#TimRae

[zatannaroth]

Tim wanted to see Raven 👀🥰

[jasonrae117]

I'm happy to announce that my latest fic will go live on A03 tomorrow evening!

It is 27 chapters and about 80k words. And I've been dying to share this fact but wanted to wait til it was complete but...

🥁🥁🥁

It is a choose your own adventure fic with multiple endings and storylines!

This fic has been a year in the making and I cant wait for y'all to read it! It is a robrae primary story! And if well receieved may get another book or two 👀

Shoutout to @xaphrin @flyingkiki-primaryblog @andthendk @srose-foxfire @carnationmilk @ravenfan1242 @shewhowillnotbenamed1 and many others whose work, art, and posts kept me going when I wanted to give up! I hope you guys can enjoy my work as much as I love yours!

Hope you can all join me and choose your path with

"The Paths We Take"

[darthvashtique93]

Sleep

The sexual tension had been building and building and building until it finally exploded in an array of words and silent, rude gestures. The hurtful words like 'replacement' and 'demon' may have been exchanged, but not a single voice was raised…there was no shouting. Their teammates only watched in fear as barbs were calmly exchanged between the two.

It had been almost a week since the argument, and he hadn't slept a wink. They were giving each other the silent treatment, and the team had had enough. Right before they called for an intervention, he was called to Gotham. Tim Drake needed to make an appearance in the place of Bruce Wayne, who was off-world.

He slept two hours on the jet, and an hour before the gala. Out of 5 days, he'd slept three hours. After the gala, he had to go on patrol with Nightwing and Red Hood. Both told Red Robin that he "looked like shit and need to sleep." Red Robin snarled out them and sped out of the cave, leaving two very confused brothers behind.

Red Robin was cold. The pelting rain hurt as it landed on his face. He was so tired. At the moment, he was sitting on top of a gargoyle, looking out over the city, with nowhere to hide from the rain. He didn't have the energy to respond to the jokes Nightwing and Red Hood were cracking in his ear.

Now that he was away from the situation, regret began to set in. He had been harsh, but so had she. Still, he was the leader. He could have deescalated the situation. Instead, he threw out the word, 'demon', causing her to respond with the word he hated most - 'replacement.'

Red Robin groaned. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Lately, everything she did either annoyed him or angered him. Like, the way she drummed her fingers on any surface when she was annoyed; the way she stared at him with her knowing, vibrant eyes; and the way she was there to stop him from doing something stupid. Those things drove him crazy. Then there was the way she bit one side of her lip; the way she'd hang her head to hide a blush any time she was complemented; the way her hair draped in front of her face when she tilted her head. Don't even get him started on her hair. He'd felt it once. It was silky soft. He'd also spent time studying her lips that were begging to be kissed. Those things annoyed him to know ends. Why did she have to smile in a way that gave him tingles in multiple places? It pissed him off. She needed to frown more. And her breathing – did she really have to inhale like that every time she caught him gazing at her. It was infuriating. Why couldn't she breathe like a normal human? Red Robin frowned as he remembered she was anything but normal.

Red Robin stood from his spot on the gargoyle and jumped to the flat surface of the roof. He needed to apologize. But why should he be the one to say sorry first? Red Robin shook his head, his soaked hair slapping his face. He needed to figure out his feelings - "Why don't you come in?" Nightwing suggested. "It's almost 4 a.m., and you could use some rest."

"Yeah," Red Hood chimed in, "you've been a real grump tonight. What's your deal?"

Red Robin didn't respond. He couldn't. She was there, in front of him. Standing right there. She'd just emerged from the shadows. 'How long had she been there?' he had asked, ignoring his brothers, who were both speaking in his ear.

She stepped forward, removing her hood. The torrents of rain immediately soaked her hair, and his eyes began to wander. She was saying something, probably apologizing. He was too busy tracking the raindrops rolling down her face to pay attention to her words. His world slowed as he watched her. Before he knew it, he was approaching her with confidence. He stood directly in front of her, looking down into her violet eyes. She took a small step back to put some distance between them.

"Tim," his name slipped from her mouth. Red Robin had had it. Wrapping a strong arm around her waist, he pulled her into his body and placed his lips on top of hers. Suddenly, it all made sense. Though, he really should have known – he'd been in this position before with previous lovers. Only his feelings for her were more intense, and he never kissed Bernard in the rain. "Tim, are you there?" Dick asked. "Tim?"

Red Robin ripped his earpiece from his ear as his lips continued to move against hers. His tracker was still in place, Dick and Jason could reach him if they needed him.

Grabbing her thigh, he placed her leg around his waist, and she immediately wrapped the other leg around his waist. Red Robin pushed her back into the wall for support. Making out on a roof in uniform – Batman would kill him. As if he hasn't done way more on a roof with Catwoman, Red Robin thought as he pressed his hard body into Raven's soft one. Even though he couldn't feel her through his plated armor, his entire body was on fire. The freezing rain did nothing to quench the flames inside of him. "Bed," he whispered breathlessly against her lips. A portal opened, and Red Robin felt himself fall forward. He immediately stuck his hands out, bracing himself so he didn't fall on top of her.

Once he was stable, he ripped off his mask and threw it somewhere in the room before placing his lips over hers again. Her mouth was hot against his, and her lips were so soft. Tim shoved his tongue into her mouth and rubbed it roughly against hers. Raven's groan vibrated against his mouth, and the feeling made him shiver from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He needed to feel her.

He abruptly sat up. Using his teeth, he pulled one glove off his hand while he used his other hand to unclip his cape. Removing his other glove, he too, tossed it somewhere. His lips were back on hers again within a split second. He shuddered when he felt her fingers dig into his scalp. Groaning, he blindly felt for her cape and unclipped it. Yanking the soaking wet fabric out from underneath her, he threw it. It hit the wall before landing on the floor with a splat.

Breathing heavily, Tim looked down at the empath. He could just make out her features in the dark room. Her eyes were purple and bright and seemed to glow. Her breasts moved up and down with every deep breath she took.

Caressing her face, he slowly made his way down to her lips that he softly traced with his thumb. "Beautiful," he said. He then went to work on his uniform, removing his utility belt and dropping it by the side of the bed. He removed his bulletproof-plated armor that she herself had enchanted, making crime fighting a lot safer. Never breaking eye contact, he removed his boots and placed them neatly at the foot of the bed before slowly removing his tights. When he returned to his bed, he was only wearing black briefs. Crawling over Raven, he spread her legs and knelt between them. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands began to slowly, tentatively, reach for him. Tim grabbed her wrists gently and placed them on his waist right above the elastic band. Instead of grabbing the briefs, which he had expected, Raven slowly dragged her hands up his bare chest, feeling each and every ab. Tim inhaled sharply and breathed out slowly. Her hands were so warm and soft. He leaned over her, bracing himself on his hands as she caressed his shoulders down to his arms. She slowly made her way back up to his neck and face, caressing his cheeks and tracing his lip. Tim placed a gentle kiss on her gloved hand. Raven inhaled sharply at the feel.

Tim slowly leaned back down and began to gently kiss her. He kissed her upper lip and then her lower lip as he searched for the catch in the back of her suit. Finding it, he slowly dragged the zipper down her back. Raven arched into him to give him better access. Once it was down her back, she sat up and helped Tim remove her uniform. It took a little longer to remove Raven's than his being that Raven wore a catsuit that stuck like second skin.

Now, they were both in their undergarments. Bracing himself on his forearms, Tim kissed her slowly and languidly with his tongue searching the crevices of her mouth. Raven wrapped her arms around Tim's neck and brought her closer. "Tim," she whispered as they slowly separated, "I'm ready." Tim's eyes widened as he stared down at her in shock and surprise. They'd already gone a lot farther than he'd expected, and he was okay stopping here. Raven placed a hand against his cheek and said, "I want you."

Tim surged forward, fusing their lips together, pressing every inch of his body against hers. His hands wandered and skimmed over every inch of skin, and hers did the same. He was on fire; he needed relief, but imagining the rain freezing rain falling against his skin helped him cool down. His movements slowed and became more controlled. They'd have more opportunities for him to give in and lose self-control, but for now, it was about her. He'd cool down just for her.

Hours later, after rounds and rounds of lovemaking, Tim lay on his side with his arms wrapped around Raven. Every now and then he'd move his thumb up and down against her arm, and she'd shiver against him. His body was slowly coming back to life with each shiver. He exhaled heavily. His body was ready for another round, but his brain one out in the end. There was no doubt in his mind that she was sore. He was sore. She had initiated things Tim didn't think she was ready for, but she once again, proved him wrong. Kissing her hair as she snuggled deeper against him, Tim closed his eyes and finally slept.

[jvanie]

In the history of forever

[flyingkiki]

Ours (1/?)

Leila. "Daughter of the night."

It was a surprise Tim wasn't ready for.

Or

How one night close to five years ago would change everything for Tim and Raven.

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Chapter 1

“Hey, I’m in Gotham,”

The message seemed strangely out of the blue to be sent at 4:23 in the morning, but when he saw the ID on his phone Tim sat up in bed and stared at the screen. Whatever dregs of sleep he felt disappeared instantly.

Rachel R.

Not wasting time, he called her. Raven picked up on the second ring.

“Hey,” her voice drifted through the phone, her voice soft and familiar. 

“Hey yourself,” Tim greeted, smiling into the phone and slowly rolling out of bed. It was nice to hear from Raven again after all those years. After she quit the team, they barely heard from her. Raven said she wanted a normal life, away from their superhero work. While with the Titan’s she had gone to a community college in San Francisco and it didn’t come much of a surprise she got into grad school right away on an academic scholarship. “It’s been ages,”

Raven hummed, her voice just a little distant. “Yeah, it has. Sorry for the early morning text,” she said. He could hear her moving around, plates rattling in the background. Probably preparing her morning tea, he thought. He could picture her making her favorite blend of herbal tea, the memory of her in the Tower still familiar to him. 

Tim entered his own kitchen and placed her on speaker as he started preparing his coffee. He set his phone on the large granite counter. “Don’t worry about it,” he assured and started puttering around in his kitchen. “What brings you to Gotham? Do the others know?”

There was a brief pause from the other line and Tim stopped dumping heaping portions of coffee into his old coffee maker. Multi-millionaire and he still had yet to buy a decent espresso machine. His brows furrowed at the silence.

“Just some personal stuff,” Raven finally replied. There was some distant noise and a door closing in the background. He heard the line rustle with her movements. 

“I see,” he breathed with piqued interest. In the last five years or so, Raven barely stayed in touch. She kept the team updated on her travels across the globe, but barely delved deep on her personal life beyond her life as a research assistant and her latest whereabouts. This was new. He knew that Raven’s mother was originally from Gotham and with the ex-Titan wandering around the globe, he assumed she had some business to take care of. 

“Do you need help with anything? Are you alright?” he asked, suddenly standing still and waiting for her reaction. Worry laced his tone and he tried to pick up anything that felt out of the ordinary. “Just say the code,”

Raven released a soft huff of laughter, the sound familiar to his ears and he visibly relaxed around his coffee. She did not sound in distress. “I’m fine,” she said. 

Tim stared at his phone waiting for her to continue as a pregnant pause filled the air. He heard her line rustle again. “Raven?” he prodded gently.

“Sorry,” Raven breathed. “Got a little distracted,” she said over the clatter of plates. He wondered where she was. That sounded way too much china for just morning tea, breakfast perhaps?

“How long will you be in Gotham?” he asked. Tim checked the time on his phone, making sure he still had enough time to get ready for work and make it on time. He had a meeting with R&D in the morning and he had hoped not to come in late today. 

Raven hummed. “I’m not sure, for a while, I think,” she said. 

Tim frowned at how distracted she sounded.  He wondered if she truly was alright, her voice seemed distant. “That’s great. You think we could catch up?” he asked while picking up his phone and coffee and heading back into his bedroom to get ready. 

“Actually, yeah, that’s why I’m calling,” replied Raven, there was a waver in her voice that Tim could not quite place. “Do you think we could meet up?”

Tim blinked, mildly surprised at the offer. “That’d be great,” he said, hiding the surprise in his tone. How strange for Raven to initiate a meet-up. His curiosity picked up and he blinked at his reflection in his bedroom mirror, mildly wondering why she wanted to meet up. Raven barely did social calls. “When?”

“Are you free later, after work?” 

—

While Monday’s were always terrible, Wednesdays were the worst for Tim. Mid-week meant meetings with the Audit department, review of project proposals, a stack of finance documents to review and sign, and project update meetings, and business planning for the new joint venture. Lunch was something he hardly tasted, barely touched it and had it whisked away from him as fast as it arrived. The rest of his Wednesday was spent neck deep in reports, Tim had barely some time to breathe.

His stomach churned from either hunger or his nth cup of coffee today. Or, he chalked it up to the curiosity that came with seeing his teammate after so long. While a million questions ran through his mind, Tim genuinely hoped that Raven was alright and in no way in any trouble. Social calls were hardly her thing.

Tim had just gotten back from work, surprisingly still daytime (a first in his entire career) and busied himself in the kitchen. Raven would drop by any minute, she had insisted on just coming over instead of meeting at a cafe. After throwing his suit jacket over one of the kitchen stools (a terrible habit he still had to outgrow, despite his age), he rolled up the sleeves of his white business shirt and prepared a plate of crackers. Alfred would have his head if he didn’t prepare at least something to nibble on for his guest.

It didn’t take long until his alarm system notified him that someone was outside the building, waiting to be let in. Briefly checking through his phone that it was indeed Raven, he buzzed her in. “Come on in,” he spoke through his phone, tapping a button and letting her through security. 

When he made it to his front door, he heard Raven softly knock against the reinforced door. Swinging open the door, Tim smiled. “Hey,”

Raven looked the same from how he remembered her five years ago. Her hair came longer now, black hair cascading past her shoulders. Her ruby jewel on her forehead was gone and turned into a pendant. Dressed simply in a pair of jeans and stylish black sweater and oversized jean jacket, Raven smiled at Tim. 

“Hey,” she mumbled, familiar blue eyes bright as they stared up at him. Raven sounded the same, and much to Tim’s relief he noted no signs of distress. Perhaps he was just overthinking everything.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside to allow her to pass through and moving to close the door after her. He stood awkwardly by his now closed door and watched her briefly glance at the tastefully decorated hallway. For a brief moment he panicked, unsure what to do — could they hug? Was she okay with hugs now? Was a handshake okay? Or should he just wave?

Raven seemed to sense the mild awkwardness and she stepped into his space and took him by surprise and hugged him. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder, she barely came up to his chin as she stood on her tippy toes.

“Raven, it’s been years,” he chuckled and squeezed her small form. Tim wondered if she had gotten smaller, if that were even possible. 

Raven hummed in agreement and stepped out of the hug. She sent him a smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes, but then again, Raven barely smiled. He ushered her into the apartment, directed her where to hang up her jacket, and told her to take a seat in the living room while he went to get them something to drink.

“You really didn’t need to prepare anything,” Raven called after him. Tim laughed and shot her an amused grin over his shoulder. “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t offer my guest something to eat and drink?”

Raven made a face, her calm expression crumpling as she wrinkled her nose. “Host?” she teased. 

Tim left her to her own devices, likely perusing his book collection along the large wall that led to his home office. When he returned moments later, sure enough he found her reading the backcover of a book. Little Women, First Edition.

“You know you can borrow anything you’d like,” he announced while setting the large tray with crackers and tea on the living room coffee table. 

“It’s a first edition,” Raven noted in mild surprise, gently cradling the book to her chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before here,”

Over the course of their time together with the Titans, Raven had visited his apartment a handful of times. Each visit had her inspecting his book collection, commenting on his lack of classics, and how he could have impossibly not read every management book that lined shelves. (“Some of these look like they never were opened,” she told him dryly, eyeing a Peter Drucker book in amusement.)

“I took that from the Manor a while back,” Tim told her. “You could borrow it if you’d like,” he motioned her to join him on his ridiculously large leather couch. He set a steaming mug of tea, prepared to her liking (as far as he could remember), in front of the empty space next to him. “Now come here, have some tea, and you can pick books you can borrow later,”

Over the course of years he had known her, Tim easily spotted the brief moment of hesitancy that crossed Raven’s face. She hugged the book tighter to her chest and shuffled towards the couch and slowly sat down next to him, just a fraction of a distance away from him. He could smell the familiar scent of her lavender perfume. Setting the book on the table, Raven carefully reached for the steaming mug of tea and took a tentative sip. 

“Well?” Tim asked, smiling and casually angling his body to face her, hoping to break the seemingly awkward silence that stretched through the air. 

Raven smiled over the mug. “This is good, you remembered,”

Tim grinned teasingly. “Hard to forget when you chugged tea every hour of every day,” His smile grew when the tension left Raven’s shoulders and she released a small huff of laughter. 

“As if you’re any different with your coffee,” Raven shot back.

They fell into an easy conversation, quickly catching up on the years apart. Tim learned Raven had traveled quite a bit over time, spending most of her time in Asia and Europe consulting on ancient literature research with local universities. She enjoyed her time in Europe and the slow travel to different countries by train. Tim thought it seemed very much like Raven to enjoy traveling at such a leisurely pace. This was the first time she was back in America after close to five years.

“So what brings you to Gotham?” Tim asked, after they shared a laugh over old memories of the Titans. 

Raven blinked, and that distracted energy he noted from her came back. He watched her blink, the corners of her lips lifting tentatively as she shot him a brief glance before turning back to the now cold tea. 

“It’s complicated,” Raven began and absently tapped the side of her mug. She stared at the plate of crackers, seemingly briefly lost in thought. Tim patiently gave her time to collect her thoughts, worry slowly brewing in the pit of his stomach. 

“Raven?” he gently prodded.

“I have a daughter,” she announced without much preamble.

Tim blinked, genuinely surprised at the announcement. Well, that wasn’t what he was expecting. 

“Oh, wow,” he breathed. He watched her worriedly stare at him, as if studying his reaction. “Congratulations, Rae. That’s awesome,” Raven offered him a small smile, she looked sheepish and inhaled deeply, as if collecting her thoughts. “This is great news,”

The corner of Raven’s lips curled into a wry smile. “Her name is Leila,” Raven carried on and suddenly broke eye contact. Tim watched her in mild worry as she absently stared at the orange teapot Alfred gifted him as a housewarming gift many years ago. “She’ll turn four this year. She’s a very smart little girl. She likes books, going to the park, going to the beach, playing with dolls and Lego, dancing, and drawing,” A fond smile plays on Raven’s lips as she thinks of her daughter. “She’s talks a lot and asks a lot of questions,”

Tim smiles as he pictures a little girl that looked exactly like Raven. The image couldn’t be cuter. His smile grows at the thought. “She sounds wonderful, Raven,” 

Raven looked at him and caught his gaze, she smiled at him like any mother proud of her child. “She is,” 

“You should have brought her with you,” Tim told her. Tilting his head curiously, he watched her body stiffen. “Who is looking after her while you’re here?” He paused, wondering if it was the right time to ask. “The father?”

“She’s at daycare,” Raven answered, not really answering his question. Inhaling deeply, Raven set her cold tea on the coffee table in front of them. She stared at it for a moment, as if seemingly studying the intricate patterns that danced on its surface. 

“Raven?” Tim looked at her in confusion, worry again starting to creep up slowly in his stomach. Was Raven alright? Was her daughter safe? What was going on?

Raven blinked, breaking out of her stupor, and she looked up at Tim, an unreadable expression crossed her face. “When I said I wanted to leave the Titans for a more normal life, I guess I truly got that,” she said wryly. As if catching Tim’s concern, she caught his confused gaze and she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Tim had never seen Raven look so hesitant. 

“When I left the Titans, I did not know I was six weeks pregnant, Tim,” she said. There was a brokenness in her voice in her confession that made his heart jump into his throat. His stomach churned uneasily as his mind began to process the information. 

Raven’s eyes widened in alarm, as if sensing Tim’s jump of emotions. She watched him go rigid, staring at her in alarm. “I didn’t know, until a few weeks later. I guess half-demons show pregnancy symptoms late in the cycle,” she explained, her smile wry.

“Raven,” Tim’s voice sounded strained, as waves of emotions suddenly seemed to swell in his stomach. Thought after thought ran through his mind, how could he have missed a pregnant teammate?  His stomach heaved.

“Leila has been asking a lot about her father,” Raven whispered. There’s a hesitancy and brokenness in her voice that made Tim worry even more. “She wonders where her father is and she’s such a curious child. And I can’t –” Raven paused, her voice wavering and her breathing hitched as she sensed Tim’s spike of emotions. Her blue eyes locked with Tim’s alarmed dark blue ones. 

“She deserves to know her father. And her father deserves to know she exists,”

Tim’s ears started to ring as he finally processed the information. Six months pregnant once she left the Titans. Six months — “Raven,” Tim hissed, his breathing hitching and his chest tightening. He felt breathless, his ears continued to ring loudly, and it felt like the world was spinning out of control. A distant memory, clear yet faint crossed his mind, that had his heart stutter and suddenly his world titled to the side. 

Fuck.

“Tim,” He heard her despite the mad ringing in his ears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. She pressed on, her voice a mad mix of apologetic and panic. Her face crumpled into deep regret, her eyes trying to catch his panicked stare. “I tried to tell you —” she whispered and Tim felt his world explode. 

Oh shit.

“But I couldn’t, I was scared, I didn’t know what you’d do, what the Justice League would do, I as afraid they’d take her away from me, I did not know how you’d react, you were with Stephanie again soon after, and I was embarrassed and just scared,” her words were a jumbled mess, her voice uncharacteristically rose with a mix of emotions. Her blue eyes shone with unshed tears. “I am so sorry, Tim,”

Tim felt like the wind was knocked out of his chest and he inhaled shakily, desperately trying to find air to breathe. “So she’s —”

“She’s yours,”

~~

Notes:

Well, so here's that. Just another wild idea I could not let go of. I had to write. I always wanted to explore the idea of Tim as a father, I knew he was good with kids and the idea kind of grew on me over time. I know I have a couple of other stories in the works, but this one I'll keep short, just so I can let go of this plot bunny that's been bothering me for a while.

I wonder how I two birbs will navigate parenthood together?

[xaphrin]

YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE IDIOTS TOGETHER.

- - -

Tim flopped into the plush chair by the window, his head fell back against his shoulders and he stared at the ceiling of his posh hotel room. A low groan escaped his throat and he ran a hand over his face, wishing he could be anywhere but here. In fact, he’d rather be back with the Titans over this damned conference on the other side of the world.  

These tech conferences were always a mixture of innovation and annoyance. On one hand, Tim could learn about all the potential new technologies that could be incorporated into Wayne Industries - and subsequently the rest of the Bat family. And, on the other hand, he had to deal with people vying for his attention every single moment. Everyone was trying to suck up to him, and beg for funding from the tech giant of Wayne Industries. 

He sighed and kicked off his shoes, splaying his legs out in front of him. He needed a stiff drink. 

“You look like someone ran you over with a truck.”

He jerked up in his chair and turned around to see Raven sitting on the bed, her legs crossed almost primly. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, hoping his exhaustion wasn’t playing tricks on him. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in San Francisco.”

“I can cross dimensions in moments.” She stood up and moved towards him, her cloak sliding around her ankles like a tease. “Do you think the width of the world will keep me away?”

“Didn’t you have a mission that you needed to be on?”

“Taken care of.” Raven pulled her hood back and gave him a suspicious stare, sensing his apprehension and surprise at seeing her here in his hotel room. “Are you upset that I decided to come halfway around the world to see you?”

“No!” He pitched forward and tangled his fingers in the hem of her cloak, pulling her towards him. He could smell the scent of lavender and vanilla clinging to the air around her, and it made the tension in his shoulders ease a little. “I’m just… tired. And I wasn’t expecting you… here. I thought you would be tangled up in missions and training.”

“Mm. You seem to be under the impression that the team doesn’t run as efficiently without you. But you’d be mistaken.” Raven settled in his lap easily, draping her legs over his thighs. She moved to unbutton the first few buttons of his shirt. “I thought I would play the part of the good girlfriend and come see you after your very long day of listening to people beg for a chance at being part of Wayne R and D.”

“Well… ” He leaned his face up towards hers, capturing her lower lip in his teeth as his hand slid under her cloak to stroke the soft skin of her thigh. “… I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Thinking of me when you could clearly be enjoying your time alone.”

Raven smirked and ran her fingers through his hair, leaning into his kiss. “It’s not quite the same without you.”  

He gave a soft chuckle, and kissed her again, practically stealing the breath from her lips. His exhaustion seemed like nothing more than a mild inconvenience now. He knew he was supposed to be meeting a group of people for drinks and to discuss an acquisition, but this was far more important. Raven would always be more important. 

She moaned against him, her hands tightening in his hair almost painfully. Lightning zipped down his spine, and he pushed himself closer to her soft curves and desperate touches. Tim’s hand slid up over her hip to her breast, cupping it through the fine material of her uniform. She writhed against his touch, and her teeth sunk deep into his lower lip. His blood was boiling in his veins, lighting him on fire. 

He kissed her until his mouth felt sore and his body trembled with need. Every sane thought was escaping him, until all he could think about was wanting to strip her bare and fucking her on every flat surface he could find in his hotel room. Twice. Raven always knew how to get him riled up, and how to make him feel like he was going to disintegrate under her touch. She took pride in it. 

“... I know Mr. Drake’s room is around here somewhere…”

Raven blinked and pulled back from his kiss, stilling as they both heard the door click open. Had Tim not locked it? Or did someone hack the electronic lock? Tim watched as the two people he was supposed to meet for cocktails wandered into the room. They looked at Raven and then at Tim, before looking back at each other, clearly surprised. 

“Is that…”

“… a Titan?”

With a soft curse, Raven glared at both of them before she yanked her hood back up over her face and disappeared into the shadows. Tim sat there, his clothes disheveled, his lips swollen, and his obvious erection pressing against his trousers. He glowered at the two men in front of him, trying to think of all the ways he could possibly make them suffer. 

“Great fucking timing.”   

[sporadically-sexy]

Tim Bitching Ra’s

A little A/B/O notfic I put together about Tim bitching Ra’s. Bitching in the omegaverse is turning an alpha into an omega through the use of gratuitous sex and in this case noncon. This is obviously rated E for explicit!

Content Warning: noncon, forced A/B/O gender reassignment, forced mpreg, some incest, sort of Batcest but not really

So this is a society where omegas are pretty rare. Bitching can only be done with the person’s formal consent, but it's almost never done because it's really hard to get your hands on the right materials and tools. Obviously not a problem for billionaire Tim Wayne. Ra's has been captured, declared insane, and sentenced to Arkham. Arkham signs off on him being bitched, which they can do because he's been declared insane and they have legal custody. As an omega, he'll be kept nice and docile and bred, and therefore not a threat. So he gets signed into the custody of Tim Wayne. Because Tim has legal custody of Ra’s, he gets complete and total control over him.

Tim obviously take this responsibility very seriously. He keeps Ra's bound in a mating presentation position. He's gagged with a dildo gag most of the time, which they steadily increase in size to allow time for his jaw to get used to it and to train his gag reflex. After all, Tim is not small (Tripod Tim! Tripod Tim!) and any good omega has to be able to take their alpha in any hole. But when Tim wants to use his mouth, they use a custom make o-ring that keeps it open wide enough for Tim to fit, so Ra’s can’t bite down. And of course toys are used so his hole is ready for constant use. He's kept in a nest his alpha constructed for him and which Tim scented all over, so he's constantly surrounded by his alpha's scent. His own scent glands are covered with omega pheromones so he can't smell his own alpha scent. He's injected with hormones that are basically HRT, so eventually his own scent changes to make him smell like an omega. His scenting glands become more omegan too, and eventually, once he's been on HRT long enough Tim will give him the equivalent of a mating bite, which will help confuse his body and move the transition along. Tim keeps his cock caged, not only so that it can't get hard at all, but so it can't grow to its full size, because omegas don't need such large cocks. Tim is of course a very attentive alpha. He feeds Ra's himself from his own hands, so Ra's is dependent on him for food, and coos over him, telling him what a good omega he is. When Tim can't be with Ra's in person– he is after all a very busy alpha– he sets voice recordings, so Ra's can always hear Tim telling him what a good little omega he is, how perfect he'll look when he's nice and round with Tim's pups. After all, he wanted an heir with Tim so badly, it only makes sense that he'll carry it for him. And of course he spends plenty of time knotting his good little omega. He takes his time with it. Tim knows he's big, and his knot is even bigger, and Ra's pussy is not ready to take him right from the start. In the beginning he has to satisfy himself with coming on his little omega, or mixing his cum in with his food.

But cum is a very important part of any omega's diet, and Tim is a very good alpha. He attends to his omegas every need, making sure he gets exactly the right amount of food and exercise. Eventually, after he's been on hormones for a while, they inject him with something that will put him through a false heat. It's the only time he's allowed out of his restraints. Tim gently reminds him that if Ra's really wanted to escape, he could have. After all, he’s a much better fighter than Tim. But instead he spent the whole time begging for Tim's knot. There are cameras that captured the whole thing, and Tim makes a point to keep it playing on a loop, so Ra’s is constantly surrounded by the sounds and visuals of himself begging for Tim’s knot. (Unless Tim is there. Then he gets a break from it... if Tim feels like it. Sometimes he keeps it playing so he can torment Ra’s, remind him how sweetly he begged for Tim’s knot.) Ra's obviously does not take this lying down. He tries to escape. Of course, Tim had tested his restraints out on the Bat Clan, so he has no hope of actually escaping. But Tim let him try, if only so he could punish him when he failed. Tim is very careful not to leave permanent marks. He doesn't want to disfigure his omega too badly. But a whipping scar or two is acceptable. The easiest and most effective punishment is to take his frustrations out of Ra's poor locked up cock and balls. Tim especially likes spanking him on the balls, he loves the way it makes Ra's howl. And after all, a cock on an omega is basically just a useless clit, so it's fine to hurt it. Ra's is being forcibly omegaized. Dealer's choice whether he gets actual proper boobs or just technically has the right breast tissue, but Tim's been massaging them and dousing Ra's in pup hormones to try and make him lactate. And not just any pup hormones, but Damian's pup hormones, scented when Damian was sick and in pain. Damian is already blood related to Ra's, so it really fucks with him to smell his pup in distress. And every time they do this they douse him with omega hormones so he goes wild with worry, his omega instincts really kicking in. And eventually, Ra's starts lactating. On the one hand, it's humiliating and oh so degrading. But Tim praises him so sweetly, tells him what a good omega he is, how perfect he's being, and touches him so sweetly. And he lets Ra’s come, which he doesn't normally allow, because good omegas should come from their pussy alone and Ra’s can’t come just from being fucked (yet). Good omegas don't need their little cocks played with, and Ra's cock is all locked up. But Tim makes an exception because Ra's has been such a good boy for him. Tim comments that Ra's is going to need a smaller cage soon, because the hormones are making his dick shrink like a good omega’s. After all, an omega’s dick is basically just an extra clit. But now that Ra's is lactating, they can move on to the next step. Of course Tim get first dibs on tasting his milk, and for a little while he wants to keep that sweet sweet milk all to himself. But eventually, he brings Damian in. Damian is still just a pup. At the League, he had omegas to feed from all the time. But the Wayne pack doesn't have any omegas, so poor Damian's left without any milk. Until now. And even better, he can be fed by family, not some random omega the League owns. (The League, meanwhile, is under Talia's strict control, hence why Ra's has not been rescued. She has ruthlessly rooted out any of Ra's’ supporters.) So Ra's is injected with heavy duty hormones until all he can do is beg and whine for a knot and his breasts are aching and leaking. He has to be restrained, but only so he won't rut up against poor Damian, who's only a pup, after all. And Ra's instincts are going crazy, because on the one hand he desperately needs a knot, but on the other, his pup needs to be fed.

Of course Tim needs to make sure Ra's gets his exercise, so they have lovely little machines like standing bike with a dildo for a seat, a treadmill where nipple clamps are attached and he has to keep up or have his nipples be painfully pulled. That sort of thing. Tim has to keep his omega in excellent shape, after all.

And eventually, through the careful application of hormones, pheromones, and an intense physical regimen, Ra's finally splits a cunt. Tim is so proud. He parades him naked around Wayne manor so all the Bat family can oo and ah over his perfect new omega. Of course Tim has also carefully documented this process. It was necessary to do to ensure that they're keeping up with Ra's treatment, and they had to check in with the doctors at Arkham regularly. Tim's also thinking about publishing a book, he tells his family as they all examine Ra's' new cunt. Damian in particularly curious because he's never seen a pussy before, and he spends plenty of time exploring it with his fingers as he asks Tim questions about the process. Completely ignoring Ra's of course. Tim also shows off just how big the toys he can fit into Ra's are. For example, he has one of those obscenely long dildos that fits all the way down Ra's' throat. It has a hole down the middle so he can keep it there and Ra's can still breath, which he occasionally does just because he can. He also hows off how he can now fit his entire fist up Ra's' ass (which is no longer called his pussy, now that his real pussy has arrived), and they all make a game of sticking their fists in. Jason has the biggest hands, and he's curious if it will fit (it does).

Tim explains that now that Ra's is broken in he's ready to be presented to the public as Timothy Wayne's new omega. Of course he'll accompany Tim to certain social events (chained and leashed, of course) to show off Tim's virility as an alpha. Tim can brag about how he did the whole thing himself, he didn't bother with a service who could have handled this sort of thing for him.

Reporter: So does this mean the Waynes have a new pack omega?

Tim, with sitting Ra's bound and chained, completely naked at his feet: No, I'm afraid he's not worthy of being a proper pack omega. But he comes from good breeding stock, and that's worth something all on its own.

Naturally Tim shows off the assets, spreading Ra's pussy lips wide so the camera can get a good view of the perfect cunt he created. Tim has also pierced Ra's' nipples and clit to run lovely delicate chains between them. Pure gold piercing and chains, dripping with emeralds. After all, those are the al Ghul colors, and Ra’s deserves to wear them publicly.

Tim obviously gives Ra's a proper mating bite, so that Ra’s is marked as his forever. Of course Ra's is not allowed to mate Tim, because Tim might find a worthy mate someday, and Ra's is not that. But Tim has staked his claim for all to see.

Of course now that Ra's is a proper omega it's time to breed him. He'll eventually be weaned off all the hormones and supplements as his body starts producing them naturally, but now that Tim's shown off to the world that he created his omega, it's time to get his money's worth. They give him hormones that will send him into a natural heat. It will be a very intense one, because it's his first heat, so it will be a lot of work to see it through. But Tim is a good alpha, and by the end of it, his omega will be bred.

Tim spend the whole heat with his omega as he whines and begs to be knotted and bred. Everything is recorded from all angles so he can play it back for Ra's later, so he can see how he begged for his alpha's knot. By the end of it Ra's has caught not one, not two, but three times, a proper litter and excellent for a first time omega.

Now that Ra's is pregnant, Tim is extra affectionate. He's always rubbing Ra's' belly, telling him how excited he is for their pups to grow. And he starts showing early, at only six weeks. Which makes sense for a first time carrying three pups. Tim proudly shows him off to the rest of the family, who all congratulate him on being such a good alpha, pupping his omega so quickly. He also takes plenty of pictures, the best of which I think he posts publicly, especially once Ra's' belly gets really big.

Ra's meanwhile is hopped up on omega hormones, both real and artificial (nothing that will hurt the babies, of course!). His brain is mush and he's so horny all the time, poor Tim can't keep up. But that's okay. Now that he's already pregnant, Tim has no problem sharing. He especially want to make sure Ra's doesn't lose all that work they did training his ass (not gonna happen because Tim keeps him plugged, which has the added benefit of making his pussy tighter. But better safe than sorry!). It's especially good for Jason to have someone to take his anger out on, and Ra's is so slick and ready all the time he can take it fast and rough. Jason loves giving Ra’s a good spanking and then fucking him hard in whichever hole he spanked.

Cue Ra's being tied up for public use in Wayne Manor. He's got the chains running between his nipple and clit piercing for anyone to tug on and make him suffer if they're in a bad mood. Bruce sometimes takes him into his office, shoves him under the desk, and uses Ra's to warm his cock (with a spider gag so he can't bite down of course– Tim's trained him well enough that he can wear one for hours now). Sometimes he'll facefuck him, or shove his cock all the way down Ra's' throat. Not for long, it wouldn't do to hurt the babies by depriving Ra’s of oxygen. But it feels like just retribution for all the pain Ra's has put his family through.

All the Bats have been making use of Ra's as a stress relief toy. By the end of every night he's always dripping in cum, and Tim always adds at least one more load before he puts him away for the night. Usually it's dripping out of all three holes, and streaked across his face and body. The one Bat who hasn't really been involved in this is Damian. He feels like he's not allowed because Ra's is his grandfather. Obviously Tim debases him of this notion.

Damian is very hesitant because he's never done this before, and he's only a pup. But Tim is very encouraging. Of course Damian comes in about two seconds because he's so inexperienced, but that's okay. He's young, he can go a few more times before he's done. "It's all about your pleasure," Tim explains. Tim encourages Damian to be a little rough with it, to pull on Ra's nipple rings as he fucks him. Damian is fascinated with the way it makes his breasts bounce.

"Not too hard," Tim cautions. "You don't want to rip them out. But if you want to really make it hurt we can put on the clamps."

Damian does, so they do, and he's fascinated by Ra's whimpers of pain. It's amazing to see his grandfather, who Damian thought of as so all powerful, brought low like this. But that's why Tim wanted Damian to do this, so he could see his grandfather as just a man. Less than that, as breeding stock.

Tim throws a dinner party for some WE investors, including a few people who knew Ra's from before. (Shady people Tim is working to bring down, but useful for his purposes.) Ra's is draped in the finest golden chains and translucent silks so everyone can admire how big his breasts are getting now that he’s pregnant and his little caged cock. (Now that it's proper omega sized, the cage doesn't stop him from getting hard the way it used to, but it still looks pretty, all filigree and tasteful gems. And of course Tim has a smaller cage if he wants to punish him.)

Everyone exclaims over what a good job Tim has done. "I'd never bother with bitching myself, but you've done damn well for yourself Wayne," one man says. Tim accepts their compliments with perfect grace, and even allows them to fondle his omega.

"Look, they're so small!" One woman says, rolling his balls between her fingers.

To really show off, he removes and shows off the giant silver dildo gag Ra's has been sucking on all night, to appropriate oos and ahs.

Of course by this point Ra's is getting really big. He started looking nine months pregnant by month five, so in the third trimester he's really waddling around. His center of balance is completely fucked and he's huge, and Tim loves it. He laves attention onto his stretch marks, loving that even if Ra's managed to somehow escape, there will always be this permanent reminder that he was Tim's (beyond the fact that he's now an omega of course). He stokes Ra's belly and tells him what a good omega he is for him, how perfect he's going to be birthing his pups.

Tim has made all the preparations necessary for Ra’s to give birth. It will be an all natural birth, of course– no pain meds. Natural is best, after all.

It's a long, arduous birth. Of course Ra's is also chained to the bed so he can't escape (he is still serving a life sentence after all), but it's long enough that it allows him some movement, and his legs are hobbled. Ra's is begging for an epidural, but the doctors say "Mr. Wayne said it's going to be a natural birth, you can do it, just keep pushing!" Very soft and encouraging, but condescendingly so. Tim is the first to hold the babies and he coos over them. But he doesn't let Ra's touch them until he verbally promises to be good, which makes his omega instincts go haywire. (Of course he doesn't expect Ra's to actually mean it, but he wants Ra's to have to say it.) After the birth Ra's makes a plan to use the babies as pawns to get him out of there, but Tim anticipates that and has him wearing a cleverly disguised shock color, which looks like just a regular ornamental collar, so Ra's didn't know about the shocking ability until it was too late. As punishment for his attempted escape, Tim puts him in solitary confinement for 72 hours, and when he's let out he's a whining begging mess, desperate to see his babies (who have been taken very good care of by nursemaids, and surrounded by Ra's scent so they're not confused about where their mother went). He's driven practically feral by his desperate omegan desire to make sure his pups are safe. Of course Tim is a very attentive alpha, so he doesn't touch Ra's at all down there while he's healing. He makes do with only his mouth, a worthy sacrifice.

At this point Ra's is able to go off the hormones, but perhaps they keep him on a few because it makes him hornier and more fertile. I think Talia comes to visit once, just to see what has become of him.

And as soon as Ra's is all healed up, the process begins again. Of course his litters get larger as his body adjusts, and Tim eventually lets the other Waynes join for a heat (including or excluding Damian, depending on your preference), and Ra's catches a truly staggering number of times that pregnancy. They joke he’s carrying one from each of them, but it actually turns out to be true.

[huggybug]

ITS JUST A HUNCH BUT LIKE

jonathan wears 40 because of petey and theres no way in this world petey will give up 40

before 40 he was wearing 21 and unless hogs doesnt change back to 36 jonathan cant use 21 right

14 because if he likes petey so much he will use the number petey had for worlds and timra

IM CLAMINING THIS FOR THE BIGGEST PETEY FANBOY

the more i learn about this kid, the more i like him

[ravensvirginity]

To the anon who ships TimRae be mentioned that canon Tim is objectively funnier than fanon Tim. I mean, he's not dumb, but he's an A-B student when Jason is a literary genius and Dick is a...disturbing genius. Everything Dick excelled in was something a child should know nothing about.

[bluboothalassophile]

I read all your JayRae fanfics and I absolutely love them! I'd love to see a version though were Raven has the sexual experience and Jason is a shy virgin! Love all your work 💞

Hello,

So I'm going to say no to this request because it doesn't fit the characters, in my opinion. Despite my AUs, which are numerous, I do try to stick close to the canon background of the character in the AU. It makes it easier for me to write it, and because of that, Jason is one character who I don't ever see being a shy virgin. He's a street kid, he's got implied sexual abuses, and sexual experiences, and he's rather casual about sex; at least that's the implication.

Now, if this request was for... TimRae, or DamiRae, or WallyRae, I'd say yes to writing it. Tim because, until recent comics, he didn't have a lot of partners, and has that shy boy vibe. Damian because Rae would be his first, but she is a few years older so she probably would've tried something before. Wally because they'd be each other's firsts, but demon Rae, come on, she'd know what she's doing.

If you want to make this request with a different ship, I'd be happy to write it, but I don't feel if fits JayRae.

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*⁠.⁠✧Ｎｏｂｏｄｙ'ｓ ｓｏｎ,

Nｏｂｏｄｙ'ｓ ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ*⁠.⁠✧

𝐼'𝑚 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

"Raven are you alright?" Tim held up her upper body as he trying to hide them for cover. Raven didn't know what have happened. She was trying to mind control Psimon but it looked like he wasn't alone, there was also Gizmo and Deathstroke.They have somehow mange to separate the whole time in different places. Tim and Raven were somewhere dark and raining. She looked up at the sky trying to recognize anything. Meanwhile, Tim gently lays her on the floor as tired to communicate with his brother and the others. Raven can feel his frustration through her emotions but she didn't wanted to deal with it, due to her already headache she was having. She let out a soft sigh..at least she's not alone.

𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

Tim notice that Raven was trying to concentrate finding the others. He crossed his hands as he watches her. But then she looks back at him and shake her head a little. "I can't feel them. they must be really far from us." Tim sigh a little as he walks up to her and lifted up her hood from her suit to shield her head and face from the water hitting her. "Well then we should find shelter for now." The wind started hit him, "Can you stand, Rae?" She nods.

As they walked in the wind and rain. They both notice that there was an abandoned church, but for some reason Raven felt sick to her stomach..but it was better than nothing.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡

As they head in, something wasn't right was this place. The candle of around the place were on lit. But there wasn't any emotions nor anyone in the place. Tim and Raven gave each a look before continue exploring around. Raven had to admit the church was quite beautiful but yet it was still strange at the same time. Tim let out a soft whistle but the whole room echoed, causing two white dove fly across the big room. Scaring Raven for a second as she held onto Tim's arm.

They took a seat on the benches in front as they rest. Tim notice that something was Raven. He knew his girl wasn't herself, "Rae is this place bother you?" He asked gently. Her head was against his shoulder as she looked up at him. "My mother joined a church one time...that how she met Trigon." Her eyes keep closed. "I just can't believe why she would do that..be a bride to a demon." Tim nods softly as he gave a kiss on top of her head as he smirk. "But I'm a husband to a half gorgeous demon." Raven couldn't help but to rolled her eyes.

She played with her wedding ring "sometimes I wished I was nobody's daughter." Tim knew what it was like to be nobody son. Since his parents die before he turned robin. But he understood what she meant. "You know if you were nobody daughter, I would have never met you." He wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer as he continue to talk. "I would never met my beautiful wife who such a badass and fights to protect the innocents including the ones she loves. And don't get me started with the magical powers that she was gifted from birth. Because she may thinks she's a demon sent from hell but everyone and including myself see's a perfect goddess sent by the heavens in disguise."

𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝

They somehow mange to sleep with Tim laying on the church bench having Raven on top of him with his arms around her so she wouldn't fall off. As they slept together, there was a noise that woke up Raven. She opened an eye as she only saw the million candles lighten up in front of them. Slowly lifting up her head, there wasn't anything there beside the two white dove huddle together as they were sleeping. Raven couldn't help but to smile softly as she sees herself and Tim. Looking down at her husband who was still sleeping peacefully. she lifted up her hand and gently runs her soft finger against his face. she then decided to mentally talked to him.

Thank you for reminding me who truly I am. I love you.

Tim smiled in his sleep, "I love you too, Rae."

[jasonrae117]

The Paths We Take

It’s time to choose your path!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44050464/chapters/110758218

[darthvashtique93]

Love

Tim leaned against a pillar as he stared out at his jovial teammates. They had just successfully eradicated the entire HIVE and put The General (aka Ulysses Hadrian Armstrong) behind bars at Blackgate Penitentiary. Because this was a huge win for the Titans and Red Robin, Tim gave Garfield and Bart the 'okay' to throw a party at the tower. He now regretted that decision. The place looked like a frat house on crack. Titans and ex-Titans from around the globe came to celebrate. The place was packed with at least 200 superheroes aged 15-25. As the underaged heroes entering the party were discouraged from drinking via telepaths, sorcerers, etc., underage drinking would not be a problem. Victor hooking himself up to the Tower's sound system, on the other hand, was a major problem Tim had not foreseen. Music now blasted from every single wall, room, and corner of the tower. There were no places for Tim to hide. "Tim!" Tim looked up to see Cassie running to him. She had a drink in one hand, and Connor in the other. "Tim, what's wrong?" Cassie asked with a pout. "You promised Connor and me that you would relax and have fun. You said you would take a break from thinking," she said as Connor nodded in agreement. "Go dance with someone!" she shouted over the music.

"Who?" Tim questioned.

"Anyone!" Cassie shouted. "There's a plethora of females here wishing you would dance with them."

"And some males," Connor added. Tim just smiled at his two close friends. "There's Stephanie," Connor pointed out. "You could dance with her."

"I'm not going to dance with my ex," Tim stated, giving his friend a look that screamed 'You are an imbecile.'

"Why would you even suggest that?" Cassie asked her fiancée.

Connor shrugged. "I was trying to be helpful."

Tim looked around the packed common room. Everyone was accounted for. Well, almost everyone. "Have you seen Raven?" Tim asked the two.

"Oooh, Raven," Cassie teased. Tim rolled his eyes. "I have no clue where your favorite heroine is. Probably far away from this noise. Oh look, a pinata!" Cassie shouted, her attention elsewhere. She dashed back into the crowd, heading straight towards the pinata. "I'm gonna go make sure she doesn't hurt anyone," Connor said. Tim nodded as Connor followed his girlfriend into the crowd. Tim began to think. Hmm, if I were Raven, where would I be? She wouldn't stay in the tower with all the noise, but she wouldn't leave the island just in case someone needed her. Tim smiled. He knew where she was. Tim turned and walked out of the room, trying to avoid even more dancing along with amorous couples in the hall. This party had been a really bad idea.

Tim finally found her at the beach on the other side of the island. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, so close to the ocean. Every time a wave broke on the sand, the water come up to her toes. Tim looked her over. She glowed in the moonlight and looked absolutely lovely. Her hair, once violet, was now a midnight blue color. It fell straight and silky past her shoulder blades, almost reaching her waist. She wore a simple outfit. Short shorts and purple, sheer, short-sleeved shirt with a black strapped bandeau. Tim released a breath he had been holding. She is so beautiful. "Hey," he greeted upon approaching her.

Raven blinked up at him. If Tim didn't know any better, he would have thought her startled. "Hey," she replied before quickly looking around, "you found my hiding place."

"I did," Tim sat next to her. "Leaving the tower was not an easy task," Tim told her. "Whose idea was it to throw this massive party?"

"Um…I believe it was yours."

"No, I wanted a party with just us. San Fran Titans only."

"You put Garfield and Bart in charge," Raven deadpanned. "I warned you."

"You did," Tim said with a chuckle. "A part of me knew it was going to get crazy. I just didn't expect…that," he pointed to the glowing tower.

"Surely, you've been to some crazy parties of your own, Mr. I-graduated-college-at-18," Raven said playfully.

"I will have you know that I never attended a single college party."

"Didn't you show up at one of Jason's – "

"We will not speak of that night."

"I never ever thought I'd see the day when Tim Drake-Wayne was high."

Tim's head fell in his hands in embarrassment. "I wish I could forget."

"It was entertaining. Garfield took videos." Tim let out a woeful moan. "He said he will release them at just the right moment," Raven laughed. Tim groaned. "I'm thinking…wedding," she added, "at least he didn't send them to the entire superhero community."

"Yes. It could have been worse."

"How did Bruce react?"

"He didn't know what to think. He wasn't even disappointed. He was downright shocked."

"What's it like being high?" Raven asked. "I never had the chance to ask you."

"I think it's different for everyone because it felt like I was floating on a cloud that was about to burst, plunging me to my death."

"Oh."

"I never want experience that feeling again. I like feeling all of my extremities and having some semblance of control over what comes out of my mouth."

"We should hope Jason doesn't show up here. There are at least 25 underaged heroes in there."

"I asked Bruce to keep him busy. He has Jason attending a benefit with him. I believe Rose is there, too."

"I have heard from Dick, Kori, and Barbara that those things are extremely dry and boring," Raven said. "I have never been to one, but it does not seem exciting."

"I'm gonna have to take you to one."

"Pass," Raven immediately said.

The two friends sat in a comfortable silence before Tim said, "You've been really distant lately." Raven turned her head to Tim. "Ever since the Oz incident," Raven shifted uncomfortable at the mention of Oz. "But it's only with me. No one else."

"Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you were presumably 'dead' for two years," Raven bit out sharply. She immediately flinched afterward. "Sorry," she said.

"It's okay," Tim answered, "I asked. I am really sorry you guys had to go through that."

"It wasn't your choice or your fault. I know that. I just…I had just made peace with the fact that you were dead. And then you weren't." Tim studied her. He didn't understand at all. "I don't mean to be distant," Raven said. "I just…" her voice trailed off as she drew in the sand with her finger. "I guess I'm afraid."

"Of what?" Tim asked.

Raven didn't answer. Instead, she asked, "How long do you think this party will last?"

"Well, the party started at 9. It is now," Tim pulled his phone out of his shorts' pocket. "It is now 1 in the morning. I'd say we have about 4 hours left."

Raven threw herself back onto the sand. "Great," she huffed. Her head rested on her hands as her eyes closed.

Tim's eyes traced her body and immediately fell to the belly button ring. That's… new. Tim gulped before laying beside her. He really needed to get his hormones under control. He was just happy Raven had learned how to completely block out other's emotions. "So," Tim cleared his throat. He really wanted to get back to the question Raven had so artfully avoided, but he didn't know how. He decided on a tactic. "Did you have stars like this on Azarath?" he asked. Really? He mentally rolled his eyes. That wasn't the question he wanted to ask, but…

"We had stars," Raven answered, "but not like this. The night wasn't nearly as dark as it is here. We didn't have streetlights because there was no need. Azarath had two moons. The moons were always full. We would watch the moons rise the way you watch a sunrise. Once a month, when the moons reached their peak, different colors would flash through the sky. We were able to see the different galaxies. Ooh, and every other month, there was a meteor shower."

Tim could sense her excitement as she talked about her life on Azarath. Have I never asked her about Azarath? Sometimes Tim forgot Raven wasn't from Earth. "That seems awesome," Tim said when he realized she had stopped talking.

Raven turned to him. The joy in her eyes accentuated her beauty even more. "It was amazing," she breathed. "I wish I could show you," she said sadly.

"I would have loved to have seen it," Tim told her softly. He slowly reached his hand up and removed an errant strand of inky black hair.

"You would have tried to map out the galaxies. Then you would have named them," Raven smiled breathlessly.

"Probably," Tim laughed. They both stared into each other's eyes. Tim moved closer to her; his thumb gently stroked her lower lip.

Raven abruptly lifted herself up on her elbows, surprising Tim. "I can show you," she said, sitting all the way up.

Tim followed her. "How?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Raven crossed her legs and motioned for Tim to do the same. They sat across from each other. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"You have to ask?" Tim said with a smile.

"Tim," Raven said seriously. "I'm about to enter your mind."

Tim looked deep into Raven's eyes, all playfulness leaving his face. "I trust you more than anyone I know," and he was shocked at how true that was.

Raven nodded. "Close your eyes and relax," she said as her eyes glowed white, and she placed a hand on each side of Tim's face. She began chanting. "Open your eyes," Tim heard a soft voice breathe in his mind. He obeyed. A jolt of fear shot through him. "Stay calm," Raven's voice echoed softly. Tim turned to see an older version of Raven dressed in white robes, with glowing white eyes, looking down at him with a smile. "You're in one my memories," her voice echoed. Tim immediately slowed his breathing, taking a moment to look at his surroundings. Judging from the way they were dressed, this was Azarath. "Raven, look," the older woman beside him said, "it's starting." Tim looked up at the dark sky to see two moons and the most beautiful colors sparkling in the night sky. Galaxies. The sky then lit up with flying objects. Tim easily recognized the meteor shower. He felt a swell of happiness and peace rush through him.

A minute later, Tim and Raven were back in their respective bodies on a beach in San Francisco. "Raven," he breathed.

She immediately knelt next to him and placed a hand on his chest. His heart was racing. "Calm down, Tim," she breathed softly as her healing powers slowly seeped into him, slowing his heart back to its regular pace.

"It was so beautiful," Tim said, covering the hand on his chest with his own. "But I didn't feel like me. I felt…different." He turned to look at the empath.

Raven's eyes lowered to the ground. "You were seeing through my eyes," Raven said.

"It was a memory," Tim breathed. "I was happy. You were happy and at peace."

"That is the last memory I have of my mother," Raven said, subtly trying to dislodge the hand trapped against Tim's chest. "Eight hours later, Trigon attacked." A solo tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away.

"Thank you for sharing it with me," Tim said in awe of what she had just done. It was no little thing, Raven showing a part of herself to him. She didn't let anyone, anyone into her head. Ever. In that moment, it hit him. I hope I'm right, he thought. "Raven," he scooted closer to her. She shifted onto her knees, staring intently at him. "I'd like to ask you a question." Raven nodded. "Earlier you said you were afraid. Why?" Tim could see her begin to disappear behind her wall. "No, don't," he sat up. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Disappear."

"I don't know – "

"You're afraid of me…or for me?" Raven looked away. "Why?" Tim asked, searching her face. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But you did," Raven replied. "You died. Tim, you were dead for two years."

"Raven," he reached for her hands.

"What happens next time you die, for real?"

"Raven…"

"I…" Raven opened her mouth to respond; her lower lip trembled. Tim reached a hand up and caressed her cheek. Raven leaned into his hand. "Tim," Raven's voice trembled as she tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let her.

Tim placed his hand behind her head and gently pulled her forward. Kissing her lower lip first, he connected their mouths, fused their lips together. He swallowed her gasp of surprise as he placed an arm around her waist and pulled her close, chest-to-chest. He massaged her lips with his own, drinking in her soft sounds and moans. He felt Raven slowly, tentatively placing her fingers in his hair. Tim gently pushed her, coaxing her onto her back. He broke the kiss to breathe her name. "I don't know how long I've been wanting to do that," he said, rubbing their noses together.

Raven was breathless. She stared up at Tim with her large eyes. "I've wanted to do that for four years," Raven breathed out, her fingers tangled in Tim's hair.

"Really?" Tim asked as he softly drew designs on her stomach with his finger.

Raven bit one side of her lower lip, drawing his eye. "Tim," she whispered, "I um…" she paused, nervously. The feeling of his fingers on her stomach; the one stroking her hair – she couldn't concentrate. "I think…no," she paused, "I know that I- "

Tim placed his mouth over Raven's again, pressing his lips hard against hers. He lifted his head and breathed out, "I know. And I'm so sorry it took me so long to see how much you do. I love you, too." The amount of happiness and joy flooding her eyes nearly brought tears to Tim's eyes. He slowly brushed his lips against hers before slowly molding his lips to her, pressing his body against hers, slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth, sucking on her lower lip, basking in her breathless, soft moans. He needed to slow down. He didn't want to get so carried away he scared her away for good, but damn! He could kiss her forever. Just as he started kissing down her neck, drunken laughs interrupted him. He stopped and took in Raven's appearance. Her lips were swollen; she was blushing and breathless. They turned to see who had interrupted them. Two members of Titans international were about to have sex on the beach…and not the beverage. Raven and Tim started laughing quietly. "I think your secret hideout has been compromised," Tim laughed. "They stole my idea though."

"Tim," Raven gasped, blushing as she gently slapped Tim's arm.

"What?" he asked, gazing at her mischievously. "I'm just being honest."

"Well, can we go?" Raven asked as the passionate couple's moans and groans grew louder. "I don't want to hear all that."

"Sure," Tim said, rolling off her. He quickly jumped to his feet before helping Raven stand up. He then grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up against his body until not a single millimeter of space was left between them. He kissed her once again so passionately; if he hadn't been holding her, Raven would have swooned. By the time he pulled away, Raven had her arms wrapped around his neck, and she was out of breath. Raven had the feeling that as long as she was with Tim, she would probably always be out of breath.

The world stopped as Tim gazed into Raven's eyes. "Thank you for trusting me," he kissed her forehead. "Thank you for befriending me," he kissed her nose. "And thank you for loving me," he gently kissed her mouth. Raven nodded before snuggling closer to Tim as they began to walk back to the loud, Titan Tower turned frat house.

"I don't want to go back there," Raven whispered.

"I have a place," Tim blushed. He placed his forehead against Raven's, mentally sending him an image. Raven's eyes glowed black. The next instant, they were landing on a bed. "Perfect," Tim said before kissing her again. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," Raven whispered back. Tim smiled beautiful before he eagerly began kissing her again, much to Raven's amusement. But Tim couldn't help himself. He felt so free. The future he once worried about, didn't seem so bleak anymore now that he knew Raven would be right there by his side.

[flyingkiki]

Ours, Chapter 2/?

Hi, little human.

Chapter 2 Here

Raven returned to her apartment exhausted, her emotions drained and strained at the same time. Her conversation with Tim took more out of her than she had hoped for. 

The guilt and worry still settled heavily in her stomach, despite having finally come clean to Tim. She had hoped that after years of keeping this secret from him, she’d finally have a weight lifted from her shoulders. But her nerves told her otherwise and her anxiety multiplied when she felt Tim’s startling realization that he had a child – it honestly felt like she got ran over by a truck.

Absently gnawing her bottom lip, she thought of Tim and the storm of emotions she left him with that evening. She knew he was lost in his own thoughts, the repercussions of wrong choices from many years ago finally catching up on him. She felt terrible for dumping such an important truth on him so unceremoniously. Even more so from keeping his child from him for so many years. What would his family think? The public? Stephanie? Her stomach lurched, she wanted to throw up. Jesus Christ, she was horrible. 

“Mommy?”

The small voice was laced with curiosity and concern, cutting through Raven’s train of thoughts. Raven looked down at the tiny human being beside her, quickly realizing that she had a daughter to take care of. Raven’s own whirlwind of emotions could wait. There’s a little child to feed, bathe, entertain, and put to sleep.

“Hey,” Raven offered a gentle smile, catching Leila’s blue eyes as they stared up at her. For a moment, she marveled at how much of a spitting image the child was of Tim. From her blue eyes to black hair, the playful smile, her eyebrows, and the shape of her face – her features matched her father’s. 

Leila tilted her head curiously at her mother. While Raven may not know the extent of how much her daughter may have inherited her demonic heritage, she was sure Leila was an empath much as herself. The little girl must have caught on Raven’s frayed nerves. 

“C’mon, you,” Raven gently nudged her deeper into their new apartment, a recent acquisition. She wasn’t sure how long they would settle in Gotham, but she felt she’d set something up just in case Tim wanted to build a relationship with his daughter. It felt like the most reasonable thing to do. 

“You must be hungry,” Raven mused thoughtfully while the little girl chirped a yes in response. “What do you want to eat?”

“Cake, pwease. Thank you!” 

Raven released a soft huff of laughter. “Perhaps spaghetti, yes?” she bargained. When she received a request for lots of cheese and “two meatbaws, pwease”  in response, the request for cake was forgotten, and the two settled to make spaghetti with meatballs. Raven wasn’t the best cook, but she rarely heard complaints from her daughter, which she was thankful for.

Despite her exhausting afternoon, Raven still had enough energy to focus on her daughter and listen to her babble about her afternoon at daycare. Raven listened, actively asked questions, voiced her opinion over Sally not sharing crayons (“That’s not nice. Did you share your crayons?” “Yup!”) and hope she did not come across too tired to the perceptive child. 

When everyone was fed, and dishes had been clumsily loaded into the dishwasher by Leila (creating more of a mess than necessary), and the child was bathed, they settled for a book to read (The Princess and the Pea) in her bedroom. 

Motherhood was not something she prepared for, nor thought she’d ever have to prepare for. It wasn’t in her plans or did she picture herself ever to be a mother. But somehow, here she was curled up on the soft violet carpet of her child’s bedroom, reading The Princess and the Pea to an amused 3-year-old. 

“Good night, Lei,” Raven pressed a kiss to the child’s forehead after tucking her into her bed. The little girl mumbled her good night, the promise of playtime at the park dying on her lips, and her tiny fingers tightly wrapping around an old cat plushie, Ginny.

After making sure the child was asleep, Raven stood up, checked to make sure that windows were locked, and every book and toy returned to their boxes and shelves. She turned off the lights and kept the fairy night light on before quietly stepping out of the room. She glanced briefly into the room, the gentle pink and violet light casting a lulling glow into the room. The little lump in bed stirred, curling into herself, and Raven suddenly thought of today’s events and if she did alright as a mother. Her stomach churned.

With her worries and insecurities returning a hundredfold, Raven went through the motions of the evening. Turning on the dishwasher and cleaning the kitchen, returning toys and books to their rightful places in their small living room, and setting out to do laundry. 

The gnawing in the pit of her stomach returned as their home fell into silence and her thoughts kept her company. Her muscles hurt and her nerves stretched and frayed from every last ounce of emotions spent. Meeting Tim didn’t last long, just under an hour – she had to pick-up Leila from daycare. But those 40 minutes felt like a lifetime, zapping her energy dry. 

As she sifted through the colored and whites of their laundry, a routinary task she had grown accustomed with over the years, she wondered what would change now that Tim knew. She wondered if Tim would do the same, sort his child’s laundry in his most likely expensive laundry machine. Would he even know how to wash children’s clothing? Sort the whites from the colored? Raven paused as she picked up a tiny zebra pajama bottom and she blinked, worry growing in the pit of her stomach, would Tim even be interested in his daughter?

“I’m so sorry,” she told him that evening. The weight of Tim’s onslaught of emotions – anger, disbelief, panic, confusion, frustration – seemed to slowly suffocate her, straining her own emotions. Her body groaned in agony. “I wish I could have told you sooner, but I was –”

“Afraid, yes, I know,” Tim cut her off, terse. He sat more rigid, hands curling into fists before frustratingly running along the length of thighs before stopping at his knees. He clutched his knees as if trying to anchor his emotions and released a loud sigh. Raven watched him stare off into space, deep in thought. 

They fell into heavy silence, with Tim just staring at his garishly orange teapot, brows furrowed and breathing deeply. Raven watched him, her own regret and worry growing in the pit of her stomach while feeling Tim’s tumultuous emotions angrily seep into her skin. She felt like throwing up. 

“I’m sorry to ask, but,” Tim sounded genuinely apologetic, but his voice was business-like and measured. “Are you sure she’s mine?”

She wanted to feel indignant and snap at him. But he had every right to ask. “I didn’t sleep with anyone else, Tim,”

Tim’s jaw twitched and she watched him swallow, processing the information. He ran a hand across his face, inhaling deeply. His shocked emotions pressed into her skin, making her muscles groan. “I know you had your reasons, Raven, I respect that, I just – I,” he paused, releasing a frustrated huff. “I wish you told me sooner,”

“I know,” she replied. She felt her emotions strain. “I’m sorry, I wish things were different. But they’re not,” Raven said, feeling herself close to snapping as well. She pressed on, as the mad mix of emotions spurred her on. “I know it’s not fair, I wish I had the courage to tell you sooner, but I didn’t. But you deserve to know. It would be unfair to keep this from you. I just wanted to let you know – what you’ll do with this information, I’ll leave it up to you, Tim,”

Brows furrowed over stormy blue eyes and Raven watched him swallow as he processed her words. He released a long, frustrated sigh. His spiked emotions wrapped around her like a weighted blanket, sinking into her and weighing her down. “I need to process this more,”

She left the apartment soon after, there was nothing more to discuss that evening. She practically flew out of his apartment, blindly grabbing her jacket, and rushing out into the streets to inhale deeply the muggy Gotham air as the world seemed to tilt underneath her feet. She wasn’t sure what she’d expect out of their meeting today.

Raven sighed, memories of that afternoon still bothering her, worry weighing down her movements. She set the laundry machine and began running a load. She glanced at the pile of dark colored clothes, mostly her own, and wondered if she’d still have time tonight to run another load once the first one would be done.

Exhausted, her emotions buzzing under her skin, she padded barefoot into her kitchen and grabbed Leila's half-empty juice box. No use of letting that get to waste. While waiting for her laundry to get done, she sunk into her couch and curled into herself, turning on the TV and mindlessly watching the Minions movies, Leila’s latest interest.

She felt him before his silhouette appeared on her window. As Raven watched the little yellow Minions run across the screen, she could see his hulking shadow cast across her carpet. She heard the faint click in the background and Raven smiled in amusement as Stuart (or Kevin?) babbled loudly. 

"You need better locks,"

As the Minions started babbling about bananas Raven glanced at Red Robin, his suited figure larger than life. Despite how much he denied his similarities to Batman, the Red Robin suit reminded her just how similar Tim and Bruce were. Intimidating, calculating, and strong. The sight of him, taller and larger than she remembered, made her chest tighten and she inhaled deeply, trying to still every electrifying nerve in her body. Red Robin was a familiar sight she should be accustomed to, but seeing him here after close to five years, seemed all too new for her.

“I don’t think anyone will climb up to the 22nd floor to see me,” Raven deadpanned. She grabbed the Juicebox, sugary orange juice, and took an absent sip from it. She went back to staring at the Minions, the volume of the TV barely above a whisper. 

Red Robin shifted from where he stood by the windows, cowl still drawn and his stance rigid and muscles tight. “This is Gotham,” he stated, tone tense and just a little gruff. Raven felt a chill run down her spine, albeit mild, but it had her sit up just a little straighter. 

Raven blinked as she felt his tense emotions, tearing her gaze away from hundreds of Minions going crazy on screen. She stared at Tim; the air seemed to warm with the tension that slowly stretched between them. It felt strange to stare into the white lenses of his cowl, she knew he was studying her. “There are enough wards in this place to send an intruder to hell,” she replied.

Red Robin tilted his head curiously. “And what about me? Am I not an intruder?”

She couldn’t help it. Her skin bristled and her nerves were on the edge. “Maybe this is hell for you?”

She watched his shoulders hike just a fraction of an inch, his muscles incredibly tight, and his gloved hands twitched at his sides. She felt his emotions burn her. The moment broke when he released a long sigh and his face crumpled. Shoulders slumping, Red Robin pulled back his cowl carefully, and Tim Drake-Wayne finally stared at Raven apologetically. 

“Raven,” he breathed, blue eyes looked tired and confused. Inhaling deeply, he tried to find words as he stared at an expectant Raven. “I –”

“I really didn’t think you’d come by tonight,” she mused, sitting up and dropping the remote on her coffee table. It slid across the wooden surface, gently nudging their daughter’s little ballerina toy. Raven blinked at the thought – their daughter, now with Tim finally in the picture. Her heart tightened.  “I thought you’d need more time,”

Tim sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I do, but I also want to talk more,” he said. She felt his distraught emotions, her stomach churned feeling sorry for him. “I just need help navigating through all of this. It’s a lot to take in, Raven,” 

“Okay,” Raven breathed. She watched him stare at her, looking like a man trying to make sense of things. The air still seemed tense, but less so. Swallowing, and trying to tame the last shreds of her sanity, she offered him a tentative smile. “Do you want anything to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water,” she glanced at her, their she corrected, daughter’s Juicebox. “Juicebox?”

Tim released a soft croak of a chuckle, awfully sounding like a cross between amusement and disbelief. He carefully looked around the dimly lit room, studying the furniture and decorations, as if cataloging every little detail. Raven stood up, giving Tim a moment to memorize some of the children’s books and toys that were lined up against the wall. “I’ll get you something to drink, you can sit down. Just be careful not to step on some of her dinosaurs,” she glanced at Tim’s steel-toe boots and the corner of her lips quirked up lightly. “You might crush her stegosaurus,”

She returned a moment later carrying a cup of coffee. An unmasked Red Robin sat on her couch looking pensively at a small plush rainbow rabbit in his gloved hands. It looked miniscule in his large, gloved hands. She quietly sat down next to him and placed the cup of coffee in front of him, startling him out of his thoughts. “That’s Coco,” Raven said, gently. 

“Coco?”

Raven hummed and tore her gaze away from the old rabbit. She absently picked up the Juicebox and drank the last few dregs of orange juice. “We got it last year, around Easter. We had a few fresh coconuts in Indonesia. I guess she remembered coconuts when I gave her that, thus Coco,”

“Indonesia?” Raven ignored how Tim’s eyes burned into her, instead she focused on the colorful drawings on the Juicebox. “So that was true? Traveling around Asia and Europe?”

“Yeah,” Raven looked at Tim, catching him studying her. She offered him an apologetic smile, her emotions getting the better of her and her body just sagging under the whirlwind of emotions. “I’m really sorry, Tim, about all of this,”

Tim sighed, looking completely tired and lost, a first in her books. Tim fiddled with the colorful bunny ears, staring at it lost in thought before offering her small smile. “I’m sorry too,” he offered gently, his voice sounding completely and utterly broken at the moment. “I’m equally at fault,”

Raven stared at him, gauging his confused emotions as he tried to process being in a room filled with toys and Knick knacks of his daughter. Her heart twinged at the sight, large, gloved fingers cradling a rainbow rabbit, and she wished she offered Tim the opportunity of meeting his daughter sooner. She felt her selfishness eating her chest. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked, voice cracking just a bit.

Tim looked around, as if trying to figure out what best to ask from the multitude of questions that seemed to race through his mind. He blinked as a thought crossed his mind. “How old is she?”

“3 and seven months,” she replied. 

“Huh,” Tim breathed, letting the thought sink in. “Terrible Threes?”

Raven released a soft laugh, of course Tim would know about child development phases. “Thankfully, not as much anymore. Maybe we’re closing in on the ‘fantastic four’s’” she breathed. She tilted her head as she watched curiosity blossom on Tim’s face. His expression reminded her a lot of Leila’s inquisitive looks. Cerulean eyes that glistened in wonder. “Maybe occasionally, when she can’t navigate her own emotions or when she doesn’t understand things. But she’s very smart and seems to handle herself well,”

“Emotions?” Tim blinked. “Does she have powers?”

Raven shrugged. “She definitely is an empath; she can pick up emotions. She gets curious when she picks up something new and different. I don’t know if she has other powers, or if her powers are diluted because you’re human and I’m half demon. I’m sure her powers would be latent, it’s honestly really a wait and see at this point,”

Raven paused, studying his thoughtful expression. Her stomach churned as an ugly, distant memory resurfaced and she frowned. “Is that a problem for you?” she asked, her tone defensive and her skin seemed to tingle in protective energy.

Tim’s blue eyes widened, and he straightened, as worry and panic washed over him. She watched him shake his head, carefully dropping Coco the bunny into the space between them. “You know me well enough that this doesn't matter to me, Raven,” he pressed. He frowned, brows furrowed defensively, and he stared at her with a determined glint. “And it shouldn’t matter to anyone else,”

Raven released a soft dismissive huff, she looked unimpressed. “Look, you must understand the main reason why we stayed away from everyone was because most of the people we know either wanted me gone or dead because my father was Trigon. I was, I am,” she corrected. “Still considered a threat to many. I’m still afraid of what they’d think of hearing that Trigon now has a granddaughter,” she pressed on, frustration and anger spurring her on. 

She watched Tim inhale deeply, processing her words and looking both stricken and apologetic at her words. She knew he understood what she meant – Batman, his father, close to 12 years ago pushed a young Raven away from the Justice League. Wounds would always leave scars.

“Raven,” Tim whispered, he looked sorry and hurt. She felt her throat tighten defensively; she didn’t want his pity. “I really can’t reverse what happened in the past. You should have never, never, gone through that with the Justice League. But I’ll never,” he stressed, his tone hardening, and a protective glint shone in his eyes as he stared at her. “I’ll never let anyone hurt Leila. I promise,”

There was a protectiveness that radiated from Tim that made Raven again regret not allowing him to see his daughter earlier. Her stomach churned painfully. She watched him swallow, his sharp jaw twitched as if his daughter’s name rolled off his tongue for the very first time.  

There was a sense of security and protectiveness from Tim that made Raven’s heart leap. But at the same time longing bubbled under her skin – where was this protection when she was younger, when she had to run from a world that wanted her dead?

Raven inhaled deeply, immediately stopping her thoughts – her past had no place in this narrative. 

“Okay,” she breathed, trying to settle the last shreds of her nerves. She looked at Tim’s intense eyes and she tried not to get too overwhelmed by his own stormy thoughts. Tonight was a lot to take in, for both of them.

“What do we do now?” he finally asked. Tim still looked overwhelmed and confused and Raven watched him seemingly rack his brain for an answer.

Raven blinked, for a moment unsure how to answer. Tilting her head, she watched Tim’s face studying her. “What do you want to do?” she asked tentatively. Concern and dread bubbled forebodingly in her stomach – what would she tell her, their, daughter if her father would not be a part of her life? 

The decision was up to Tim, she knew. A part of her was prepared for whatever his decision may be – he was a Wayne after all. And while children outside of marriage were not uncommon, Tim did uphold a vastly different public image from Bruce Wayne. How involved he wanted to be in his daughter’s life was entirely up to him, and she’d respect that. But the twinge in her heart at the different possibilities left her aching, for so many reasons she would not admit.

“This is up to you, Tim,” she continued. “It wasn’t fair for me to keep this from you for the last four years. It wasn’t fair to Leila either. I’ll leave this to you – if you want to be involved or not. But you had to know she’s here. I’ll res—” 

“I want to be there for her,” Tim cut her off, brows drawing together in confusion and looking incredulous. 

Raven felt her breath catch and heart hammering in her chest. “Please don’t think I’d never want to be a part of my daughter’s life, Raven,” he said, voice sounding just a little wounded. A myriad of emotions pressed into her as Tim continued. She watched Tim swallow, looking clearly overwhelmed. “Look, I wish I knew sooner. I wish you didn’t feel the need to hide and protect yourselves – or myself. I wish I could have been there for the both of you. It’s unfair you had to do this alone for the last three years, I should have helped,” he said, regret lacing his voice. 

Tim offered her small, tired, tentative smile. His tight, defensive posture finally sagging as at the weight of his words. Yes, he had a daughter. They had a daughter. “It’s a lot to take in,” he admitted. Tim absently stared at Coco the rabbit and fiddled with one of the floppy rainbow ears. “I–I don’t know what to do right now. I do want to take responsibility and be present, if you let me. I know we’ll figure something out, right?” 

Raven inhaled, taking an unsteady breath, as the weight of his words settled around her. They rattled her– things could easily go so wrong and right. Raven tried to navigate her emotions and offered him a soft smile. “Right,” she repeated, offering them both some assurance. 

They stared at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to say something. As if on cue, a soft whine carried through the quiet of her apartment and they both stared at the doorway of her living room. “Oh,” Raven breathed. 

Tim watched Raven stand up, offering him a murmured “One moment,” before disappearing through the doorway and into her dark apartment. After another whine and low whispers, Raven returned with a small peach colored bundle wrapped around her chest. Small fuzzy socks with avocado patterns dangled around her hips and Tim stared breathlessly at the sight.

It felt like the room exploded with emotions as Raven carefully stepped into the room, cradling their sleepy daughter to her chest. Her steps faltered at the onslaught of Tim’s jump of emotions as he stared at them slowly returning to the couch. Leila whined in discomfort, likely feeling the jumble of emotions in the room, tiny hands fisting into Raven’s shirt and sleepily squirming in her hold.

Under Tim’s intense gaze, Raven carefully sat down and gently arranged their sleeping daughter on her lap and pressed her into her chest to make her more comfortable. Tiny arms and legs wrapped tightly around her in sleepy discomfort, releasing a soft whine. 

“I think we might have been thinking and feeling too loudly,” Raven whispered thoughtfully, her dark blue eyes staring at the top of Leila’s head tucked under her chin. Placing a gentle hand on her daughter's back, she hoped the added little weight would comfort the little girl. 

Raven glanced at Tim, his blue eyes widened, and he carefully leaned away from them. “Oh,” he breathed in mild panic. “I’m sorry,”

Whatever worries she may have had over Tim, the chaos she seemed to have unceremoniously dumped into his life, and him finally arriving in his daughter’s life seemed to momentarily dissipate. She watched the awe blossom on Tim’s face as he intently stared at the small breathing bundle, tightly wrapped around Raven. She felt his gentle emotions press into her and Raven felt her chest warm in response. She drew in a measured deep breath as distant memories and emotions sent tingles down her spine. She willed her nerves to still.

“It’s alright,” Raven offered, voice gentle and controlled. She watched as Tim stared intently, memorizing the tiny foot covered in cartoon avocados to Leila’s peach-colored pajamas with funny little fairy drawings. The child’s head was turned away from him, safely tucked under Raven’s chin – but Tim continued to stare at the little breathing lump, in total awe. 

As if on cue, the little girl gave a little sleepy mumble and wiggled in Raven’s arms, trying to get comfortable. With a soft yaw, Leila turned her head and pressed her left cheek into Raven’s chest. Raven watched a little breathless as the little girl sleepily blinked at a very still Tim. 

Tim inhaled sharply and in the muted lights of Raven’s living room, stared directly at his daughter in sheer wonder for the very first time. Sleepy cerulean eyes stared back at him, cheek smooshed into Raven, and long black mussed hair framed her sleepy face. Raven watched Tim swallow, at a loss at the sight. 

“Hi,” Tim croaked. Raven watched a watery smile cross his face. 

Leila blinked, stared at Tim for a moment longer, before yawning and slumping further into Raven and slowly closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. Raven heard Tim release a shuddering breath and she turned her attention to the man, noticing how he seemed to have scooted just a fraction of an inch closer and just stared enthralled at the sleeping child. 

“She–”

“Looks just like you,” 

Tim swallowed, his blue eyes breaking contact from Raven’s and dropping back to the little girl, completely enraptured by the sight. “Raven,” Tim breathed, as if finally, the reality of being a father hit him. She knew Tim well, she felt him at this very moment – working, thinking, planning, and ensuring the future, safety, and everything possible for this little new human in his life. 

“We’ll make it work,” she assured him, but perhaps more for herself too. Tim nodded before carefully settling into the couch, deciding that he had no place he’d rather be than watch his new daughter sleep. 

Raven watched as Tim Drake-Wayne in full Red Robin uniform comfortably leaned into her couch and just stared at his sleeping daughter, a gentle aura of fear, admiration, love, and so much more emanating from him. She ignored how that ugly mixture of guilt and longing suddenly returned and gnawed at her chest. 

This will work.

~~

Notes: Tension, what tension? Of course there will be tension! Not your usual family fic. lol.

I love torturing these idiots.

[nepali-dark-academia]

परमात्मा सँग आत्माको सम्बन्ध रहे झैँ

मेरो मन तिम्रो अर्चनामा डुबी रहोस्

अज्ञानलाई सधैँ ज्ञानको खोज रहेझैँ

मेरो आराधना सधैँ तिम्रो रहिरहोस् |

~ Chandani Shah, Timra Pau Haruma