Title: Let That Be Enough
Fandom: DCU
Rating: K
Characters: Raven, Jason Todd
Length: 638
Content notes: AU, genre - fluff
Author notes: I'm trying to make some kind of AU verse, more in the Young Justice cartoon universe, or something.
Summary: They're just friends, really, despite what they could be.
One thing about being on a team of superheroes was that they gossiped. They might not mean it or even think about it when they mentioned how Bumblebee and the Atom worked many long, lonely hours together, or the cute romance between Wonder Girl and Robin, and how terrifying it must be to get the Talk from the Batman. The Red Hood had only recently returned to the fold, tentatively due to his more violent approach, but even so, he was also the subject of some speculation.
With his return came the presence of Raven, a mysterious sorceress who could be found at Jason’s side more often than not. While Jason tended to stomp around in one foul mood or another, deliberately being contrary to being in stealth mode at all times as taught by the Bat, most tended to know when he was coming and change the subject. But Raven could literally float and was more up to date on the idle chatter than she cared to be.
Raven’s Gotham apartment had become the place Jason went when he probably had a concussion or other injury but didn’t want to go to the mansion because he’d gotten it doing something that would earn him a lecture or disapproving silence. And Dick would smother him. So Jason would crawl through her window at random hours of the night, and his waves of displeasure and pain would rouse her from sleep.
When Raven emerged from her bedroom in a purple robe, she found Jason slumped on her plush leather couch, holding a towel wrapped around ice to his forehead.
“Did you know people think I’m your girlfriend?” Raven asked, sitting on the armrest by his feet.
“What people?”
“Dick, Garfield, Tim, Karen, Cassie, Roy, Jade, that waitress at the café who kept giving me dirty looks when you weren’t looking –“
“Okay, so that’s like. Everybody. So what, like, does no one have a life anymore? Can I have more ice?” He held up the dripping towel and gave her a pathetic, pleading look.
She took it from him, frowning and holding her hand under it to catch the dripping water. “There is an actual ice pack, you know? Bought it just for you.”
“Couldn’t find it.”
“Did you look? ‘Cause it’s in the freezer.”
“So?”
Raven returned from the kitchen and gently placed the blue ice pack on his head.
“Would there be a problem with you being my girlfriend?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe because you have crazy issues.”
“Oh, yeah, ‘cause you’re just so well adjusted. Seriously though. You, me, boyfriend, girlfriend. Bad idea, good idea?”
Raven arched a brow and looked into his slightly, unfocused eyes. He seemed lucid enough, but Jason once had an entire conversation with her discussing ancient philosophy, drunk out of his head and somehow remembered it the next day.
“Jason…are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t even know.”
“Well, you’d be a decent boyfriend.”
“Just decent? Ouch, Rae.”
“And you have a concussion right now. I’m just keeping it real,” she said, completely deadpan.
Jason laughed, finding it incredibly amusing when Raven used any kind of slang phraseology.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Not if you’re cooking.”
Of all her talents, cooking was by far the lowest, being somewhere in the negative category. She had the grace to acknowledge this with only a roll of her eyes.
She picked up the phone. “Takeout. Chinese or Mexican?”
“Pizza.”
“That wasn’t an option.”
“Pizza,” he repeated, his tone wheedling and arms flailing a little.
Sighing, she dialed the number by memory. “Fine, whatever. Because Gotham is so well known for its pizza.”
“You rock. You’d be a totally awesome girlfriend and I wouldn’t deserve you.”
Raven smiled, not necessarily sweetly and patted his knee. “Oh, Jason. I know that.”
Fandom: DCU
Rating: K
Characters: Raven, Jason Todd
Length: 638
Content notes: AU, genre - fluff
Author notes: I'm trying to make some kind of AU verse, more in the Young Justice cartoon universe, or something.
Summary: They're just friends, really, despite what they could be.
One thing about being on a team of superheroes was that they gossiped. They might not mean it or even think about it when they mentioned how Bumblebee and the Atom worked many long, lonely hours together, or the cute romance between Wonder Girl and Robin, and how terrifying it must be to get the Talk from the Batman. The Red Hood had only recently returned to the fold, tentatively due to his more violent approach, but even so, he was also the subject of some speculation.
With his return came the presence of Raven, a mysterious sorceress who could be found at Jason’s side more often than not. While Jason tended to stomp around in one foul mood or another, deliberately being contrary to being in stealth mode at all times as taught by the Bat, most tended to know when he was coming and change the subject. But Raven could literally float and was more up to date on the idle chatter than she cared to be.
Raven’s Gotham apartment had become the place Jason went when he probably had a concussion or other injury but didn’t want to go to the mansion because he’d gotten it doing something that would earn him a lecture or disapproving silence. And Dick would smother him. So Jason would crawl through her window at random hours of the night, and his waves of displeasure and pain would rouse her from sleep.
When Raven emerged from her bedroom in a purple robe, she found Jason slumped on her plush leather couch, holding a towel wrapped around ice to his forehead.
“Did you know people think I’m your girlfriend?” Raven asked, sitting on the armrest by his feet.
“What people?”
“Dick, Garfield, Tim, Karen, Cassie, Roy, Jade, that waitress at the café who kept giving me dirty looks when you weren’t looking –“
“Okay, so that’s like. Everybody. So what, like, does no one have a life anymore? Can I have more ice?” He held up the dripping towel and gave her a pathetic, pleading look.
She took it from him, frowning and holding her hand under it to catch the dripping water. “There is an actual ice pack, you know? Bought it just for you.”
“Couldn’t find it.”
“Did you look? ‘Cause it’s in the freezer.”
“So?”
Raven returned from the kitchen and gently placed the blue ice pack on his head.
“Would there be a problem with you being my girlfriend?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe because you have crazy issues.”
“Oh, yeah, ‘cause you’re just so well adjusted. Seriously though. You, me, boyfriend, girlfriend. Bad idea, good idea?”
Raven arched a brow and looked into his slightly, unfocused eyes. He seemed lucid enough, but Jason once had an entire conversation with her discussing ancient philosophy, drunk out of his head and somehow remembered it the next day.
“Jason…are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
He shrugged.
“I don’t even know.”
“Well, you’d be a decent boyfriend.”
“Just decent? Ouch, Rae.”
“And you have a concussion right now. I’m just keeping it real,” she said, completely deadpan.
Jason laughed, finding it incredibly amusing when Raven used any kind of slang phraseology.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Not if you’re cooking.”
Of all her talents, cooking was by far the lowest, being somewhere in the negative category. She had the grace to acknowledge this with only a roll of her eyes.
She picked up the phone. “Takeout. Chinese or Mexican?”
“Pizza.”
“That wasn’t an option.”
“Pizza,” he repeated, his tone wheedling and arms flailing a little.
Sighing, she dialed the number by memory. “Fine, whatever. Because Gotham is so well known for its pizza.”
“You rock. You’d be a totally awesome girlfriend and I wouldn’t deserve you.”
Raven smiled, not necessarily sweetly and patted his knee. “Oh, Jason. I know that.”
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