This chapter may be short, but the rest of the conversation is rather long, so I wanted to end it at a natural point so this update wouldn't be too terribly long. The rest will be up within the week ( not that many care...this doesn't seem to get many takers, I think I am writing this for myself and the couple of people that actually read it, all my love to them too lol)
Disclaimer: Not mine at all...though I am working on my begging, so maybe one day.
"Since when does a simple courier mission take two Titans?" He asked leaning back lazily against a column in the museum while they waited for the curator to get the package for them.
"Robin makes the assignments." She replied shortly, her hood up and over her face she stood a few feet away from him, keeping a sharp eye out for any complications.
"Don't bullshit me Raven; you are as much a leader of this group as he is now." His eyes narrowed as he glared at her.
She sighed and turned to look at him, her hood down for once and her eyes pierced him to the core. "Stop looking for arguments in every conversation. Stop hunting down perceived insults from every action. We are not your enemies, we are you friends; you may have forgotten that for a time, but we never did. Some of us cried for you, some of us got angry for you; others got lost in themselves because facing that kind of tragedy is too hard for some to understand."
A slightly balding man in a wrinkled paisley suit scurried down the corridor a small plain wrapped box in his hands. He kept looking from side to side, which gave him the appearance of a rat trying to steal cheese while the cat was on the prowl.
"Here you go," His voice was lowered to a conspiratorial whisper that made Speedy roll his eyes and caused Raven to sigh once again to. "Be very careful with this, it can be very dangerous if used by the wrong people. I can't thank you enough for getting it out of here; I haven't had a good night's rest since we discovered what it was."
"We are always careful," Raven replied taking the package into her hands, she turned from the curator and started out of the museum without another word.
"Thank you again," The nameless curator called as Speedy raised himself from the column to follow her out, questions spinning through his mind at Raven's last comment to him.
"So which were you?" Speedy asked as soon as they were in the car, Raven had conceded the driving to him mainly to avoid another argument with an injured male ego.
"Which what am I?" She turned to look at him, a brow arched.
"Were you a crier, hider or one of the angry ones?" Speedy kept his gaze on the road, but watched her slightly from the corner of his eyes.
"Why does it matter now?" She asked with some curiosity.
"I guess I just didn't think what I did affected everyone so much," He shook his head when she opened her mouth for a rebuttal. "I mean I know it affected the team and the city. I just didn't think that anyone would take it so personal, I wasn't exactly close to anyone before it all happened."
"I'm an empath," She finally answered after a brief moment of silence. "I suppose I did a little of all three and a lot of the second."
"You cried?" He responded with disbelief, he hadn't known she was capable of crying really.
"I do cry at times when the occasion calls for it. Losing a teammate to the downward spiral of drug addiction seemed like a good enough reason." Her voice held its usual apathetic tone and she kept her gaze on the world outside the car to make sure no one was following and so she wouldn't have to meet the glance he shot her way.
"Is it so hard to admit to being human?" He asked believing the strain in her voice was from her admission.
She turned fully to him this time, a smirk tilting her lips for a brief second and he once again felt the memory of heat that had hit him at the range a few days before. "I am not human."
"Oh bullshit Raven, your mother was human," He took one hand off the wheel to enunciate his disbelief in her statement. "Therefore you are human, no matter who your father may have been."
"Fine, I am half human." She conceded the point and tried to ignore the way his quick grin sent a shiver down her spine, she was supposed to control this situation, not succumb to desire. She would never get what she truly wanted if she didn't keep her eye on the goal.
"You have more humanity than many of us humans." He quipped, his mind straying back to shadowed alleys full of stink and needles.
"Humanity brings about the fall," She said quietly reading his mind through the expression on his face and the sudden tightening of his hands on the steering wheel. "I don't know that I would want to be human; although being a demon doesn't seem much better."
"What would you want to be, if you had a choice?" He asked suddenly, anything to turn the subject from their own individual view of Hell.