Imagine being Raven’s former boyfriend and coming back from the dead, now partnered with Deathstroke.
Anon requested: “Hello, I’m glad you’re back (: . If it’s no trouble may I request a Raven(DC) x Male Reader? Reader is dick Grayson/Nightwing brother and once was a former member of the titans and lover of Raven but was presumed dead after a horrible accident in mission. Maybe he comes back and is now partnered with deathstroke and has a grudge against the titans but later on is reminded of old memories and returns to Raven and they get together again and returns to the Titans.”
Decided to go with DC animated for this one. The imagine is a little different from the request, but I hope you enjoy!
There was so much going on at once. Everything was blurry. He could see people around him but not their faces.
“Y/n!” The sound of his name being called brought his attention to someone, their face smudged like a ruined picture. All he could see was that they had a cloak and hood.
“No!” Looking down, y/n saw a large red stain on his torso. Had something happened? He couldn’t focus on that, there were people who needed him now.
The world went sideways, there was a bright light, a loud noise like a roar, and then—
—y/n woke up with a jolt, sitting up quickly and looking around.
The room was dimly lit and outside you could see the lights of passing cars. There was no fighting, no screams, no blurry faces. A quick glance in the mirror on the wall reflected y/n’s face, skin damp with sweat and hair a ruffled mess.
The dream was the same one y/n had been having for two years since he woke up. There was always fighting, a shout, and then y/n woke up. Maybe it had something to do with his forgotten past.
A sharp knock on his door called y/n’s attention away from his thoughts. Grabbing his knife, y/n crept to the door and opened it slowly.
“L/n.” Recognizing the voice, y/n lowered the knife and opened the door all the way. In the hall of the abandoned apartment stood an old man with an eyepatch.
Slade Wilson was the first person y/n saw when he woke up, and Slade had said y/n was his apprentice. It rubbed y/n wrong but he went with it, seeing as his other option was staying in custody of the hospital (they figured he was around fifteen or sixteen years old).
“What.” Slade ignored the boy’s attitude and tossed a packet of paper at y/n.
“Job for you. Pack your bags and head to Jump City.”
“You don’t have to perform if you don’t want to, y/n.” Little y/n bounced up and down, trying to make himself seem eager to the woman in front of him. Her face wasn’t clear but y/n felt safe around her, like she was someone important to him.
“I want to! If Dick can do it, I can too!” A man came over and placed a hand on y/n’s shoulder.
“Y/n, how about you stay with the lion tamer for now? And next time you can come with us?” Y/n pouted, but nodded in agreement.
“Fine...” The three walked out, and y/n hung back with the lion tamer. Maybe it was for the best, he was still unsteady with the trapeze.
Then the trapeze rope snapped, the crowd screamed, and a shocked y/n screamed for—
The sound of the alarm y/n had set jolted him from his dream. That was a new dream. Did he know the people from it? Who was Dick? Was it an insult towards someone?
“What the hell is going on?” Shaking his head, y/n headed to the bathroom of the hideout Slade had sent him to and splashed water in his face. Today was the day he sprung the trap for the group his employers wanted gone. It was a group of vigilantes commonly known as the Teen Titans, the name setting off a flicker of recognition in y/n’s mind.
It wasn’t important now, y/n mused, as he gathered everything he needed for the trap. His various knives, a small wrist firearm, a retractable bo staff, and one sword that was a gift from Slade.
Three hours later found y/n in a warehouse, waiting for his targets to walk in. Right on cue, a group walked (or in some cases, flew) in the front door, setting off the smoke trap. Y/n jumped down from his perch, the man he had been aiming his sword at barely moving in time.
“Who are you?” Y/n, dressed in his black and orange suit, just twirled his sword like a baton.
“The person hired to get rid of you.” Y/n activated the robots Slade had sent with him, a so-called ‘gift’ from their employer. The yellow and black robots were high tech and skilled in various forms of combat.
“Titans, Go!” The group ran towards y/n and the bots; y/n pulled his sword from its sheath. The leader of the group, an older man in a black and blue suit, went head on with y/n.
“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!” A girl about y/n’s age destroyed several robots at once. Y/n was impressed, he had never seen something like it before. A voice in the back of his head claimed he had seen it before.
“Cute trick, my turn.” Y/n threw a knife towards the cloaked girl. She moved to the side to dodge and very nearly missed being beheaded by y/n’s sword.
So far, things were not going in y/n’s favor. The robots were completely destroyed and now the group was converging on him. Was there one missing?
“Damian, wait!” Y/n turned just in time to be hit in the face with the hilt of a sword. The mask that y/n wore fell from his face, and silence reigned over the Titans.
“...y/n?” The man in black and blue looked like he had seen a ghost. How did he know y/n’s name? Only Slade knew his name!
The sound of energy charging caused y/n to whip his head around, only to be hit with a blast of blue energy. The pain took a moment to register, but when it did it hit y/n like a freight train.
The last thing y/n heard before he passed out was yelling.
“Sorry! The scarab is still on high threat mode!”
“Get up y/n. You need to learn this if you’re going to go on patrol.” Y/n huffed and stood back up, dusting off his clothes.
“Not everyone has your skills, birdbrain.”
“Hey!” A man stepped in, having been watching both boys train.
“That’s enough boys. Alfred has dinner ready, go wash up and get some food.” The black haired boy ran off to wash up, leaving y/n and the man behind.
“...” The man knelt down on one knee and put a hand on y/n’s shoulder. It was quickly shrugged off.
“I’m not as good as Dick. I can’t even do flips right!”
“Y/n, you only just started. And Dick has experience on his side. Just give it time.” Y/n nodded, his face still showing his disappointment. “Come on. I think we can beat your brother to the kitchen.”
“—we can’t just leave him like this.”
“I know that Kori! But you saw him, he was trying to kill us. Y/n would have never done that before. Especially to Raven; he nearly took her head off!” Raven...why did that name sound so familiar to y/n? Like something he knew a long time ago.
“It’s been almost two years Dick. A lot can happen in that time.” There was that name again. Was the man the same person from y/n’s dreams?
There was only one way to find out.
“...Who the hell are you people?” The two jumped and turned towards y/n in surprise. It was the green eyed woman who spoke first.
“Y/n, do you really not know who we are?”
“If I knew you I would have called you by your name.”
“Y/n, my name is Dick Grayson. You’re my little brother.”
“I don’t have a family. I only have my mentor, Slade”
There was a knock at the door, and Kori went to go answer it. There was a muffled argument that slowly became louder.
“Raven wait—” The girl who had been wearing a cloak entered the room, now dressed in civilian clothes.
“Y/n.” His name sounded so familiar coming from her, like a lifetime ago she had known him.
“Do I know you?” The teen frowned slightly.
“It’s me, y/n. It’s Raven. We used to be...we were close.” He shook his head. How dumb did these people think he was?
“Listen, I’m gonna need a lot more than words to prove what you and anyone else is saying about me.”
“I have proof. And I’m sure Dick has some too.” Raven pulled out a photo from her pocket.
Y/n almost didn’t believe what he saw; it was him, but he was younger. In the picture were several other people (some who were in the group y/n had been fighting) including Raven, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.
“...I don’t understand.” Raven placed a hand on his shoulder, the gesture almost familiar to y/n.
“Whatever Slade told you was a lie, y/n. You were a part of our team, our family.” He shrugged the hand off and crossed his arms.
“Then why am I with Slade? Him coming to claim me from the hospital is my earliest memory and that was two years ago. I think I would remember if I died.”
“It really isn’t a good idea to tell him—” Y/n cut Dick off before he could finish his sentence.
“Just tell me. I don’t like secrets.” There was silence all around, then Kori spoke.
“Y/n!” The cloaked figure was calling his name, trying to get him to listen—
“It was on a mission. It wasn’t going well and we were waiting for our ride out. You and Raven were covering our backs when you were injured.” Y/n’s head started throbbing, like the pain was trying to get him to stop remembering.
The red stain on his shirt spread out—
“There was an explosion. We couldn’t get to you in time.” The pain in his head was getting worse, going from a dull ache to a sharp stabbing sensation.
“I need to leave.” Y/n stood up and pushed his way past the three. Outside the room were the others from earlier.
“Y/n wait!” He didn’t know how he found his way out, but as soon as y/n did he headed straight towards the city.
He needed to have a talk with his ‘mentor’.
The Titans followed y/n to an abandoned apartment building. They didn’t find y/n inside, but they did find Slade in what looked to be an old ballroom—now converted to a weapons room. Slade was in the middle of it. If he was surprised that the Titans were here, he wasn’t showing it.
“Not that I don’t enjoy guests—I don’t, by the way—but what the hell are you doing here?”
“Huh, so you figured out the brat was alive. I guess some secrets can’t stay safe.” Dick stepped forward, brandishing his escrima sticks threateningly.
“What did you do to him, Slade?” Slade fingered the handle of his blade but didn’t unsheathe it.
“Easy; took him from the explosion site, paid someone to erase his memories, and trained him to be a weapon. He’s better than you could have ever been.” Dick tensed up and Kori put a hand on his shoulder. He took a breathe and calmed himself down.
“You hurt my brother Slade. Be glad I’m willing to take you in with broken bones rather than in a body bag.” Slade laughed the comment off.
“Do you really—shit!” Slade jerked to the right as a figure descended from the shadows wielding a sword. Y/n’s sword glanced off of Slade’s armor. Had Slade not moved in time, he would have lost his arm. “What are you doing you little bastard?!?!”
“You lied to me Slade! You kept me from my family, my friends!” Y/n charged at Slade again, the old man dodging and pulling out his sword.
“You’d be a nobody without me! You were always stuck in your mentor or your brother’s shadow! Can you tell me this wasn’t better—not being outshone by them constantly?” Y/n just let out a scream and attacked more viciously.
“I’m going to kill you!” The Titans unfroze from their shock and raced after the two. By the time they found Slade, y/n was long gone. Slade was badly injured, but he would live.
Police came and the Titans met them with Slade. No one noticed a lone figure perched on the rooftop watching the commotion. Except for one. Raven flew up to the roof and landed beside y/n.
“Y/n, please don’t leave again.” Y/n shook his head.
“I’m not a Titan. I don’t belong with you guys.” Turning away, y/n was about to jump from the rooftop when Raven grabbed his hand tightly.
“Come on y/n, it’s just a store!” Raven grabbed his hand tightly and pulled a grumbling y/n into a store that featured dark colored, stylish clothes.
“At least stay a little while?” Seeing the look on Raven’s face, y/n sighed and shook his head.
“Fine. Just for a few days. But I’m leaving after that.”
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