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Raven, indifferent : I have a boyfriend.

Chapter 1

Deep-green eyes almost seemed to glow with intensity.

"Yes." I said to Damian. "Of course."

Superman & Batman

Bruce Wayne: You're really asking us that question?

Clark Kent: I think it’d be nice to have Raven as a daughter in-law. 

Bruce Wayne: You can't have her, Kent. She’s too cool. And she fits our aesthetic better.

Clark Kent: You’re Batman: you literally adopt everybody. You tried to adopt Barry once. And you already have Kory, you can't take Raven, too!

Bruce Wayne: She’s already hitting it off with our villains.

Clark Kent: Raven and Luthor could get along; they both meditate and share a genuine disgust towards people.

Bruce Wayne: I can already hear the future screams ringing out from that scenario. 

Nightwing & Starfire

Dick Grayson: Yeah, Damian’s just a more decent human being around Rachel, so...you know. 

Koriand'r: You know, if I married you, and Raven married Damian, we could both have a double wedding AND we’d be sister in-laws. *gasps* We could take one of those family photos on the beach together, where we’re all in the white shirts and denim and we’re jumping! Wouldn't that be so amazing? 

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Conner sat in their usual spot. He looked down at his watch for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. It wasn’t normal for her to be late, especially more than five minutes. Worry began to settle into his stomach with every passing second. His finger hovered over the call button before he felt a soft hand grip the back of his shirt.

“ Sorry,” she huffed out, trying to catch her breath, “class ran late.”

“It’s fine, I was late too.” He, in fact, wasn’t late. Conner showed up thirty minutes early to pick her up her usual tea and chocolate croissant and to reserve her table. “Was it bio?”

“Yes.” Raven rolled her eyes, “Professor Allen loves to hear himself talk, I swear.”

“He’s just excited.” He scooted over slightly, “Did you bring the stuff?”

Raven pulled out a binder of neatly stacked papers, “Homework, quizzes, and tests. He posted the keys on Canvas.”

“Can I see your grades?”

“W-why?”

“So I can see where we need to hit first.”

“Maybe we could review everything?” Raven gripped the laptop, refusing to turn it over.

“Come on, it won’t be that bad.” He pulled on the laptop, slipping it from her grip. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Conner was wrong, very wrong. It wasn’t the worst...but still a long upward fight. A steep, steep fight.

“I knew it was bad,” she mumbled next to him.

“It’s not bad,” he lied, “just probably need to have more study sessions.”

“I don’t think I can afford that.”

“You can pay with a dinner.”

“Will I actually get to pay or will I just sit there?” Raven poked at his side, trying to find a weak spot.

He just shrugged, beginning to go through her paperwork. “I’ll tutor you during dinner.”

“But that doesn’t-”

“Raven. When is your midterm?” He asked blankly.

“Three weeks.”

“And what is your current grade?”

“47%” Raven began to sink into her seat.

“So what will be doing?”

“Studying every chance we get?” Slight regret hinted in her voice.

Damian, who just got back from patrol and isn't in the mood to hear anyone's shit: That's your brain comprehending its own stupidity.

Later...

Raven: Can't you be a little nicer to him?