AN: HEEEYYY GUYS! Hope you guys aren't ready to kill me yet! Once again, I don't exactly have an updating schedule. Well on to the story: This is a sneak preview, because it isn't finished yet. This is my gift to all of you, who have stuck with me. Please enjoy, because I am not sure when the finished product will be ready.
There he was, Richard Grayson. I really did not want to talk to him, but did I have a choice? No, I know that even if I tried to ignore he would never go away unless I said something. It wouldn't matter what I said exactly, as long as it was civil and nice. Nothing that sent up red flags that I was mad at him, or completely and utterly jealous that he is with Starfire.
"You weren't downstairs." He stated.
"Should I have been? I was reading and catching up on meditation." I shrugged it off, trying to play nice, and hoping he would get the hint and go away. If only I were that lucky, sadly he rose in eyebrow and walked straight into my room and sat down on my bed, crossed his arms and looked at me with those blue stubborn eyes and a message came through the bond. I'm not leaving until you tell me what I did, or what's wrong. I feel your frustration, you can't lie to me. Dang, I must have a crack in my mental wall barrier.
"Why can't go just go and mind your own business?" I questioned.
"Because I can consistently feel how upset you are, and it's bringing us both down." He got up off the bed and walked right up towards me, he put his hand on my cheek to direct my face towards him. While doing this, he leaned slightly closer towards me almost as if to kiss me. My hormones went crazy; I couldn't help but feel the slight blush as I felt his hot breath wave across my face.
"Please Rae, I can't stand not knowing if your okay or not. You have no idea on the effect you have on me." He stared straight at me as if reading every thought I ever had running through my head. When suddenly something strange happened, he tried to enter my mental barrier, but left himself open to me. I wasn't trying to go digging into his mind, honestly, it just happened. I saw what I saw the day I saved him from Slade, but only this time the vision started to change, I saw me. Me, dead, a note next to the body floating limply as most azarathians do once they die. How he knew of this I have no clue. I saw him, crying, begging, I heard him call my name. My teammates running towards him, holding him down. I heard the one thing I wish he would say to my face.
"Raven! Raven you can't leave me. I love you!" That one statement could have so many different meanings. Love me like a sister, just like Cyborg, love me like a friend like Beastboy, or love me like a best friend like Star. But I could not help myself but wonder if it could mean he loves me like a soul mate, my bond mate.
The vision ended, I pulled away eyes wide, Richard looked at me curiously, and then I allowed my mind to open to show what he showed me. The look of pure horror crossed his face and that was enough for me, I ran out my door. Childishly, running for my life to get away instead of facing the problem like I learned when my father tried to take over. This time when running away from him, I did not hear my name calling me back. Bruce was wrong, what I thought was some sort of love was an illusion. My vision could have been the remaining pieces of my father playing a trick on me. I felt Bruce's presence, downstairs, in the Batcave. That's where I decided would be best. I feel that I should talk to Bruce anyway, because I still felt obligated to help Richard out with the crazy nightmares he has been having, or any dreams that haunted him.