Make Me Wanna Die
A Honeythief Sequel


"Take me, I'm alive, never was a girl with a wicked mind
But everything looks better, when the sun goes down."
- Make Me Wanna Die, Pretty Reckless


"You are making me nervous!"

Raven rolled her eyes as Robin's voice crackled over the communicator. The streets seemed to speed like gray waters beneath her as she flew between the buildings. Robin's motorcycle was a blur of red, staining the darkness below, and a gray line was starting to appear over the tops of the buildings. If Raven was honest with herself, she would say she was beginning to feel warm. Good thing she was good at lying. "I can tell."

"We've got five minutes until the sun breaks the horizon." She heard the snap of irritated teeth, and the loud hum as his engine worked to keep up with her. "Raven, I will personally turn you over my knee and spank you if you are not in our room in three."

"Ha!" Raven snorted and rose above the rooftops, out of sight range. Anything he could do to rub him the wrong way. "You'd like that too much."

"Dude! TMI!" Beast Boy made a gagging noise. "There are things I just don't want to know and that is one of them."

Raven chuckled. "Sorry, Beast Boy." She felt a grin spread across her lips as a streak of evil slipped through her. "Do you want to know what blood-"

"Raven! Seriously! Bleh. You're gonna make me throw up."

"This is not the time for joking." Raven thought she heard Robin's teeth grind together over the communicator. "Four minutes!"

"Jeez." Raven rolled her eyes again, seeing the edge of the bay smoothing the rough edges of the city. Out of the waters rose Titan Tower, looking sleepy in the early dawn. Lights from passing barges twinkled against its smooth windows, winking at her. "Look, we're three minutes away, and everything will be fine."

"Everything will not be fine if I have to-"

"Robin, seriously, dude." Cyborg's cool, irritated voice broke their banter and Raven smiled. "If we have to listen to you talk about spanking one more time, I might throw you two in the bay and save both ya'll the trouble."

Robin gave an irritated snort. "I was going to say 'mend your burns', but whatever you want to think."

Raven broke through the building lines, dipping low over the unusually calm surface of the bay. She let her fingers run through the cool, morning waters and sighed. Her heart seemed to tighten at the thought that she would never again see the beautiful waters light up like sapphires. She would never see the beautiful reds and oranges of a sunrise or sunset, never spend another afternoon in at the park. There was so much that was yanked from her life a month ago.

"Raven! Two minutes!"

She rolled her eyes and turned off the communicator, shutting his nagging up. That was the last thing she needed right now. Right not, she wanted to pretend she could enjoy the first few rays of morning. Gray faded to gold and fragments of fresh, new sun spilled over the edge of buildings.

There was a split second of peace entering her veins, like a runner's high. The pain seemed to fuel her rebellion, and her stomach turned in delight. And then reality took hold. There was the burning, and the sweet, delightful high was immediately replaced by fire. Raven hissed out a curse, barely hearing Robin's angry shouts from the world below, and she fought against the pain that struck her eyes. Her hands started to tremble with agony.

Damnit. Too long. If she didn't move now, she wouldn't make it inside. Raven mustered the last bit of strength she had and phased through the side of the building, tumbling head over heels across the floor, stopping somewhere in the middle of the room. There was a moment of stillness as her breath caught in her chest, and she coughed out a few, thick cries of pain. She curled up into a ball, clutching her hands against her stomach. Her fingers had caught some direct rays and the skin was already blistering.

"What in the hell were you thinking!" Raven's door flew open, and in the blue lights of the hallway, she could see Robin's silhouette seething with rage. He slammed the door and walked over to her shaking body, crouching low next to her. He growled before grabbing "after-sun aloe" and rubbing it onto her skin, trying to heal it quicker. "Damnit, Raven. You can't keep playing these games! This is the second time this week you were playing with fire, literally. You could have been seriously hurt! What would have happened if you were? Raven, are you even listening to me?"

"No." She glared up at him, trying to ignore the pounding in her head. His fingers smoothed over a particularly sore burn and she winced. He pretended not to notice, but his lips twitched in a shadow of guilt. Raven pushed at his arms, trying to get him off her. "I'm sorry, but I can't hear you over your bitching."

"You know, sometimes I think you really do deserve to be spanked." Robin yanked her cloak off her and glared. She shivered as her overheated skin met the cool air of the room and his gaze softened. His fingers threaded in her hair, brushing away the sweat soaked locks from her forehead. Minutes of silence passed slowly, broken only by Raven's irregular panting. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." She rolled onto her back, wincing with the movement, and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She stared at the blankness of her ceiling, knowing that outside the world was waking and she was unable to touch it or even see it. Robin had done everything he could think of to outfit their room with sun-blocking anything, trying to protect her. Her windows were painted black and thick curtains were always pulled tight. Raven hadn't seen real sun in weeks. "Ugh. I just need to go to sleep. I'll be fine in a little bit." She fumbled for the edge of her bed, trying to pull the covers over her head, but Robin grabbed her hand.

"Come on, Rae. Get up." He pulled at her gently. "We've got things to do."

"Things to do?" She glared, fighting the urge to punch him in the face. "Like what? It's seven o'clock in the morning and everyone else is going back to bed, why can't we?"

Robin snorted. "Because I need to spank you for not listening to me. Now, get up."

"You're impossible." Raven rolled her eyes and continued to fumble with the edge of the covers. She managed to pull herself into bed, but the comforter still eluded her. Whatever. She pulled a pillow over her head and sighed. "I'm going back to bed. Wake me up in a few hours, Mister Morning."

"Rachel Roth." His stern voice made her peek one eye out from the edge of the pillow. His lips were trembling with unspoken anger. Of course, he was mad, and she didn't blame him. But sometimes she just needed that thrill. Both from the sun, and pushing his buttons. "You will get up and look at me right now."

Raven snapped her teeth at her mate and sat up, throwing the pillow at him. She fought the urge to shove at his shoulders, sometimes she really wondered about her decision to mate with him. "What?"

"You cannot keep doing this."

Raven rolled her eyes and stood up, grabbing the aloe from his hands. "I'm fine."

"No! You aren't!" He grabbed her blistered wrist and held it in front of her face. The skin was raw and red and burned under his touch. Raven held back a cry of pain as his fingers moved over the wound. "Look at this! This is what happens to you if you touch sun, and this is not okay." He glared into her eyes and Raven tried desperately to avoid his accusing stare. "And this isn't the first time either! You did this three days ago too. What do you want? What are you trying to prove?"

She didn't blame him, she couldn't. But there was some dark spot that took hold of her heart, twisting everything she had ever held dear, and stealing it from her grasp. For nearly a month, Raven had managed to keep her emotions hidden under the surface, managed to keep her feelings away from their relationship. But he had struck that nerve and everything seemed to pour out at once. "That I'm still human! That there is some part of me left that is normal. That I won't have to live forever in this coffin, waiting for the sun to go down because it could kill me!" Raven felt the tears start at the corners of her eyes before she could stop them, and she looked away. "I just want to see the sun again. I want to do all the things you can do."

"Raven..." Robin's voice was barely a whisper and he pulled her into his arms, resting his cheek against her forehead. "Raven... Baby, I'm so sorry..."

"It's not your fault." Raven pushed at his shoulders, looking up at him. She wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't blame you, really I don't... I just... miss things. Like sun." She forced a weak smile. "And don't call me 'Baby' ever again. Or I will castrate you."

Robin laughed. "So you've told before." He paused and pressed his lips to her forehead. "We'll give Ester a call and see if she had any thoughts, okay? This can't be your life forever... we'll fix it, I promise." Raven didn't want to tell him that she had no idea how they were going to fix it. She had tried her damndest to fix Robin, and look where it left them? With wound neither of them knew how to heal.

There was another long pause as he pulled the hair off her neck, playing with the deep purple strands. "Come on, Rae, we're both pretty tired. Let's just go back to bed for a little longer." His hands smoothed down her back, moving to rest on her behind. "And maybe sleep a little too."

Raven gave a breathy laugh and they both fell into bed.


Bruce Wayne stared at his telephone wondering if he should make the phone call. He knew Robin would be up, maybe even Cyborg or Starfire. But Raven... he wasn't sure, and she was the one he needed to be concerned with. This had everything to do with her. Bruce watched the sun move slowly across the sky, trying to decide what the best way would be to break the news. He sighed and picked up the phone, they had to know, regardless.



Raven had been resting on her stomach, arms folded under her head. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, something that came easily to her during the daytime hours,but she managed to turn and look at her mate. He was staring off at the far wall, looking as if his mind was somewhere else. That was unusual, as he was normally glaring at her, trying to tell her how to protect herself. Whatever. Raven yawned and pulled the covers over her bare shoulders. "What?"

"I was thinking..." Robin fidgeted for a moment. "Well... we've already promised ourselves to each other... I thought..." Robin cleared his throat and Raven sat up, knowing exactly where this conversation was going, and she did not like it one bit. Her heart fell into her stomach and she pretended to be looking for her clothes, just to avoid his eyes. "I thought maybe we could make this whole thing official."

"Oh?" Raven tried to hide her nervous laughter, but it echoed like a blaring alarm in the room. "And how is that?"

Robin, finally getting the hint, sighed and let his head fall back against the headboard. "Raven. Every time I try to have this conversation with you, you freak out. Just calm down and listen to me sometimes."

"How am I supposed to calm down when you keep talking the 'M' word?" Raven found what she was looking for and shimmied into her clothes.

"We might as already be married." Raven cringed a little at the sound of the word, but Robin just rolled his eyes and reached over to the nightstand. He rummaged around in the drawers for a few moments. "I'm not trying to change anything between us, I promise." Raven rolled her eyes and he sighed again. "At least wear the ring I bought you, we don't even have to have a ceremony. Just... wear it." He pulled out a small black box and tossed it to her, knowing she would catch it out of habit. "Please?"

Raven looked from him to the box in her hand and sighed. Feminine curiosity made her wonder exactly what the ring looked like, but she knew better than to look. That would have just added fuel to the fire. Every other day he started with the same nagging conversation, and every other day she gave him the same response. One would think that he'd listen to her sometimes. "Robin. One thing at a time." She handed the box back to him. "Let's adjust to this life first and then take it from there."

"Fine." Robin put the box back in the nightstand and turned the lamp off, trying to hide his disappointment. But, his lips still turned down in a frown, like a child that had been denied a treat. "Come on, Raven. Let's just go back to bed. I best you're tired"

She smiled slightly and crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips. "Will we actually sleep this time?"

"Maybe..." Robin's pout faded and Raven kissed him as he rested his hands on her hips. He looked up at her, eyes searching her own. "I love you, Rachel Roth."

"Good." She kissed him again, feeling the smile form before she could stop it. "This would really suck if it was one-sided." Raven leaned down to kiss him again, but her motions were cut off as a blaring alarm ripped through the silence of the room. Raven groaned and crawled off her mate, who was cursing under his breath. "Clearly sleep won't be an option for you." He gave her an apologetic look and crawled out of bed, getting dressed.

"I'm sorry, Raven." He grabbed her hands, kissing her deeply. "I'll be back in a little bit, okay? Stay safe. And no more trips into the sun." He glared at her, frowning. "I promised we'll talk to Ester when we get a chance. We'll figure this out, I promise."

"Will you just go already. Jeez." Raven pushed him out of the room. "You've got Titan duties to attend to." He waved her good-bye and headed out the door. Raven wished she could go with him, but they had yet to equip the rest of the tower with the same precautions as her room. Raven stretched out on her bed, yawning. Something seemed off... she looked down at her left hand, and there was a sapphire the size of a quarter, staring her in the face. That bastard must have put it on her hand before she left.


Robin tried not to think about the beating he was going to get from sneaking the ring on her finger, but it was hard. His mate had a temper on her. When he entered the living room, Starfire and Cyborg were sitting in front of the computer, staring at the screen. Beast Boy was probably dead to the world at this point, they did have a long night. There was a moment of silence as his two teammates turned around and looked at him. Robin was about to call a greeting, but he saw his benefactor's face staring at him, and Robin's stomach dropped.

"Oh no."


So... um... there it is! I hope you enjoyed the beginning of the story. I have good news and bad news. The good news: I have the story line mapped out at this point. The bad news: I'm pretty sure this thing is going to be epic. Grrrreat. When I posted the preview, some one told me that he or she hoped I didn't mess "Honeythief" up. I hope I don't either.

That being said, leave a review and let me know what you think. I'd hate to muck anything up. :)

With Love Always: Xaph!