons in Azarath about how she could not take it or replace it.
"What is she?"
"Gem of Scath," she stated.
"Ever heard of that?"
"Let's take her in to the League, learn more," the red one stated. Raven followed them, she could save earth, she hadn't been strong enough to save Azarath but she could save earth. Especially with their powerful heroes! She wouldn't fail them, she wouldn't fail earth!
She never expected a Magician to destroy her hopes.
He vaguely remembered coming to life, he had nightmares about his coffin and digging through earth, the street. However his first real, tangible memory, was the pit, the pain, the blood, the fury and he remembered Talia there.
At first he didn't notice it, he'd been so focused on his training, escaping and getting to Bruce to say he was sorry for everything. It took him a year since the his resurrection to even notice it. Which was odd because it was right there, right on his heart.
A mark.
The cruelty of such a thing appearing on him after his resurrection had him laughing and wanting to burn the fucking mark off. However, he found it to also be a mesmerizing to look at. A red bird, with four narrow white eyes. He'd looked up the silhouette of the bird, it was a raven.
In his private time he wondered who this belonged to, but most the time he wished pity upon the person who bore his mark, Ra's was looking for them to control him, not that it would work. If Talia couldn't control him, and Bruce hadn't been able to control him, what made them think that finding whoever had the other half of this wretched mark would make him fall into line?
However the mark was irrelevant when his rage at Bruce and being replaced was discovered. And the fucking Joker was still alive! The rage he felt at this discovery had him becoming a good slave to bide his time.
They would suffer, they would all suffer! He'd break Bruce's precious rules if only to get justice, real justice, for himself and the countless masses of people the monster had killed. Jason was not going to live on a fucking planet where the Joker was still alive! He didn't care if the fucking apocalypse came, so long as the Joker was dead he wouldn't care.
He could die a happy man knowing that he'd kill the Joker. However, once he was unleashed on Gotham his rage knew no bounds as he went after the assholes who he had dared to think of as family before his death! They hadn't treated him like anything but shit before his death, he'd give that to them in return. They would know how it felt to be betrayed.
Talia set him up with a lot of money, he was trained, he was highly motivated and this was going to fucking hurt them as much as they had hurt him. He didn't care if it was Talia's beloved who he killed, he didn't care which brat he killed, and he sure as fuck didn't care how they'd feel about this. They left him to the monsters, he became a monster. They'd have to deal with it.
They were all going to feel his pain.
No one would stop him. And as he went about destroying the Bats and Joker he'd clean up Gotham.
Raven liked life with the Titans.
Dick had found her a year after Zatanna had destroyed her attempt to save the earth, Raven hadn't given up on defeating her father. Yet. However, when she looked upon the team her friend had assembled, the team she had drawn together by accidentally projecting the future she had glimpsed, she realized there was no way they could stand against her father.
No one could, and the thought had her feeling so alone as she kept the knowledge to herself and struggled to enjoy what time the earth had left. She would never be strong enough to fight Trigon on her own, she'd never have the strength to defeat him, or save the Earth, all she could do was enjoy the time she had with the very first friends she'd ever have.
It was with this stark realization that the time would end that had had her missing that small mark which appeared on her heart. At least, she didn't notice it until Slade delivered her father's message and all the brands burned her skin, the pain she felt as her father's dimension seeped into her psyche had had her screaming out as Slade showed her, her father's will.
However, once in the safety of her room again, and all her friends safe in the Tower, when she had showered to cool her burning skin, and when she had gone about cutting her hair in her bathroom she noticed it. All her brands had recede, all of them gone, except the mark on her heart.
Her eyes widened realizing what it was and for an hour she just stared at it, half her hair cut and half of it long. The mark, it was a nothing special, nothing fancy, it was rather simple, and beautiful. A red raven with four pure white narrowed eyes.
Gingerly she traced it, then she looked at it, it wasn't special, she warned herself. And it wasn't ever going to work for no one would ever be able to love her, and the end of the world was coming. However, the mark gave her hope. Marks wouldn't come if the world were going to perish? Right?
Then again the universe seemed to have a sadistic streak in it somewhere and Raven doubted she'd ever meet whoever held the other half of this mark. Instead she tightened the towel over the mark, avowed to never look or think about it, and continued slicing off her hair. Demons did not love, they did not fall in love, and they did not get good endings. She was the monster to be slain, and if she could die before her father's prophecy arrived she would. However, she didn't want to die, not yet.
She wanted to live, there were things she wanted to do, things she wanted to experience.
For now though she would just continue with her life and when the time for her father's arrival came she hoped that she'd be able to fight him.
He was twenty-two the first time he met her.
She had a team of younger teens, the newest Robin, a Speedster, the Superbrat, and a kid called Blue Beetle. He'd accidentally stumbled into the Titan skirmish because he'd been tracking down a child smuggler, he never intended to get pulled into the fight with aliens. He'd been about to be killed when she appeared, a swirl of black, a huge raven soaring and then there was deathly silence as the shadows settled and she stood there with a swirling cape. He gave her props for being more dramatic than Bats on making an entrance. Also, she was fast, black magic had had him at her side faster than he could have avoided it.
"What are you doing here?" he had snarled.
"I'm trying to catch Robin before he does something reckless, you?" she has asked in a monotone.
"Child smuggler, what's with the aliens, sunshine?" he had asked, amazed at how quickly they had fallen in step with one another. He was used to fighting alone, to have someone who wasn't much of a fighter fall into step with him; both in a fight and verbally, was interesting.
Raven interested him.
It was after the fighting when Raven had grabbed Damian Wayne's ear and was chewing him out, he was laughing and all the other young teens looked sheepish. She dragged Damian over to him and forced the taller, bigger, and more lethal boy to thank him. Jason laughed at how Raven manhandled his little brother, Damian al Ghul-Wayne, a teen with more pride than humility, was brought down by Raven.
Raven had his undivided attention at that point.
After the mission he found himself stopping around the Tower, having a few cups of tea a month with Raven, she let him come around and it was soothing. Aside from books and tea they seemed to end up with a lot in common. Until it came to cooking, Raven could not cook and he found it amusing that even the original Titans, and his brothers all cringed at the mere thought of her cooking.
Hanging around the Tower forced him to reconcile with his brothers, which wasn't so bad, but anytime Bruce showed up he was gone. He'd sooner gnaw off his own arm than deal with Bruce. No one seemed to get his rage at Bruce, and he stopped trying to explain how betrayed he felt with what Bruce had done. Bruce tried to explain but honestly, Jason didn't give a flying fuck what Bruce's excuses were.
He did however take full advantage of being welcomed home by Alfred and would sneak in to hang out with Al. And slowly he started to be drawn in by his brothers again. Every so slowly he found a real family, and he found a few good friends in Roy and Kori. Raven was someone he felt most at ease around though, and that didn't feel like it was going to change.
The first time she saw her mark on him, her heart had stopped, she'd dropped her tea, and he had looked over at her. Damian, Jason, Tim, and Dick were all still dressed in their pajamas and barely awake, it was morning coffee for them. Jason in nothing sweatpants, Raven couldn't look away from the mark on Jason's chest.
Dick had been at her side demanding if she was alright. She had shaken her head and lied saying she had a vision, but it was nothing. Leaving the boys behind she hid in her room for a long time as she let out a shuddering breath. She'd known Jason for four years now, he was a good friend, a true brother to his brothers, and a good man. Not the man they wanted, but a good man all the same.
After calming herself, putting the things she'd managed to throw around with her turbulent emotions away she changed and walked down for training. The recruits were all there and Raven stood at the controls of the obstacle course watching out for the kids.
"Hey, you alright, sunshine?" a voice asked, she forced herself to remain centered and indifferent as she looked over at him as he took a seat beside her.
"I will be fine," she assured him. "I occasionally have visions," she admitted.
"Looked like you'd seen a ghost this morning, little bird," he smirked.
"In a way, I did," she softly stated.
"And it disturbed you?" he asked. "You shattered a tea cup this morning and bolted."
"It… startled me, but I will handle it," she said firmly.
"Whatever, I gotta go, later princess," he smiled a bit and was gone. She waved him off as he ran to Kori's ship and disappeared. Groaning she let her hands drag through her hair in frustration. Jason had a girlfriend. And even if he didn't she wasn't his type.
It was that evening when Raven lay on the Tower roof staring at the stars that she decided she'd leave the marks alone. She couldn't love, not because she didn't want to, but emotions and she were dangerous, it was best to not love.
Damian appeared that night and sat with her. He had to ask about soul marks, apparently that had been this morning's topic of interest with his brothers. Dick had noticed Jason's mark, said something about him not having one before death and that had lead to the boys talking about them. Damian showed her his, and asked about it so innocently that she remembered the young ex-assassin was still a teen and he did have a soft side he didn't expose overly much.
Raven patiently talked with him, all the while her mark felt like it were burning and Damian nodded at the end of their talk.
"They're stupid."
"They are."
"Do you have one?"
"Yes."
"Do you know who it goes with?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Do they know?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I cannot love and it hardly seems fair to be their match when I can't love," she had stated. Damian had nodded and left the topic alone.
Jason's girlfriend of nine, nearly ten, months was Kara Danvers, a.k.a. Supergirl, and it was great. Kara had no mark, and Jason wasn't seeking out his mark, they worked. It was good. A bit annoying that she didn't seem to think bad shit happened; the woman was annoyingly optimistic and happy, but it was a good thing for him. He felt… light, around her. And once Kori and Roy had become a thing Kara had stopped being paranoid about him and Kori being friends. She didn't seem to mind Raven, but Kori was someone who had Kara turning into a nagging bitch.
Which was why this mission, after nine, almost ten months of dating he had taken Raven instead of Kori, mostly so Kara wouldn't be a bitch about it, and went hunting a dangerous ring of hitmen. Raven was very calm, he was the chaos.
Funny, Raven, so still and quiet, tolerated being on a mission with him; Jason hated the quiet and he had to be moving all the time. He'd been that way since his childhood, and even as an adult it was this way. The only times he was still and quiet was when he was focused on something dangerous or about to do something insane.
The night they raided the warehouse Raven had gone in after him, her body left behind because her first assault was her soul form, he'd gone in spraying bullets, and the criminals had screamed in terror as he laughed in glee at being alive. God he had never felt as alive than in the moments he was in a fight. Raven saved his ass, and it was later when they were tying up the criminals, and Raven was looking over information that she truly saved him.
He hadn't sensed it, Raven had shouted, he had twist just as she slammed into him, the three shots hit her center mass as he shot back and killed the fucker. Then he was over her. She was bleeding, he called Oracle for help, he kept his hands on her wounds, there was a boom and Cyborg appeared, they were back in the tower and he sliced of her uniform as Cyborg went to work, pulling bullets out.
She must have been desperate to forget to use her powers as a shield, he had thought and then his eyes landed on her chest. Peaking out beneath her bra was a mark, he waited until Cyborg and he were finished, when he told Cy he'd get her in the hospital gown and to a bed, that he had managed to pull the bloody bra aside and his eyes widened a bit at the sight of his mark on her chest. Swiftly he got her changed and settled then sat beside her.
He supposed it was obvious when he thought about it. He loved any time he'd get with Raven, the moments when he'd have her undivided attention, and he had thought her to be gorgeous. However, Raven's emotions were something which kept her isolated from the rest the world, she was Azarathian, and half demon, he'd always thought that whatever connection he felt for her was one-sided and never tried to pursue it.
Later Cy reappeared.
"Did you know Raven has a mark?" Jason asked softly.
"Soul mark? Yeah, no I have no idea what it is, but she's said she has one when asked. Damian asked her first, rest of us weren't… we weren't going to ask." Victor admitted. "Why?"
"Because she has mine," Jason muttered and that stopped Cy.
"Does she know?"
He shrugged. He'd honestly forgotten about the stupid mark unless Kara brought it up, it was just a tattoo was what he told people. It wasn't likely anyone would know the difference.
"No shit!?" Victor gaped at him.
"I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't seen it," Jason admitted.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know? Figure it out when she wakes," he decided.
"She's going to fight you tooth and nail on this," Victor warned. "Raven's… not one to be emotional or to have open emotions."
"I get it," Jason shrugged. "She's fucked up, I'm fucked up, we're still going to talk or I will handcuff her to me until she gives up."
"That's extreme."
"Not really."
"Good luck with that approach."
"Yup," Jason nodded.
The pain was what she came around to. It was relentless, but it was a numb fire compared to the storm of emotions she could feel beside her as she slowly opened her eyes and glanced at Jason.
"Ow," she muttered. "Calm down, or leave, you're giving me a headache," she grumbled as she slowly lifted a hand to her throbbing head. Stupid empathy.
"We need to talk," he stated.
"Hm?" she hummed.
"Marks?" he stated.
"Oh, I can't love so there's no point in talking about it," Raven mumbled as she tried to move her left hand only to find it clasped firmly in Jason's.
"That's bullshit and you know it," he warned her in a stern tone.
"I'm not talking about this," she decided.
"Too bad, we match," he stated.
"How'd you know!?" she gasped, he blinked.
"How'd you know?" he asked darkly as his eyes narrowed. The lights flickered from her emotions as she tried to pull away from him and the pain paralyzed her. "Rae?" he drawled.
"Few months," she admitted.
"And you didn't talk to me… why?" he drawled she sighed.
"You have a girlfriend, and I did not think it was important, and can I have something for the pain now!" she snapped, she was not on pain meds and she wasn't having this talk unless she was high or dead. High was apparently happening first.
"No, we're talking about this when you're sober."
"I will give you all this pain, I'm not in control of my powers when I'm this weak," she warned sweetly.
"You have perfect control, now talk," he snapped.
"Jason, you have a girlfriend! The only reason she doesn't fry me into ash and send me to the sun is because I'm not a threat to your relationship. Also, matching marks mean nothing! I'm from Azarath, and I'm a demon, being my match is not healthy for you."
"Rae," he sighed.
"Don't 'Rae' me, I am not a match. I'm not a pick. And I am not having this talk unless I am either high or dead, that way I don't have to suffer it. Now if the mark is all you care about leave." She looked away then. stupid human blood and soul marks. She would rather be stuck in hell than deal with soul marks. She was not a pick, for anyone, not even Garfield had been able to pick her. Raven sucked the life out of people and she didn't want Jason to come to resent her, as he would come to if he decided to pursue a relationship with her.
"I grew up wishing for one person to give a damn about me, for a mark, you have it and I know you care Raven," he warned lowly and he pulled her chin to him so she was looking at him. "You might convince the world you don't give a shit but I know you do. Now talk. Why not tell me about the mark?"
"Jason, leave it alone," she pleaded. She really didn't want to have this talk.
"Raven…" his tone low and dark and she sighed.
"I don't love. I don't do happy, sad, passion, mad, I can't. Not because I don't want to, but… they're dangerous. Every emotion I have is dangerous, it won't matter how much I'm loved, or what I mean to someone, I can't feel it or express it. Even if I want to, that's not fair to you when you deserve to be happy," she sighed. "I didn't tell you because you're happy with Kara and I'd kill you."
"You're not so bad," he shrugged.
She lifted her brow at him, the pain was now a raging storm in her.
"I'm a fucked up guy too," he pointed out.
"What are you proposing we be fucked up together?" she hummed.
"Yeah," he nodded. She gaped at him.
"Raven, I just want person, and you care so don't deny it," he warned.
"It's because I care that I insist we leave this alone and never speak of it," she warned.
"Too late, Kara and I have been done since yesterday when Dick spilled the beans on the marks, and you've been out for five days, a lot of perspective was given. Also, Cy sides with me," he said.
"Jason…"
"We're not anything, but will you be open to try?" he asked.
"Not right now, but… if you're suicidal enough to want me after a while, sure," Raven yawned, she was exhausted and wanted the pain meds.
She didn't notice his smile or the way his hand squeezed hers as she was finally given her pain meds. It wasn't much, but apparently it was enough for a start.
Cheesy, cliché, I know, but I've had this for a while, I'm still miffed I even wrote a soul mate piece, but hey, it happens.
That's all for now folks.
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