Hi everyone! So these are all the drabbles I wrote for RobRae Week 2015 on Tumblr. (I only wrote for them for 4/7 days). Also, these were written a couple months ago so my writing may be a bit different from how it is now..
Also, since this little story collection is quite empty (as compared to others), I would love to hear any RobRae prompts you may have! They're one of my favorite ships to write for.
That's all for now, friends. Please read & review! (Although no flames, please.)
Thank you! (:
Day 1: Date Night.
"Finish your wine."
Raven scrunched her nose at the stale, liquefied grapes that resided at the bottom of her glass.
"Don't-" An immediate protest started to escaped her lips, but Robin simply raised his brows and the violet haired enchantress shut up. Cool glass pressed against her temporarily nude matte lips and bitter liquid trickled down her throat. She didn't know how such a small gesture had such power over her, but she didn't like it a bit.
She didn't know what had possessed her to say yes when the masked teen had first asked her on a date, and she didn't know what she had expected either. Robin and Raven had gone on two dates prior, both of which were typically laid back, more like two chums hanging about.
But tonight, Robin had gone all out. A black tux replaced his usual superhero-y attire, and Raven had a tiny black dress she'd been secretly dying to wear. He'd taken them to the river, where he'd set up a small circular table adorned with a single gold menorah. Small portions of Italian food were placed on dainty white and gold china, and two champagne glasses were filled halfway.
Usually, Raven would've scoffed at this lovey-dovey setting, then flipped the table with some black magic. But, oddly enough, she was touched. The sickly romantic setting, how much effort he'd put into a perfect night, and his commanding, confident aura, had really charmed the charmer herself.
And opposite of the sultry, violet haired, bare shouldered beauty, sat Robin. Legs crosses tightly, and a smooth white gloved hand circling the rim of his wine glass. Really, Robin did have a special taking to Raven. He'd admired her self control and beauty for years. He could tell through Raven's simple remarks and large amethyst eyes, that she was truly moved by his efforts. The Boy Wonder had clearly succeeded when it came to swooning the little bird.
He lips curled smugly. If Raven was this touched by their date tonight, then perhaps she would be the one touch him later….
Day 2: High School AU.
Raven Roth adjusted her tassel and ruffled her violet ombréd hair. Breathing slowly, she folded her graduation speech and stuffed it in the pocket of her silky white gown.
A rough brushing past the valedictorian's elbow caused her to turn her head. She was about to mumble an apology, until she saw who it was.
"Watch yourself, Grayson."
The boy turned slowly, keeping his dark eyes down, and muttered something unintelligent.
Raven narrowed her eyes. "Kept your end of the bet, Richard?"
Dick Grayson narrowed his eyes as he flashed back to freshman year. He had bet against Raven, that one of them would be valedictorian, and whoever wasn't, would go commando at graduation. Unfortunately for him, he'd underestimated the odd girl, and she'd stolen the honors medal straight from under his nose.
"Yeah," he snapped, crossing his arms. Thank goodness the boys wore black gowns, and girls wore white. "And don't call me Richard, it's Dick."
"Well, you've certainly earned the name." Raven retorted. "Seriously, Richard. If you would stop being bitter towards me and just accept the fact that you lost-"
Losing. That's what Dick Grayson hated more than anything. And now they were graduating, and he wasn't number one. Raven Roth was headed to Stanford and the best he could achieve was a full ride to his state college. Which of course, was not good enough for him.
Having tuned her out for the past thirty seconds, Dick recaught her simple gaze. Looking around sharply, the competitive almost-graduate pulled the gorgeously intelligent girl to him, with a swift hand to her lower back. He then pressed his lips to hers, gently sucking her supple lips and pressing his free hand to her perfectly carved cheekbones. He could feel her face getting warm, and his own self getting slightly aroused. Then he remembered, he wasn't wearing anything.
Eight seconds later, Dick pulled his lips away. Raven's unique purple tinted eyes scanned his face rapidly, for signs of weakness. But instead, the salutatorian turned his head and began walking away.
Biting his lip, he called back. "Rave," She was still too shocked to respond. "Don't ever say I lost again."
Because, in his mind, he'd won the real honor he'd always wanted. A place in Raven Roth's memory. And he knew it was one she'd never forget.
Day 3: Birthdays.
Robin stood on the roof, watching the gorgeous yellow lightfill the clouds with a beautiful hazy glow. Sunrise was always his favorite, he loved the start of a new day. And today was no different, it was bound to be beautiful. And in about twelve seconds, he would be graced with another one of the universe's great beauties: none other than his alluringly dark teammate, Raven.
A light kiss brushed his cheek and dainty fingers peeled off the Boy Wonder's mask. He let it go without a fight.
"Morning," Robin's bare hand slipped around the enchantress's lower back and pulled her to him. He was quiet, gazing at the sun and enjoying the faint lavender scent that was nuzzled against his broad chest. He breathed their combined scent like oxygen, it never failed to make him feel alive. He didn't even mind being dubbed "the lovebirds," by fellow Titans.
Now, it wasn't strange for the former Boy Wonder to be untalkative, almost unfriendly even, at this time. Everyone knew he valued soaking in the morning breeze, cape billowing in the wind, and peaceful silence as the sun rose. But today, Raven sensed something else. Ear pressed against his chest, Raven listened to his heartbeat, trying to find a glitch in the soothing rhythmic pattern. But alas, none. Robin was kind of an expert at keeping calm in any situation, but the sorceress just knew there was something off.
Closing her eyes, Raven ran her fingertips over Robin's strong abdomen and replayed her memories of her boyfriend in her mind. Suddenly, it clicked.
Drawing back, Raven tilted her head up and waited for Robin's deep blue eyes to meet her plum ones. "It's your birthday. You're nineteen." She stated, holding her monotone. Robin blinked in confirmation. Raven laced their fingers together and gave the top of his right hand a kiss. "I know why you don't want to celebrate, I, I get it." Every Titan's past seemed more complicated than the next, the five typically didn't celebrate birthdays elaborately unless it was Beast Boy or Starfire. "But," Raven continued, looking outward over the lake that surrounded the T Tower. "Even though you don't want to celebrate, I can certainly still give you my present." She released his hands and smirked at his, he could've sworn he saw her wink. "You wouldn't mind, right?"
Robin fought a giddy smile as she handed back his mask. Raven's gravely voice, combined with her suggestive words made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Instead of expressing his absolute excitement for his night with Raven, his gave a curt nod and turned back to face the almost risen sun.
"Okay, Dick." Raven sauntered to the stairwell, swinging her hips seductively. "Your room at eight," she practically whispered, running her pale fingers through messy violet hair. "And you better be wearing your birthday suit, Birthday Boy." She blew him an air kiss and disappeared through the floor, not even glancing at the stairwell door.
Robin's eyes glided over the water as he placed his mask back on. He bit his lip, she had to know how sexy she was. He shook his head; he should've told her it was his birthday two years ago when they first got together.
Robin set the alarm on his T-Communicator. Only 14 hours until he could be with his little bird.
Day 4: Evil AU.
A dark shadowy presence encompassed Nightwing, he could feel her there. The most wanted villainess in his range of supervision, and he couldn't figure out ho to catch her. I mean, how do you catch a shadow?
The black embodiment swept over his chest, and a series of trembles followed, along with a oddly strong hint of desire emulating from the previous Titans leader. The group had disbanded a few years back, and now, here he was.
"What are you, a succubus?" Nightwing hissed, crossing his arms.
"You wish," an alluring, low voice with a hint of a giggle responded. "I'm only half demon." The shadow passed through him and he shivered with distaste. "I'm half a human woman."
Nightwing smirked. "I thought you said you were only half demon."
The blackness formed in front of him, an untangible silhouette of a petite woman. Four red eyes glared into the solo hero's, and he did his best not to tremble from discomfort and the familiarity. The glowing red eyes shut for a second, and when they reopened, only two, beautiful amethystine eyes appeared.
"R-Raven?" Nightwing scolded himself for almost reaching out to touch his old teammate, who was slowly replacing the blackness.
"In the flesh," Raven's voice returned to her normal monotone, the demonic venom removed.
"You, you're okay!" Nightwing exclaimed, stepping towards her. "It's okay, Rave. You're not, I know you aren't evil. It's just, Trigon controls you sometimes and–"
"Nightwing," Raven halted his inevitable rambling. "This isn't Trigon's doing." She still bore that navy cloak, hood covering her face and body hidden from the world. The enchantress pushed the hood off her head to reveal long violet locks, her garnet chakra, and beautiful pale face. "I am who I am, I was born for evil and I've found my niche."
"You're one of the most highly sought after villains!" Nightwing exclaimed. "And, you aren't an assassin. But you do hold powerful spells at your fingertips. Torturous and downright…. evil." Nightwing ran a black gloved hand through his long black hair. "You don't steal money. You don't kill. You do nothing of a typical villain, but yet, you're everywhere. People want you gone. And for what? What makes you so wanted?"
"Secrets." Raven almost grinned. "Robin, you know I've always been a lover of knowledge. And I've made it my personal mission to know every single person's dirty little secrets. Hardly a crime, I know." She smirked. "But it comes in handy. See, I'm not the torturous one. Knowledge is the only torture here." She explained. "And you know I believe in people getting what they deserve…"
Raven half smiled and Nightwing caught a sparkle in her mouth. A full set of dagger like fangs had replaced her ordinary human teeth. The former Titan leader mentally punched himself for thinking that even evil Raven was sexy as ever.
Nightwing flashed back to the past. When the Titans were stronger than ever, and his relationship with Raven was burning with passion. It sounded ridiculous, but Robin and Raven, the lovebirds, were mad for each other. Well, so Raven had thought. Nightwing remembered how he had discovered the empath's romantic distaste for him, which only made him want her more. And once he had hooked her, every night he would do her dirty. Until one day, he was bored. He had conquered his challenge, Robin loved to win. After he had quenched his thirst, he'd dropped Raven like the dangerously broken girl she was. But, thinking back, Raven was the dang best piece he'd ever had.
He snapped out of it. "You're a sadist."
Raven allowed inky black to consume her figure, as she transformed into a thick dark fog. "Like I said, people should get what they deserve."
"Two wrongs don't make a right."
"Well we'll just have to see about that, won't we Little Bird?" The temptress-like voice filled the air, as every wrong doing that Dick Grayson had ever committed played back in his head. After the short mental horror film, and a overview of the soon-to-be consequences, Raven's thick fog began to poison his lungs. Oh yes, he would suffocate dearly. Death would not be his friend, even today.
Remember that lust is a sin.