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A/N: It's been awhile!

Prompt: #53 – Future

"What?"

He stood across from her, the kitchen table between them, arms folded sternly. The shape shifter stood silently waiting for her to speak.

"What is it?" She asked again, flipping through the stack of papers in front of her. The empath pulled a pen from her bun and scribbled something on her notepad. She looked up at him. "Well?" Raven asked, before returning her attention to the forms in front of her.

Shifting his weight, he unfolded his arms and placed his palms flat on the table. Changeling leaned over, hunching closer to her.

She sighed, meeting green eyes. Frustrated hands dragged down her face. "As amusing as this little game is," She paused. "I am tired, hungry, and I still have a metric ton of paperwork to go through. Not to mention, I need to shower, so what," Raven sneered. "Do you want?"

"You don't get to make decisions without me."

Crap. She'd completely forgotten.

"Garfield…" She sighed, hands covering her face tiredly. "I was going to talk to you."

"When?" He yelped outrage. "After you discussed it with Nightwing?"

"Please…"

"No, because then you talked to Cyborg about school districts, so I guess I was going to find out after him."

"Will you please just cut me some slack? I was going to talk to you."

"No," He shrugged, irritated. "Because Starfire had to tell me that my wife was becoming a mother of three."

"I know you're mad," She spoke, hands out in front of her in surrender.

"Tip of the iceberg, Raven." Changeling hissed, shaking his head. "The word mad doesn't come close to what I am feeling right now, but you're the expert on emotions. Maybe I should just take your word for it."

Her temper boiled as she felt a wave of a headache hit her. "I was just trying to do the right thing."

"Really?" He snapped.

"I understand you're upset with me," She breathed, fingers tightening around the pen. "But can we please talk about this later. I have a mountain of paperwork I need to get done before five o'clock, and this isn't helping with that."

"Of course," He chuckled bitterly. "My feelings don't matter as long as you were trying to do the right thing. I should've known that." Changeling turned around, heading toward the kitchen.

"What was I supposed to do?" She snapped, throwing her pen across the table. "Let them go to foster care? And not temporarily because you know as well as I do that metahumans aren't desirable to prospective parents, so Melvin, Timmy, and Teether would be wards of the state. Unless," Raven chuckled. "Bruce takes them, and we all know the ending to that story." She leaned back, shrugging carelessly. "I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings. This has nothing to do with your feelings."

"Exactly!" Changeling yelled. "You didn't think about me when you decided to adopt three children."

"Not any children." She stressed. "Melvin, Timmy, and Teether."

"It doesn't matter." He growled, plopping down in the chair across from her.

"So you don't want them?"

"I didn't say that." He told her. This wasn't an easy conversation. "You haven't given me the chance to want them." He insisted.

"What am I supposed to think? You're barely twenty, and you spend the majority of your time playing video games. I figured you weren't ready for kids."

"You assumed." Changeling corrected.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I looked at the facts and made an educated guess."

"You assumed."

"What was I supposed to think?" Raven challenged. "You have a lot of critique for my actions, but you haven't offered me a piece of actionable advice."

"You were supposed to talk to me." He theorized. "You were supposed to have enough respect for me to believe I could handle a conversation about children."

"You're right." Raven apologized. "I shouldn't have assumed."

"Can I get that in writing?" A faint grin flashed on his lips.

She reached across the table, gently squeezing his fingers. "I should have talked to you, but I honestly just reacted. When Nightwing said the monks couldn't care for them anymore," She sighed. "I couldn't say no."

Changeling picked up one of the adoption forms. "Are you ready for this?"

"I don't know the first thing about being a parent." Raven admitted humorlessly. "But they're worth me learning."

He stood, reaching for the pen she'd thrown earlier. "Then let's learn together."