Found this on my email - wrote it at midnight about six months ago. This seems to be a repeat event.
Rae/Red X, with Robin trying to intervene. Enjoy, loves!
Chapter 25: Wicked
The vicious corners of her heart loved the murder in him: the way his hands desecrated her skin and his wild gunpowder smell, the scuffs of his favorite leather jacket and the clean sweat that plastered dark bangs to golden skin.
"Trigon's the cause of this. You do know that, don't you? He's the only reason you're engaging in this - this - this rebellion. This farce."
"Yes."
It was true that Trigon approved of her hellion: her vagabond who had a dark past and a heart like stone. Her father knew the rage inside her - knew its shape and sharp corners, knew it was fierce and seething, always on the verge of explosion. Her father knew that the rogue with the wicked mouth had a way of staking out street corners and flirting with shadows; that there was smoke on his breath and a revolver in his back pocket; that he liked to wear vintage silk vests in the evening and sip Cognac as he lounged in an easy chair - perhaps before a roaring fire with a Bolivar cigar lolling at the corner of his mouth - because it made him feel like the master of the house on an old black and white soap. And, most importantly, her father knew that the rage inside their hearts could have been twins, and that they were but catalysts to a vengeful explosion.
Yes, she knew all of this - and no, she did not care.