Fandom: Teen Titans
Pairing:Raven Roth/ Roy (Speedy) Harper
Rating: PG-13 (for some off-color language)
Disclaimer: The characters Raven and Speedy and the world in which they live in do not belong to me, they belong to DC Comics and Cartoon Network and whoever else is on the contract. I do not claim to own them and I certainly don't make any money off of this.
A/N: This was written as my first ficlet entry for the 7snogs community over at Livejournal. You can find it here: http/ www . Livejournal . com / community / 7snogs / (remove spaces). I haven't abandoned Robin/Raven pairing, but I couldn't claim them two for 7snogs since someone already had. So...I claimed Speedy/Raven! I might also submit this to a dA teentitan group contest, but I haven't decided yet.
Special A/N: I'm going to be putting up some more scraps in my emsscraps journal tonight. These are little short fics, maybe incomplete, maybe not, that I've written out but that I don't want to post here on fanfiction (dot) net because I'm not taking it serious enough for that. They're silly and in all probability completely OOC (and definitely un-beta'd, so it's going to have errors and problems galore, but go ahead and take a look at 'em if you're so inclined. You might get a good laugh. (let me know if you do? I'd like to know that people are reading what I put up there.)
Ask A Stupid Question
"You don't have a cape."
The ease with which she came up with an answer threw him, temporarily, for a loop. He had expected her to falter for a bit, to consider...at least to have the good grace to look flustered. (He was always trying to find reasons to fluster her) But she had given him absolutely no satisfaction. She had actually answered him as casually and as nonchalantly as if she had considered the very same question previously on her own and hence found absolutely nothing wrong with someone asking her the same question.
"A cape?" he asked, his voice showing only the minimalist hint of the surprise he was experiencing. She nodded, almost innocently, and continued to shuffle the cards expertly. "As in that flappy thing that can get in your way and trip you up and get caught on things and just generally makes a nuisance of itself?" he asked for clarification.
She looked up at him and now it was she who looked surprised. "It only makes a nuisance of itself if you don't know how to handle it." She shrugged and started dealing the cards, "Obviously, since you don't have one, then you probably never learned the grace to..."
"Stop right there, Raven..." he ignored the cards as they sailed in a graceful curve to land in front of him. "You mean to tell me that you honestly think Robin the Boy Blunder, so named by you yourself, is in any way, shape, or form cooler than me because he wears...a cape?"
She shook her head, but there was a slight tilt to her lips that told him just as clear as day that she was fucking with him. "That was not your question, Speedy," she answered. "You asked, and I quote, 'What does he have that I don't' and that's the answer: a cape."
Speedy frowned at her so hard he knew she could feel it even through his mask. "That shouldn't be your answer," he told her, exasperation lacing his voice. "You're supposed to say, 'No, Speedy, of course he's not cooler than you...'" She raised her eyebrows, the perfect picture of questioning innocence. "And besides," he continued before she could say anything, "You know that's not what I meant."
She did smile at him then, "How do I know that?" she asked almost sweetly, "I'm an empath, not a mind reader."
"Oh..." he shook his head and grinned, thinking he had figured her out. "Were you upset because I asked, is that it?"
She rose a brow, "No...but I do wonder why you feel you have to ask...do you compare yourself to him often?" she challenged.
He frowned again, "Don't make this about me."
She did laugh then and it was full of all the dark mirth she could get out of goading him and stringing him along like a mouse at the end of a string. "Oh? And who is this about if not you?" she asked.
"It's supposed to be about you," he said emphatically.
"Me?" she asked, the grin still on her lips. "Forgive me if I don't understand how asking me what Robin has that you don't could possibly be about me as opposed to being about you."
He just barely withheld a growl, "The implied question was..." and he stopped himself, because he wasn't certain he wanted to explain it all to her all that much. This wasn't going at all the way he had intended it to go, he realized dejectedly.
She rose another brow and cocked her head to the side, as if waiting, "Do tell, Speedy, what was the implied question?"
And just like that, he realized it like falling off the tree of stupidity, hitting himself with every branch of manipulated dork on the way down. She had, oh-so-eloquently, played him as if he were a fucking Stradivarius. Even though he had started the conversation thinking to get the upper hand, she had turned the tables on him so completely that he hadn't realized it until it was too late to get out of it with any semblance of dignity no matter what he said.
"Your uniforms are so alike, that I only naturally assumed you were speaking about what he has costuming-wise, but if there was an implied question that I didn't grasp..."
He narrowed his eyes at her and could tell by the twinkling in her eyes that she had seen it, that she knew he knew he was caught. "Oh, you grasped it, alright..." he told her, "You might be many things, but stupid is not one of them," he told her accusingly.
She smiled, "Thank you." As if he had intended to compliment her!
"It's not a compliment!" he exclaimed.
She chuckled, "Another implied something?" she asked cheekily.
Feeling stupid and stubborn, he crossed his arms and looked away from her, "If you don't want to tell me, then fine..." he suddenly remembered the cards and picked them up, shaking his head at his luck: three queens and a jack...almost a full house...just when he didn't want to play anymore.
"I would gladly tell you if you would just ask me clearly," she answered simply.
He looked up at her and leaned toward her on the table, "Would you?" he asked, "Really?"
She nodded as she organized the cards in her hands. "Of course."
Before he could register what he was doing, he had stood and braced an arm on either side of her chair, effectively locking her in place.
She looked up at him calmly. "I guess you don't want to play cards anymore?" she asked casually.
He narrowed his eyes at her, "Would you tell me if you prefer Robin to me?"
And then he saw an amazing thing...he saw the smile, pure and honest and free of sarcasm or teasing or anything else other than simple joy as it bled into her beautiful lavender eyes. He inhaled sharply and tensed, knowing that something big was about to happen.
"Yes, I would," she answered and before he could react, her hands had reached out to hold his face in place and her lips had pressed chastely to his.
She broke the kiss mere moments later, but as he leaned in to repeat it, and deepen it if he could, he found nothing but air and an empty chair. He looked around and found her standing by the door, the same amazing smile on her face for a split second before she disappeared completely into the vortex of black.
For a few moments, he was dumbfounded into silence and thought of nothing but the memory of the feel of her lips, but eventually, it hit him and although he was frustrated at first, it didn't last.
"You never answered my question, Raven!" he exclaimed to the air around him.
Her laughter echoed around him and he knew she had heard him, just as he knew she would. "You never asked!" she answered and he felt the lack of her as she fully left the area.
He couldn't help it: he smiled. 'Okay, Raven,' he thought, 'You got me on a technicality this time, but I'll adjust for that next time.' And there would be a next time, he'd make certain of that.
Dating Raven, the Dark Witch of Titans West, would be many things, he decided, but boring would certainly not be one of them.
Final A/N: This is un-beta'd too. Tom, I didn't want to send it to you because I didn't want to give you something extra to beta, but if you wouldn't mind beta-ing these as well, I'd appreciate it! Also, I welcome any beta-like comments and reviews from anyone who wants to offer them. So, if you've got an error or something that I let slip through my keen ((tries to restrain the sarcasm)) observation, then please feel free to let me know. Tootles. Hope you enjoyed it.