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why is there no good dick grayson/raven shit anywhere ever
and im talking dick drawn like how he normally is, as nightwing not as his TT 2003 design
and he needs the personality of batfam dick
i cant find one decent piece of art for it
there is one singular good fic for them and its unfinished, hasnt been updated in 5 years
Dick remembered her long time crush on the Atlantean vividly. It was long before he and she were even...whatever it is they were. He'd never even seen that side of Raven before. He hadn't known it existed. This Raven flirted openly and often. She'd toss her hair. Bite her lip. Shake her hips. She'd acted like she wanted nothing more than to take her time at Aqualad's touch tank.
Dick didn't know Raven could house such desires. Before Garth, he'd never seen Raven unabashedly wanting before. Not for the last box of chamomile teabags on the shelf at the market, let alone another being. And for someone to bring that out of her... Someone that wasn'tĀ him. Well, it still made his blood boil just on principle. Even if the only wide blue expanse her nude body now graced were her sheets.
"It doesn't matter," Dick growled. He was done stewing over the past; he intended to make full use of the present. He was sure in his haste he wasn't making much sense tonight, but that didn't stop him. "I don't want anyone flirting with you and I don't want you flirting with anyone else either."
"Why is that?" Raven teased.
He wasn't sure she was taking it seriously, but he couldn't help it. "I don't want you to," Dick repeated. "And I don't think you want to."
"That's presumptuous of you," She quipped. "There was something about the way he filled out a black and blue unitard that sent me completely off the rails..." Raven was driving him mad. He was certain she was enjoying herself more than a little.
But, Garth. That...that...
That nautical knockoff.
"A black and blue unitard?"
"Yep." Raven folded her arms.
"Something as ubiquitous as black and blue spandex is really all it takes to get under your cloak?"
"And a head of impossibly black hairāprobably product enhanced. A winning, photo-op ready smile. Throw in a box of brooding, a forkful of familial issues, and a splash of almost unreasonable moral obligations..." She shrugged and for once he couldn't tell where the sarcasm ended and she began.
But it was her cauldron and Raven's recipe was to be imbibed at her leisure.
"You make us all sound like action figures," Dick scoffed in mock outrage.Ā
"It could start to sound that way, yes," she said casually. "But when you boil it down..." She shrugged as if her point was made.
"Is that all we are to you, Raven? Is that all I am?"
"If the painted on briefs fit." She stifled a snort. "Or bat briefs in your case."
He couldn't tell if she was serious or not, or just toying with him. But he liked it. He wanted to prove himself to her. He was better. He was the original black-haired, blue-unitarded man in her life, after all.
"Raven, I don't know what you're trying to do to me, but I have to admit it's working."
"Oh? Do you like being told you're a product?" Her lips parted wider than needed on the last syllable, so he could just make out her tongue touching the roof of her mouth. And Dick shivered at the memory of what that tongue could do.
He snatched her hand and steered it to his chest, particularly glad he'd spent more time on upper-body this morning. "What else do you think I am?" No longer guided by his own, her touch trickled down to his abs. "Tell me."
"I think, you're..." But with her fingers on his impeccably toned stomach, she was finding it hard to say anything at all. "You're so full of hot air, it's a wonder you need a grappling hook. You could probably just glide over to the next rooftop."
"You think so?" he mused. "Well, I happen to crave an extended session with a rather gifted healer." He bit his lip at the double entendre. "One with a very soothing touch, who's extremely easy on the eyes." Dick's blue gaze shifted over her figure. "Maybe I might have to try it one of these days, see if I stick the landing."
"Pity," she swallowed. "I guess then the Titan's Most Charming Smile Award will go to someone more deserving this year. At long last."
A wide smirk spread across his face. "This smile?" He chuckled. Dick's fingers feathered her wrist and with a swift singular motion, he tugged her closer so he could speak low in her ear. "How about I prove to you once and for all that it's good for something?"
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I hate how some people will try to devalue the Robrae moments in Season 4 by saying that they came out of nowhere or that it couldāve been anyone.
Guess he wasnāt the one who knew her well enough to figure out what was going on in Fear Itself, those small moments in āTerraā and āTitan Risingā where they talked privately never happened, he wasnāt desperately searching for her in āBeast Withinā nor the first person to defend Raven in āNevermoreā, and definitely wasnāt revealed to have been the first person to accept Raven despite her more scary side in āGo!ā
I could go on, but the point is the creators chose him to be the one to help her in Season 4 because he fit best. Yes, to some extent it could have been anyone, but to the same amount as to how it couldāve been anyone who played Beast Boy in Spellbound or Starfire in Deception. Can you really imagine them with, say, Ā Robin instead?
Iām not asking you to drop everything and ship it, just stop trying to discredit their friendship for godās sake!
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