NotsoGood

I’ve had this story plot in my mind for a really long time.

So here goes, Robin leaves for Gotham to become Nightwing, and eventually Batman. Starfire follows him. Around the same time, both Cyborg and Raven receive letters from the Justice League, inviting them to work alongside them.

Beast Boy, however, doesn’t receive any letter. The Justice League doesn’t think he’s quite ready yet. Cyborg and Raven don’t know this—they simply assume he got one too.

When it’s finally time to leave, Beast Boy finds out that they’re all going their separate ways. He feels blindsided and hurt, believing they chose not to tell him. Angry, he cuts off his friendship with them and stays behind to mentor a new team. Eventually, he leaves that behind as well to join the Doom Patrol, where he rises to become its leader.

Before everyone went their separate ways, Beast Boy and Raven had begun to develop feelings for each other. Neither of them said anything. Then the Justice League opportunity came, and everything changed—they drifted apart without ever addressing it.

Or...

Sugar baby AU. Raven is in financial need, and Dick steps in. He pays for bills, meals, outings, clothes, and even totally frivolous expenses, all so she doesn't have to worry and can live an easier life. All Dick asks for in return is Raven's interest and occasional company. Sure, she can fake a little bit of flirting. But what starts off as a convenient and non-sexual arrangement into something more.

Why not both but separate.

Morning doesn’t arrive all at once.

It seeps in—thin light through the curtains, quiet air, the kind of stillness that only exists before the world starts moving again.

Raven is half-awake when she realizes she’s not alone.

Warmth presses against her back. A solid weight. A slow, steady breath brushing faintly against her shoulder. It takes her a second to place it—and then she remembers.

Dick.

Her lips twitch slightly at the name, at the situation, at the fact that she didn’t leave.

She doesn’t move right away. Just listens. Feels.

Then her hand drifts.

It starts at his forearm where it rests near her waist, her fingers brushing over his skin in a lazy, absent way. But there’s nothing truly absent about it. Not when she lets her nails drag just slightly. Not when she shifts her hips back, just enough to feel him react.

He does.

A breath changes. His arm tightens a fraction.

“Mm,” he murmurs, still caught between sleep and awareness.

Raven turns her head slightly, just enough to glance over her shoulder. “Morning,” she says, voice low, rough with sleep.

This time he moves properly. His hand slides from her waist up along her side, slow, heavy, until it settles over her breast through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. His grip isn’t hesitant. It’s firm, waking, like he’s remembering exactly where he is—and what he has in his bed.

Raven exhales through her nose, a quiet reaction she doesn’t bother hiding.

“Straight to it, huh?” she mutters.

“No complaints,” he answers, voice deeper now.

That earns him a small smirk.

She turns properly then, rolling onto her back to face him. The sheets twist around their legs as they shift, fabric catching and pulling, neither of them caring enough to fix it. They’re close now—close enough that she can feel the heat of him, the way his body’s already waking up in more ways than one.

Their eyes meet.

It doesn’t stay quiet for long.

He leans in first, or maybe she does—it’s hard to tell—but their lips meet somewhere in the middle. Soft at first, slow, testing the morning. Then it deepens. Not rushed, but not shy either. His hand tightens around her breast, thumb pressing more deliberately now, and she responds instantly—one leg sliding over his, her body pressing closer.

Her hand moves without asking permission.

Down.

She finds his cock through the fabric, fingers wrapping just enough to make him react properly this time. His breath catches, low and sharp, and she feels the shift under her palm.

“Yeah,” she murmurs against his mouth, almost amused. “You’re awake.”

“Getting there,” he mutters back.

The kiss breaks just long enough for her to shift her weight—and then she’s moving.

Raven rolls over him in one smooth motion, the sheets dragging with her as she settles on top, straddling his hips. Her hair falls forward, messy from sleep, framing her face as she looks down at him.

There’s a moment there.

A pause.

Not awkward—just charged.

He didn’t expect her to take control that easily. That much is obvious.

Raven notices. Of course she does.

Her expression shifts slightly, something sharper slipping in. She straightens her back a little, sitting up on him, her hands resting lightly against his chest. Then she pushes her shoulders back—deliberate, subtle, but enough to draw attention to her breasts under the thin t-shirt.

“Looking?” she asks.

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to.

That’s when she reaches for the hem.

No hesitation.

She pulls the shirt up and over her head in one clean motion, tossing it somewhere off the bed without even glancing.

And just like that—nothing between them.

Her breasts catch the morning light, bare, unapologetic—and the small glint of piercings at her nipples stands out instantly.

That’s what gets him.

His eyes lock there, reaction immediate and unfiltered. Not exaggerated, but real enough that she feels it.

Raven tilts her head slightly, watching him take it in.

“Surprised?” she asks, voice low.

“A little,” he admits.

“Good.”

She leans forward then, slow and controlled, her hands pressing into the mattress on either side of his shoulders. The movement brings her closer, her body hovering just above his, close enough for him to feel her warmth, to notice every detail he just got introduced to.

His hands come up again, instinctively finding her, her waist first, then higher, more certain this time. He doesn’t hesitate now, fingers wrapping around her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples with a curiosity that turns quickly into intent.

Raven inhales sharply at that, her head dipping just slightly as she watches him.

“Careful, they are still sensitive” she murmurs, though there’s no real warning in it.

“Doesn’t sound like you want me to be.”

She smirks at that.

“Maybe I don’t.”

The space between them disappears again as she leans down, kissing him harder this time, less sleepy, more present. Her hips shift against his as she settles more firmly on top of him, and the reaction she gets is immediate.

She breaks the kiss just enough to look at him again, eyes sharper now, fully awake.

“Yeah,” she says quietly, almost to herself. “Definitely awake.”

Her hand slides down again, deliberate, confident, reminding him exactly who set this pace.

“Try not to come,” she adds.

Empty Tower

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The tower was too quiet.

No footsteps.

No alarms.

No voices through the comms.

Just the steady rhythm of a bed hitting the wall.

Raven was on her back, completely bare, dark hair fanned over her pillow. Dick hovered above her, mouth at her neck, teeth scraping lightly before soothing it with his tongue.

Her legs were wrapped tight around his waist, ankles locked like she wasn’t letting him escape even if he tried.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room sharp, wet, and she didn’t bother staying quiet.

There was no one to hear.

“Fuck,” she breathed, head tipping back as he moved harder. “Don’t slow down.”

He smirked against her throat. “You’re loud tonight.”

“I can be,” she shot back, breath uneven. “No one’s here.”

That only made him move faster.

The bed thudded harder against the wall. The rhythm lost its teasing edge and became something hungrier. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with open need.

Her nails dragged down his back.

“My pussy—” she gasped, the word breaking in her throat as another rough thrust knocked the air from her lungs. “God, that feels good.”

Dick groaned low at that, pressing his forehead to hers. “Say it again.”

She looked up at him, eyes dark and completely unguarded.

“I love how your cock feels inside me,” she said, voice wrecked but deliberate.

That did it.

His control snapped.

The sounds in the room grew louder — the slap of their bodies, the rough pull of breath, the mattress protesting under them. She moaned openly now, not caring how wrecked she sounded.

The calm, collected Raven from briefings and strategy meetings didn’t exist here. Here she was heat and hunger and sharp words.

He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and she arched beneath him instantly. “Fuc-k,” she hissed. “Right there. It feels good.”

He laughed under his breath, but he didn’t move away from that spot. “You’re different when you’re like this.”

“Shut up, and fuck me” she shot back, pulling him down into a rough kiss.

The kiss wasn’t soft. It was teeth and tongue and breath. She bit his lower lip before pulling back, her chest rising and falling fast.

“I want to suck your cock after this,” she said without hesitation, fingers digging into his shoulders. “On your back, and I want to hear you moan when you cum.”

His jaw tightened at the image. “You’re already making me lose it.”

“Good.”

Her legs tightened around him again, urging him faster. The room echoed with the rhythm now, louder and louder, until even breathing felt secondary to the friction building between them.

He groaned her name, not the hero name, not the codename.

Just her.

That always did something to her.

She reached between them, needing more, chasing the heat climbing her spine. Her voice lost its composure completely.

“Dick-”

“I know.”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

The tension coiled tight, sharp and overwhelming, and when it finally snapped, it tore a sound from her throat she didn’t try to suppress. Her back arched, fingers clawing into his skin as pleasure rolled through her in heavy waves.

He followed right behind her, body going rigid for a moment as he emptied inside her before collapsing forward, breath hot against her collarbone.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was their breathing.

Slowly evening out.

She ran her fingers lazily down his spine.

“Told you,” she murmured laughing, still catching her breath.

He lifted his head slightly laughing as well. “You did.”

A faint smirk touched her lips as she shifted beneath him, pushing lightly at his shoulder.

“Now lie back.”

His brow lifted. “Already?”

She sat up slowly, completely unashamed of her nakedness, eyes dragging down his body with clear intention.

“I said I wanted my turn.”

The tower stayed quiet.

The walls didn’t judge.

I wrote this out of nowhere, thought you guys might like it, anyways let me know.. enjoy

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Raven shut the car door and leaned back into the seat like she owned it. The windows were already fogging, the air warm and close, the kind that made everything feel slower and heavier. She loosened her blazer just enough to breathe and glanced sideways at him.

“So,” she said casually, like they were just two people killing time. “That was a weird interview.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah. Didn’t expect to see you walk in looking like that.”

“Like what?” she asked, then didn’t wait. “Hot? Distracting? You couldn’t stop staring at my tits.”

He snorted. “You didn’t exactly hide them.”

She rolled her shoulders slightly, pushing her chest forward on purpose. “They’re doing their job. Guys always lose their mind over them.” She reached up and squeezed one through the fabric, testing his reaction. “Including you.”

His hand came up without asking, fingers closing around her breast, firm and familiar. “Still perfect,” he said.

She hummed. “That’s what everyone says.”

They sat there, knees brushing, talking like it was nothing. Like the past wasn’t sitting between them, naked and obvious. She glanced down at his lap, then back up at his face.

“You’re hard,” she said flatly.

He didn’t deny it. “You’re sitting this close and talking like that.”

She smirked. “Fair. Your cock always did react fast.” She nudged him lightly with her knee. “Still proud of it?”

He laughed. “You never complained.”

“No,” she agreed. “Especially in the mornings.” She tilted her head, eyes sharp and amused. “You remember how I used to wake up first? Just talk shit and suck your cock while you were still half asleep.”

He groaned softly. “Jesus, Raven.”

“What?” she said innocently. “I liked the routine. You liked when I talked. About your cock. Your balls. How stupidly easy it was to get you going.”

His hand tightened on her breast. “You’re doing it again.”

She leaned in, voice low but relaxed. “I’m just talking. You’re the one squeezing my tits like you missed them.”

“Maybe I did.”

She laughed quietly. “Figures.”

They kissed—quick, messy, unplanned—and broke apart just as easily, both smiling like idiots. She rested her forehead against his for a second, then pulled back.

“You still take things too seriously,” she said.

“And you still don’t,” he shot back.

“Someone has to enjoy themselves,” she replied. She paused, then added, casually, “You always did like it when I asked you to spit in my mouth.”

He laughed, finally pulling back and relaxing into his seat. “You’re unbelievable.”

She grinned. “Relax. I’m not asking. Just saying.”

Another beat of silence. Comfortable. Charged. Familiar.

She finally straightened, fixing her blazer again, putting herself back together. “Anyway. Interview went fine. You were fair.”

He looked at her, still a little dazed. “Yeah. You left an impression.”

“I always do,” she said, opening the door. Then she glanced back, eyes flicking down once more. “Tell your cock I said hi.”

Dick jealousy fucking Raven

"last time" fuck

I am taking the 1st one

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She holds the phone between her shoulder and cheek, voice calm despite the rhythm of Dick’s hips slamming into her from behind.

“Yes, Aiden,” she breathes evenly, fingers gripping the edge of her desk like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. “I’m still at the Tower. Just… catching up on some things.”

Dick’s mouth finds her shoulder, biting hard. Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t make a sound.

“You sound… off,” Aiden says on the line. His voice is gentle, concerned.

Raven exhales through her nose. “I’m tired,” she lies, even as Dick thrusts deeper. One of his hands slides up under her shirt cupping her breast, not for comfort—just possession. She turned her head and glared at him, “Long day.”

Behind her, Dick smirks. Not a word. Just his breath against her neck, his hands unforgiving on her waist. He knows exactly what she’s doing. What she’s risking.

“I can feel something from you,” Aiden says. “You alright, right?”

Her eyelids flutter. Her silence stretches. Dick’s rhythm slows just enough to draw it out—taunting.

“I’m fine,” she says finally. Steady. Cold. A little too fast.

The line is quiet for a moment.

“…Okay. Call me when you’re home?”

She closes her eyes. “I will.”

She hangs up without saying goodbye. The call ended with a soft click. Silence rushed in.

Raven tossed the phone onto the desk like it burned her fingers. Her hair stuck to the sweat on her neck, and her breath came in slow, heavy waves. Dick hadn’t stopped. He was too far gone—grinding deep, deliberate, like he was daring her to try and lie again.

She finally shoved back against him, enough to make him pause.

“You're a fucking bastard,” she hissed, her voice low and sharp.

He only smiled against her shoulder, not sorry. Not even close. “You didn't have to answer.”

“He called me,” she snapped, turning her head just enough to glare at him. “What am I supposed to do?”

He didn't say anything. Just gave that half-smirk that made her want to punch him and bite him in the same breath. “You didn’t stop me.”

She turned fully now, letting him slip out of her, standing chest-to-chest. Her eyes were glowing faintly violet, rage held just behind her ribs. “You're not coming inside today.”

He arched a brow, amused. “No?”

“No.” Her voice was iron. “You lost that privilege the second I had to lie to him with your dick in me.”

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, even as her nails curled into fists. “Then can I come on your face?”

“Don’t test me, Grayson.”

For a beat, the room hung silent—only the sound of both their breathing.

Then, slow and deliberate, she turned and bent over the desk again.

“Still want it?” she asked without looking back.

He stepped in behind her, hands gripping her hips again. “Always.”

“But you finish on the floor.”

He leaned down to whisper, “Bossy.”

She glanced back, eyes narrowed. “You like it.”

He did.

So he obeyed.

He didn’t ask for forgiveness. She didn’t pretend it meant anything else. What they had wasn’t love—it was static. Burning and loud, impossible to ignore. The more she buried it, the harder it sparked. The more he pushed, the deeper she let him in. Except tonight.

Tonight, he didn’t get everything.

That was her line.

And he’d just slammed into it at full speed.

By the time he finished, half-sprawled against her back, hands gripping the desk for balance, he was breathless and aching. She straightened up, hair wild, lips swollen, and turned to look at him.

“Let's take a shower together,” she said, and walked away—like he hadn’t just dragged the worst parts of her to the surface.

And like she wasn’t already waiting for the next excuse to let him do it again.

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Dick and Raven Cheating prompts are open!!

Secrets

Dick Grayson/Raven

Teen Titans

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It had been an interesting few weeks at the Tower. Both Beast Boy and Starfire had been acting a bit strange—more so than usual. The change had started subtly. Beast Boy was spending more time hanging around Raven, eager to impress with jokes and trying to match her in training. Meanwhile, Starfire was making extra efforts to catch Robin's attention, inviting him for long conversations, asking him to join her on flights, or simply sitting close by whenever she could.

Raven and Robin had noticed the shift, exchanging knowing glances every now and then, but neither had spoken about it directly. Not yet, at least. The two of them had been together for a while, though no one else in the team knew about their relationship. It wasn’t that they were hiding it on purpose, but they both valued their privacy and saw no need to announce it. Still, the current situation was becoming more amusing by the day.

This afternoon was no exception.

They were all in the common room. Starfire was sitting beside Robin, peppering him with questions about hand-to-hand combat. "Friend Robin when you do the roundhouse kick, how do you get so much speed? I’ve been working on it, but it’s not as smooth. Maybe you could give me a the tips?"

Robin glanced over at Raven, who was reading in the corner, the barest hint of a smirk on her lips. She’d noticed Beast Boy hovering nearby, trying to find an excuse to get her attention.

"Sure, Starfire," Robin replied casually, leaning back on the couch. "I’ll show you a few moves after dinner."

Starfire’s face lit up. "Thank you friend Robin!."

Meanwhile, Beastboy took a tentative step toward Raven, his hands clasped together. "So Raven," he said in his usual nervous tone, "would you like to come with me outside later? I was thinking we could meditate together under the stars. It would be calming!"

Raven looked up from her book, her expression unreadable, she knew what he probably wanted to talk about. She could feel his eagerness radiating toward her. "Meditating outside, huh?" Raven considered it for a moment before responding. "Maybe another time, Beastboy."

Beastboy blinked, clearly disappointed but trying not to show it. "Oh… of course! Another time would be good."

As the afternoon stretched on, Robin and Raven exchanged quiet looks, sharing an unspoken connection as they observed their friends. It wasn’t until later, when the others had cleared out for their evening routines, that Robin finally decided to address the elephant in the room.

They were alone on the rooftop of the Tower, the stars overhead reflecting on the dark ocean. The air was cool, with the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance. Robin had pulled Raven aside for some quiet time, knowing they wouldn't be disturbed up here.

"So," Robin started, stepping up behind Raven as she gazed out over the water. "You noticed, right?"

Raven didn’t even have to ask what he was talking about. She just raised an eyebrow, not turning to face him. "Beast Boy’s been acting… a lot friendly."

"Yeah," Robin chuckled, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He let his hands roam over her hips, his fingers squeezing her waist slightly before one hand slid up to cup her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. "And starfire’s been glued to my side every chance she gets."

Raven smirked, leaning back into his chest. "It’s funny, isn’t it? They have no idea."

"Nope," Robin agreed, pressing a kiss to her neck as his hands wandered, one squeezing her breast while the other slid down to cup her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, pulling her tighter against him. "And we haven’t exactly helped clear it up."

Raven rolled her eyes, enjoying the feel of his touch. "We don’t need to tell them anything. They’ll figure it out eventually."

"True," Robin replied, spinning her around to face him. He kept his hands on her body, one trailing down to squeeze her ass again. "But in the meantime, it’s kind of fun watching them try so hard."

Raven’s lips curled into a rare smile. "They’re both sweet, in their own way."

Robin nodded, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips again. "But not quite our type."

Raven’s gaze softened as she looked up at him. "Definitely not."

They stood there for a moment, the quiet between them comfortable. Robin leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, his hands squeezing her breasts as he pulled her closer. Raven kissed him back, her hands resting on his chest as she allowed herself to melt into the moment. His grip tightened on her ass, kneading the flesh as their kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled back, Raven raised an eyebrow, slightly breathless. "You really like squeezing my ass, don’t you?"

Robin grinned. "Can you blame me?"

She rolled her eyes again but didn’t push him away. "So, how long do you think we can keep this up before they catch on?"

Robin smirked, pressing his forehead to hers. "Depends. How subtle do you feel like being?"

Raven’s smile turned mischievous. "Subtle enough to enjoy watching them squirm a little longer."

"Good," Robin said, pulling her in for another kiss. "Because I’m not done having fun with this either."

They stayed like that for a moment longer, savoring the quiet intimacy of their shared space. Whatever happened next, they were in it together—teammates, partners, and something much more.

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Raven is on a mission and is dressed up really fancy - she’s gone undercover for an important role

Either robin gets really hot and bothered watching her flirt with someone (a drug dealer or mob boss in r smtg) to get information

Or

Maybe he helps attach equipment (like a listening device or camera) to her outfit/person and tries not to cop a feel/fights off a boner in the process

Preparations

Dick Grayson/Raven

Teen Titans

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Dick stood in the small, dimly lit room, adjusting the tiny listening device in his hand. His eyes kept flicking toward Raven, who was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of her dress. It wasn’t the typical uniform he was used to seeing her in, and that was part of the problem. She was undercover tonight, her mission to infiltrate a high-profile mob boss's event and gather crucial information.

Raven rarely dressed up like this, but tonight she looked stunning—elegant in a black gown that hugged her figure just right, the slit revealing a glimpse of her leg as she moved. She wore her hair just the usual, sleek and smooth, her makeup flawless. It was strange seeing her like this, so far removed from her usual composed and stoic demeanor. And it was affecting him more than he wanted to admit.

“Where does this go again?” Raven asked, her voice cutting through his thoughts.

Dick cleared his throat, focusing on the task at hand. He walked over, trying to appear as professional as possible, even as his gaze betrayed him by lingering on her. “Right here,” he said, his voice a little rougher than intended as he leaned in, his fingers brushing her collarbone lightly as he attached the listening device.

She didn’t seem to notice his discomfort, or if she did, she didn’t show it. “You know,” Raven said casually, “you’ve been staring at my ass since I put this on.”

Dick froze for a moment, his fingers hovering near her neckline. “I—I wasn’t staring,” he muttered, feeling the heat rise to his face as he finished attaching the device.

Raven gave him a look, one brow raised. “So you were looking,” she said, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

He swallowed hard, stepping back to give himself some space. He knew he needed to get his head straight before the mission, but the sight of her like this wasn’t helping. And the way she was flirting with the mob boss later—well, that was going to be a whole other problem.

“Are you ready?” he asked, trying to shift the conversation to something safer.

She adjusted her earrings and looked at herself in the mirror. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, her voice softer now. She turned to face him, her expression serious. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

Dick forced a smile, his jaw tight. “It’s for the mission, right?” he replied. “I’ll manage.”

But as he helped her with the last bit of equipment, his hands skimming along her back, he couldn’t ignore the tightening in his chest, or the way his body reacted to her closeness. He fought to keep his focus, but with each small movement, each quiet breath between them, he found himself struggling.

They stood close for a moment, the air thick with tension. Raven, for once, wasn’t teasing or smirking. She just watched him, her eyes lingering on his face as if reading something in his expression that he wasn’t saying out loud.

“Don’t let this mess with your head, Dick,” she said quietly, her voice a little softer than usual.

He nodded, but the truth was, it already had. As he finished up, she gave him one last look before stepping toward the door, her hips swaying ever so slightly. He could already picture her flirting with the mob boss later, using her charm to get the information they needed, and it made his chest tighten.

Before she walked out, she paused and looked back over her shoulder. “Try not to get too distracted,” she said with a small grin.

Dick shook his head, watching her go. Yeah, distracted was exactly what he’d be.

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Raven is on a date with Aqualad and bb/robin or the team sees her and they’re shocked

They’re so used to seeing raven in her uniform or not happy/open so seeing her out with Aqualad/dressed up makes them do a double take

Bonus if they catch her kissing him and that makes them go 🤯🤯 because they all are so used to seeing raven being prickly

Surprises

Raven, Beast Boy, Robin, Starfire, Cyborg

Teen Titans

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It was supposed to be a routine patrol. Robin and Beast Boy had taken to the streets, making sure Jump City was quiet. Robin had decided on this route out of habit, but tonight, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Cyborg was handling comms back at the tower, and Starfire had stayed behind to help with some “personal matters,” which was vague but not unusual for Starfire.

At least, that’s what they thought.

Robin was the first to notice. It wasn’t an alarm or a signal—just a fleeting glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. “Hold up,” he said, coming to a halt on a rooftop overlooking one of the quieter streets. His eyes narrowed behind his mask.

Beast Boy swung up beside him, his sharp eyes following Robin’s gaze. “Is that—” His jaw practically hit the floor. “No way…”

Below them, walking down the street, was Raven. But it wasn’t the Raven they were used to seeing. She wasn’t in her usual dark, hooded uniform or wearing the simple clothes she wore around the tower. Tonight, she looked different. She was dressed in an elegant dark purple dress, something simple yet stunning, her normally wild hair styled into soft waves.

But what really made Beast Boy do a double-take was the way she smiled. Not a sarcastic smirk or a brief, half-hearted one, but an actual, genuine smile. It was subtle, but it was there.

“What’s she doing?” Beast Boy whispered, eyes wide as he took in the scene. “She never goes out like this.”

Robin gave him a quick side-eye, but his expression remained neutral, a calm understanding settling in. “She’s with Aqualad,” he said simply, his voice even.

Beast Boy blinked. “Wait, what?!” His eyes darted to the tall figure walking beside Raven—Aqualad. And sure enough, he was laughing at something Raven had said, his hand casually brushing against hers as they walked side by side. Raven didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch or roll her eyes. Instead, she let the contact linger, her body language relaxed in a way Beast Boy had never seen before.

He felt his heart drop a little. “What’s going on? Since when do they…?”

“That explains why she took today off.” Robin said quietly, his voice carrying an air of understanding rather than surprise. “Starfire’s mentioned it. Raven asked for her help tonight.”

Beast Boy turned to Robin, his brow furrowed. “Wait, Starfire knew about this?”

As if on cue, Starfire’s bright energy shot down from above, landing gracefully next to the two of them. She was glowing with excitement, practically vibrating with happiness. “Oh, yes!” she exclaimed, beaming. “I helped her prepare for this glorious occasion!”

“Prepare?” Beast Boy echoed, still reeling. “What—how—why didn’t anyone tell me?”

Starfire’s smile softened, her gaze becoming gentle. “Raven asked that we respect her privacy, friend Beast Boy. She wished for this to be a calm, special evening. I aided her in choosing the proper attire for her date with Aqualad.”

“Date?” Beast Boy’s voice cracked. “They’re on a date?”

Robin remained quiet, crossing his arms as he watched from the rooftop. He knew how much Raven valued her privacy. If she had chosen to open up to Aqualad, to share a part of herself with him, it wasn’t something that should be questioned. He respected her decision, but he understood how seeing this side of Raven for the first time could be a shock for someone like Beast Boy.

“Look,” Robin said calmly, placing a hand on Beast Boy’s shoulder. “We all care about Raven, but she’s allowed to have her own life, Beast Boy.”

Beast Boy opened his mouth to argue, but the words didn’t come. His eyes were glued to the sight of Raven, who was now standing with Aqualad at the corner of the street. She looked… happy. More open than Beast Boy had ever seen her. He couldn’t wrap his head around it—Raven, the girl who rolled her eyes at the mere mention of romance, was standing there, smiling at Aqualad, looking like she actually enjoyed herself.

And then, it happened.

Aqualad leaned in, slow and sure, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. And what truly floored Beast Boy was that Raven didn’t flinch. She didn’t pull back or push him away. Instead, she kissed him back, her lips softening into the moment, her hand resting lightly on his arm. It was intimate, quiet, and completely unlike the Raven they had grown used to.

Beast Boy’s mind went blank. His eyes were wide, his thoughts scrambling to make sense of what he had just seen.

Robin didn’t react with surprise; he simply nodded, as if to acknowledge Raven’s choice. Starfire, however, let out a soft squeal of delight, her hands clasping together. “Oh, how wonderful! A kiss of affection! I am so happy for friend Raven!”

Beast Boy, on the other hand, was still processing. His heart felt heavy, like something had shifted—something he wasn’t quite ready to accept. “She… kissed him,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

“And she’s happy,” Starfire added, her voice warm. “That is all that matters.”

Beast Boy didn’t know what to say. His chest felt tight, like something important had been pulled out of place. He had always known Raven wasn’t the easiest person to get close to, but seeing her like this—happy, vulnerable, with someone else—stung more than he expected. He thought he knew her better than anyone. But maybe he didn’t.

“Dude, I… I don’t even know what to say,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Why do you have to say anything?,” Robin said, his voice steady. “She’s allowed to make her own choices, just like any of us.”

Beast Boy nodded, but the knot in his chest didn’t ease. He tried to shake it off, but his mind was a mess of emotions he didn’t know how to handle. For now, all he could do was watch as Raven and Aqualad turned the corner, disappearing from view, leaving behind a version of Raven he wasn’t sure he had been ready to see.

Like she’s feeding him info or talking to him about what she learned and is really jealous when he expresses curiosity/interest in ravens powers/robins abilities

And she goes “what’s so special about them?”

A Tool

Terra

Teen Titans

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Terra stood in the dimly lit alleyway, shadows swallowing her whole as she clutched the communicator tightly in her hand. The cool night air bit at her skin, but the cold she felt inside was worse. Her mind raced, sorting through everything she had gathered over the last few days.

She hadn’t wanted to admit it at first, but she had become good at spying on the Titans. Too good. Every laugh, every shared secret, every vulnerable moment they let her witness—it was all filed away for him, Slade. Her stomach churned at the thought, but she shook it off. This was the deal she made. She had no other choice.

Her grip on the communicator tightened as it buzzed in her hand. She took a breath and pressed the button.

“I’m here,” she muttered, glancing around to make sure she wasn’t being followed.

Slade’s deep voice crackled through the speaker, as cold and commanding as ever. “Report.”

Terra inhaled sharply, steadying herself. “Everything’s normal,” she said quickly, trying to sound casual. “They’re still suspicious of me, but nothing’s changed. Beast Boy’s been acting weird—more distracted than usual. I think he’s still into me.” She hesitated, then added, “It makes it easier to keep an eye on him.”

“Good. What about the others?” Slade’s voice was calm but there was an edge of impatience in it.

Terra’s fingers clenched around the communicator as spoke again. “Robin’s been training harder than usual,” Terra said, her voice dropping as she remembered how intense his sessions had become. “He’s been pushing himself almost nonstop. Like, he barely sleeps. It’s like he’s preparing for something big.”

There was a pause on the other end. Terra could practically hear Slade’s calculating mind working, dissecting every word she fed him. The silence stretched on just long enough to make her uncomfortable.

“And Raven?” Slade finally asked, his tone sharpening with interest.

Terra’s stomach twisted, her hands shaking as she tightened her grip on the communicator. She hated when he asked about Raven. “What about her?” she snapped, unable to hide the bite in her voice.

Slade’s response was smooth, almost amused. “Her powers, I need details. Any new developments? Has she been showing any signs of growth?”

Terra felt a hot surge of jealousy burn through her chest, heating her face. Raven. It was always Raven.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew why Slade was interested in the Titans, especially Robin and Raven. Robin was the perfect soldier—disciplined, relentless, and always strategizing. And Raven… well, her powers were still something of a mystery, even to herself. Dark magic, abilities tied to her emotions—she was unpredictable, dangerous, and that made her valuable to someone like Slade.

But Terra couldn’t help but feel a bitter resentment rise inside her every time he brought them up. Why only them?

She forced herself to calm down, swallowing the knot in her throat before speaking. “Raven’s the same as always. She meditates a lot, keeps to herself. No big changes. I mean, she’s powerful, but… she’s not doing anything special.”

Slade made a low sound, as if considering something. “Keep watching her. I need to know the moment she starts to push limits.”

Terra’s chest tightened, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling up inside her. What’s so special about her anyway? Raven was quiet and withdrawn, always acting like she was too cool to care about anyone. And Robin? Sure, he was a good leader, but Terra had been pulling her own weight, too. She had risked everything, gotten close to the team, played the part perfectly. Why didn’t that ever seem to matter?

She blurted out, her voice harsher than she intended, “What’s so special about them? Why are you so focused on Raven’s powers or Robin’s abilities? They’re nothing you can’t find somewhere else. They’re not invincible!”

The other end of the line went silent again, and for a split second, Terra regretted her outburst. But then Slade’s voice came back, cold and deliberate.

“Careful, Terra,” he warned, his tone laced with icy amusement. “You’re not here to question my decisions. They have potential, which is exactly what I’m looking for. Your job is to gather information, not to compare yourself to them.”

Terra bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream, to tell him that she was just as valuable as they were. That she had potential too. But she couldn’t risk it. Slade was the only one who could teach her to control her powers. The only one who gave her a chance when everyone else had written her off.

“Understood,” she muttered, keeping her voice steady.

“Good,” Slade replied. “Continue observing them closely. Especially Raven. I have a feeling she’s on the verge of something… interesting.”

Terra seethed, her mind racing as the jealousy grew sharper. She had done everything he’d asked. Infiltrated the Titans, gained their trust. Why did it always come back to them? She wasn’t just a pawn in Slade’s game. She was powerful, and she was going to prove it.

“Is that all?” she asked, barely concealing her irritation.

“For now,” Slade said coolly. “I’ll be in touch soon. Don’t disappoint me.”

The line went dead, leaving Terra standing alone in the alleyway, the shadows pressing in around her. She lowered the communicator, her mind a chaotic swirl of anger, jealousy, and something darker—something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Why them? she thought again, her fists clenching at her sides. Why am I not enough?

But no matter how much she stewed in her frustration, deep down, Terra knew the truth. Until she had full control of her powers, until she could match the Titans in every way, she would never be more than Slade’s tool.

And she hated them for that.

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