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Dark

Raven wasn't entirely sure what prompted the question, and had it not been for the uncommon seriousness written in the turn of his mouth and the dire need she felt from him in the pull of her chest, she'd not have answered.

"…Lonely," she breathed, surprising herself with the truth of it. "Dark. Like absolute night."

His touch came in feather soft whispers along the silvery tracks of her skin, and she shuddered with the promise behind it. "Never again."

"You can't stop what death brings," she murmured.

"No," he agreed. "But I can follow you there, into the dark."

Luck (1 of 3)

Speedy supposed it was a very good thing he didn't believe in luck, otherwise he'd have been cursing his from the moment he'd drawn her name from that hat.

He could've taken the easy way out and gotten her what anyone else would have, and he nearly did. But just as his fingers grazed the spine of a particularly thick tome he realized…

He didn't want to be like everyone else. At least not to Raven.

So, maybe he was a fool. Maybe she wouldn't like what he'd chosen.

Or maybe, there was something to this luck thing, after all.

Book (2 of 3)

Raven's hand stilled over ribbons and sparkling paper strewn carelessly and blinked in confusion.

It wasn't a book.

It was always a book. Every year, every secret Santa drawing—it was as much a tradition as the Titan Christmas gathering itself.

And Raven didn't mind. That they noticed her enjoyment of literature was enough. But this…

Carefully, she opened the envelope and removed the tickets as though they were fragile, glass figurines. "Les Miserables," she breathed, oblivious to the fact they were all, but one, staring at her in stupefied curiosity.

"Rae?" Cyborg ventured. "You're smiling."

And, indeed, she was.

Clouds (3 of 3)

"I wanted to thank you."

He let the arrow fly, striking the target dead center though he hadn't taken his eyes from her since she stepped foot onto the training grounds.

"You knew it was me," he stated, not surprised she'd figured it out.

She nodded, and though her hood was up, he could see the gentle flush of her cheeks like ruddy embers of dying afternoon light upon the dark of evening clouds.

"…Would…you like to go with me?"

He paused, facing her directly. "Do you want me to?"

"…I think I'd like that."

Speedy grinned. "So would I."

Cold

It was easy to forget the world ever happened to people like Speedy. A hopeless flirt and something of an egomaniac, he was quick to smile and often the source of amusement for those around him.

Until those moments when he thought no one was around, where there was no laughter, and his smile was lost somewhere in the rubble of the day, buried in the firestorm of dusk.

Fire always brought the quiet.

And it was then she remembered, as he was silent and small and so very cold, that the world was merciless, and he knew it well.