Raven slammed another dusty tome shut and it landed back on a precarious stack. She groaned and pounded her fist, jamming the knuckles straight into her cross legged thighs. She mumbled to herself again.
“Raven?”
And for a while, he’d owned it. Reveled in it, even. But it didn’t exactly endear him to others. Namely…
“Raven?”
“What?” Raven hissed.
The depths of the underworld seemed to rise up in an echo in the column of her throat and lunge toward him, hovering in the air like a thousand suspended daggers waiting to strike at her command.
Jason recoiled ever so slightly, his neck jerking backward as he cleared his throat.
“Well, it’s not that I’m impatient.”
Even if he had been sitting on the floor of her room for over five hours. Quietly. With his legs crossed. How the hell did she do this day in and day out without her ass getting sore? The whole levitating thing probably helped. He probably shouldn’t have been thinking about her ass as often as he did. But he couldn't really be blamed for that, could he?
Could anyone with eyes and a pulse?
“And…uh, it’s not that you’re not doing your best and I don’t want to interrupt you while you work.” Even though she hadn’t spoken anything aloud since he stepped into her chambers.
Other than indecisively muttering to herself on occasion.
“And yet, here you are, you’re interrupting me…” Raven mumbled with just a smidge more unmitigated disgust than Jason would have liked.
With a crooked finger she coaxed a stained, cloth-bound book forward and tucked a chin length lock of hair behind her ear. Was that a coffee stain? Maybe. A spilled potion? He couldn’t tell. Or maybe it was blood…?
Oh Gods, this spell didn’t involve some sort of blood sacrifice, did it? Although, depending on how Raven inflicted said pain, he might not be entirely opposed.
“You’re doing great work here, really. I’m sure you are,” Jason nodded, gesturing vaguely to the theatricality of flickering candles. “And it’s not that I don’t enjoy the vibe, with this whole witchy ASMR situation you’ve got going on.” He shrugged. “But, it’s just…”
She closed the cover and it flew back into its place with the spine stacked neatly next to its fellow. The next book in line landed neatly in her palm, while the rest in the queue waited patiently, as if they were all standing in line for opening day at Jump City’s newest artisanal doughnut shop.
Her flashing eyes flew from the page and up to his own. “Get to the point, Jason?”
“Raven,” he started again. And he tried not to smirk, though he couldn’t help but feel a shred of vindictive pleasure at her annoyance with him. From the undisguised patronizing. The taunts. His proclivity to take up even more space than she allotted for him. From the widened width of his legs to his outstretched arms. But mostly, her inability to figure this out and wrap it up with a big red bow.
“Raven, there’s no place I’d rather be, believe me.” He detected an undertone in her throat that denoted she felt otherwise. "But it’s just really, really hot in here.”
“Hot?” Raven’s face froze. Her lips refused to form their additional question.
“I was referring to the temperature. Not the glassy eyed affect of yours where you stare into space during a trance like some sort of cloaked, stuffed creature.” He gestured to the room. “All these candles are a bit much.”
“So?” Her forehead creased. “They are necessary. You, however…”
“Well, alright, then.” Jason shrugged, sounding as though whatever happened next was on her. “If you refuse to make your little fire hazard up to code, I’ll just have to help myself.”
“Whatever. Just don’t break the circle,” she said dismissively, waving a pale hand at the flickering wax pillars enclosing her lotus positioned body.
Raven’s eyebrows raised as he stripped off his brown leather jacket. He could feel her purple stare searing his skin and he’d be damned if he stopped there. He reached for the hem of skintight black and red spandex and pulled it straight over his head.
“Ah, that’s much better already.” He sighed and laid back, pressing the dome of the Red Hood mask to his forehead. “I’ll confess, I don’t know how you do this every day.”
The purple eyebrows hiked further and further up her face. Then she tilted her face away from his direction, subtly as she could with cheek in hand.
“I wasn’t aware—I suppose I’m used to it.”
“I guess I get how this particular issue wouldn’t occur to you.” Jason swallowed a snicker. “Demonic blood has a certain…shall we say, affinity for flame?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Teen Titans - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Animated Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Raven/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson/Koriand'r
Characters: Raven (Teen Titans), Dick Grayson, Koriand'r (DCU), Victor Stone | Cyborg, Garfield Logan, Rose Wilson, Komand'r (DCU), Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Teen Titans (Animated Series) Setting, Jason Todd is Red X
Summary:
One fortune day the titans get a crime alert but when they get there they realize it has already been handled by a mysterious girl.
She introduces herself as Rose, claiming she had just moved to Jump City. The titans (atleast two of them) are eager to get to know her and invite her to join them for the rest of the day.
I have a question about the batch of Jayrea short stories, you wrote. Within them you basically have Raven and Jason living in an apartment. Now I’ve been in quite a few apartments and I know that depending upon certain factors. Your neighbours can hear you.
So it kinda makes me giggle just imagining a neighbour minding there own business and than all of a sudden hearing “JASON PETER TODD!!!”. The ceiling is shaking and your shadows in your apartment is acting weird. Your stuff is also prone to either shaking or moving depending upon the woman’s temper upstairs.
Like how have we not gotten information on the neighbours? Are they regular people or those in the Superhero world? Maybe even a villain like… Captain Cold rents the apartment because he doesn’t want to deal with Flash all the time or it could be Grifter. How do they perceive the other apartment? Do they think it’s haunted or do the neighbours just roll there eyes and go “Looks like Jason got into a fight with his girlfriend again.”?🧐🤣😋
I am in no way trying to force this issue. I just sorta wanted to ask. Apologies if it’s too much.😅
Hello,
So it's surprising how few heroes and villains live in NYC but I hope you enjoy! =)
Just Pretend to be Normal!
Living in a J. Peter’s Building came with a certain level of expectation and requirements. There’d be no fuckery, no villainry, heroing, drugs, or criminal activity. Which was great, J. Peters was famed for Blue Discounts, First Responder Discounts, as well as Recovering Housing; that recovering housing was for paroled and released criminals barring certain crimes. For the most part, J. Peters was famed for fresh starts, because he would employ many criminals looking for honest second chances, as well as safe homes for all his tenants. Fucking that up was not permitted, the last supervillain to try to turn his apartment in a J. Peters building was evicted so fast, and visited by the Red Hood, the Riddler was still recovering from whiplash.
That said, Slade liked living in his apartment, 3C, which was directly under J. Peters apartment which housed J. Peters and his girlfriend, Rachel Roth. Slade wasn’t fooled by the personas, he was well aware of who J. Peters was, as well as Rachel Roth, but life as a civilian operated smoothly if there was a bit of separation between the two and he never acknowledged what he knew for fact.
Jason Todd, a.k.a. the Red Hood, was in a serious, committed relationship with Raven from the Titans, and they were living a quiet, nonintrusive life, for the most part. That said, Slade was also aware that he only had this apartment so long as Jason looked the other way and left the unspoken rules of decorum about the heroes-villain world away.
That said, Slade also had to look the other way to the oddities of his upstairs neighbors; he was not fucking with an interdimensional demoness, he had learned his fucking lesson!
Today was no different as his daughter was making a rare visit with him, he and Rose were still on uneasy terms, but she was making an effort, so he was trying too. Today they had had a father-daughter outing, and now she was staying the night, he would be taking the couch. He had waved at Rachel in the lobby of their building when she was getting her mail and he was heading out, he was aware that Jason was out wreaking havoc in Gotham.
The night, for the most part was going smoothly, and now Slade was lounging on his couch, reading quietly, Rose had passed out in his room a while ago. He was squinting at the page; he absolutely refused to get reading glasses, he wasn’t fucking old. There was a loud crash, and he raised his brow as he looked over to his sink where the cutlery was rattling.
“Azar Damnit JASON!” Raven shouted, and he looked at his ceiling.
“It’s not that bad!”
“You’re bleeding all over my freshly mopped floor!”
“It’s just a minor flesh wound.”
“You’ve knicked a major artery, you ass!”
“I am feeling lightheaded, little bird, yell at me after I die again.”
“You’re not dying unless I kill you!”
“Now that’d be a hell of a way to go!”
“Get your mind out of the gutter!”
“I’m a street rat!”
“I’m about to have a dead rat for a boyfriend, who the hell were you fighting!?”
“Oh, you know, Dick, Penguin, regular goons…”
“Dick did this!”
“Yes.”
“Imma going to go kill him!”
Salde winced as the shadows flickered in his apartment and then everything was normal again. He shrugged as he went back to reading his book. As he said, so long as he never acknowledged who his neighbors were, they could all pretend to be civilians and not heroes and supervillains.
