'I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was... Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it's you. It's going to be you' - Mhairi McFarlane

"You know, you're kind of funny."

Garfield Logan didn't know a lot of things. He didn't know how long tofu that was left outside was safe to eat, or why Robin voluntarily dressed like a traffic light, or whether his parents would be proud of him. He figured it came with the territory – no fourteen-year-old knew everything, otherwise what was the point of living to be like, a hundred? No, fourteen-year-olds were clearly meant to be a little stupid, and he was probably kind of stupid even for the average fourteen-year-old, but he knew a ton of cool animal facts, so it probably all balanced out somehow.

So yeah, Garfield Logan didn't know a lot of things.

But he did know that the beautiful, soft-spoken, purple-haired girl with the gravelly voice that he never knew he needed in his life but definitely could never live without again had just said he was funny. He did know that her laugh sounded like how flying felt, and that he'd do anything to hear it again. And he might be a little stupid, but he wasn't so stupid as to believe that beautiful girls who laughed at his jokes and not, y'know, the fact that he was bright green, were a dime a dozen – he knew, in that moment, how unlikely that was.

There were a lot of things Garfield Logan didn't know at fourteen.

But he knew exactly who his soulmate was.

Now he just had to make her believe it.

"You think I'm funny?" And yeah, there was no way to say that without the reverence it deserved. "Sweet! I know some jokes!"

Not even her groan of regret was enough to bring down his spirits. He found his soulmate, why would he care about anything else?

Six years into being a Titan, and fighting Overload was still annoying every single time.

It didn't help that they'd pretty much written the book on how to keep him contained and out of trouble. Cy had personally designed the security system at Jump City Penitentiary to be Overload-proof. All they had to do was increase security at the South Wing every time he had to install an upgrade so that he didn't escape while the power was temporarily down. That's it! It wasn't that hard!

And yet, the overgrown cellphone charger had a 40% escape rate on upgrade days.

Which meant that the Titans had a 40% chance of having to deal with the prison break. And if they did have to deal with it, they also had to time their response perfectly – if they took him down too quickly, the upgraded cell wouldn't be ready, and with nowhere to put him they'd be risking a second round if he got free from whatever makeshift restraints they'd improvised in the meantime. On the other hand, if the fight was drawn out for too long, they risked Overload consuming too much energy, making him much harder to subdue, not to mention the increase in property damage and the likelihood of someone getting hurt.

Annoying. Not Plasmus annoying, since it didn't require showering in Cy's special cleaning solution, but still annoying in its own right.

Though, maybe Changeling was biased. After all, they had a pretty good strategy for dealing with Overload by now. It wasn't the same as dealing with a wildcard like Mumbo Jumbo or, god forbid, Slade. It just so happened that the strategy in question was one that he really, really didn't like.

Fights with Overload went like this: Raven and Starfire served as the diversion, since between the empath's shields and the Tamaranean's durability they were least likely to get hurt by an errant lightning bolt. Meanwhile, Nightwing and Cyborg would be at ground level, working to find the best way to stop the electrokinetic monster in his tracks. Changeling's ability to move quickly through the chaos made him the ideal person for crowd control and evacuation, so most of his role was relegated to the periphery, keeping the civilians out of harm's way.

Overall, not a bad plan, if not for the fact that he got a heart attack every time he saw the electricity arc toward his soulmate.

It had crossed the changeling's mind on occasion to bring it up with Nightwing, but he knew it was a moot point. The team leader probably wasn't enthused about relegating his own girlfriend to a sentient lightning rod either (no one had ever asked if the two were soulmates, determining that such a question was in poor taste, and honestly Changeling doubted that the paranoid bird-brain would ever tell them), and definitely wouldn't have chosen this plan of attack if he thought there was a less risky one available. Moreover, there was no way he'd be able to bring up his concerns without also revealing his well-kept secret, and there was no way he trusted anyone on the team to keep from accidentally spilling the beans.

He'd managed to keep his soulmate's identity, and even the fact that he knew said identity, hidden for years now, largely by keeping that information entirely to himself. He had no intention of getting sloppy, especially not when he thought he might finally, finally be getting close to a breakthrough.

So, for now, he focused on helping a three year old girl get down from her fifth-floor apartment, flying her down in pterosaur form while occasionally glancing up at the deadly light show taking place above their heads.

It was just as he got the girl onto solid ground next to her (probably fired) teenage babysitter that several things happened at once.

First, Overload managed to grab hold of a powerline, immediately absorbing enough electricity to triple in size before firing a rather intense blast at Starfire and sending her through the nearest high-rise.

"Star!" Nightwing cried out, immediately distracted. "Cyborg, how much longer on that update?"

The tech genius pressed a series of buttons on his forearms, yelling over the chaos, "About ten more minutes!"

"Good enough! Time to start wrapping things up." Without warning, the team leader threw a birdarang at the nearest fire hydrant, sending a small geyser into the air, "Raven-"

"– on it." The empath affirmed, using her soul energy to create a ramp of sorts, propelling the water further and spraying Overload's computer chip directly. The supercharged mutant yelled in rage, sending a javelin of energy directly towards the source of the water - Nightwing himself.

Their fearless leader could do a great many things beyond the average human's capability, but he was, at the end of the day, still human. Time seemed to slow as both Changeling and Cyborg realized they wouldn't be able to make it to him in time – that unless the man's reflexes were truly lightning-fast, he was about to take get face full of pure electricity.

They never had to find out.

With a grace and elegance completely at odds to the situation at hand, Raven had released her levitation abilities, allowing her to drop towards the Earth and putting herself in the path of the attack mere seconds before it could hit its target. The sky seemed ablaze with the force of the empath's soul self spreading its wings in the face of a bolt of blue energy hitting it head-on, erupting in a blinding light as haunting as the empath's cry of pain. With the last of her strength, the demoness sent several storm drain covers into the air, forcing a torrential downpour of rainwater and sewage directly upon their foe. Screaming again, this time in agony, the glorified sparkplug began to shrink down to human size, allowing Nightwing to deploy a gadget that wrapped the creature in insulation upon contact, courtesy of Cyborg.

Changeling was sure he felt the Earth stop turning as a now-unconscious Raven hurtled towards the ground. Morphing into a cheetah, and then a silverback, he made his way directly underneath her and caught her with ease.

She was far too limp in his arms.

Three years earlier…

It was one of those nights where Beast Boy didn't know what was louder - the sound of the rain lashing the Tower's windows, or the memories on repeat inside his head.

He'd never liked storms. Probably never would. Thankfully, having the entire animal kingdom in one's DNA came with the uncanny ability to sense incoming storms long before they began, giving him adequate time to prep for the inevitable sleepless nights that accompanied them. He'd already settled onto the couch with enough snacks to feed a small village, three horror movies downloaded and ready to go, and a fully-charged set of videogame controllers. After all, there was no better way to drown out the storm than with the sounds of crunchy potato chips and fictional violence! He'd only been about halfway through the first Wicked Scary movie when Cy had lumbered into the room, footsteps clunky and hesitant until he saw it was just the changeling in the room.

"Hey, you down for a couple rounds of Street Fighter?" He asked nonchalantly, though his best friend knew him well enough to see the lines of tension in his frame.

He knew better than to ask, though. Storms were just like that. Sometimes Gar would be up on his own, and sometimes the entire team would need a feel-good movie and some hot cocoa. They'd never discussed it when the sun came up. It was just one of those unspoken rules that came with being a superpowered teenager: groceries were done according to the chore list, extra window panes were kept in storage for any untimely accidents, and storms sometimes required the presence of friends. No biggie.

"Hell yeah! Let me just get the console set up."

"Nah I'll do it, you just focus on finishing those nasty-ass salad chips so we can open up the good stuff." The Tin Can teased, already bending down to inspect behind the TV with his built-in shoulder light.

"Hey! I'll have you know that those salad chips are a delicacy, thank you very much."

"Delicacy to what? Gerbils?" Cyborg laughed, ducking as the changeling lobbed a couch cushion at his head.

It was during their third round of intense virtual combat that his ears twitched at the addition of another presence to the room. Instantly, his sensitive nose picked out the subtle notes of lavender and chamomile in the air. "Hey Rae!" he chirped, eyes never leaving the screen.

"Gar. Vic." She greeted, and he knew without looking that both names were punctuated by a nod in their direction. She softly lowered her feet to the floor, padding over to the hanging chair overlooking the bay. Heh, he knew asking Cy to install that thing was a good idea – a few comfy blankets and a throw pillow and it was the prime spot for reading and/or meditation when a certain empath wanted to be around her friends without participating in their shenanigans directly. Sure enough, his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of a page turning as Raven settled in for the night.

"Want us to turn the volume down?" He called, right as he hit one of the more difficult combos on the metal man's character ("Man come on!").

"It's fine," she said softly, turning to face the raindrops as they raced down the glass.

A few more rounds, and the two jokesters had decided they'd had their fill of fighting games for the time being. Still, neither of them felt ready to turn in for the night, so they struck up a conversation instead, with the empath occasionally chiming in from her perch as the storm raged on around them.

"I'm just saying, it's crazy that the lovebirds are managing to sleep through this. It sounds like someone's banging cymbals in our dang living room!" Cy quipped, much to his teammates' amusement.

Gar was silent for a moment. "Do you guys ever wonder if they're soulmates?"

"Dick and Kori? I mean, I sure as hell can't imagine either of them with anyone else, but there's no way Star would be able to keep that to herself."

"Normally I'd agree with you, but in this case, it's possible," Raven supplied. Noticing their inquisitive glances, she added "Kori… might have tried to 'girl talk' about the whole soulmate thing before, but I told her it was kind of a touchy subject. She hasn't brought it up since."

The changeling cocked his head to the side, curious. "Why's it touchy?" realizing he may have overstepped, he quickly added, "Not that it's any of my business, obviously! You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"It's fine, Gar," she waved off his concerns, staring wistfully at the rain. "Demons don't get soulmates, on account of not really having a soul in the same way humans do. Since they don't have a fixed corporeal form to separate body from soul, demon 'souls' are more like a power source."

"But you're half human, aren't you? And all humans get soulmates."

Raven shrugged stiffly, "From the Fates, supposedly. But the Fates prophesized that I would die on my sixteenth birthday, so who knows if they even bothered? Add to that, I don't know how much of my genetic makeup is human… The odds aren't great, is all."

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was that of the rain lashing the Tower. Then, Cy spoke up, "Most of me is metal. I have no idea if my words will show up on the tiny bits of skin I have left. I mean, they could, but what if I just got unlucky? What if they were supposed to show on my chest or something, and I just never get them?"

Beast Boy felt their eyes fall on him, and quickly imbued his voice with false mirth. "Hey, I have the entire animal kingdom in my genes. Who knows how that works? Like, does my soulmate have to be human? Do I even get just one soulmate? What if my monkey form has a secret monkey soulmate I don't know about?!"

The demoness shot him a wry smirk that had his stomach doing flips, "Well then at least your soulmate is as smart as you are."

The room dissolved into the changeling's squawks of indignation and Cyborg's guffaws as Raven did her best to stop her lips from twitching into a pleased smile. When they had finally fallen silent again, it was his best friend that broke it. "Man, so Dick and Kori are the only ones who have a guaranteed chance of even finding their soulmates, and it's probably each other?" the other two Titans nodded reluctantly, causing the metal man to huff, "Assholes."

The comment sent out another ripple of amusement through the trio, and soon enough, they found themselves poking fun at the happy couple, their earlier sorrows forgotten.

"Rae! Rae please, you gotta wake up okay?!" He cried, jostling the empath as much as he dared in the hopes that she would open her eyes.

She didn't stir.

"Rae, come on, please!"

"C, set her down on the floor. I need to check her heartbeat." Cyborg called, already opening a panel on his forearm to reveal a set of ECG leads. At the sight of his wild-eyed friend, he added, "Listen, she just took a ton of electricity and there's a good chance it messed with the rhythm of her heart. I need to see if she needs another shock to reset it."

"I– Cy, I can't –"

"C, she'll die if she doesn't get treatment. You're going to have to trust me on this." The urgency in his best friend's voice jolted him out of his panic, allowing him to gently place her as instructed.

The silence was deafening as they waited for the results. Finally, Cyborg's brow furrowed as he read the report, giving Changeling a grim look. "Okay, heart's still beating but it's all over the place. Thankfully it's a shockable rhythm, so I'm going to charge up and hope that this works." Noting the hesitance on the shifter's face, he added, "You can hold onto her, but when I yell 'clear', I need you to stop back. I don't need to deal with two electrocuted Titans today, got it?" At his nod, the cybernetic man's hands began to glow electric blue, charging up as Gar gripped his soulmate's own hand like she might disappear before his very eyes. Nightwing had made his way to their fallen teammate at this point, having retrieved Starfire from wherever she'd been thrown to earlier. The Tameranean held her boyfriend in a vice grip that was sure to be painful, but the tension in his face was entirely focused on Raven. Silently, the changeling remembered the empath's words from all those years ago.

'She was supposed to die at sixteen, but she didn't. Because we refused to give up on her, no matter what. And we'll fucking do it again.'

"Clear!"

Bzzt!

Silence, and then…

"Ow." Bleary eyes shifted up to where he was hovering anxiously, blinking into focus. "Gar?"

The changeling exhaled a shaky breath, blinking down at her with tears in his eyes, "Please don't ever do that again."

As he moved to support the empath's head in the crook of his arms, she gave him that look, the one that pierced right through his soul. "It's you, isn't it?"

Time stopped. The air in his lungs froze. Gar tried to laugh, but it sounded more like a wheeze, "Wow Rae, you must have been hit harder than we thought. I mean, how many green guys do you know?"

Her brows knitted together, lips pursed in a barely perceptible frown. Trembling with the effort, she raised a delicate hand to his chest, placing her palm directly on the tattoo that she absolutely should not know about. All at once, his chest burned to life, colors exploding behind his eyes as every single animal in his blood started its own mating call.

And beneath it all, was the beating of his own traitorous heart, as if it had been hit by lightning.

Minemineminemineminemineminemine –

"You never told me," Raven rasped, palm still firmly placed against the traitor in question.

"Rae, can we talk about this when your brain hasn't just been microwaved?!" His voice was pitchy and desperate, but he didn't care. His ears were ringing, his palms were sweaty, and he thought he might pass out.

She knew.

She knew, and he had no idea how she felt about it.

She gave him an almost-imperceptible nod, and he felt the tension bleed out of his bones, right as Cyborg shoved him aside.

"Alright, I gotta take her to the medbay and get her checked out. You three good to watch Sparky over there by yourselves?"

Nightwing nodded, "We got it, Cyborg. Keep us updated."

"Will do." The older Titan replied, giving the leader a two-finger salute.

"Wait, hold on. What–"

The Tin Man lowered his voice several decibels, so soft that only enhanced hearing would pick it up. "Don't think I didn't notice that little exchange, Lover Boy. Give her some space. You know how skittish she is – if you push it, she'll freak out and run. Let her have some time to process. She'll come to you when she's ready."

That… was a really good point, actually.

With a reluctant nod, Changeling shifted his sights to cleanup as Cy loaded his soulmate into the T-Car, flashing him a reassuring smile before they drove away.

Late into the night, after Changeling had worn a hole into his bedroom carpet with his pacing, he was taken by surprise by the empath stepping through a portal she'd conjured on his bedroom door. Immediately, the action had him on edge – Raven, being the patron saint of privacy, had never barged into another Titan's room, even when the door was unlocked, preferring to knock politely and ask for permission to enter. She still had two amethyst eyes, so she couldn't be that angry, but the demoness bypassing her usual formalities was a sign that did not bode well for the shifter's health. He hadn't heard any accounts of soulmates killing each other, but the two of them were nothing if not unprecedented, so he supposed that was a fitting end to the saga that had plagued his life for six years.

(Silently, he thanked whichever deities were listening that his room was clean, save for a small pile of clothes next to his overflowing laundry basket. At least the other Titans wouldn't have a hard time finding his corpse.)

Bracing himself, the changeling decided he had no choice but to face the music. "Um, hey Rae –"

And then all thoughts left his brain.

Because in two short strides, Raven had bridged the gap between them, grabbed his face with both of her dainty hands, and kissed him with everything she had.

It wasn't like Gar had never been kissed before. There was the brief dalliance with Terra, of course, the fan club he'd amassed in Tokyo, and then the meaningless flings that tended to come with the male superhero territory. All in all, he'd say he had a decent amount of experience, all things considered.

Kissing his soulmate, however, was nothing like that.

For one thing, he never expected someone as rigid as the empath to be so soft, but everything he touched – her cheek, her hair, the back of her neck – all of it felt like the finest sand slipping through his fingers, and he couldn't help the way he melted into her. Then there was the fact that she tasted like cardamom and nutmeg, no doubt from the evening tea she always took at 7pm sharp, which reminded him of travelling across Asia with the Doom Patrol. And of course, there was the fact that every nerve ending in his body was alight, tingling with the sensations of yes and good and right and mine. It was so unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and he briefly wondered if Raven had absorbed the electricity from Overload and was now using it against him – perhaps this was the way she'd decided to kill him for keeping their soulmate status a secret?

But if so, what a way to die.

When they finally parted, he was panting for air, with his soulmate not far behind. As much as he wanted to do that again (and again, and again, for the rest of his life), he allowed himself a brief reprieve to just, look at her. She was as beautiful as she was on the day they met, and as beautiful as she had been every day since, but he had to admit, the sight of her flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and half-lidded eyes made her ethereal. In that moment, he didn't care that she was half demon; he'd never seen anything so angelic in his twenty years of life. His heart ached in his chest, and once again, he wondered if it was possible to die from kissing one's soulmate.

Gasping for air, he tried yet again to ascertain his fate at the hands of the woman he admired more than anyone on earth. "Uh –"

And then she kissed him again.

Yeah, he was definitely going to die.

Oh well.

The second kiss was far rougher and more demanding than the first, with the press of Raven's lips against him feeling more like a brand. Fine by him – she'd owned him since the day they met, after all. He had no idea when her hands had started to wander, tracing along the lean muscles of his abdomen that came with years of training, but he swore he felt her claws come out as she took her fill of him, scraping along his sides with the slightest pinprick of pain that had him gasping against her mouth. Between one breath and the next, he felt a surge of coolness and the faint sound of fabric being cut, and holy fuck her hands were on his bare skin and he couldn't breathe, and then, as quick as it had begun, the empath pulled away.

As much as he may have wanted to ask what the fuck had just happened, his brain was far too scrambled to form words anymore. The best he could do was stare at her in complete befuddlement as he heaved, shuddering at the hunger in her gaze. Not that it mattered, since her eyes were completely fixated on the left side of his chest, right above his heart.

Oh.

Oh.

That made much more sense.

Gentle hands reached out again, tracing the words he knew all too well; "You know, you're kind of funny." The sensation of her touching her words on his skin was indescribable, like fireworks bursting against his skin, both painful and awe-inspiring as he scrambled for purchase in his mind.

"Of course," she teased, one corner of her mouth ticking up slightly as her fingertips skimmed along his chest. "That's all it took? Me calling you funny?"

His responding laugh was weak and breathless. "Yeah well, when the most beautiful girl you've ever seen thinks you're funny, you sort of hope, you know?"

She was smirking in earnest now, soft purple eyes finally meeting his own. If he had any breath left, he's sure she would have just taken it away. "No, I can't say I do, actually."

"Yeah I-" his voice caught in his throat, and he coughed to clear it. "I guess you wouldn't." He eyed her nervously, "Are you… disappointed?"

She shot him an unimpressed look, "What about the last five minutes came across as disappointment to you?"

He chuckled at that, flushing slightly. "Fair enough. I just… wow. Give me a second here Rae, I never actually thought I'd get this far." Pausing, he realized he'd overlooked a detail that was suddenly all he could think about. "I'm pretty sure I know what it says, but where's yours?"

Amethyst eyes glittered with mischief and god, he was so fucking lucky. "Well, that doesn't seem very fair. I found yours on my own, didn't I? Guess you'll just have to look for it. Thoroughly."

He didn't even try to control the growl that rippled through him as he pulled her flush against him, reveling in her shaky intake of breath. "That can be arranged."

Several rounds of thorough exploration later, Gar found himself tracing the words "Please don't ever do that again" as they curved along the slope of her hip, preening at the way she shivered against the tips of his claws. His eyes were closed as he allowed himself to drift in the contentment of having his soulmate's limbs completely intertwined with his own. Still, he could feel her staring as she propped herself up on his chest, and lazily cracked an eye open to find her watching him, brows furrowed in deep thought.

"If you have the energy to think that hard, I must not be doing my job right." He rumbled, watching her flush spread down her chest with barely-concealed appreciation.

Raven huffed, swatting at him lightly. "You are insatiable."

"For you? Always."

The empath grumbled something unintelligible before returning her gaze to the words written neatly across his torso. "I don't remember saying this," she shared reluctantly. "I mean, I compliment you sarcastically all the time, but I don't think that's what made you realize."

He grinned at her, the brightest one he had, the one that he knew always left her a little flustered, even when she wouldn't admit it. "I do love your sarcasm, but no. I knew wayyyy before that."

Lavender brows knitted together in confusion, "Nevermore, then? I remember Happy told you something about your sense of humor."

"Getting warmer…" he goaded, bringing one of her palms up to his mouth for a gentle kiss.

"Okay, so in our first year as Titans, then. But when would I have…" her eyes widened, and he beamed. "No. That's not possible."

"You're looking at the proof right there, Beautiful."

"I – you couldn't have. Terra –"

"– Terra and I never talked about soulmates. Neither of us really went into that relationship looking for an epic love or anything. At the end of the day, she just wanted to feel like a normal teenager, and so did I, to an extent. I mean, you barely tolerated me back then, and I knew that probably wouldn't change any time soon, so I figured, what's the harm of letting myself have those dumb teenage relationships until you came around? And then with everything that happened… you know, after, with Terra trying to kill us and then dying and then maybe, sort of, coming back? I was little too preoccupied with making sure she was okay to worry about the fact that we weren't soulmates."

Raven hummed, satisfied. "You're a good person, to stick your neck out like that for someone when you knew they weren't the one."

Gar shrugged, eager to change the subject, "Well, what about you? I mean, I know you just figured it out today, but did you really never suspect it?"

"I wasn't even sure I could have one, on account of the whole demon thing."

"Half-demon." He corrected, because that distinction made all the difference.

"Half-demon. Right. But also, I was supposed to die at sixteen, so I wasn't sure if the Fates accounted for the change in plans. And before we thwarted the prophecy, I didn't ever let myself think about it, because it just seemed so unlikely that I'd find them before my sixteenth birthday, and even if I did, it would be so unfair to find my soulmate just to leave them so soon."

Gar tucked an errant strand of violet hair behind her ear, smiling up at her tenderly. "I thought so too. It was part of the reason why I never lost faith that we'd win."

"It's probably for the best that you didn't tell me back then. I already pushed you all away because I didn't want you to get too attached. I would have just singled you out even more."

"Wouldn't have stopped me from trying," he chuckled.

Raven smiled at him softly, and he swore it hit him right in the chest. "I know. That's what made me start to fall for you in the first place. The fact that you could always see right through my attempts to distance myself, and you stubbornly refused to let me. Even when I was unfairly hard on you, you knew it was out of fear of getting too close." She glanced away, contemplative. "I don't know if I would've formed such strong relationships with the rest of the team if not for your constant needling."

He waved off her praise. "Nah, you would have. Everyone on this team is stubborn as shit. It wouldn't have taken long before Star dragged you out of your room by the ear."

Raven giggled, then groaned. "Azar, you just reminded me that we're going to have to tell her. I assume Vic already knows?"

Gar chuckled nervously, "Yeah, he kind of figured it out from our conversation earlier today."

The empath's eyes widened. "Wait, you mean, you never told him?"

"I never told anyone, actually." He shrugged, "Didn't feel right for any of them to know before you did." She blushed, and her words from earlier came surging back. "Wait, did you just say you fell for me?"

She rolled her eyes, smacking his chest, though there was no force behind the gesture. "Obviously, you idiot. I never said I didn't have feelings for you, just that I never really entertained the possibility that we could be soulmates."

"But – you never –"

The empath shrugged, but he could see the tension in the gesture. "Like I said, I didn't know if I even had a soulmate. What if I started something up with you, only for you to find your soulmate later on and leave me? And yes, I know you'd feel obligated to stay with me if you made a commitment, but I couldn't stomach the thought of keeping you away from your destiny out of obligation. So, I just…figured it was better that way."

"Rae."

"I know, okay?! Not all of us knew who our soulmate was from the day we met them. Some people had a lot of emotional hang-ups and took almost dying to figure it out!"

He laughed at her indignation, bright and floaty. Is this what the rest of their lives would be like? He certainly hoped so. "Well, you've figured it out now, so no more near-death experiences please. I can only handle so many heart attacks before I kick the bucket myself."

"Don't worry, Dick already gave me the third degree about that. No more getting hit by lightning."

"Perfect." He grins, pulling her in for another kiss.

Though maybe, there is still some lightning involved, he thinks, feeling the sparks between their souls.