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Hi, if you’re in the BBRae fandom, but you also:

- Don’t think there are more than 2 genders

- Consider yourself an anti-sjw

- Are anti-feminist

- Are anti-blacklivesmatter

- Support Trump

- Are pro-life

Then please unfollow me and go away. Better yet, go ahead and block me. I don’t need your terrible political views anywhere near me

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Some random doodle. I was trying to finish BBRae week, so I guess I have to practice how to draw animals.

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I felt in a BBRae mood and this happened… I have no explanation :-)

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BBRae Week: Day 7

Domestic vs Doom Patrol

So, I went with something a bit different here. I already sort of wrote ‘domestic’ with a previous theme, and I wanted this to sort of be a unique concept; a different part of what makes a couple also ‘domestic’. It’s light hearted, but a bit bittersweet, too. I hope I captured it adequately.

Without further ado, the final prompt. Thank you all for reading and/or contributing! It’s been a blast!

She should have known better than to have assumed it was merely a case of the sniffles.

Raven picked up her communicator and dialed the one person she knew she could rely on in times as dire as these.

“I need to speak to Nightwing,” she fretted into the compact screen of the handheld device.

It buzzed to life, crackling black and white static before something bright and explosive could be made out in the background. Whoever the comm was currently attached to had seemingly taken a heavy hit in combat, and was rolling around on the ground, because the next second, all she saw was the tumble of grass, and all she heard were the grunts from the impact.

“You okay there, Gar?!” a familiar voice echoed in the background.

The communicator shifted, as if the changeling had finally noted that it was on. In moments, Raven was greeted by the friendly, and somewhat beaten up, visage of the green shapeshifter.

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Any chance of you starting to tag stories with something to show stories that bbrae starts in? Like they aren't together in the beginning but by the end of the fic they are? If so, thank you!☺️

I’ll give it a shot when I have some spare time, no promises however.

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The Conclusion

Well, it’s been a fun week, but all good things must come to an end. I will still reblog any late submissions I see, but you can still message me to make absolutely sure that I do see it.

Thanks to both mods for helping to put this even together: @azarath-evo and @dragonkyng

And then, a thank you to all contributors:

@vixensheart / @abirdandabeast

@azarath-evo

@officialravendc

@jhwlgh

@serrj215

@samarasketch

@lialee-tcw

@golemxiv

@bearhow2

@kim-katness

@shadowjack12345

@fireflyxrebel

@mirkwood-meriwether

@cross-flame

@teentitaans

@tinkyrae20

Thank you for all your wonderful contributions, and to all of our unseen viewers: Go follow them for more content that they may produce.

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Domestic

“The most important thing in the world is family and love.”-John Wooden

Garfield blinked awake. He squinted into the darkness, his eyes quickly adjusting to the low light. A flash of pale skin caught his attention, and Garfield sat up. “Rae?”

She paused, hovering at the edge of the bed. It was then that Garfield could hear the gentle crying drifting in from the other room. He was up immediately, trying to usher the empath back into bed. “Go on back to sleep, Rae, I’ve got this.”

Raven wavered reluctantly, her gaze darting towards their bedroom door. “Are you sure? He might be hungry.”

Garfield chuckled. “Well, if he is I’ll come get you.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Now go back to sleep, okay?” Garfield didn’t wait for her to answer; instead he padded to the door and slipped out into the hall.

The cries grew louder as Garfield crept through the little apartment. He carefully opened the door and peered within. A smile quickly tugged at his lips as the outline of the crib caught his gaze. Garfield slipped into the room and flipped on a lamp, calmly padding up to the little crib. “Hey, little guy,” he cooed. His sharp nose caught the foul scent of a soiled diaper, and Garfield carefully scooped up the wailing newborn.

Chester Mark Logan, only three weeks old. Raven had picked the name; she’d read it somewhere in one of her many novels. Garfield hadn’t been fond of it at first; after all, he felt his own name sounded old. But after a lot of negotiating, or, on Raven’s end, insisting, the name had grown on him.

Garfield undid his son’s sleeper, mentally bracing himself. He was getting good at changing diapers. It was still disgusting, seeing the weirdly colored poop his child produced, but years of soiled food rotting in the fridge seemed to have prepared him.

The poop was just as bizarre as expected, and Garfield had to hold his breath to take it off and dump it in the trashcan. He snagged a wipe and cleaned Chester up, humming softly under his breath. The little newborn had settled down a bit, seemingly pleased that the soiled diaper was removed. He cooed up at Garfield, his big, purple eyes sparkling in the lamplight. “Hey, little dude,” Garfield murmured. Chester cooed in response, waving his little green fists in the air. It was utterly adorable. Then again, everything about Chester was adorable.

Despite the fact that his son had inherited his…green-ness, Garfield couldn’t see Chester as anything less than perfect. He’d always struggled with feeling attractive and handsome, and it wasn’t until he fell in love with Raven that he started to see that aspect of himself. And now, with Chester, he really saw it. The kid was a handsome little thing, green skin and all.

A pair of arms slipped around his waist, and Garfield jumped in surprise. Raven’s familiar scent washed over him, and he leaned into her touch. “I thought I told you to go back to bed?” he teased. Raven hummed into his back.

“You were taking too long; I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Garfield chuckled. “What, don’t trust me with a diaper?”

His wife pulled away, and he turned to see a smile lighting up her features. He stilled, admiring the joy sparkling in her eyes. Even now, at two o’clock in the morning, wearing rumbled nightclothes and a messy bun, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. And he was lucky enough to call her his wife.

“You’re better with it than I am,” she murmured, her voice light with amusement. Garfield rolled his eyes and grinned. This was surprisingly true. Raven was a pro at figuring out what Chester needed when he cried, thanks to her emphatic abilities no doubt, but changing diapers was not her forte. The first time she tried, Raven had taken one look at the diaper’s contents and fled the room, leaving Garfield to do damage control. Which didn’t quite go so well; he’d nearly thrown up a few times until the diaper was changed and their son was cleaned up.

Now, though, changing diapers was a breeze. Garfield scooped Chester up and cradled him against his chest. He smiled softly as the little baby yawned and snuggled close, already drifting off to dreamland. A light touch grazed his arm, and he looked up to meet Raven’s gentle gaze.

“You’re so good at this,” she said. Garfield grinned.

“Eh, I’m alright. You on the other hand, are a goddess.” His statement earned him an eyeroll and a peck on the cheek, much to his pleasure. Raven leaned on his shoulder and slung her arms around his waist, smiling that beautiful smile he loved so damn much. How he ever got so lucky to have such an amazing family, Garfield didn’t know. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever know, but he wasn’t going to complain. Gifts like these were hard to come by, and he planned on loving his family with everything he had.

“You know, I wasn’t sure if I could have kids,” he murmured. Raven blinked up at him, her smile disappearing.

“Really?”

Garfield shrugged awkwardly, trying not to disturb Chester. “Yeah, well, messed up genes, remember?” He snorted, dropping his gaze to his son. “I mean, I could have gone to a lab and gotten tested or whatever. But…I guess I was afraid of the answer.”

Raven squeezed him in a one arm hug and pressed a kiss onto his shoulder. “It’s alright. I suppose I never knew if I could have children either.” There was a warmth to her voice despite her words, and Garfield blinked at her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I am a half-breed,” she said with a rueful smile. “It was possible I’d be sterile like a mule. However, my father is not mortal, so I already figured things didn’t quite work how they normally would.”

Garfield hummed thoughtfully. She had a point he hadn’t even considered before. Biologically speaking, two species similar enough could copulate, but if they differed too greatly, the resulting offspring was typically sterile. Like mules, for instance. Or ligers. But since Trigon was a demonic entity from another dimension, it made sense that magic was most likely involved.

Which had a tendency to make things a bit…interesting.

Chester stirred in his arms, snagging Garfield’s attention. “Do you think he’ll inherit our powers?”

Raven shrugged. “It’s hard to say. Our powers are so different…there’s no telling what combination could arise.”

They both stared silently at their child, apprehension and wonder filling the air between them. Garfield held him close, feeling suddenly protective. Powers or not, he’d do whatever he could to make Chester’s life as good as he possibly could.

He’d let Chester stay a kid for as long as he could.

Raven carefully pried their son from his arms, cradling him to her chest. “It’s time to let him sleep,” she murmured, shooting him a gentle smile. She kissed Chester’s head and laid him in the cradle, cooing words of comfort under her breath.

Garfield smiled at the sight. What a lucky man he was, indeed.

I got it to work. Victory is mine. Also, Garfield is the best dad, confirmed. 

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Here’s all my submissions for BBRae Week 2017 in one fanfic. I kind of really want to expand on the last one.

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Justice League

The watchtower.

Changeling and Raven had been aboard it for twenty-four days now, and it was still surreal even being here. They had both more than earned their League membership, but actually being recognized for it and standing alongside the likes of Superman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and The Flash was something neither one felt like they would get used to.

Sure there had been a drive to recruit more members for the League, they had joined along with plenty of other heroes such as Doctor Fate, a Japanese woman who just so happened to go by Doctor Light, Blue Beetle, Booster Gold, Mister Miracle, Big Barda, Captain Marvel, and of course Starfire and Cyborg had joined them as well.

But still, having Superman actually tell you “Don’t be afraid to disagree with me, we’re all equals here.” was something neither had seen coming. It was good to see that Superman truly was every bit of a great man as he presented himself to be.

Batman hadn’t paid them much mind. Raven suspected that he didn’t like her, and Changeling did claim that he could take up with him if Batman truly had a problem with her, but she still felt uneasy around the man. He was nothing like Dick Grayson, at least.

Getting love advice from Flash and Green Lantern, however, was the weirdest yet. It was well known among their teammates on the League that she and Changeling were married, and the two had taken it upon themselves to give them advice for the perfect wedding.

Barry was insisting that Wally be Gar’s best man, despite the two barely knowing each other (I mean, nobody could possibly replace Victor as Gar’s best man anyway), and Hal, upon realizing that Raven had no father to walk down the aisle with her had offered to do it for her.

Raven had quickly told him that she’d think about it. She had been considering having Dick do it, but it would just be so weird having somebody her age walk her down the aisle.

Her problem was solved by the unlikeliest of people, however.

Batman had approached her one day, while she was alone. She had been nervous about having to talk to the man who had raised one of the men in her life that she considered a brother, especially one she was convinced had hated her.

“Dick has told me a lot about each of the Titans. How he considers each of you to be his siblings.”

“I’d say Starfire is more like his wife, but yes, he does.”

“Let me walk you down the aisle. I may not have shown it, but I’ve always felt that your team was the best thing to happen to him. I want to consider the Titans an extended part of the Batfamily, if you will let me.

Raven had agreed to his request. It was a more humble and friendly request than she had ever expected from the Dark Knight himself, but she would go on to find that for all his supposed faults, Bruce Wayne was a genuinely good man who cared deeply for his fellow teammates.

It might have been weird at first, but Raven was sure that the Watchtower would be as natural and comfortable to live in as Titans Tower ever was, perhaps even more so. She would just have to make an effort to get to know more of the other teammates besides her beloved, Cyborg, and Starfire.

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Casual Love

“Of all the times for you two to do this, you had to do it today!”

Robin was beyond pissed. He was furious with his teammates, furious enough for his normally amicable personality to give away to nothing but rage and aggression, and he was now directing it purely at Beast Boy and Raven.

The two were wincing, blushing in embarrassment both from the incident, and from being chewed out for it in front of Starfire and Cyborg. Those two were just quietly watching from the sidelines, too afraid to get involved on either side.

“I mean, I get it, I’m not going to tell you guys what you can and can’t do in your personal lives, unless it’s illegal. But did you guys really have to start your little friends with benefits thing off, by having sex in the pool while the Justice League are visiting?”

Yeah, that had happened. The two of them had been going at it in the shallow end of the pool when the whole League, as well as the other Titans had walked in on them. It was a mortifying experience, to say the least.

“Do you two have anything to say for yourselves?”

Beast Boy was the first to respond.

“Dude, what is there to even say? We forgot the visit was today, and made a mistake. We paid the price by having Superman see us naked, what more do you want?”

“It was a one time thing Robin. They never caught us the other times they visited.” Raven added.

“Wait, other times?”

“Yes, that is what I said.”

“You guys know Superman has superhearing, don’t you?”

They both paled.

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Ocean

“Now was this a good idea, or was this a good idea, Rae?”

Raven had to admit that this was actually a rather brilliant idea. Take one of the pods from the ship, cuddle up together, turn on the auto-pilot, and enjoy the sights of the ocean together. Sure beats any date to the Aquariam, or God forbid, SeaWorld.

“You did very good today, beloved.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you call me that, Rae Bae.”

“I can’t say the same about ‘Rae Bae’, however.” She responded while nuzzling up closer to him.

They spent hours together just watching the various sea life, Beast Boy naming off the different species and any interesting fun facts that he could think of. It was an interesting position to be in for once, usually it was Raven explaining things to him while he was rapt with attention. He could listen to her gravelly voice lecture him for hours on just about anything.

But for today, at least, it was his turn to be the smart one as she listened on to his voice talk about different fish, sharks, octopus’, squids, jellyfish, crabs, whales, dolphins, eldritch beings. The whole gambit of ocean life, really.

The lecturing wouldn’t last forever, however. Eventually they both felt themselves getting drowsier and drowsier by the minute, and they got the blanket out that they had brought with them. The couple cuddled up even closer together.

“Hey, Rae?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Wanna make love when we wake up?”

“What, down here?”

“Yeah, would be pretty cool to fool around under the sea, you know?”

“I suppose it would be interesting.”

“Sweet, we’re probably gonna be the only people in the Mile Below Club”

Raven sighed and fell asleep.

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May 7th - Justice League

‘Ahem,’ Flash said briefly. Logan raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m sure you know the drill, guys. I don’t want to have to hurt you.’

‘That’s the benefit of being fucking psychopathic,’ Raven responded. ‘We do want to hurt you.’

They had been waiting on the steps of the Capitol Building for maybe thirty seconds, watching interestedly as crowds of people scattered in chaotic fashion away from the green in front of them. The huge white dome loomed above, providing a suitably dramatic backdrop. Gar bounced on the tips of his toes. ‘Damn, I love this.’ ‘Me too.’ ‘Why did we never do this before, Rae?’ ‘No clue. Ask Dick.’ ‘It is kinda his fault, ain’t it?’ There was a pause. Gar tapped his foot impatiently. ‘Fastest man alive, my ass. It’s been at least a minute since –’

The air in front of them erupted, a thunderclap echoing around the huge space. Raven shielded her eyes, squinting uncomfortably into the glare. ‘Right on time.’

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BBRae Week - Doom Patrol

The flight over to Dayton Manor was a long one. With two rowdy ten-year-olds and a fussy newborn baby, all cramped up in a tiny jet plane, it made the trip all the more tiresome. After the five-hour-long journey, Garfield Logan landed the jet in the private hanger. As soon as he dropped the back loading, ramp on the jet, the two eager children chased each other out of the back of the plane. They were followed quickly by their mother, Raven Logan, who had in her arms a small baby girl, wrapped in a purple blanket.

“Maria, Mark, what have I told you about running off the plane?” Raven yelled after the twins as she tried to catch up to them. Her voice was strained as she fought to keep her emotions under control while also fighting back the growing headache she had developed during the plane ride.

“Oh Raven, dear, don’t worry about it! They’re just excited to see their Nana!” A sickeningly sweet voice called out from the outside of the plane. The owner of the voice, a tall and skinny brunette, was squatting down, arms wide, as the two children ran into her embrace. Beside her was an equally tall man, standing rigid and wearing a blank face. Standing slightly behind him were two other males, one whose face was wrapped in what looked like toilet paper, and the other that looked more like a machine than a man.

“Sorry, Rita, they no better than to run out of the plane like that. They must learn to listen.” Raven retorted as she approached the group of older heroes.

“The girl is right, Rita.” The man standing next to the brunette spoke up in a firm voice. “They need to listen to their mother’s orders.”

Raven nodded her head in agreement. “Thank you, Steve.”

The man ignored her gratitude. “If they start disobeying now, they’ll be a major liability to their team later on.”

Raven frowned at his added comment. “That’s not quite what I –“

“Oh, is that my precious new granddaughter?” Rita interrupted as she stood up and moved her attention to the infant sleeping in Raven’s arms.

Raven’s frown deepened. “Yes it is, but she’s been fusing for several hours now, and a finally just got her to sleep, so if you wouldn’t mind waiting until – “

Again, the older women interrupted her as she reached over and pulled back the blanket to reveal a sleeping, pale and purple-haired child. “Oh she’s adorable!” Rita swooned loudly, causing the child to fidget and awaken. The little bundle blinked opened her violet-grey eyes, before her face scrunched up and a loud screech pierced everyone’s ears.

“And she’s awake…again.” Raven muttered as she began to try to calm the baby wailing in her arms.

“Here, Raven, let me. You look like you could use a break anyway.”

Before Raven could object, Rita stole the baby from her arms, and walked off with the infant still crying over her shoulder. Raven was quick on her trail, trying to persuade her to return the screaming child. The rest of the gang followed them, as they all entered the mansion that was the Dayton residence.

A few seconds later, an exhausted green man, walked off the plane, holding several large bags of luggage and looking disheveled. He looked around the underground hanger for any sign of life.

The man let out a frustrated sigh as he waddled over to the door the others had walked through only moments before. “Oh welcome home honey, we missed you so much!” He mimicked a women’s voice. “Welcome home son, can I help you with those bags?” He said, this time mocking a certain older male’s voice. “Oh Garfield, thank you for getting all of our stuff! You’re the best husband a woman could ever ask for!” He exaggerated in another girly voice.

“Good to see you too, Mom! Thanks, Dad, I’d really appreciate the help! Oh Rae, stop it, you’re making me blush!” He responded to himself as he went after his crazy family.                  

Yep, nothing like a visit to the Doom Patrol.

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Thursday Night (May 7th Domestic +Justice League)

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Raven said almost too quietly to hear.

“Raven you say that every time,” Cyborg replied as he opened the door for her “but every Thursday you’re here with me.”  

“Victor, this still feels wrong.” her voice still muted.

“Raven we both love this and you know it, we are not going to stop. ”

“Garfield is going to find out, what would he think of me?”

“Raven you don’t think he already knows? ” He asked putting his large hand on top of her delicate one.  You have needs and he wouldn’t want you to go without them"  

“Um are you ready to order?”  The waitress asked a slightly confused from the exchange she just witnessed.  

“Oh, sorry. I will have a full rack of the Saint Louis, fries and the baked beans. ” Cyborg replied  

“The Baby backs, baked potato, and the cold slaw please. ” she said as she handed the menu to the waitress. “What were those small things we had last time?”

“Burn ends” Cyborg’s human eye lit up. “Can we get an order of those for the table please” he asked the waitress.  She polity nodded and left to put in their orders.  

“Burnt ends too? You must be hungry” he said before reaching into a basket on the table.

“Since I started my second trimester I can’t remember when I wasn’t she said her gaze lowered to the table.  "Garfield so going to the store almost every day” a hint of embarrassment in her words.

“With that kind of appetite, it must be his kid, still I would think you would be craving wheat germ or something not hickory and molasses” He said between bites of cornbread.

"You really think Garfield knows?” She asked playing with her fingers as if they were not properly attached to her hands.

“He texted me twenty minutes ago to have fun on my date with his wife.” he said as he leaned back on his chair laughing. “So how is lean, green and soon to be a Daddy?”

“You talk to him as much as I do.”

“That’s just Xbox, mostly us trash talking and jabbing each other in game.  Things don’t get too deep when there monsters that need killing. ”

A small smile formed on her lips as she remembered admonishing her husband’s language a few nights before. Beast Boy yelling into the microphone of his headset with Victor on the other end.  "Garfield! You are not going to talk like that around the Baby.” Before he got a chance to respond Victor started laughing so hard that the sound escaped the headphones and into the room.  

“Yes, I have heard your…discussions”  

An easy and warm laugh rose out of Cyborg. “I will try not to rile him up so much when the baby comes” he said grabbing another piece of cornbread from the table.  

Raven had missed that laugh. These meetings were more than satisfying pregnancy cravings for smoked meat. It was good to sit with her adopted brother again. The food came and between bites they reminisced about old times, and traded stories about his new adventures with the JLA, and hers with motherhood and marriage.  

“Is he still is trying to put it together?” He asked leaning back in his chair.

“When I left, he was on his fourth attempt I think,” Raven remembering Beast Boy struggling with the dozens of wood pieces scattered all over the floor. “he is getting closer the crib stood up right for almost 5 minutes before it collapsed.”  

“I can come by Sunday, and see if I can salvage it, that is if Darkside doesn’t attack or Luthor decides not to go golfing this weekend”

“There maybe take out Chinese in it for you if you could also help with the stroller, and maybe the car seat?”

“Your loving hubby is no good with his hands.”

“Oh, yes he is, just not in that way” a small smirk curled her lips.

“Beast Boy is rubbing off on you” he groaned out, trying to push away the mental image.  

“I know, and no one is more disturbed by that then me.  I will be making bad puns any day now, the price you pay for love. ” Raven said running her hand over her belly.

“Well I hope the bambino takes after her mother.”

“His” she corrected “We found out two days ago”  

Cyborgs smile split his face. “AH! Now I know what kind of toys to get!”

“Victor, we don’t want to spoil him”

“You’re not going to. That’s his uncle’s job. ” He said pointing both thumbs at himself.

Cyborg’s and Raven’s relationship was always unique in the group. Maybe it was there bisected natures her being half demon and him being half machine. Maybe it was the fact that no matter happened his priority was the team.  It was times like these that reminded them both about that first meeting.

“I don’t exactly fit in.” She said all those years ago. He replied “He’s green, half of me is metal, and she’s from space. You fit in just fine.”  Cyborg was the first person ever that made her feel accepted.  It was a start of a long road that lead her to loyal friends, a loving husband, a family.  She would not have any of it, if Cyborg hadn’t put his large hand on her shoulder that night long ago.

I did a head cannon a while ago for @teentitansheadcanons #5276  http://teentitansheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/143610997676 Did I have any of you jumping to wrong conclusion in the beginning? 

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Day 7 - Domestic Vs Doom Patrol

Another teeny-tiny short one, I’m afraid.

The birds chirped outside the window of the small, comfortable, suburban house as the young, green man smiled. He was currently mixing up some batter and heating a pan to make some waffles and, as he worked, he cheekily popped one of the waiting blueberries into his mouth. Today was going to be a great day, he just knew it. He’d only been in the house for a month but it already felt like home, largely due to the help his friends had given him in decoration and carting over his junk. Starfire had even made sure to print and frame some team photos for the wall, reminding him of their help and of their friendship.

Not that he didn’t still keep a room at the Tower, of course, just in case. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had to hide behind the armoured shutters in an emergency and, frankly, sometimes the trip to the house from there was too much to face after a particularly grueling battle. So he guessed he had two homes now. Lost in his daydreaming, he jumped when there was a knock at his door. He glanced at the clock - it read 09:30, not too early for visitors but who could it be?

*KNOCK KNOCK*

He wiped his hands on a towel and walked briskly to the door, trying to make himself remotely presentable in his vest and pajama pants. He opened the door…

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Domestic

“The most important thing in the world is family and love.”-John Wooden

Garfield blinked awake. He squinted into the darkness, his eyes quickly adjusting to the low light. A flash of pale skin caught his attention, and Garfield sat up. “Rae?”

She paused, hovering at the edge of the bed. It was then that Garfield could hear the gentle crying drifting in from the other room. He was up immediately, trying to usher the empath back into bed. “Go on back to sleep, Rae, I’ve got this.”

Raven wavered reluctantly, her gaze darting towards their bedroom door. “Are you sure? He might be hungry.”

Garfield chuckled. “Well, if he is I’ll come get you.” He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Now go back to sleep, okay?” Garfield didn’t wait for her to answer; instead he padded to the door and slipped out into the hall.

The cries grew louder as Garfield crept through the little apartment. He carefully opened the door and peered within. A smile quickly tugged at his lips as the outline of the crib caught his gaze. Garfield slipped into the room and flipped on a lamp, calmly padding up to the little crib. “Hey, little guy,” he cooed. His sharp nose caught the foul scent of a soiled diaper, and Garfield carefully scooped up the wailing newborn.

Chester Mark Logan, only three weeks old. Raven had picked the name; she’d read it somewhere in one of her many novels. Garfield hadn’t been fond of it at first; after all, he felt his own name sounded old. But after a lot of negotiating, or, on Raven’s end, insisting, the name had grown on him.

Garfield undid his son’s sleeper, mentally bracing himself. He was getting good at changing diapers. It was still disgusting, seeing the weirdly colored poop his child produced, but years of soiled food rotting in the fridge seemed to have prepared him.

The poop was just as bizarre as expected, and Garfield had to hold his breath to take it off and dump it in the trashcan. He snagged a wipe and cleaned Chester up, humming softly under his breath. The little newborn had settled down a bit, seemingly pleased that the soiled diaper was removed. He cooed up at Garfield, his big, purple eyes sparkling in the lamplight. “Hey, little dude,” Garfield murmured. Chester cooed in response, waving his little green fists in the air. It was utterly adorable. Then again, everything about Chester was adorable.

Despite the fact that his son had inherited his…green-ness, Garfield couldn’t see Chester as anything less than perfect. He’d always struggled with feeling attractive and handsome, and it wasn’t until he fell in love with Raven that he started to see that aspect of himself. And now, with Chester, he really saw it. The kid was a handsome little thing, green skin and all.

A pair of arms slipped around his waist, and Garfield jumped in surprise. Raven’s familiar scent washed over him, and he leaned into her touch. “I thought I told you to go back to bed?” he teased. Raven hummed into his back.

“You were taking too long; I wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Garfield chuckled. “What, don’t trust me with a diaper?”

His wife pulled away, and he turned to see a smile lighting up her features. He stilled, admiring the joy sparkling in her eyes. Even now, at two o’clock in the morning, wearing rumbled nightclothes and a messy bun, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. And he was lucky enough to call her his wife.

“You’re better with it than I am,” she murmured, her voice light with amusement. Garfield rolled his eyes and grinned. This was surprisingly true. Raven was a pro at figuring out what Chester needed when he cried, thanks to her emphatic abilities no doubt, but changing diapers was not her forte. The first time she tried, Raven had taken one look at the diaper’s contents and fled the room, leaving Garfield to do damage control. Which didn’t quite go so well; he’d nearly thrown up a few times until the diaper was changed and their son was cleaned up.

Now, though, changing diapers was a breeze. Garfield scooped Chester up and cradled him against his chest. He smiled softly as the little baby yawned and snuggled close, already drifting off to dreamland. A light touch grazed his arm, and he looked up to meet Raven’s gentle gaze.

“You’re so good at this,” she said. Garfield grinned.

“Eh, I’m alright. You on the other hand, are a goddess.” His statement earned him an eyeroll and a peck on the cheek, much to his pleasure. Raven leaned on his shoulder and slung her arms around his waist, smiling that beautiful smile he loved so damn much. How he ever got so lucky to have such an amazing family, Garfield didn’t know. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever know, but he wasn’t going to complain. Gifts like these were hard to come by, and he planned on loving his family with everything he had.

“You know, I wasn’t sure if I could have kids,” he murmured. Raven blinked up at him, her smile disappearing.

“Really?”

Garfield shrugged awkwardly, trying not to disturb Chester. “Yeah, well, messed up genes, remember?” He snorted, dropping his gaze to his son. “I mean, I could have gone to a lab and gotten tested or whatever. But…I guess I was afraid of the answer.”

Raven squeezed him in a one arm hug and pressed a kiss onto his shoulder. “It’s alright. I suppose I never knew if I could have children either.” There was a warmth to her voice despite her words, and Garfield blinked at her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I am a half-breed,” she said with a rueful smile. “It was possible I’d be sterile like a mule. However, my father is not mortal, so I already figured things didn’t quite work how they normally would.”

Garfield hummed thoughtfully. She had a point he hadn’t even considered before. Biologically speaking, two species similar enough could copulate, but if they differed too greatly, the resulting offspring was typically sterile. Like mules, for instance. Or ligers. But since Trigon was a demonic entity from another dimension, it made sense that magic was most likely involved.

Which had a tendency to make things a bit…interesting.

Chester stirred in his arms, snagging Garfield’s attention. “Do you think he’ll inherit our powers?”

Raven shrugged. “It’s hard to say. Our powers are so different…there’s no telling what combination could arise.”

They both stared silently at their child, apprehension and wonder filling the air between them. Garfield held him close, feeling suddenly protective. Powers or not, he’d do whatever he could to make Chester’s life as good as he possibly could.

He’d let Chester stay a kid for as long as he could.

Raven carefully pried their son from his arms, cradling him to her chest. “It’s time to let him sleep,” she murmured, shooting him a gentle smile. She kissed Chester’s head and laid him in the cradle, cooing words of comfort under her breath.

Garfield smiled at the sight. What a lucky man he was, indeed.

I got it to work. Victory is mine. Also, Garfield is the best dad, confirmed. 

-mod vixensheart

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Justice League BBRae Week Day 7