Disclaimer: If I owned the Teen Titans Robin and Starfire would be making out every show and Beast Boy and Raven would be…uh…pretty much doing the same thing.
A/N: I hope you all like this chapter. It's almost 5000 words long, so it should make up for all the time I've lost. Sorry I've been so tied up lately. I promise to update more often. Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! I love you all with my fifth heart, because my first four are already taken.
TT2
Victor lay in bed that night, thinking. His eyes, glazed over, stared unseeing at the ceiling before him. His hands were laced behind his head, his legs were twisted in the sheets, and he was clothed in only a pair of boxers.
The forlorn man heaved a sigh. He had spent a wonderful night with Jenna, but he was still dating Bea. He and Bea had loved each other for a while and had been dating for a year, but he had loved Jenna for much longer. It was believed it wouldn't work out because she was a great evil sorceress, but now she was a normal civilian, a normal person like you or me.
Was it fair to Bea for Victor to drop everything they had just because an old flame had happened to pop up? Vic decided not, but he wanted to be with Jenna again. She was so…perfect. But Bea would be crushed.
As Victor pondered his options, he found himself less attracted to Bea and ever engrossed in Jenna.
Vic groaned and rolled over, his eyes traveling to meet the large red numbers on his alarm clock. They read '10:56'.
Hesitantly, Victor reached for the small silver cellular phone by his bedside and flipped it open. He went into his contacts list and found Jenna's number, which he had already programmed in.
He let it ring once…twice…three times, before Jenna picked up.
"Hello!" she screamed over pounding music. "Oh, wait, hold on." Victor smiled to himself as he imagined Jenna in a crowded club, wearing some skimpy clubbing outfit, surrounded by a group of her boyfriends. "Q-MAN! TELL MARK TO TURN DOWN THE MUSIC!" There was a slight pause. "I DON'T CARE, I HAVE A PHONE CALL!" Victor heard Jenna groan, and the sound of pounding music got more distant by the second. "Sorry about that," she chuckled.
"Hey Jenna," Vic started softly.
"Hey Vic. What are you up to at this time of night?" she asked.
Ignoring her question, Victor pressed on. "Jenna, I want to see you," the words left his mouth before he even had time to process what they meant.
There was a slight pause. "Ok," Jenna replied softly, and Vic could picture a small smile crossing her face. "I'm at the club down the street from Zack's Barbeque. When the guard named Derrick at the door says you can't get in, tell him Jenny says to go tip a cow. That's the password for close friends of mine. When you get in, you'll know me when you see me."
"I'll be there in ten." Vic shut off his phone and untangled his legs from his sheets, placing his large feet on the ground. He walked over to his dresser, pulled out a pair of jeans and slipped them on with ease. Another drawer was pulled out, and he slipped on a white tee shirt and a black jacket with two white stripes down the sides of the arms.
He pulled out his wallet and stuffed that along with his cell phone into the pocket of his jeans.
Running a hand over his bald (yet little pinpricks of hairs were beginning to stand up) head, he sighed. It wouldn't be easy lying to Jenna like this. He wanted to see her so bad, but he didn't want to be unfaithful to Bea. While he was making up his mind, it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun, would it?
And Victor knew that this would be a bad idea, but for once, he acted like Gar and did not listen to the reasoning side of his brain.
Vic pulled on socks and sneakers, and grabbed his apartment key before slinking out the door and towards the garage.
Within five minutes, he was parking in a parking lot next to a building that was pounding rap music. Vic half-smiled as he locked up his 'baby' (a less noticeable version of the T-Car) and began towards the front door, where there was a line and two bouncers.
Victor walked to the beginning of the line and looked at both bouncers' nametags. When he saw the one that had 'Derrick' clearly printed upon it, he looked him square in the eye. Victor pulled out his wallet and showed the man his ID. "Jenny told me to tell you to go tip a cow," Vic commented casually with a smirk.
"You're in. And tell Jenny she's going to be over her limit soon," the man joked back as he removed the velvet rope and let Victor pass.
He walked down a small, dark, and dank hallway towards the pulsating Ciara song. Within moments he had made his way into a large and open area, a dance floor smack in the middle, a bar to the left side, and a Disk Jockey table dead ahead. He saw a head of pink hair, watching it sway rhythmically with the movement. A piercing laugh broke Victor's reverie, and he saw that Jenna had thrown her head back and let out a bellowing laugh at something one of her comrades had said.
"Hey you," Victor greeted, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And who, may I ask, are you?" One of Jenna's friends, a man not a day older than twenty-eight, asked.
"He's my friend, Gav, you got a problem with that?" Jenna asked, as Victor's hand rested on her stomach and she placed hers over his.
"Not a problem at all," he nearly screamed over the music. "HEY DANNY, Q-MAN, JIMBO, KNUCKLES, HEX!"
All of a sudden, five guys appeared behind the guy before the two. Victor set his head down, next to Jenna's cheek. "Should I be scared?" he asked, swaying back and forth to the music.
"Very," Jenna responded. "C'mon guys, lay off him. I've known him longer than I've known any of you."
"Than where has he been for the past five years?" one of the men, tall, dark-haired, and silver-eyed, asked.
"We haven't been keeping in touch, ok?" Jenna snapped. "Is my love life really any of your business?"
"Love life?" all six of the men asked. Jenna rolled her eyes.
"Moving ON," she sighed exasperatedly. "Vic, this is Gavin." Jenna pointed to the man in front, a blonde with pale blue eyes and a handsome face. "This is Dan 'the man' Johnson." She pointed to a man with blue hair and hazel eyes, and a gaunt sort-of face. "This is Quirk; Matt Quirk." Jenna pointed to a tall brunette with an eyebrow piercing and a rather eased look about him. "This is Jimmy." Jenna pointed to a slightly pudgy man, shorter by about three inches than the rest, with short brown hair and blue eyes. "This is Travis Knuck, known as Knuckles." Jenna pointed to a man with Raven hair and emerald eyes. "And this is Nick." Jenna pointed to the dark-haired and silver-eyed one.
"Hello," they all responded, almost in unison.
"You guys, this is Vic," Jenna told them. "Now, I believe you all have women to get back to." Most of them grumbled in response, and some looked offended. "Or most of you."
Jenna turned around and faced Victor, holding his hands at an arms length away. He observed her fully for the first time in the past three minutes. She was clad in a thick-strapped tank top, the straps made of purple lace, and the bodice made of a black material, with a tie down the front. On her bottom half was a pair of form-fitting dark purple almost black jeans, with a pair of boots. Around her waist was a studded belt and on her arms was a pair of purple fishnet gloves.
"You look---awesome," Victor told her, leaning in close and wrapping his strong arms around her small waist.
Jenna blushed. "Thanks. You don't look half bad yourself."
"Why thank you, little lady," Vic responded, letting her wrap her arms around his neck and pull him close.
"So what made you want to see me again?" Jenna asked, the ghost of a smirk on her face. "Was it my irresistible girlish charm?"
"Maybe," Vic told her, smiling softly and moving his face closer to hers. "You know, I really did have a thing for you when we were classmates at the HIVE. That's why I asked you to the Fall Formal. I thought you were so…interesting. Such a strong leader, yet such a sweet innocent sorceress, you amazed me at times. And I have to say, you are also a rather good-looking woman."
Jenna smiled up at him as a slow song came over the speakers. "Would you like to dance?" she asked.
"I'd love to," Vic responded, pulling her closer. She rested her head just above his left pectoral muscle, and realized she had to be at least three inches south of him.
They softly swayed, as a few of Jenna's friends danced around them with various women, smirking at the woman in his arms.
"So much for I swear off men forever," one whispered to her. Jenna rolled her eyes once more and playfully swatted at him.
"Sorry," Jenna told Victor. "My friends have never seen me this happy around a guy before. I can control bad luck, yet I seem to have the worst of it with men."
"That's all changed, now," Vic told her, leaning down and kissing her softly.
Many hours later, well into two or three in the morning, Vic and Jenna retired from the club and bid her friends farewell. He offered to drive her, as she had walked to the club, and she graciously accepted.
"I had fun tonight…" Jenna chuckled as they stood on the stoop of her apartment. "Twice. Thanks a lot."
"No prob," Vic responded with a half-smile. "It was my pleasure. Hey…what do you think about going to Antonio's tomorrow night? Just you and me…say seven?"
"I'd love to," Jenna replied. She reached up and kissed him again, but this kiss wasn't as chaste as their first one on the stoop had been. Her lips were pressed firmly against his, her hands winding around his neck. Jenna, more forward than she had acted in eight years, jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him harder.
"Victor…she breathed as she pulled away, her arms still tight around his neck and his hands under her thighs to keep her up. "I don't know what came over me, I-" but he cut her off, kissing her back. Jenna eagerly obliged.
"Jenna," he whispered between kisses. "I want-"
"I know, Vic," she replied breathlessly. "I want you too."
Jenna jumped down with their lips still locked and stumbled backwards through the door and towards her apartment, the first one on the first floor. She easily reached behind her back and turned the unlocked knob, as they both stumbled into the darkness.
TT2 The next day"I'm home," a voice rang through the halls of Richard Grayson's new home, different from Kori's old one. It was much larger, with four bedrooms (five if you turned the computer room into a guest room) three and a half baths, a library, a workout room, and a few other added delights (such as a pool and a basketball/tennis court). Hey, it was all a perk when you were the surrogate son of Gotham's richest.
"And who may 'I' be?" an angelic voice rang back, cantering into the entryway clad in a pair of pink lounge pants and a black and pink tee shirt.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe your husband," he said, feigning idiocy.
"Oh, silly me," Kori responded, giggling, watching as he dropped his briefcase and opened his arms wide. "But last time I checked, you were still my fiancée."
"Close enough," Richard told her with a goofy grin, pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly.
"Mm…" Kori groaned, her eyes fluttering open as she pulled away. "Please, for my sake," she told him, reaching around his head and unconsciously pushing her chest up against his. Her hands deftly traveled over his head and pulled out the ponytail at his nape, letting it flow freely to his shoulders. "Cut your hair."
"Why must everyone bother me about my hair?" Richard asked, a small pout working its way across his face. "Bruce took me aside and reminded me that he taught me never to have long unruly hair."
"Well, I think it's sexy," she told him, with a small smile. "But I can't imagine you in a tuxedo with hair that long."
"Maybe I can do something with it. French braid it or something," he joked.
"Ooh, allow me to do it!" Kori squealed happily. "You'd look so adorable!"
Richard smirked as his fiancée ran the tips of her fingers through his hair to tease it out slightly. "Only you would think I would look cute with French braids."
Kori leaned in to kiss her husband again. "Yes, only me. That's why you love me." Suddenly, a ringing came from the kitchen. "That is most likely Kimiand'r. Let me go talk to her.
Kori kissed her fiancée once more, before trotting into the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, Kori sauntered into the living room to see Richard watching TV. He was lying with his head on the armrest, an arm across his forehead as he watched the screen disinterestedly.
"Hey…" Kori started seductively, licking her lips perceptibly to make sure he noticed.
"Hey…" he replied in a deep and gravelly voice. "What did Kimi say?"
"She just called to say hi. Apparently my little girl beat Danny's butt in a sparring contest and he has to be her slave for a week," Kori told him with a smile, walking over and straddling his lap.
"That's my girl," he whooped with a smirk. "Is she having fun being a Titan so far?"
"Yea. Our little girl is following in our footsteps," Kori whispered, leaning down and kissing him tenderly. "Of course. I have always wanted a big family, and now we may have one. Kimi is only the start of a beautiful thing"
"Of course. Our family will all be beautiful little girls with black hair and handsome young men with red hair," Richard responded with a goofy grin.
"And, for the love of X'hal, we are not naming our son Richard 'Dick' Junior. I may still be a slightly naïve alien, but I do not want my son teased of his name," Kori told him. "He would never forgive us."
"I can deal with that. No Richard Juniors. As long as we have a Spencer. I like the name Spencer," Richard told her.
"That is a handsome name, but of course we have millions of names we can contemplate. I myself am fond of Lily, or Isabelle," Kori told him.
"Well, we still have a while to think about it. I mean, our wedding isn't for another twenty-eight days," Richard told her. "Plenty of time."
"Speaking of weddings," Kori started, readjusting herself on his lap. "I have found the perfect dress for me. It is…well I should not tell you. But I am sure you will like it."
"Like it as in I will tell you that you look beautiful or love it as in you won't get three steps down the aisle before I jump you?" Richard asked with a cocked eyebrow, letting her interlace her fingers with his and hold them above his head.
"Oh, the second one, of course," she affirmed with a tiny smile.
"Damn," Richard breathed. "I thought you would've had enough sense to cover yourself properly, or we'll never get through the ceremony."
"Oh yes," Kori laughed. "I can see you now, drooling a river as you watch me instead of the minister."
"Am I that predictable?"
Kori nodded with another endearing smile. "But I love you anyways."
"And I love you," Richard responded. Kori leaned down and pressed her lips to his, his hands still pinned just above his head. "And I always will."
TT2"Ravie!" Garfield shouted as he tossed his jacket over the couch and walked into their shared apartment that day.
"Garry!" she retorted sarcastically. "I'm in the bedroom!"
Garfield strode towards the bedroom, popping the collar on his crisp white shirt. "Where else would you be?" he asked, making his way towards the bedroom.
"Is that an insinuation about me?" she replied, pulling her hair out of its towel turban and beginning to brush it carefully. Garfield entered the bedroom and watched her brush her damp violet locks.
"Maybe," he replied, walking forward and coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Well, then you might be completely correct," Raven purred, reaching up and lacing her fingers behind his head. "I heard your song on the radio today. It was great."
"Thanks Rae," Garfield breathed, kissing the spot just below her ear and staring at her reflection in the mirror. "You almost ready?"
"Why are you taking me out to dinner anyways?" Raven asked, pulling her arms back and fingering her hair back.
"I wanted to do something special for you," Gar told her. "Is that a crime?"
In all truth, Garfield had been playing the guitar for a few years now, a hobby that had sprung up after he started dating Raven. He had written and recorded a few songs burned to a CD, almost all of them of Raven. He played two on the radio station today, and a producer of a major record company just happened to hear. The man, named Jordan Mayer, had taken Gar's name and number and had promised big things for him if they talked about his future music career.
"No…" Raven started, putting a pair of dangling amethyst earrings in her ears. "Can you fasten this?" Raven handed him the ends of a silver necklace with an amethyst gem on it. Garfield happily fastened it, brushing her wet hair back. "Can you pull my hair back?" she asked of him. She handed him a hair tie.
"Sure." Garfield pulled her hair back and put it in a loose ponytail. Her hair was much longer and very beautiful, naturally straight and violet, hanging about down to her ribs.
"Thanks," Raven told him. He stepped back as she untied the tie on her black bathrobe and let it slip off her shoulders. It revealed a rather slinky black dress that dipped low and tied at the nape of her neck, and came down just a little past her fingertips if she held them at her sides.
"You are looking…I would say sexy but I'm afraid that would diminish the meaningfulness of that statement."
"I'll take it as a compliment," Raven told him innocently, turning around to bat her eyelashes at him.
"Ok, then you look extremely sexy," he told her with a small smile.
"And you're not looking half bad yourself," Raven replied.
"Well, I'm changing. I need a new shirt," he told her, pulling off his white button up and throwing it into the hamper, turning his back to her to show off defined bones and muscles in his back. He reached into the closet and pulled out a dark green button-up and pulled it over his head.
"It matches your eyes," Raven purred with a smile. "Hold on."
She encased her head in a black bubble, and her hair began swirling around in it. A few moments later, it diminished and her hair was straight and dry. "You ready?" Garfield asked, an eyebrow cocked. Raven slipped on a pair of small-heel shoes with silk ties that went all the way up her calves, before throwing on a deep violet collared jacket. It was cold out.
"As I ever will be," she responded, having already done her make-up. She snatched a black clutch off of her bed and they both started out the doorway into the hallway and towards the front door. "So, where are we going tonight?"
"Antonio's. I made reservations at seven," Gar told her with a smirk.
"But that's the most exclusive place in town! No one can get in!"
"One of Jump City's finest certainly can, especially if he's coming with his girlfriend who also happens to be one of Jump City's finest," Gar told her as he grabbed his coat then held open the door for her. The chilly September air hit her full blast as she crossed her arms and started down the stoop.
"We'll be walking?" Raven asked.
"It's only a block away. Can your feet handle that?" he joked.
"Yes," Raven responded, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her coat. "If I get to eat with my love, then my feet can take anything." Raven pulled her hand from her pocket and intertwined it with his.
"Rae…" he breathed, as they strode down the walkway. She rested her head against his shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too," Raven told him softly. "So much it scares me."
Garfield smiled and kissed the crown of her head.
The pair soon arrived at the restaurant, Raven's feet screaming as they were seated and given menus. "I don't think my feet could've taken any more walking," Raven groaned as she inconspicuously rubbed them and looked at her menu at the same time.
"I'm thinking Pasta a la Antonio," Garfield said, smiling at her as she sighed in relief.
"Me too," she replied. "Sounds delicious. Like Cyborg's Spaghetti with triple meat sauce." Garfield made a disgusted noise, and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Oh, whoops, sorry about that. Forgot you were still a vegan."
"Vegan from birth, baby," Garfield responded with a smirk. Raven chuckled, neither her nor her beau noticing the fancily clad couple entering the restaurant.
"Yes. I must admit tofu isn't all that bad, but soy milk is where I draw the line. That stuff is nasty." Garfield stuck out his bottom lip and let it tremble softly. "No," Raven deadpanned. "Not the face. Dear Azar not the face."
Gar's trembling face turned into a smirk. "No one can resist. Not even the Great Raven Roth."
Raven let a small smile out, before he reached over the table and clasped her hands in his.
"Raven…look, the reason I asked you out to dinner was because I need to tell you something." Raven's eyes filled with questioning. "You know how I played my songs today on the radio?" Raven nodded avidly. "Well, a producer from a major recording company was listening, and he sees big things for me. He thinks I have big talent as a singer and songwriter. And well, I think-"
"Oh. My. God!" Raven exclaimed. "Garfield Patrick Logan!" Raven stood up and practically lunged around the table to hug him and kiss him repeatedly. "Do you realize what this means?"
"We'll be set for life. I could pay for everything, a house, a wedding, a family, cars, we can have it all!" he hissed into her ear, hugging her tight.
Raven smiled and laughed lightly, but it stopped abruptly and she tensed up.
"Holy Azar," Raven hissed, pulling away but still staring just beyond his shoulder blade. "Gar! Look behind you!"
Gar's smile faded and his brow furrowed in confusion, before his head whipped around. He caught sight of his best friend, Victor, eating dinner with someone who was clearly NOT Beatrice Wasp. He looked harder, his heightened eyes watching the woman laugh at something he said and flip back her long, curly, pink hair.
"Rae!" Gar hissed back. "That's-that's Jinx! That's Jinx-evil-sorceress-from-HIVE-I-am-going-to-hurt-you JINX!"
"Oh my-" Raven breathed. "Vic is cheating on Bea with Jinx!"
TT2