#TimRae

[raventodd]

Dibujitos feos JayRae

Y también TimRae:

No sabía nada de perspectiva x’d

7u7

Y por último, basado en un One-shot de wattpad:

Robin Brosss!!!!! Dick y Tim son Marios y Jay y Dami son Luigis jsjsjs

Obvio Raven es la princesa.

[zatannaroth]

Tim wanted to see Raven 👀🥰

[cherryland12]

Moms - DISCONTINUED🔚 - Comenzó con un Favor (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/684573231-moms-discontinued%F0%9F%94%9A-comenz%C3%B3-con-un-favor?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AnihaTovias Un pequeño favor para el murciélago las hizo terminar con una responsabilidad más en sus vidas. Poco ellas sabían que pronto esa responsabilidad se convertiría en el pilar mas fuerte uniendo a esta loca familia de 'almas perdidas'.

[flyingkiki]

COME BACK ( only if you want to ) the world needs you !!!! We need playing dangerously ( idk if I said it right I’m tired) hope all is well

I'm back? Hi? Eeep. 🥹🫠

Hello, Hi! I'm back. Kind of. I think. I hope. I want to be back.

I've been getting a lot of messages and comments to my old stories. I LOVE YOU ALL!! GAAH. you've been lovely. And patient and just so, so kind.💜

I miss writing #TimRae stories, and I absolutely miss these two idiots and their smutty shenanigans. I'm hoping to update my stories in the next coming weeks. Thank you for being so patient.

I miss you all.

Time to get some TimRae action going. ❤️‍🔥

Life update, skip if you like. LOL

A lot had happened since my last update in 2022? (WOW. 2022? WTF.) I'm sorry. It's been a roller-coaster of madness, sadness, happiness, and idontknowhat. Adulting is hard, man. Recently moved from the tropics to the frozen tundras of Canada with our dog, and it's been a wild move. Got married a couple of months ago and just taking a few months off from everything while my nerves continue to sizzle in the background.

[darthvashtique93]

Only Fools Rush In

The Past Is Dead

The three sidekicks and Raven cowered behind a makeshift barrier as the laser fire intensified. "Good idea," Kate said to Dick, her tone tense but impressed, "using the mirrors to deflect the lasers."

"Hopefully, I'll have hacked B's system before our fortress falls apart," Dick muttered, his fingers flying over the device in front of him.

Stephanie exhaled loudly, clearly frustrated. "We don't have time for this. Every second we're stuck here is another second Tim doesn't have. We don't even know where he is."

"Tracker?" Kate asked, eyes flicking to Dick.

Dick shook his head. "As long as the Batcave is in defense mode, we won't be able to access the tracking system."

Raven closed her eyes for a moment, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I may have a way to locate Tim," she said quietly, uncertain. "But I haven't done it before, so…" The young, mute girl—Raven had yet to learn her name—reached out and gently grasped Raven's hand. Raven glanced at her, and though the girl couldn't speak, Raven understood her unspoken plea. She nodded. "Okay," Raven replied softly. She crossed her legs, sat in a meditative position, and placed her hands on the floor. "Just… don't freak out," she warned the others, "and protect my body." Raven took a long breath, steadying herself, and then exhaled. She repeated the action, centering her focus, before softly chanting. "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." Her voice trailed off as her astral form slipped free. She opened all four of her eyes and searched.

Raven's powers expanded over Gotham, stretching across the city's landscape as she fought to keep control over her demonic side. She felt the chaotic swirl of countless minds as she briefly connected to each one. She pushed herself further and harder. Come on, Tim. Where are you? Then she spotted him—a figure slamming his fists against the walls of a building. It was a familiar place, just across from the library she had visited a few weeks ago. Tim, she relaxed just a little. She steered her powers toward him. "Tim," she whispered in his mind, startling the vigilante. She did a quicky, cursory glance of his body. He looked awful. His Red Robin uniform was incomplete, with only a cape, mask, red spandex, and utility belt in place, but missing gloves, boots, and various other accessories. His hair was a mess, his face pale and sweaty, his breathing labored, and his right hand hung limp at his side, clearly broken. "Tim," she repeated gently, her voice reaching into his mind. "I don't know what's going on, but you're hurt. You need to come back to the cave."

"I can't," Tim replied aloud, his stance rigid. "It's the Joker. I have to stop him."

"The Joker is dead," Raven insisted, echoing what Richard told her.

"But I see him everywhere," Tim's voice cracked, his words trembling with exhaustion. "No one else sees him, but I do. He's here. He's alive."

Raven hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Then let me see him… through your eyes."

"What?"

"Let me in, Tim. Let me see what you're seeing."

Tim lowered his head, sinking to his knees, too tired to resist anymore. "Okay," he muttered, "I'll let you in." As soon as his mental defenses dropped, Raven slipped into his mind. Her breath caught in her throat. Holy crap! Tim wasn't just in awful shape—he was dying. She experienced it as if her own body was deteriorating. The pain was sharp and immediate, threatening to overwhelm her.

Focusing herself, Raven pushed past the agony and connected with his psyche. "Look," she said, guiding his gaze as she turned his head from side to side. "There's no one here, Tim. You're alone. There's no—JOKER!" Raven screamed as a dark figure punched her in the jaw, knocking her soul back into her own body. Her eyes snapped open as she found herself back in the Batcave.

"Raven?" Stephanie was at her side in an instant. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"The Joker… he's real," Raven panted. "At least, real to Tim. He's hallucinating, but… Tim's in bad shape. He's dying."

"Victor was supposed to bring medicine," Kate said, her frustration clear. "But the Zeta tube isn't working with the cave in lockdown mode."

"I'm doing my best," Dick called out from where he was working on the system.

Raven sat up, shaking off the disorientation. "I know where Tim is," she said firmly. "I can get to him."

"Then go!" Stephanie urged her.

"We've got this covered," Kate added, glancing at the others. Raven nodded, took a steadying breath, and then disappeared into a portal.

Red Robin's breath came in ragged gasps as he stood, swaying, on the rooftop. His body ached���his shattered hand throbbed with every beat of his heart, and his head was a chaotic storm of fear and fatigue. He'd been fighting for hours, or maybe days. He'd lost track. The Joker's voice echoed in his skull, relentless, mocking him. "You're cracking, kid," the Joker's voice whispered from the shadows. "No one's coming to save you. You're all alone."

I know, Red Robin thought, despair settling into his bones. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep fighting. His vision blurred, and for a brief, desperate moment, he thought he felt Raven's presence. "Raven," he gasped, hope flickering weakly within. "Raven?" He spun around, searching for her, but the rooftop was empty.

"She's not here," came the sickeningly gleeful voice. The Joker materialized out of the darkness, smiling malevolently. "It's just you," he said, swinging the crowbar, "and me." The crowbar cracked against Red Robin's ribs with brutal force, and he staggered, choking on the pain. Before he could catch his breath, the Joker swung again, hitting him squarely in the back. Red Robin collapsed, bracing himself on his hands and knees, his body trembling in pain. "Ha ha ha!" The Joker laughed maniacally as he danced around Red Robin's crumpling form.

It's over, Red Robin thought. I can't do this anymore. The Joker's boot slammed down on his back, forcing him to the ground. Red Robin groaned as his chest hit the cold concrete, every breath a struggle. "Joker…" he moaned, the fight draining out of him. "Stop."

The Joker's grin widened, and Red Robin felt his breath against his ear, a vile, twisted imitation of intimacy. "Ha. Ha. Ha," the Joker whispered, his weight pressing down on Tim's back, suffocating him.

And then… nothing. The weight was gone. The Joker vanished, leaving only the echo of his laughter.

Tim's body went limp, defeated. He felt cold and hopelessly alone. This is it, he thought. Maybe I should just… let go.

"Tim? Tim?"

The voice was soft, familiar—impossibly gentle amidst the chaos. He felt hands touch the back of his neck, grounding him. Warm hands. Real.

"Tim," the calm voice said again, cutting through the fog of his mind. "I'm so sorry about this."

Raven.

He blinked, struggling to focus as her presence enveloped him. Sudden relief flooded his chest. He wasn't alone anymore. "Raven…" he gasped. She was real, and she was here.

Raven couldn't believe she was about to form a bond, but…desperate times and all that. The bond would remain intact only until Tim was fully healed. Placing her hands softly on his head and back, she let her essence flow into him, linking her mind and soul to his. Suddenly, she wasn't just Raven—she was Raven and Tim.

As her healing powers worked, memories from his life flooded her consciousness. His sixth birthday, the excitement of his first computer, the raw grief of losing his parents, his journey with Bruce Wayne, training, becoming Red Robin—getting captured and tortured by the Joker. Raven absorbed it all, her heart aching as she relived his deepest pain, pushing herself to heal both his body and his mind. Feeling his mental and physical wounds close, Raven felt herself separating from him, until finally, she was just Raven again.

She gasped, drawing her powers back into herself. Her eyes had been closed the entire time, and it wasn't until she heard a soft, "Raven? Raven?" that she realized they had opened. In front of her sat a healthy, thoroughly confused, half-dressed Red Robin. He looked around before his gaze settled on her. Without hesitation, he reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug. "He's gone," he gasped into her neck, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and disbelief. "He's gone." Raven, caught off guard, awkwardly patted his back, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "You… you… what did you do?" he asked, pulling back just enough to look at her.

"It's... hard to explain," Raven answered. She reached out, her hands resting on his face as she smoothed his messy hair. "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Better," Red Robin smiled, the weight of the past days lifting from his shoulders. He glanced around before, with a quick motion, pulled his mask off. His eyes met hers, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you," he breathed, resting his forehead gently against hers. "Thank you," he repeated, tears edging his words. "He's gone," he tried to hold back a sob. "He's gone."

Raven's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice. Reciprocating the hug, she whispered, "You never have to thank me for saving your life," she whispered.

Raven didn't know how long they stayed in each other's embrace, but she was exhausted—her body still healing itself from the strain of the bond—and freezing. She wasn't even in uniform. She was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings, and her hair was in a messy ponytail. This is embarrassing.

Tim held her a moment longer, reluctant to let go, and Raven could feel his gratitude in the way he held her. But she was freezing. She glanced at the snow falling around them, pulling her sweatshirt closer. "Are you cold?" she asked, trying to make light of the situation. "Because I'm cold."

"Hm?" Tim blinked before pulling back slightly. "Oh—oh my gosh! You must be freezing!" His gaze darted around, noticing his own missing gear. "Where are my gloves? Wait. Where are my boots?" He crawled to the edge of the roof, peering down. "Well, there's my bike," he said with a small chuckle before turning back to her. "You don't look so good. Did you… absorb my injuries?"

"Yeah," Raven replied, her smile weak but genuine, though she couldn't stop the small shiver that passed through her. Without missing a beat, Tim shrugged off his cape and wrapped it securely around her shoulders. "This should help keep you warm," he breathed, the gesture filled with a tenderness that made Raven's chest tighten. "Looks like we're stuck here for a bit."

Raven let out a small laugh. "Give me a minute. I'll have enough energy to teleport us—and your bike—back to the Batcave."

Tim sighed, a mixture of exhaustion and relief crossing his face. But then his eyes widened in realization. "Oh no—the Batcave! They're trapped, aren't they?"

"They are," Raven nodded, glancing at him with a knowing look. "Bruce's defense systems are a little… excessive."

"Yeah," Tim chuckled, "he likes to be prepared."

He held Raven's gaze, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a flutter through her stomach. Raven turned away before standing on shaky legs, feeling her strength gradually returning. "Okay, I'm good."

"Are you sure?" Tim asked, concern clear in his voice as he followed her, sliding his mask back on.

"The sooner you get back, the sooner you can rest," she replied with a small, tired smile. "You need it."

"For once, I agree," he said with a soft chuckle, relief and gratitude shining through his fatigue.

(1/1 – 12:01 a.m.)

Raven looked out the enormous window as fireworks lit up the sky. She had finally purged all the drugs from her system and found herself staying at Wayne Manor, ushering in the New Year.

Alfred had shown up the day before, frantic and worried after receiving both Lucius and Stephanie's messages. He came immediately, even contacting Bruce, who was on his way back from wherever, though it would still take three weeks for him to reach Earth's orbit. And Tim had slept for over 40 hours straight, waking just minutes before the countdown to New Year's Day.

Now Raven sat contentedly on a window seat, watching the firework show. "Hey," she heard Tim say. She turned to see him standing there, sheepish, holding two giant mugs. Her heart skipped a beat. He looks so adorable. Barefoot, a gray T-shirt, and pajama bottoms that were a little too long but hung low on his hips in a way that made her stomach flutter. Raven felt her face warm and schooled her expression. "That's not coffee, is it?" she asked.

"Uh…no," Tim smiled, handing her a mug. "I've decided to go several days without coffee. This is decaf tea."

"Going without coffee? Are you sure you'll survive?"

"Funny, but, no, I'm not sure." He joined her on the seat, and together they watched the opulent firework display.

Raven glanced at him, captivated by the colors reflecting off his face. "Tim," she spoke hesitantly, drawing his attention. He turned his blue eyes to her, and instantly Raven felt breathless. Has he always been this handsome? "I need to tell you about how I found and healed you. I entered your mind and saw some things."

"Raven," Tim placed his hand gently over hers, his touch warm and reassuring. "It doesn't matter right now. I'm just happy to be here—alive and in my right mind. We'll talk about it later. Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Tim gave her hand a light squeeze. "Happy New Year, Raven."

She looked at him, feeling a rare warmth in her chest. "Happy New Year, Tim." They sat in comfortable silence, watching the sky light up with vibrant colors.

[roverjamball]

I’d love to read it !!

one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Battle of Jakku – Last Stand #001

“Wronged and Reborn”, by Alex Segura (W), Jethro Morales and Jim Campbell (A)

“False Histories”, by Alex Segura (W), Leonard Kirk and Jim Campbell (A)

[zatannaroth]

Ｆａｍｉｌｙ Ｌｉｎｅ

𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

8:45 𝚙𝚖

The Titans were all hanging out in the main room of the tower. Connor, Cassie, Rose, Bart, Gar, Tim and Raven. Garfield and Bart decided to have a 'team bonding' to used an excuse to watch their favorite with the rest of the team. Tim agreed but not because of the movie but because they do deserve to hangout with each other.

Tim's has been busy to try to take down Ra's al ghul, since Ra's told him he'd had potential to give him a heir. Which was disgusted to Tim. Because Tim knew that he was well intelligent there was no hiding it. Everybody in the batfamily believe he can be the next batman. But then he quietly shake his head and continue to focus on the movie, forgetting his teammate was a empath.

Meanwhile Raven hated the movie, it wasn't her taste in movies. But she was forced to sit with them and watched it. As she tried to to focus in the bad movie she was able to get a little distracted by Tim's thoughts. He completely forgotten that he was sitting next to her and his thoughts were loud. Usually he was good at hiding his emotions but this was something big for him. She quietly sneak a little glance at him as he looked a little exhausted but was determined to watch the movie with the rest of their teammates. Raven then looked back at the screen and she tried to at least get the concept of the movie.

As the movie ended everybody (but Raven) liked the movie and they decided to start having a movie night every once in a while. As they headed back to the own room. Tim felt something wasn't right and as he was heading to check it out. He saw that Beast boy passed out the hallway floor.

"Beast boy!" He help him up and sat him up a against the wall. He pull out his pull his Titans communicator and start notifying the others.

"We have a titan down I repeated we have a Titan down. We might have an intruder in the tower."

Connor was the second who got hurt. As he heard Tim's news. He was about to get out of his room until a figure pull out a small kryptonite and stab it on his side. Connor growled in pain as he looked up at the figure and only saw he had a red and back in their suit and with a black coat. As Connor tried to get a better looked at him but his eyes were closing and then falling on the floor hard.

"Tim this is Cassie, Connor is down. Somebody had kryptonite and stab in his side."

"Rose is down too! And the dude mess up my foot as I used my speed force on him."

Tim mind races..was this all Ra's al ghul? But then he shake his head nothing he wouldn't do this all alone. Somebody must've known them personally to able bypass the security system...but where was Raven?

Meanwhile with her, she was brushing her long hair when she heard the incident as she was about to her pick up her device. She felt an aura, a familiar aura.. she immediately used her magic but was soon felt frozen. Her hand and her body wasn't able to move no matter how hard she resisted.

"it's alright mom..I'm not going to hurt you."

Raven looked at the shadow who was at the corner of her room. "Who are you." She growled out. The figured slowly walked out of the Shadow and closer to her. He looked around his late 20s while holding his mask in his hand. He had her pale skin and her lips but shockingly he had Tim's eyes.

She felt sick to her stomach when she felt the same aura from Tim's but including her's. Raven shake her head as it was impossible her and her boss to ever thought of having a child together. But 'their child' was standing in front of her. Using his power against her.

"I have to this because I have to stop superman from killing."

Her 'son' told her. "He will kill us all if we don't stop him." He continued on. "I can't risk lots of people I love... including dad."

But then her door busted open as Tim was in his red Robin suit. He saw the figured in front of Raven and he too had magic, making him a little too dangerous. But Tim didn't cared and as he was about to take down the guy. The intruder eyes turned into red and now became four just like Raven's. whenever her dark side comes out. The guys launched onto Tim and held him against the wall.

"Get out of my way!" And immediately disappeared into the floor. Causing the room to go silent and Raven now free from his powers.

12:27 pm

Everybody was discussing what happened. But I noticed something was up with Raven. She was always quiet, yes but she knew something because the figured didn't hurted her...but instead was talking to her.

I cleared my throat and everyone was looking at me expect for her.

"Raven. A word with you..in private." I told her.

𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙

"You know something don't you." Tim's cross his his arms as he stared right directly at me. I know his tactics I worked with him. I closed my eyes before opening them back open. Luckily I had my white hood up to cover some of my face. "He's wants to kill superman." I told him. Tim immediately dropped his arms downs to his side and march up to me.

"And you didn't say anything his before!" His anger was high. But I brushed it off "How come you're so calmed about it, Rachel!" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. And took out his phone and knowing he was going to contact Batman to report it. "He's our son." I was able to make him froze before he press the called button.

"you're lying."

I looked right directly at her. She never once lied before this had to be fake. She still remained calmed as I, the other hand was different. "We never had sex." She rolled her eyes as she now had her arms cross. "Of course not." I growled. "He has your eyes and I felt his Aura...it was just like you." I was able to see much if the guy. But I did saw he had same powers as Raven. "But he's a killer." I pressed on. "why does 'our son' wants to kill Superman. Did he told you why? Since you're so weirdly okay with that." Raven puts her hood down and she reveals that gorgeous face of her. I tried to not focus on her beauty right now as I was still frustrated with her.

"Because in his world we are all in danger. Superman is a killer. But He told me i was a prisoner again to trigon. You die." She looked into my eyes. "He and the very little of his team are trying to prevent this happening in the future. So he came here to stop it." But immediately grab her arms. "And do you think killing is right?! Thats not us. We. Don't. Kill." "Are you not listening that we could be in danger. YOU could die. And I will be back working with my father." She continue on. I have never seen her like this before so worried. "Rachel.". I gently cup her face "I'm not letting you go with your father. You fought so much to not be like him." But she shook her head. "I can always run but never hid from him."

5:23am

Tim woke up and he saw the suns rise slowly coming up. He looked at the rooftop furniture and saw his suit on the floor with alongside Raven's. He felt so stupid for what he had done. He was supposed to contact Bruce and tell him that Clark was in trouble. But instead he had sex with Raven on the rooftop. He was frustrated and she was a mess. He doesn't remember who kissed first but he knows that she was moaning out his name softly against his ear as it felt heaven to him. But then soon he realized that they didn't used any protection. So there was huge possibility they were able to conceive this child who was going to be a killer in the future. He sat up and had his cape covering his lower body but covering Raven mostly. She was still asleep peacefully and guilt hit him knowing he felt like he took advantage of her. Slowly getting up he picked up his pants and put them back on. He's let out a shaky breath out before he knew that their family line and future was going to be dangerous And he had to stop their 'son' before it was to late.

[demonqueenbeee]

I've gotten significantlyish better at color and rendering so maybe I'll redo this one

I had plans to color this but like

1. I like it how it is now and coloring will probably ruin it

2. Its gonna take forever because I dont know how to color metal

[flyingkiki]

hiii i know you haven’t updated in two years but i just wanted to reach out and say i still read all your works on ao3. it’s so beautifully written and it makes me love and appreciate a couple i never thought i’d ship.

Aww. Hiiii. Thank you.

I absolutely love TimRae. I also did not think I'd ship them. But there is just something so interesting, dark, and shared in their characters and experiences that makes them so fun to pair and get them into fun (smutty) situations.

I'm excited to hop on the TimRae ship again and get this steamboat (lol) going. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

I have a few ideas for my stories but let me know if there is any update you'd like me to get out first.

Orrr, if you have any shorts request, smutty or not, let me know. Just drop off your prompts.

[darthvashtique93]

Mind Escape

Part 5

"Ugh!" Tim grunted as he hit the ground and rolled multiple times, landing on his back. Bart screamed as he too landed next to Tim. "Is this really necessary?" Bart asked. He turned to Knowledge, Anguish, Joy, and Confidence.

"You can do it!" Joy cheered.

"Kick her ass!" Confidence shouted.

"Yes," Knowledge answered Bart's question. "This is necessary."

"Can't you help?" Bart asked desperately.

"Something feels…off," he said to Bart. "Crap!" he exclaimed as he dodged a black blast.

"What do you mean?" Bart said as he dodged the black energy Passion seemed to release in rapid fire.

"The other emotions–the way they're watching us," Tim said as he flipped out of the way.

"Stay still!" Passion shouted.

"This almost seems…planned," Tim said right before he took a blast to the stomach. "Ugh!" he grunted. That hurt, he thought, but…I'm not puking. It's almost like someone has told her not to hurt us. Tim looked at Knowledge. He saw her give Passion a slight nod. Yeah, they're definitely up to something.

"Passion," Knowledge called out, "Raven hasn't shown. You may need to hit harder."

"With glee," Passion smiled.

Raven stumbled into Constantine's mansion. "What was up with you today?" Constantine asked her. "Your head wasn't in it. You weren't concentrating. I know you're better than that."

"I don't know," Raven replied as she rubbed her head. "I've been having sporadic headaches throughout the day. It started when we entered Circe's domain, but now I'm not so sure." Raven plopped into an armchair.

"Hmm," Constantine said, "maybe you need a drink."

"I doubt that's the solution to my problem."

"Rum solves every problem."

Passion threw wave after wave of dark energy at the two heroes. Okay, Tim thought as he ducked and dodged while Bart zipped out of the way, she may be trying to kill us. Passion uttered a bunch of words in an alien language as she lifted her arms. Black spikes shot up, turning the ground into a minefield. Tim had to remain light on his feet to avoid being pierced. Raven doesn't like close combat. I need to get close to her. "Bart!" Tim shouted. "Whirlwind!"

"Got it!" Bart replied. Bart ran to Passion and circled her at lightning speed, creating a whirlwind. He threw a punch now and then as he ran. Passion levitated in the air and sent tendrils of magic spiraling in every direction. "Woah!" Bart exclaimed as one caught his leg and made him trip, slide, and roll.

Not giving Passion a second to breathe, Tim came charging at her with a superman punch. Passion's eyes widened in surprise as she found herself forced to defend herself against Tim's charging superman punch. "You are so annoying!" she glared as she blocked Tim's punches and kicks. Countering one of her blocks, Tim jabbed, striking her in the face. Passion stumbled back and stared at Tim with a mixture of rage and lust. "You hit hard," she smirked. "I like that. My turn." Immobilizing Tim with her powers, Passion launched her own attack, punching and slapping Tim in the face. "You seem like a guy who likes it rough," she laughed as she raked her nails across Tim's face. Bart attacked Passion from behind. She released Tim from her powers and took a beating from Bart as he was too fast for her. "Enough!" she screamed, releasing another surge of magic, throwing Bart, Tim, and the emotions back. "I'm done with your stupid plan, Miss Know-It-All," she growled. Her hands crackled with magic. "I'm gonna kill everyone!"

Raven tapped her foot restlessly as she and Constantine reviewed their mission. They'd been at it for over an hour. "Do you have a guess as to who Circe was talking about?" Constantine asked. "It's like trying to decipher a riddle wrapped in an enigma? If I had to hazard a guess, she's probably referring to some ancient bloody menace or a power-hungry sorcerer. She did mention Enchantress. Any thoughts?"

"For the last time," Raven nearly growled, "I have no idea what or who she's talking about! I don't know how Enchantress or the Lords of Chaos fit into this! We're getting nowhere! Just help me find them, and I'll kill them all!" Raven released a wave of energy, shattering every glass in the room, including the one Constantine was holding. Raven froze in shock. What just…oh no.

"Damn, girl," Constantine said. "Eh…you broke it," he whined, holding up a jagged piece of what used to be a glass bottle of rum."

"I am so sorry," Raven apologized sincerely. "But I've got to go. I know what's wrong. I'll tell you later," Raven said before teleporting away.

Constantine mournfully stared at the shattered rum bottle in his hand. He threw it over his shoulder with a shrug and said, "Pub it is, then."

Raven appeared in her room and ran to a dresser. "What!" she gasped. "It was right here." Looking around, her eyes found it on the floor. Raven lifted it with her powers and grasped it in her hands. She stared in horror at the giant crack cutting across the glass. "Trigon-dammit."

Tim had no idea where Bart was. All he knew was – his face was numb, bruised, and bloodied; and Passion had his neck in an iron grip. "Passion!" Confidence lifted herself off the ground and popped her shoulder back into place. "Let go of that handsome man!"

"I find his handsomeness irksome," Passion replied, "he irks me. I want to throttle him every time I see his handsome face!" she tightened her hold on Tim's neck. She glared at him with her four eyes. "Do you know how much your handsome face pisses me off?" she asked, giving him a shake.

"If you find him handsome, why are you so upset?" Joy asked. She sported several bruises of her own.

"Shut up!" Passion screamed, sending a weak blast of energy her way. Fortunately for Tim, Passion was growing weak and tired; unfortunately for Tim, he was already tired. He'd taken so many headshots. Passion liked and disliked his face, and it showed in her attacks. While she went all out on Joy, Confidence, Knowledge, and Bart (Anguish had vanished ages ago), she only aimed for his head. There wasn't much he could do while concussed. All he could do was slip his fingers under the ones around his neck that were crushing his airway. "I want to both kiss and hit this guy!" she screamed. "And it's pissing me off! So, I'm going to kill him!"

"You can't kill him while he's in here," Knowledge coughed. Blood trickled from her mouth while one side of her face bore heavy bruising.

Passion shrugged. "I won't know unless I try." She squeezed even tighter. Black dots appeared at the edge of Tim's vision. I'm going to pass out, was his final thought before he heard a "Stop!" Oxygen flooded his lungs as his body crumbled. Rolling onto his back, he was grateful to see a pair of violet eyes. Huh, he wondered, have her eyes always been that pretty?

"Tim," he heard. Her voice swam in his head. "Tim. Tim!" Suddenly, Tim could feel his face, and his head was no longer pounding.

"Raven," he said. Raven helped him sit up. "When did you–"

"Raven!" Bart cried out. Less than a second later, he was hugging the empath from behind, sobbing into her back. "I am so sorry. I am so, so, sorry. I will never, ever enter your room again. Please, just take us back!"

"Well, that sort of answers one of my questions," Raven said. "What is going on? What happened to Tim's face? And why isn't she locked away?" Raven pointed to Passion, who was now wrapped in chains from head-to-toe.

Passion glared at Raven. "Confidence released me," she sneered.

"Why?" Raven asked Confidence.

"It was Knowledge's idea," Confidence said.

"It was your plan," Knowledge replied.

"Yeah, but you're the smart one. You're supposed to stop me from doing stupid things."

"What plan?" Raven asked as she tried to push Bart away.

"Please let me hold you," he whispered. "It lets me know that you're the real you."

"Bart and Tim fell into the mirror," Joy bounced on her feet. She looked good for someone who just had their butts beaten.

"We didn't fall in," Tim corrected her as he stood, releasing a loud groan. "We got pulled in because Bart broke into Raven's room."

"It's a decision I regret and a mistake I will never make again," Bart said, refusing to release Raven.

"Bart," Raven said, "let me go, or I will leave you here." Bart immediately released her. "Now," Raven sighed, "what is going on?"

"Bart and Tim entered the mirror," Joy smiled.

"Yes, I know," Raven said. "Why didn't any of you alert me?"

The heads of Bart and Tim snapped towards Raven. "What do you mean?" Bart asked. "You mean to tell me your emotions could have alerted you at any time?"

"Yeah," Raven answered. "I wouldn't have been able to release you immediately, but I would have been able to keep you safe." Raven turned to her emotions, ignoring the appearance of Anguish. "Why didn't any of you alert me?"

"Confidence wanted to teach Tim a lesson because he was so mean when you first arrived," Anguish cried.

"You were part of this, too?" Raven asked in surprise. "You're usually too scared to do anything."

"I just wanted to make Joy happy," Anguish sobbed into her cloak.

"Hold on," Tim pinched his nose. "You kept us here as a prank?"

"Amusement isn't even here," Raven said. "It's just you four…and Passion."

"I don't need Amusement to pull a prank," Knowledge replied with an eye roll, "we have Joy." Joy nodded enthusiastically at the sound of her name.

"What about me?" Bart asked. "I was nice to Raven."

"You entered her room without permission and touched her things," Confident replied. "You're lucky I didn't slap you as soon as you appeared."

"We didn't pull you into the mirror," Joy explained. "That's a defense triggered when someone who isn't Raven tries to steal it."

"I wasn't trying to steal it," Bart said. "It was for Truth or Dare."

"You didn't have her permission, and that's basically the same thing," Joy grinned.

"Okay," Tim said. "So, in the beginning, when we walked through those memory apparitions…?"

"Stalling to set everything up," Knowledge said. "Joy met you first to get you to let your guard down. Making you go through Anguish's domain was our way of mildly torturing you."

"Mildly?" Bart scoffed. "I'm not going to be able to sleep for over a week."

"You let them see my fears?" Raven asked angrily. Passion immediately perked up at the surge of power she felt, and Raven had to calm herself down. "You gave them access to…me?"

"Don't worry," Knowledge sighed, "we only showed them the Nightmare Mirrors and Path of Terror. We kept them away from the Darkest Thoughts and the Forest of Lost Dreams."

"What the heck!" Bart exclaimed.

"We created a faux version of Trigon-Raven. She was 100 times weaker than the real thing."

"The giant thing? That's your version of weak?" Bart asked, his eyes wide with terror.

"And Passion?" Tim pointed to the red-clad Raven, who was desperately trying to free herself. "You just wanted to see me get pummeled?"

"Trust me," Knowledge said, "deep down, Raven enjoyed seeing a version of herself beat the crap out of you."

"That's not true!" Raven argued. "Why would you show them all of this? You may have given Bart PTSD, and Tim…why?"

"First," Knowledge fixed her glasses, "Bart's PTSD probably comes from the fact his great-grandad can't keep his hands off the timeline. And I chose to show Tim because…I wanted to get things rolling."

"What do you mean?"

"The sarcophagus has begun to crack," Confidence said.

Raven's face grew serious. "What?" she asked. "Why?"

"Well…" Knowledge gestured to Tim with her head.

"No," Raven folded her arms.

"Sorry," Knowledge shrugged.

"No."

"We can't help it," Anguish sobbed.

"I'll put an end to it," Raven said.

"What are they talking about?" Bart asked Tim.

"I honestly have no idea," Tim answered truthfully.

"Okay," Raven rubbed her temples. "I'm too tired to deal with this. Bart, Tim, I'm sorry you've been stuck in here. Though, it is clearly Bart's fault. Emotions," Raven's eyes glowed black as she turned to them, "go to sleep." She snapped her fingers, and everything disappeared.

Tim, Raven, and Bart appeared in Raven's room. Raven picked her mirror up off the floor. The crack was gone. She breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't understand what happened," Bart spoke.

Raven turned and pinned him with a sharp glare. Bart took a step back. "A nsdka," she mumbled incoherently. Before Bart could move, Raven was in front of him with her hand on his head. "Forget what you saw," she commanded. Bart's eyes flashed black. He then stumbled backwards. "What did you do?" he demanded. "What did you do?" Bart paused. "Wait," he smiled, "I can't remember anything I saw. I mean, I remember going into your mirror–"

"Invading my privacy," Raven interrupted him.

"Yeah, that; but I remember nothing from Anguish's territory. This is great! Thanks, Raven! Woo-hoo! I'm gonna go tell Batman what I did and buy you an apology card with flowers. Bye." Bart zipped away. Raven turned to Tim. "Raven," Tim began, taking a step back with his hands up.

"Relax," Raven said. "I'm not going to tinker with your mind." Tim visibly relaxed. "I can trust that you'll keep your mouth shut about what you saw, right?" Raven asked, her eyes flashing red.

"Of course," Tim answered. "Raven, some of the fears I saw–"

"And I never want to talk about it."

"I need to ask this. One of the fears, on that path—I could have sworn one panel had my face on it." Raven didn't speak or blink. "Are you…are you afraid of me?"

"When I said I never want to talk about it, I meant I don't want to talk about it with you," Raven tried to hide the shakiness in her voice, but Tim heard it.

"I know I was mean, mistrustful, and unhelpful when you first arrived. I am sorry. I should have been nicer."

"Tim, I'm tired. I still have things from the mission I need to tell John. I don't have time to do…whatever it is you want to do."

"I just," Tim said, taking a small step towards her. "I need you to know—you don't have to be afraid of me. I will not hurt you."

Raven stared at him. "Please, go," she whispered.

"Okay. Thank you for getting us out of there. Once again, I am sorry for…everything."

Raven watched as Tim turned on his heel and left her room. She relaxed once the door shut behind him. Her lower lip trembled, and she closed her eyes to keep tears from forming. This is for the best, she thought. It's just a crush. It will go away. Besides, I won't be here long. A buzz from her phone got her attention. Earlier that day, she had exchanged numbers with the rest of Justice League Dark. The text she received was from Kent Nelson, or Dr. Fate. Raven's heart raced as she read and reread the text. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but the text read, I found Azarath. Raven covered a sob with her hand. Finally, she thought as a tear rolled down her cheek, I can go home.

[zatannaroth]

*⁠.⁠✧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."

[darthvashtique93]

Azarath

Raven's hands framed Tim's face, gentle yet firm, as her lips met his in a kiss that began hesitant, like an unspoken question. However, the moment Tim responded, the air shifted. The tension between them surged like a wave, crashing over them both, unstoppable. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer, anchoring her to him as though they were two forces fated to collide.

As the kiss deepened, Raven's fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him closer, her lips moving against his with an urgency she hadn't realized she was capable of. Every brush of his lips, every shared breath, unraveled something tightly wound within her, something that had been buried deep. Her heart raced, and she could feel the steady beat of his beneath her palm, the muscles in his arms flexing with the restraint of something he couldn't quite contain. It made her tremble—not with fear, but with anticipation, a hunger she hadn't known she had.

Tim's grip tightened as his kiss grew more demanding, more desperate. Raven responded in kind, her body pressing flush against his, the warmth of his skin burning through the fabric that still separated them. She could feel his heart, a steady drumbeat beneath her fingertips, and the strength of him, coiled like a spring ready to snap. It made her feel alive, electrified.

Tim pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. His breath was uneven, and he took a moment to regain some control. They stared at each other, eyes locking in a silent conversation—words unspoken, but meaning conveyed in every flicker of their gaze. Raven could feel her pulse quicken as his breath brushed over her lips, as if waiting for the answer to a question neither of them had asked out loud.

Tim's voice, low and hoarse, broke the silence. "Are you sure?"

Raven's chest rose and fell with the weight of the moment, each breath heavy with desire. Her mind spun, a whirlwind of thoughts, but her eyes never wavered from his. "I want this," she whispered confidently, leaving no hint of doubt. She searched his eyes, a question of her own lingering. "But you… are you sure?"

Tim's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin with a tenderness that made her heart skip. It was enough to make her stomach tighten in ways she wasn't entirely prepared for. "I've never been more sure of anything," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

Without another word, she kissed him again, this time with an intensity that mirrored the flood of feelings she had kept hidden for far too long. Her lips claimed his, and as if guided by some unseen force, they moved together, pulling each other closer, until there was no space between them. Tim's arms were like steel around her, and she clung to him, unable to break the kiss even as he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her inside.

His lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He pressed her gently against the doorframe, stealing another kiss, his hands mapping her body as though memorizing every curve, every dip. Each touch set her ablaze, each kiss a promise, a vow without words.

They didn't notice the way the world outside seemed to fade away. They were lost in each other, in the intensity of the moment, in the way their bodies seemed to move in perfect harmony. Their steps were hurried but careful, and before long, they found themselves in her room. Tim laid her gently on her bed, and Raven didn't resist. She reached for him, her fingers trembling with excitement as they worked at the buttons of his shirt, pulling at him with a sense of urgency she couldn't hide.

Tim paused, his gaze roaming over her in wonder, like she was a diamond. His expression was soft, full of awe and wonder, and it made her blush. But she didn't look away. She pulled him down to her, their lips meeting once more, the kiss deepening, igniting a fire between them that neither of them had expected.

His hands slid beneath her shirt, his touch cool against her heated skin, and Raven gasped as he peeled it away. His gaze lingered on her exposed skin for a moment, a look of reverence on his face that made her heart race. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low growl of admiration, sending waves of warmth through her, spreading like wildfire. Raven's response was lost in a whirl of Tim's kisses.

The world outside them seemed to cease to exist as they shed layers—both physically and emotionally until they were bared to each other in ways neither had been before. His hands, warm and confident, explored every curve of her, studying the lines and curves of her body like a complex equation he was eager to solve. He refused to move faster, even though he could feel Raven's body trying to spur him on.

The air was thick with their breath, with the unspoken things neither of them dared say. Tim cupped her face again, his eyes searching hers, asking the silent question she had known would come. Raven answered without hesitation, her hands pulling him closer, her body aligning with his, the tension between them finally dissolving as they melted into the softness of the sheets.

The rest of their clothes fell away in a blur, the moment suspended between heartbeats. The only sounds in the room were the rapid beat of their hearts and the rhythm of their breaths. There was no rush, no need for words, just the steady pulse of their connection—raw, undeniable. They moved together, as though their souls had been made for this, for this intimacy that transcended the physical. They were one, and for that moment, it was enough.

A timer going off woke Tim up. He rolled onto his back, groggily reaching for his communicator, blinking as he processed the information on the screen. When he saw they had about an hour left, he fell back onto his pillow, the weight of everything finally beginning to settle. He turned his head, his gaze softening as it landed on Raven. Her hair was a wild tangle across the pillows, framing her face in a way that made his heart ache with something tender, something he couldn't quite name. The blankets only covered her waist, leaving her bare torso exposed to the bright moon light. Tim's face flushed as he took in the sight of her, the warmth of her skin, the curve of her…form. His heart quickened as the memory of what had happened between them a mere hour or two ago finally sunk in.

He waited for the inevitable feeling of regret, but it never came. Instead, he felt… peace. An overwhelming, inexplicable peace. What is it with this place?

He stared at her serene face, captivated by the way she looked in this quiet moment. Her expression was soft, unguarded. He could stare at it all day, but she needed to wake. With a soft sigh, he reached out, brushing his fingers against her cheek, his touch gentle but insistent. Slowly, he began placing soft kisses along the crook of her neck, trailing them down to her shoulder, whispering her name with each kiss.

"Raven," he murmured into her skin, his voice low and affectionate.

Raven stirred beneath him, her face scrunching in an adorable little pout as she began to wake. He kissed the underside of her jaw, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

"Raven," Tim whispered again, this time brushing his lips against her ear.

Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek, and her violet eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the light. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, clearly trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. "Tim?" she mumbled, her voice still thick with slumber, and her gaze was confused, like she wasn't quite sure where she was.

Tim smiled softly. "Hey, you're awake."

Her eyes suddenly widened in horror, and she shot up in bed, her hair falling around her shoulders like a dark wave. "Oh no, we need to get back to Earth," she said, panic creeping into her voice as she looked around, as though expecting the world to crumble around them.

Tim's heart skipped a beat at her sudden anxiety. He gently placed a hand on her face, grounding her. "Raven," he said calmly, "we have 55 minutes. Everything's fine."

"Oh," she sighed, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she sank back into the bed, though the anxiety still lingered in her eyes. "Okay."

Tim studied her for a moment, his gaze unwavering. "Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, but the intensity of his concern filled the space between them.

Raven hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Yeah. Are you?" Her voice was still soft, a little unsure.

"I'm fine." He looked at her, his words steady. But beneath that, a wave of vulnerability stirred in his chest. "Really, I'm fine."

Raven took a long, quiet breath, her fingers toying with the blanket. "I didn't mean for this to happen," she said, the words hanging between them like an apology, though her tone wasn't sure, almost as if she was speaking to herself as much as to him.

Tim's heart twisted at the uncertainty in her voice. He reached out, cupping her face gently with both hands, his touch warm and grounding. "Do you regret it?" His voice was soft, but there was a clear plea behind the words. He needed to know.

Raven's eyes dropped to her lap, her fingers tracing the seams of the blanket. "No... I... I didn't mean to…" She scrambled out of bed, pulling the sheets around her, suddenly very aware of her bare skin. The instinct to cover herself, to retreat into herself, was powerful.

"Raven," Tim said, his voice firm but gentle. He didn't want her to pull away, not physically, not emotionally. He moved to sit beside her, close but not too close, giving her the space she might need to breathe. "This wasn't a hook-up for me. I want you to know that."

Raven froze, her body stiffening. She looked at him then, eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

"I have very real feelings for you," Tim said quietly, searching her face for any sign of understanding. "I'm not expecting this to be just some fleeting thing. This… this wasn't just a hook-up for me."

Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile but hopeful. "Really?"

Tim nodded, his expression open, earnest. "Really." His hands brushed over her face, his touch lingering on her jaw, as if memorizing the feel of her skin. His thumb gently traced the curve of her cheek, and for a moment, the weight of everything else fell away. "I want to be with you, Raven. I just… I don't know how to make you believe that."

Raven swallowed hard, looking away, her fingers nervously twisting in the sheets. "I don't know how to do this," she admitted, her voice small. "I don't know how to be in a relationship. I've never been good at it."

Tim gave a soft chuckle, the sound warm and reassuring. "We take it slow," he said, offering her a smile. "There's no rush."

She looked at him, still unsure. "You're okay with going super-slow?" she asked, her voice tinged with a bit of disbelief, as though she were testing him.

Tim raised an eyebrow. "How slow is super-slow?" he teased, though there was warmth in his tone, a playful edge to it that made her lips twitch into the faintest smile.

Raven scrunched her nose as she playfully slapped his arm. "I'm serious, Tim."

"I know, I know," he grinned. "I'm kidding. We'll go at your pace. Whatever makes you comfortable."

She pushed him lightly, a laugh escaping her lips. It was soft, but it was there, and Tim felt the tension in the room ease. "So, what do you say?" he asked, his voice soft, sincere.

Raven met his gaze again, her eyes searching his, trying to gauge his thoughts. Her breath hitched for a moment before she slowly leaned in, cupping his face with one hand. The world quieted around them as she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him lower. Then, with a soft, reassuring motion, she pressed a kiss to his lips. It was gentle but filled with more meaning than words could ever convey. And before they knew it, they both fell back onto Raven's bed, wrapped in each other once more.

Tim smiled as mother and daughter embraced even though he new Bruce was going to kill him for cutting it so close. "Tim," Arella said. Tim perked up at his name. "It was wonderful to meet you," Raven's mother gushed. "I truly hope to see you again."

"I intend to. And I plan to stay longer. There's so much more I want to see. Thank you for hosting me on such short notice."

"It was my pleasure," she gave him a brief hug. "Raven," she turned to her daughter. "I will stay in touch." She raised a communicator, then glanced between them with a knowing smile. "I hope you used a copulation protection spell."

"Mom!" Raven's face flushed with embarrassment, while Tim stifled a half-laugh, half-cough.

"I'm just saying," her mother shrugged nonchalantly. "I have no condoms in the temple, and I'm out of pregnancy prevention tea leaves. Had I known I'd need them so soon—"

"Mom!" Raven interrupted, her mortification evident.

"I would have asked you to buy a basket from the market," Arella continued, unfazed by her daughter's reaction.

Tim burst into laughter, and Raven's face turned a deeper shade of red. "We're leaving," she declared, summoning a portal with a snap of her fingers. "Mother," she squeaked, feeling waves of amusement roll off of Tim. "I'll see you in a month."

"It was so good to meet you," Tim chuckled, as Raven gently shoved him toward the portal.

"Just go," Raven muttered, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Stay safe," Arella called out with a grin.

Raven smiled at her mother's retreating figure, then turned to Tim, who had his hand outstretched, the same warmth and humor still in his eyes. "Ready?" he asked.

Raven nodded, her heart a little lighter, her feelings clearer. Ready to start this next part of her life, she took his hand.

Wilde trudged up the dirty, damp steps to his apartment, shivering in his cold, soaked clothes. His black, stringy hair clung to his pale, damp skin, and each breath he took seemed to cut through his sore throat. Everything hurt—his body, his mind, his soul—ever since that damn ritual.

He pushed open the door to the dingy apartment he shared with his father, not even bothering to take off his muddy, waterlogged shoes. He had every intention of going straight to his room, sinking into the few moments of peace he could find, but the sound of a door slamming open made him jump.

Wilde scrambled backwards, his back hitting the wall as his heart raced. He looked up, finding his father standing in the doorway, looming over him. Four angry, glowing red eyes glared down at him, the malicious energy practically radiating from his figure.

"You better sleep well tonight," His father's voice was low and guttural, laced with something dangerously close to contempt. "Your training begins tomorrow."

[zatannaroth]

Ａｎｇｅｌｓ ｌｉｋｅ ｙｏｕ

"it's has been two months since Raven has been kidnapped by brother blood...and she still hasn't fully healed."

"I wouldn't blame her, she's pregnant with the enemy child."

"You know...you're the only one who could help her go through this."

"Me? I thought you and her were-" "Tim it's always has been you."

"I see."

As Tim left the private room, he notice that outside was dark. Before he decided to got out on patrol just for a little while. He went straight to Raven room. "Rave..it's me Timmy." He knocks gently. He softened his voice and make sure his presence were calming. The door soon slide open and there she was...laying on the bed with all the darkness. Her body turn to the face to the window and out to the city lights. She had the best view out of the whole tower. Tim slowly came over to lay on the edge of her bed. "Hey...are sleep well?" As he gently lay hand on her ankle.

Usually everyone knew that Raven hated being touched but to everybody shocked that Tim was the only person who can carry her whenever she was injured. "I'm still having trouble sleeping to be honest." She replied as she kept her eyes closed. She started to feel uncomfortable in her own bed. She didn't know either it was the memories or the just the pregnancy. Tim thought for a second and had an idea "would you like to sleep in my bed?...it's bigger and you would have more space." Raven didn't even hesitate, she lifted herself a bit and nodded. She was very tired and could wait to used a different bed.

Tim let out a small chuckle "Come on Angel, let's get you some nice rest." He pick her up and head to his room which wasnt far from her. Raven noticed that he was in his uniform as she lay on his chest. "You're going out on patrol?" Tim hums in response. "yes but it'll be few hours."

They head into his room and he immediately lays Raven onto his bed. Raven felt completely now relaxed and her back was hurting anymore. She closed her eyes and let the smell of Tim's room absorb her. But then felt a something onto of her stomach. She open her eyes and look down. Tim's hand...were on her stomach. Tim's was her safe place, she layed her hand on top of his and said "You know...you were the only one, who made me think on having this baby." Tim looked surprised "Really?..why is that?" He asked. Raven couldn't help but to let out small laugh, she looked over to her shoulder. While Staring at a random thing that Tim had kept at the wall.

"Because you saw that there was good in me. Before the team had ever thought..you saw a sparkle in me that my mother never did. Yes my father wasn't Good man...but you never once blame me for it. You have never seen me as daughter of a devil but as a Angel." Tim knew it was true. He knew what she had been through for a long. He has always been there since they first met. He remember the woman that he has never met before, wanted to save innocent lives from her evil father. "And I know that this child will have sparks too. And I'll see her, like you see me." She let a tear run down her cheek. And Tim was there to rub it away. "You are going to be an wonderful mother Raven. I've seen the you handle child as if their were your own. And I know that you will sometimes you might be alone but your not. You'll have me and the team. Hell I'll will make a crib here if you ever need to rest." He told her cause her to laugh. "You would do that?" "I would a million things for you and this baby."

"Tim." She sat up so she could face him. As now Tim had a arm next to her side and her's was now on his shoulder for balance. She was hesitant at her first but decided to give a shot. "I know you been helping me throughout my pregnancy going to the doctor, making sure I'm being cared while your out with the team, helping me with my cravings and evening lifting my hair when I'm throwing up...but what I'm trying to say that..I would love to put you as the father of my children in birth certificate and take her in, case of anything would happens to me." She look directly to his eyes. And what she didn't expect was the next. He kissed her like saying in a million things in one action. She held his cheek and returned the kiss. She felt alive again and it was better than ever. She was going to be alright again. That what he had promised her when held her after she was kidnapped. Two moths ago she thought she was never going to see the lights again. But then came in her Angel to save her and her child. She was safe, her daughter was safe. She knew that Tim Drake was the only men she ever love for the rest of her life.

[darthvashtique93]

A Willing Sacrifice

"Ahh!"

Red Robin and one of Tannarak's clones, who had his hands around Red Robin's neck, froze at the sound of the scream. The grip loosened as Tannarak summoned his multiples back to himself as he and Red Robin turned to see the source of the scream. Raven was hovering mid-air, black energy erupting around her. Miss Martian scrambled away, clutching her head. "Raven?" Red Robin whispered, voice filled with alarm.

"You think you're so tough," Klarion sneered as Raven rose higher, her power intensifying. "But it's time for round two!" Klarion screamed as he charged the agitated empath.

"Klarion, wait!" Red Robin lifted a hand, a warning in his voice.

Klarion unleashed a bolt of energy at Raven, but she deflected it with a mere wave of her hand before retaliating with a blast of her own. "You witch!" Klarion screamed, thrown backward by the impact. Red Robin staggered to his feet but felt a firm grip on his shoulder. Batman, who was crouched low, gripped Red Robin's shoulder and shook his head at Red Robin.

Red Robin looked around, spotting the three other Chaos Lords advancing on Raven. "This isn't good," Robin said, worry edging into his tone. "Should we stop them?"

"No," Batman replied, his gaze unwavering.

Raven watched as the Chaos Lords approached, the air thickening with a dark, foreboding energy. These are the ones who hurt you, a voice in her mind whispered. She descended to the ground, fists clenched, her aura crackling with lethal intent. These are the ones who will pay.

Klarion rejoined his companions, with Teekl cradled in his arms and a smirk on his face. "You really think you can take on all four of us?" His voice oozed mockery.

"You hurt me," Raven replied, her tone low, melodic, and chilling. "Now I'm going to hurt you."

"Fine. Have it your way." Xanadoth and Mordru moved as one, weaving a dark net of energy meant to ensnare her mind. But Raven's magic surged, shadows spiraling around her in a violent tempest. With a scream that tore through the air, she unleashed a wave of darkness, shattering the ground beneath her and sending debris hurtling toward her enemies.

Tannarak shot his hands up, summoning a barrier of shimmering green light. But Raven's attack crashed into it, rippling the shield violently until cracks began to spread under the weight of her rage.

"So much rage!" Klarion laughed, dodging a shadow tendril that lashed out, barely missing him. "I like it!"

Mordru countered, summoning black tendrils that snaked through the air, aiming to bind her. Raven's eyes blazed as she retaliated, hurling shadowy projectiles that detonated with bone-crushing force, each explosion sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

"Hey! Watch it!" Klarion yelped, his taunts laced with nervous energy as he narrowly dodged another blast. "You're ruining my fun!"

"Shut up, Klarion!" Xanadoth snapped, cutting her eyes at him.

Raven could feel her power swelling, intensifying with each attack they launched. It was intoxicating, primal. A second pair of eyes appeared as she let out a raw, feral roar, channeling her magic into a massive, raven-shaped wave of darkness that surged forward like a tsunami. Behind her, her teammates and other heroes scrambled for cover, their eyes wide with shock as they frantically tried to form a plan to stop her.

The Chaos Lords raised shields of their own, but one by one, they shattered under the crushing weight of Raven's darkness, erupting in showers of energy and sparks. Xanadoth's eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face. "That… that is dark magic," she sneered, thinking for the first time that she may have underestimated Trigon's daughter. Glancing at the others furiously, Xanadoth hurtled herself toward Raven, dark energy blazing at her fingertips and confronted Trigon's spawn, hand-to-hand. Raven parried every kick and punch while sidestepping the magic attacks of the other three Chaos Lords.

"Meow."

"Shut up, Teekl!" Klarion yelled. "We're doing fine!"

Finally gaining the upper hand, they surrounded her-their combined beams of energy slamming into Raven's shield from every direction. Cracks began to spiderweb across its surface, and Raven felt herself weakening. Before her shield could disintegrate, she heard her voice whisper again; They wanted to use you. They wanted you to open a portal.

"See, Teekl," Klarion laughed, but his voice trembled as he watched Raven. "She's not that impres—ah!"

Without warning, a force threw the Chaos Lords backward, sending them crashing to the ground like broken marionettes. Their bodies slammed into the earth with a sickening crunch that echoed across the battlefield.

"Meow," Teekl purred, unbothered by the chaos.

"Shut up," Klarion hissed, scrambling to his feet. Blood trickled down his forehead, and he wiped it away with a wild grin. "Lucky shot. That's all."

But Raven was past hearing them. Her power bubbled to the surface, an unstoppable storm ready to consume everything. She took a step forward, shadows thrashing violently around her. "You want access to my mind?" she roared, the energy swirling around her like a vortex. "You want me to make a portal?" A cold smile crossed her lips, and as a pair of red eyes flared above her own, Raven chanted, her voice a haunting, ancient murmur that sent shivers through the air. Red symbols flashed on her skin, and the Chaos Lords could only watch, dread filling their eyes, as the ground trembled beneath her, a portal of unimaginable darkness beginning to form. "You want a portal? I'll give you a portal."

"What is she doing?" Zatanna shouted as a massive portal swirled open beneath Raven, dark and foreboding.

Doctor Fate cast a spell, instantly anchoring the heroes where they stood as a fierce wind whipped around them, pulling everything toward the portal. "It's a gateway to Trigon's dimension," he answered, his voice strained.

"Oh, hell!" Constantine cursed, eyes wide.

"It still exists‽" Zatanna gasped, glancing frantically at Fate. "But how—?"

"Not the time!" he snapped, his focus unbroken.

"She's lost in her mind," Miss Martian reported, her voice tinged with fear as she tried yet again to reach Raven telepathically. "Whatever they did to her—she's disoriented. They put her in a dreamscape, and now she's trying to distinguish reality from fiction."

"And this is the only way she knows how‽" Kid Flash yelled, clutching his injured leg as Beast Boy helped him brace against the pull of the wind.

"Then maybe Red Robin can talk her down!" Beast Boy shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the roaring winds.

"What do you mean?" Red Robin looked at Beast Boy, startled.

"Dude," Beast Boy gave him a bland look.

"Seriously?" Robin added, shooting him a hard look, and a clear 'Duh' stare.

"Right," Red Robin said, his gaze sharpening. "Doctor Fate—can you get me behind her? Or above her?"

Doctor Fate gave a firm nod, already preparing the spell. Red Robin turned to Batman, who met his gaze with a brief but solid nod of approval.

"Have a calm or intimate memory ready," Miss Martian said. "Something…deep…a conversation…or something."

Red Robin nodded.

"All right," Doctor Fate said, "are you ready?"

Teekl's terrified cries echoed as the Chaos Lords struggled to keep their footing against the force pulling them toward the portal. "The Enchantress has vanished," Mordru announced, his tone edged with frustration.

"This is no longer our concern," Xanadoth replied coldly. "Let Trigon's spawns tear this world apart. We're done here." Without another word, Xanadoth, Mordru, and Tannarak each vanished in turn, their figures dissolving into the air.

"Oh, come on!" Klarion sputtered, "You're joking! We can take her!"

"Meow!" Teekl yowled.

"What do you mean, I lost again?" Klarion snapped, glaring at his companion. "Stupid cat."

"Meow."

"You shut up!" he muttered, eyes flashing with irritation before he, too, disappeared.

What am I doing? Protecting yourself. They're gone. Are they? No, they're still in my mind. They're not in your mind. You're fine. You're alone. No. I am not. I am.

Raven's chest heaved with each ragged breath she took. They ran! How dare they run from the daughter of—"Ugh!" She exclaimed, a weight crashing down on her. She screamed as her body flipped mid-air, landing hard against something—or someone—as her portal flickered out of existence. Dazed, she rolled to her feet, magic at the ready.

"Wait!" the person beneath her—clad in dark red and black—called out, holding up a hand. "Just wait."

Raven paused with her four eyes narrowed at the creature before her, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"You're safe," the figure said gently as he slowly stood. "I'm not here to hurt you."

Her rage smoldered, dark and unyielding. Safe? The word echoed bitterly in her mind. The agony they inflicted, the false sense of peace they'd made her feel—it all roared back. Shadows gathered around her, writhing and pulsing, as her fury swelled.

"I don't know what happened to you. I can't even imagine," he continued, his voice calm, his gaze unwavering. "But you're safe now."

Raven's glare hardened, her rage fueling her powers as she raised her hand, darkness coiling around her fingertips, ready to unleash her wrath.

Red Robin stared into Raven's red, angry eyes, now narrowed and trained on him. The four eyes should have freaked him out—but oddly, they didn't. "Raven…" he breathed her name, voice low and careful. She looked exhausted. Her uniform was torn and singed in some places, and her body was trembling with barely contained energy. He'd heard her scream earlier—a sound that still echoed painfully in his mind, one he never wanted to hear again.

"Raven, you know me," he said, taking a cautious step forward. Her hands still glowed with dark energy, sparking dangerously. With slow, deliberate movements, Red Robin pulled off one of his gloves with his teeth, revealing his bare hand. "We're friends," he murmured, offering her a faint smile. "Maybe…more than friends? We've kissed a couple of times." Behind him, he heard gasps of surprise and exclamations from his teammates. He groaned at their responses. So dramatic. He ignored them. With measured slowness, he reached for her hand, but she flinched, her magic sparking in warning. "I know they hurt you, but I'm not going to hurt you," he promised softly, pulling his mask off in one fluid motion, revealing his face. He held her gaze, willing her to see him, to recognize him—but her expression remained hard, and more shadows curled around her.

Realizing words weren't enough, Tim gingerly took Raven's hand, grounding himself with a calming breath. He focused on a memory, a simple one, but filled with warmth—a memory just for her.

It was their fifth study session. Raven was finally more relaxed around him, letting her sarcasm and dry humor emerge, and for once, she wasn't hiding under her hood. For Tim, seeing her face fully—though often impassive—was mesmerizing. Earlier, she had even laughed quietly at one of his jokes, nearly flooring him. He watched her brows knit as she concentrated on a problem, her lips twisting in thought. Cute, he thought, then caught himself staring and averted his eyes, embarrassed. His eyes fell on one of her notebooks, peeking out from under a textbook. "List of… what?" he read aloud, grabbing it impulsively, breaking her concentration. "List of Earth's Differences," he continued, ignoring her horrified expression.

"Hey!" Raven exclaimed, reaching for it, but Tim held it just out of her reach.

"Difference #1: The water. Difference #2: Pizza. Difference—" he laughed as he saw her cheeks flush slightly. "You made a list of ways this Earth differs from yours?"

"It… started off as an exercise with Dinah," she mumbled, her blush deepening. "Then I just… kept going."

Tim flipped to the last entry, eyes widening. "Almost 600 differences? That's impressive."

She reached for it again, but he playfully blocked her hands. "Metahumans?" he asked.

"We didn't have those on my Earth," she said, relaxing.

"What did you call humans with abilities?" he asked.

"We just called them 'humans with abilities.'"

Tim chuckled as he read another entry. "Boom tubes?"

"Teleportation pads," she replied. "And they only existed in Justice League headquarters."

"Difference #50: The stars," he read, looking up at her curiously. "The stars?"

"They're backward here," she said. "The Big Dipper faces the other way."

"Really?" he said, captivated. "You wrote sunset and sunrise? Don't tell me they set north and south?"

"On my Earth, the sun sets in the east and rises in the west."

He shook his head in amazement. "Things must have been so confusing when you arrived."

"You have no idea," she sighed.

"My treating you like a pariah didn't help, I'm sure."

"It's fine, Tim." She waved it off, but he frowned.

"I don't think it is," he insisted, guilt flashing in his eyes.

She met his gaze, her lips curving into a small smile. "I forgive you. You were scared… I understand. What we do…it's good to be wary," she relented with a slightly melancholy expression.

"It doesn't make my treatment of you okay," he said. Raven looked up at him, her eyes shining with an emotion he couldn't name. They held each other's gaze, a warmth building between them. "Ahem." Tim cleared his throat, trying to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. He raised a brow at a particular entry. "Waffles? How could waffles be different?"

"They just are," Raven said, starting to argue.

Tim grinned as he finished the memory aloud. "You said our Earth makes the outsides crispier and the insides fluffier. You said our Earth has the perfect waffle." He intertwined their fingers. When he felt her fingers twitch, his eyes widened. "Raven…" he whispered, feeling her finally register his presence. Her eyes returned to their usual violet color as the second pair faded. "Raven," he whispered, his relief palpable. Her hand went slack as she slumped forward, and he caught her as they sank to the ground together. "I have you," he repeated, stroking her face gently.

She blinked, staring at him. "Tim," she whispered, then threw her arms around his neck. "You're safe," she breathed.

"I'm safe? You were worried about me?"

"You kept coming back and-and-and he kept taking your memories. I was worried you'd-you'd-" Tim held her even tighter. "Thank you for saving me," her voice cracked.

"You never have to thank me for saving you," he assured her, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes.

"How long was I…?" she asked softly.

"About twenty-one hours." He stroked her cheek as they locked eyes, and Raven leaned into his hand, chuckling in exhaustion. "What's so funny?" he asked, his thumb brushing along her cheek.

"In my head, there was this version of you but… your skin was ice cold," she muttered.

"Ice cold?" He smirked. "Were you… feeling me up in there?"

Raven's cheeks blazed red as her eyes widened in embarrassment. "That's not it…"

With a soft laugh, he leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm just glad you're back."

"Not to interrupt this riveting reunion," Kid Flash interrupted the two with a grin, "but can we go home now? I'm pretty sure my fibula is poking out, I'm in so much pain, and I need some sleep."

"Yeah," Tim looked at Raven once more, tenderly brushing hair out of her face. "Let's go home."

Enchantress clawed at her temples, desperate to quench the fire blazing in her skull. "You failed!" The voice thundered, reverberating through her skull.

A strangled whimper escaped her lips as she lay curled in her bed, each nerve ending seared in agony. "I'm… sorry," she gasped, barely able to speak as tears, snot, and drool poured down her face. "She's… too powerful."

"You have one more chance!" the voice hissed, each word a spike of fresh pain.

"How am I supposed to make her open a portal?" she cried, her voice edged with fury—furious at herself, at her own weakness, and at the power he held over her.

"No! I'll find my own way out!" he barked, a sinister calm that cut through her agony. The pressure in her head intensified to the point of excruciation. "I want you to kill her!"

"How?" She could barely form the word, choking on a mix of terror and exhaustion.

"My servants have reported that the heroes are occupied with the cleanup efforts following the Chaos Lords' disaster," he sneered loudly in her head. "Raven should be easily accessible, and this last encounter should have left her severely weakened." I'll provide you with a tool that will bring her down." The pressure in her head lessened, the pain ebbing just enough for her to draw a ragged breath. But his final words chilled her to her core as they echoed in her head. "Fail me, and I will erase you from existence. That's a promise."