I only want the fab 5 (+ Kori later on) when they are absolutely insane about each other. The most ride and die you will ever find.
They will never hesitate to square up again anyone who says anything bad about their team mates (and best friends (and lovers)), consistently checking in with each other even (and especially) when they are not meant/ supposed to.
I want them so fucking codependent but also completely unaware bc what do you mean you don’t constantly update your friend group everytime anything happens. What do you mean you don’t just break into your best friends house and sleep in their bed with them when you feel sad. What do you mean you keep secrets from your friends. What do you mean you don’t join your friends when they shower so you can continue your conversation. What do you mean you don’t know where every single scare on your best friend comes from. What do you mean you don’t call their dad a stupid motherfucker to his face. What do you mean you don’t know everything about your best friends.
I want them to have so many inside jokes that they are basically speaking a different language. I want them to share clothes and makeup and accessories to the point where nobody really remembers who owned what first. ( I want everyone to wear the other people’s merch always)
I want them to speak about their siblings like they are shared between the five of them. I want Tim to ask Donna a question when he is too embarrassed to ask Dick, and Cassie to ask Dick when she doesn’t want Donna to know, etc.
I want the mentors to be the other people’s aunt and uncles. ( I want the mentors and adults in their life to have a group chat where they try and help each other keep track of what their kids are doing bc gods know they won’t just tell them, so whenever they have a sleepover or a mission in one persons city, they let’s the rest of the mentors know. I also want the mentors to constantly send ‘baby’ photos and videos of their ‘kids’ in the group chat)
I want the dating history within the group to be so fucking confusing that you need a collage level lecture to understand it from the outside.
I want all of them to be married to other titans, but nobody really remembers who is married to who, especially since most of them are married to multiple people. ( a mix of Vegas weddings, undercover missions that took a turn, space rituals and traditions they got court up in, bets that were won and lost, and very intense dnd campaigns)
I want their private group chat to have more encryptions and protections than pentagon and the batcomputer put together. I want the GC to be filled with Drunken voice notes, homemade memes, pictures that should never see the light of day, secrets and jokes that would get them into soooo much trouble.
I want them to bring one or two titans along to family and work events. I want people to bet on which of the friends will go with Roy vs who will go as Dicks date to the fancy Galas, bc you can bet your ass they will be there as arm candy on their arms. (Having your friends at the Gala is the only thing that makes going to these Galas bearable). I want them to sneak out every time and go to a random fast food restaurant.
I want their fighting styles to be so engrained in each other that it is impossible to figure out who thought who what, and which of them was the first person to introduce this move into the equation.
I want outsiders to look at them and be confused if one of the OG titans are standing alone without one of the other titans. Do you see the vision?
🌙 → Romance (if you like squint? most of it is more fluffy comfort?)
🤍 → Comfort
(Not a lot of warning on this chapter)
Morning quickly weakens the blind as shine boarder the shades. The air carried the scent of burnt coffee as Donna rested against the counter with her body against the counter and her dark liquid cup in her hand.
Dick sat on the same place he was last night this time with his laptop open once again, page of scribbled note scattered around. His expression focuses on the screen razor sharp. Kory moved between them, restless energy in the room.
Donna's gaze fixed on Dick taking a sip of her coffee "So…Let's hear it," she said in a flat tone " You look loke you spent the entire night searching and reading folklore and possible conspiracy sites. What the verdict?"
Dick clicked off something before looking up, his hand rubbing his jaw before speaking " Nymphs - river spirits, tied to natural water source. I am guessing like running water or 'Alive water.' They start fading after they been cut off from it could be that the water dried up or it was destroyed. However, according to some accounts … they can get dangerous. Unstable. Especially if they're desperate.”
Donna frown " That's myth. You don't even know if any of that is real if it's a conspiracy. "
"And you saw her, Donna," Dick snapped at her sharper than he was meant to. His eyes flicked on and off her " She didn't just appear out of nowhere. She's tied to this and somehow. Until we know for sure I am not risking any of my or our chances."
Kory's arm crossed her brows furrowing at the information.
” So, what's the plan then? Contain her like a criminal? Put her in a cell? Accuse her of something we know nothing about? "Her tone interlaced with sarcasm with a under layer of real concern. "She didn't hurt Rachel. She Saved her. And you're already talking about locking her up?"
"She attacked those men," Dick shot back.
"MEN that were taking Rachel and were going to HARM her. She defended herself and Rachel.” Donna corrected his facts with a firm but calm tone of voice.
"She drew Blood."
"And didn't kill him when she could have easily done it. "Donna's eyes narrowed.
The silence stretched, suffocating.
Kory sighed breaking it, her voice on edged but quieter "We don't know enough about her to treat her like a number one criminal. "The person in front of me was not an enemy to me, he was someone who was exhausted. Somone who has given up and is trying not to fight.”
Dick's jaw worked, he didn't answer the question thrown at him. His eyes focused on his notes as he gripped the table with his knuckles.
Donna let her holding breath out through her nose, tilting her head slightly " We need to asl questions before we build prisons."
"That is assuming she'll even come back. "Kory muttered.
"She will" Dick closed his laptop with a snap, eyes landing on his notes again and back at Kory. "They always do.”
The room went silent again.
In the hallway just out of sight Rachel lingered. She pushed her body against the cold wall as her heart pounded with every word that sliced through her entire chest. A cage. Containment. They would never understand Dick would never understand.
Her hand curled into a fist. She knew what she had to do.
Rachel stayed still until the house became completely silent. She moved quietly through the hallway with racing heart before she knocked once before entering Gar's room.
She locked the door behind her pressing her forehead on the cold door. Turing around she saw Gar sat crossed-legged on his bed, comic book open but forgotten in his lap. He looked at through confused blinks. "Uh…hi? you look like your about to confess to a murder or something."
Rachel shot him a look, pressing her lip tight before answering " I heard them. Donna, Kory, Dick… all of them."
"They want to lock her up." Her voice was low, sharp with disbelief. " Dick is the main one. He thinks she's dangerous. Like she's…some kind of creature that exist out of threats."
Gar frowned, comic sliding from his hand., his eyes with even more confusion. "Wait but…What? she didn't hurt you…We both saw it…We all saw it. She could've let those creep drag you off, but she didn't."
"That's what I'm saying!" Rachel hissed, pacing now her hand curling into a fist. "Donna doesn't trust her, but at least she not trying to capture her like an animal… I don't know, she isn't obsessed. Kory too - she even said maybe she's just lost. But DICK- " She stopped, turning on him. "Dick's already planning against her like she is some sort of criminal that batman fights."
Gar sat back, brows knit, running through his hair sighing. He didn't like that. He didn't like that Dick is slowly turning this into a mission when it didn't feel like one. "That just doesn't make sense. why waste time hunting someone or something that isn't causing harm or trouble?"
"Because Dick doesn't see her. He only sees risk.” Rachel voice cracked. She swallowed the lump on her throat. Eye flickering with something desperate. "I saw her. she was protecting me with scared and tired almost like vanishing.
Gar pressed his finger against his knee while feeling restless as his thoughts kept returning to the water glow surrounding you and your protective position and your flickering appearance that suggested you didn't belong to this world.
"So…" he started " What do we do?"
Reachel leaned in, whisper "We find her. Tonight.”
Gar blinked. "Do you mean - sneak out?"
"Yes. Before Dick decides to put her in a cage. Before it's too late.”
Gar mouth twisted they rush of nervousness and infringement ran through his veins "You realize Dick's goanna murder us once he finds out."
Rachel's eyes soften almost pleading. "I don't care. She needs help. We can't just ignore that she is out here, Gar."
Something about the way her voice shook mad his chest tighten. He let out a small breath, rubbing the back of his neck "Alright. Fine. I'll help but if Dick kills us. I'm blaming you."
Rachel showed a short real smile. She sat down beside him, her knees meeting her chest as she wraps her arms around her legs " Deal."
A silent moment fell upon both. neither spoke. Rachel leans ever so slight toward Gar before planting a kiss on his cheek. Whispering a small 'Thank you.'
Kory had found her way over to Dick who was standing near the window watching the outside. "She spoke softly when she said "You're wound tight."
Dick didn't answer. His shoulder squared, jaw tensed his hand twitched slightly ready to reach for a weapon that wasn't even there.
Kory glance over his shoulder her gaze softer now. "She saved her. You cannot ignore that.”
"She also hurt." he muttered. His voice flat and low
"She was attacked."
"The situation remains the same regardless of what she is."
Kory rested her frame near the window where Dick was standing. "What is she, exactly? An enemy? Or just a lonely soul caught in a wrong place at a wrong time.” He voices gentled, she smooths the edge that Dick was on. "What if she's scared? Just like Rachel is. Just like Gar was. Just like… I was.”
Dick turned his frame to face Kory he didn't meet her eyes.
Kory moved nearer to him while her presence brought warmth and stability to the situation " Every battle you have ever fought exists inside you like an active war zone. But not everyone or everything is an enemy, Dick. Sometimes" she passed her hand slipped on Dicks chest. "…sometimes people are lost.”
His breath hitched - barely audible, but she caught it. His mask cracked for a flash second weariness of doubts. His eye found her warms ones at the moment all of his armor fell.
Kory brushed his hand on his neck then down to his edge of his arm. The small gesture extends itself with caution while avoiding any form of insistence because it exists solely as an anchor.
Dick released his breath slowly while his shoulder relaxed. The expression on his face became gentle as his mental struggle against his emotions found temporary peace.
"Kory…" he started, in his true raw voice rarely letting anyone hear it.it was sincere it was venerable.
She smiled slightly to herself because she believed she could penetrate his defensive barriers. " We'll figure it out. Your fear of losing control should not cause you to forget that a monster differs from someone who is suffering from a wounded soul.
Their eyes held, an intimacy that lingers between them, Fragile but undeniable.
Dick straightened up, wall slamming back into reality, but the faintest trace of softness remains in his gaze when he looked back a Kory.
Kory turned around leaving dick with his own though.
Rachel and Gar moved like shadows; they slipped quietly down the hall and out of the back door. Their breath was shallow, their hearts racing each creak of the floor, each groan of the hinges.
The city was quieter at night. The air was hushed ad they moved quickly toward the same place as last night. straight toward the Riverbank.
The tree seems to open up to get some clearing, the faint rush of the river carrying the night. The moonlight painted the scene in a silver palette.
You sat alone, blank in emotions.
The water around you rippled unnaturally forming small circles and shape that collapsed when before one could hold them. It was trying to entertain you in a comforting way. Your eyes Flickered in a light glow - shifting, restless, betraying your turmoil. They were mostly pale a reflection what was going on.
Your body moved slightly under the weighted blanket that the river had placed on you which was not heavy or hard to pull but enough to make you feel alive enough.
You sat on a fallen log that was soften by the growing moss and plants spreading. While nature was cradling you still looked empty.
You tilted you head back watching the moon, drinking it light like it was the last time you'd see it shine as bright as this. You didn't know when you were going to feel this way. How many moons before the brightest pour it lights over you.
Your thoughts wander back to last night. To the girl, the young beautiful girl with wide eyes. She held him with all her strength in every part of her body. the way that she looked fragile. the way she looked lost and sacred in this world. You'd save her. Why? you had broken your rule, the rule of nature to save her.
Maybe you shouldn't have. Maybe this could lead to your possible demise.
You didn't want to be hunted, or to be seen, you didn't want to be feared.
Your chest rose with a shaken breath.
And then-
"I found you."
The whisper was soft with a hint of relief.
You head turned. Rachel stood at the clearing border with her dark eye shining like Christmas lights. She had been holding her breath this entire time. The boy who was a tiger watched you with both amazement and wariness as he stood beside her.
Something in you twitched. You weren't sure if you should feel scared? safe?
From across the log Rachel observed you with the same intensity as if you were a fictional character from a story she had seen you that night but never expected to meet in person.
"You are real," she murmured. " You're really here.”
Her voice trembled, but it was of fear gosh no.it was of hope.
Gar paused for a brief instant to observe you completely from your hair down to your feet. His chest tightened at the sight at your sight. Your hair moved like a black shroud that stuck to your body while you moved through the ocean waves. The way your dress seems like it made out of water, clinging and flowing all at once. The length of your legs peeked out of your dress, the pale under the moonlight. The soft curves of your body, not delicate, but she into something intentional something meant to be art.
Gar experienced his heart rate accelerate as it thudded through his hearing. The most important aspect was the fact that he was there. The strange addicting contradiction your cold skin radiated. Your skin shimmered damp, yet everything felt warm, safer than he had ever felt in month.
He stepped closer, slowly, almost reverently. His voice cracked with a nervous laugh. " Rachel… you weren't lying. Y-you're wow."
Rachel shot him down look, with a warning amusement, before turning toward you. "We wanted to see you. I want to help you. We want to help you. The other doesn't understand… but I think I do…"
Her hand inched toward you face cupping your cheek, hesitantly, shay but brave. "You are not dangerous. You are just…alone.”
The words cut deep, no because they were wrong - but because they were nothing but the truth.
You were alone.
I think this might be a bit longer than the last two chapters.
I'm bored so I'm watching the teen titans special and couples are fighting then it shows starfire, robin, and cyborg fighting does that mean they're in a relationship too
