Fanfic request! I after reading your other fanfics and I loved them! I was hope if you could the prompt “I think you need a doctor” for damirae. I love your writing keep up the great work
It's donneeeeee it's done it's done it's doneeee omgomgomgomg T_T thank you so much for this request... I tried my best with this oneeee.. Did some worldbuilding and stuff... Have at it with MedStudent!Raven AU!
This is the last request I'm taking. :)
Gonna put this on AO3 too <3 Link is upppp <3
DAMIRAE PROMPT REQUEST 13 "You need a doctor."
It's an early Sunday morning in StarFire's Cafe, with a hint of a sunlit glow that drizzles over the city's horizon and a light traffic that accentuates the silent and vibrant scenery. At this point, many citizens are still in their beds with a peaceful day waiting for them….
...and then there's Raven who's shoving 300+ pages of lecture transcripts into her brain for an 80 point evaluation exam on Respiratory diseases.
Her mobile phone beside the pile of sheets lights up, catching her attention. She releases her pen and taps on the screen to check the message. Raven holds back a groan only for a heavy sigh to come out.
It's not unusual for a client to seek her consult on another case involving dark magic right when she has a pile of tasks stacked up for the week.
She highlights some lines and scratches some notes with increasing fervor until the end of the page. The door bell chimes, and she finds a familiar green face waving at her. Raven pauses to raise an eyebrow in recognition, taking a sip of a still chilly Matcha frappe, before she resumes scribbling her last few sentences. Her morning companion, Garfield, busies himself behind the counter, only visiting her table to place a plate of bacon egg sandwich.
"Thanks Gar." She says as she stops her scribbling to take a bite. He shoots her a grin. For someone who just finished a 3-month mission, Garfield manages to appear like he never once had a bruise in his life. His dark eyebags say otherwise.
Raven knows the Night Shift has ended when he's around. Cyborg and Starfire are usually the ones who take care of their night customers. Demons, sorcerers, and other supernatural heroes (and antiheroes) from this realm and other realms frequent this café for business dealings rather than pleasure. She may have seen Zatanna with Doctor Fate and Batman once when she and the other Titans met for another recon mission, but that's a rarity. Night Shift has a magic protocol she herself created (protection spells, invisibility spells, offensive spells, and the like) in order to produce a neutral environment for the purpose of any legal (and allegedly illegal) dealings.
Day Shifts, starting now as the first few customers enter the shop, are for humans.
"Did you check your phone?" Garfield asks while he returns to the table behind the counter, preparing for the day.
"Already did." She replies right before her cellphone receives another message.
"Check again!" He says, chuckling at her gruntled dismay.
Raven touches the phone screen, checking that the message she received was from Damian Wayne, asking (more like demanding) “her assistance over certain perilous matters of the darkest magics.” She ignores the thrill (and a boost to her ego) at the sight of Damian Wayne (who seems to have an annoying glaring problem with her) seeking for her consult. He has a lot of connections (from both villains and heroes) and could have gone for anyone else like Zatanna or Zach through Batman. The Zatara cousins are notoriously famous in all magic communities. Any realms she travels or leisures into and she hears stories of them and not any of them are the same.
Still, as flattered as she is at his gesture no matter how it was only for business and not pleasure, she ignores his message. Her exam isn’t going anywhere soon and Raven does not want to delve into her own complicated feelings with her own soulmate as of the moment. Her emotions, like energy work, take time and effort to untangle themselves. Her heritage and her practice amplify them and while she has more grip with her own empathic abilities, mishaps are unavoidable.
And she doesn’t want to deal with them right now. She’s taken precautions to protect her energy and keep a balanced energy field around her and fortunately for her, humans rarely venture to this coffee shop on Sunday mornings so few customers are around as of the moment.
Unfortunately, today has other plans for her when she catches Damian’s energy at cafe’s alleyway.
Immediately, Raven hovers her hands as subtle as she can over the table and closes her eyes. She targets the surge of energy, and determines that he is alive but feels the dark energy lingering in his wounds. She takes a deep breath and exhales, visualizing an invisible barrier to keep non-Titans and villains away.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos." Once the spell activates, she quickly shoves her stuff into her back and shoots up from her seat, leaving the unfinished beverage she ordered. It's not unusual for students to come and go so she slips past the now crowded line without notice. By the time she exits out of the cafe, her glamour spell has already been on and she's now in her hero uniform.
Raven makes a turn for the alleyway. She doesn't even have to look elsewhere to find his body, not in this cramped space and the ghastly smell of the garbage containers. On instinct, she casts an air freshener spell, flooding the alleyway with a mild floral scent.
Raven pauses as she catches the sight of his body. He's lying supine among the black trash bags, dark magic oozing from his extremities and at the right hypogastric area of his abdomen. It appeared as if someone just dumped him there.
Or... no. It wasn't that someone dropped him from a high area but more so that someone shot him with dark magic and Robin, being Robin, evaded the perpetrator as best as he could and dumped himself into the nearest area that's securely warded by her magic.
"Hello there, fellow citizen." Raven greets him with the usual flat look but she's aware that he sees the amused gleam shining through her lavender eyes.
"Hello." He says through ragged breaths but she hears, "Where the fuck have you been?" from the tone of his voice.
"That looks broken. You need a doctor." She says and it earns a grunt from the boy wonder himself. The silent judgment is already heavy with tension so she eases her energy field in, and focuses her attention on his wounds instead. She kneels by his side and hovers her hands over his body, palms and fingers glowing in deep lavender.
So far nothing damaging along his chest and upper abdominal area. She doesn’t sense any fractures along the trunk, extremities, and spinal area. Only open wounds are the ones brimming with dark magic. But wait-
Shit.
The dark magic is gradually eating through his flesh. So far the upper extremities and the abdomen have superficial damage but it can’t be said for the one on his right shank. Raven keeps her glowing hand hovered on the flesh.
They’re past dermis the now, she notes, but it’s only scratched the surface of the muscle tissue. She calculates that she still has enough time but at the unknowable rate of which the magic is eating at him, it would have been a lot more fatal by the next hour.
It’s now or never, she supposes. She isn’t familiar with the source of the magic but nevertheless, it can be transmuted.
The sorceress keeps her magic glow throughout his body and stands in front of him. She closes her eyes with her palms towards the sky and takes a deep breath, drawing out her mystic power from within, in preparation. She mutters a warding spell and a glowing purple bubble encapsulates the two, containing the unknown magic within.
Raven lifts her arms to the sky and her sigil appears right where they’re situated, glowing brighter than it usually does.
"By the power of Azarath, I seek your guidance. Grant me the strength and the courage to undo the sorcery done on this poor, wretched soul." She whispers. As if to answer her prayer, she feels the power within her brighten ten-fold, engulfing her and Damian in this majestic, blinding white light...
"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos."
..until suddenly, there is nothing but the light.
...
Everything returns to its normal state of equilibrium. Raven completes the ritual and the ward and sigil all dissipate, leaving her with Robin absent of any dark magic. Still, she crouches down again and lifts her glowing white hands towards him, checking for his vitals.
So far, blood pressure, heart rate, and respiratory rate all have normal measurements. There is absence of any contusions, lacerations, abrasions, penetrating wounds, or any other type of wound. The ones done by the dark magic are fully healed and there are no lingering scars.
She, however, feels the fatigue. Whether it's coming from him or her, she can't tell at this point. That was a powerful spell and Raven is going to need all the mental and emotional strength for tomorrow's exam. She reminds herself to sign a leave of absence for a month because ward work is coming for her right after that exam and she needs to amp up her energy shields.
Raven watches his face in the soft incandescence of her lingering magic and.. as much as she feels endeared by him right now, she lets herself feel the annoyance at the emergency call on a Sunday morning.
By Azarath, do they need more sorcerers. This fuckery has to stop.
She is definitely changing numbers.