Title: there's a spark catching fire.
Fandom: Titans.
Characters: Kory/Dick.
Prompt: Drop.
Rating: PG.
Length: 782.
Content warnings: Set post-season 2, spoilers.
Author’s notes: I’m so mad this show never had anyone care about Kory so I’m fixing it. Title is from Coleman Hell’s "Fireproof."
Summary: Kory and Dick talk about Blackfire.


When Kory looks down, her stomach drops.

Dick stands behind her, close enough for her to feel the heat of his body seep through her thick jeans and top. She watches his reflection in the window, the features of his face becoming sharper than the city beyond the Tower.

"So," he says, voice rough. His hands are in the back of his jeans, his shoulders slumped forward. It’s easy to discern he doesn’t know what to do or say. She sees her reflection in the lines of how her body mimics his, her breath lodging in her throat as she fears him breaking the delicate glass she’s built around herself.

"Your sister."

Kory inhales audibly through her nose and lets it out, and the city before her doesn’t quiver. She wonders how long it’ll take for it to shake beneath the foot of Blackfire.

"My sister," she says quietly, sighing loudly. Weight sits on her chest and crushes her bones, but she stands tall despite it all. She’s always been unwavering where Komand’r has always shattered.

Kory thinks to turn around, but she stays where she is, unable to move. It’s easier to speak to his distorted reflection than to him.

"You okay?"

She lets out an amused, short laugh. "No." She shakes her head, pursing her lips angrily. "No," she says again, this time sharper. "I’m not okay."

Dick bows his head, nodding. She can see him lick his lips, shoulders shifting upward. "Is there anything I can do?"

Kory swallows, throat tight, and shakes her head. "No," she says, keeping all the words she wants to say at bay. He can’t help her. He can’t restore Tamaran to what it had been, nor can he resurrect her parents. She knows that Rachel can, and that she would if she so much as uttered the wish to see them standing before her again.

So, she keeps her desires locked tightly in her chest, standing tall, smile stained, the weight on her shoulders hidden beneath her draping jacket. But he sees it, as always. She still wonders if Dick had seen her for who she was long before she remembered.

"You need to stay away from her, Dick," she says, staring at his reflection. While he doesn’t physically turn his head to look away, his eyes do. "Dick," she says firmly. "Do not go after her."

He licks his lips, his rebuttal on the tip of his tongue as he licks the corner. "She hurt you, Kory. We go after the people who hurt the ones we care about."

She furrows her brows and shakes her head. "No." She curls her fingers tightly into her palm and feels them burn, her knuckles turning a familiar orange. "She’s my sister."

"And you’re a Titan," he says, stepping closer. His hand is gentle against her elbow and softly traces her lower arm. He touches her balled, glowing fist gently, his skin untouched by her anger and power. "I’m going to help you, Kory. You should’ve told me."

"It’s my problem."

"Was," he says. "Now it’s ours. We do things together, like a family. I’m not going to lose someone else that I love."

She sucks in a breath, her throat constricting, and grits her teeth so tightly they should crack. His words warm her like the sun and she feels empowered by it, the reaffirmation of the family she has made here. But it only builds her resolve even thicker to do this alone.

Sensing her wall erecting once more, Dick’s arms wrap around her middle. He presses his broad chest against her back, and holds her to him. She knows it’s an uncomfortable display for him, but she’s quick to snap her hands against his, locking him in place.

Resting his chin against her shoulder, she can hear him swallow. "Koriand’r," he says, and she can’t help her smile and amused little whimper. His lips broaden into a smile. "We’re doing this together, whether you like it or not."

Kory smiles wetly, hating the fact her face is wet. She licks at her lips and tightens her throat. He can see her, but his gaze is soft in the reflection of the window. The warmth and solidness of his body warm her in ways the sun never has, and he gives her the privacy to grieve.

Dick stands behind her as a pillar of the strength she already burns inside of herself. She can feel his chest warm her back as her shattered resolve rebuilds along the notches of her spine. He turns his head to kiss her neck, and she holds his hands as hers burn a warm orange and gentle glow.