#dickxraven

[disgruntledwing]

robrae WIP. never easier for an overworked dick to sleep than when his other half is there to lean on 

[rachelalghul]

Long time no see

[Dick Grayson & Rachel ff]

It had been approximately three years since Raven left the Titans to pursue a normal life she had long for ever since she came to Earth to seek refuge from her destiny that her father had set for her.

Raven left the Tower and went to live in New Jersey, a peaceful town for her. She didn’t need to worry about crime as much as she was when she was living in New York. She didn’t need to worry about people recognizing her. Well, nobody knew her due to her never letting her hood off her head whenever she was in battle. But still, she was looking for a place nobody, nothing would know her, including the air, trees, birds.

When she came to New Jersey, she changed her name to Rachel. Something simple and does not differ much from her birth name. And she lived in a small apartment that had only one bedroom and one small bathroom but well, she lived alone, it was enough for her. The rent wasn’t as high as living in the metropolitan city, but it was still quite pricey for her as her living wage only cost so much. Since she didn’t have any degree for her to get a high paid job; she worked in a cafe during the weekdays and as a cashier at a flower shop during the weekend. Both jobs didn’t pay much, but they were peaceful and calming that she had fun working. She would sometimes learn how to arrange a bouquet of flowers when there weren’t customers. And she had learnt how to brew coffee. She can prepare any type of coffees in her own home now.

Rachel was filling up the bread basket when the bell at the door rang, indicating a customer just walked in. Her delicate body turned around and a small smile appeared on her face as she greeted the customer. “Welcome to Lee Café,”

While she was taking the order from the customer, her manager called her from the kitchen behind. She keyed in the order and politely asked the customer to sit down first whilst waiting for their order to finish.

She went to the back and asked, “Why did you call me?”

Her manager, Lee, the owner of the café pointed to a bag on the kitchen top in front of him, “Rachel, I need you to deliver this to someone,”

“Uhm, we never do deliveries?” Rachel raised her eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeah, but this is for someone important, you know, that heir to the Wayne Enterprise?”

“Ah, him,” how would she not know the heir to the Wayne Enterprise? Dick Grayson, New York’s hearthrob; he had the looks, the height, the body, the wealth. All in all, he was perfect from the head to the bottom. But of course, being the New York’s hearthrob also meant that he was also a heartbreaker. Girls from any range of age fell for him and want him and had their hearts broken in the process.

How can she not know Dick Grayson? When her workmate from her flower shop would not stop talking about him? Maybe because she wasn’t entirely human; but she could not find the desire to like him. How can she like someone that can break her heart in a second? It was enough that her father had already broke her heart.

Rachel crossed her arms, “I can’t drive, you know, I can’t deliver that,”

“You don’t need a car, he’ll come with his car in front of the shop, you just need to wait and deliver his order,” Lee said, and was already walking to the door to exit the kitchen, “I’ll handle things inside here, you go wait outside with his order,”

“But—“ her words cut short when her manager pretended not to hear her word of protest and exited the kitchen.

A sigh left her as she grabbed the brown bag that had a hot panini and a hot coffee inside. “His attitude really does fit his name. Dick.”

She walked out of the kitchen and glared at her manager for making her wait outside for an arrogant customer just because he was someone important. The smell of the black coffee entered her nostrils and suddenly she was reminded of her old leader back then who loved drinking coffee. They were always having breakfast together in the kitchen, he would drink his morning black coffee and she would drink her herbal tea. No talks, just drink in peace.

A harsh wind blew at her and caused her knee length skirt to flew a bit higher than appropriate and she used her powers a little to maintain her skirt down. A few seconds later, a shiny silver lamborghini car approached her slowly and stopped directly in front of her. The windshield rolled down and the so called New York’s hearthrob called out to her, “Lee Café?”

“Hmm yes,” she leaned into the car to give the bag to him. Her eyes wandering around the interior of the expensive car that she would never be able to afford in a million years.

“Raven?”

Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of her birth name. Her face turned slightly for a better view of the famous man in front of her. How did he know her name? Her birth name. Not Rachel. Raven. If he had called out Rachel she would have guess it was due to her nametag on her shirt above her chest.

Her eyes scanned the face of Dick Grayson; piercing blue eyes, sharp jaw with hints of faded scars, a slightly healed crooked nose from what must’ve been a hard punch to the face. On top of all that, his voice was familiar, deeper and huskier, but still had the similarity to her... old leader’s voice.

She strained her eyes and leaned in closer as she whispered, “Robin?”

A knowing grin appeared on his face, brightening up his rough, tired face, “Long time no see, Raven,”

- end -

[notes]

Ever since I read a DickxRaven fanfic by @shewhowillnotbenamed1 on AO3, I’ve been hooked to the ship. I mean, I was a robrae shipper way before damirae, but in the fanfic, Robin was Nightwing and Raven calls him Richard... something I’ve never read before and it’s intriguing.

Also, should I make another part to continue where this left off? Hmmm