Hi, this is my first Teen Titans story. Not a fan of the new 52 comics so went back to the show again and have once again started obsessing over it lol.
Does anyone else read the new 52 Titans? I'm so not impressed that they retconned away the original Titans history together. I mean the titans they have just now were supposed to come after the ones we know and love and yet they've made them the new originals? Tim (The 3rd Robin) now as Red Robin is the original leader of the Teen Titans he just banded together all of a sudden, instead of Dick as the original Robin. Do not like. And I read Ravagers as well and they made Beast Boy reddish-brown. WUT.
Anyway, this is a little more mature than I usually write but everything is pure suggestion and reference, nothing more. I had this little idea that developed more and more in my head, begging me to write it until I did. And then the more I fussed over it, the more it evolved until we have - this!
This will most likely be a three shot although my chapter ideas are not completely structured yet so it may change.
Please review, even if it's only a few words (I'm such a hypocrite. I hardly ever remember to review lol)
Yes, I've re-uploaded the same chapter, sorry. I noticed far too many mistakes and HAD to fix them before I went crazy.
1 - An Unexpected future
The room was in complete darkness apart from the silvery light she had taken comfort in, but as she turned certain shapes were still recognisable to her. The worrying thing was how many of the shapes weren't. So many belongings here seemed completely foreign in this familiar landscape of hers.
She could faintly make out some kind of model collection atop her bookcase and peered closer at it without moving from her spot by the window. It looked like some kind of sci-fi paraphernalia from one of those shows he was always excitedly yapping about at dinner time. She noticed the stack of comic books on the bedside table, and of course, there was the bed itself. Gone was the large overhanging Raven headboard, instead replaced by what seemed to be a piece of solid oak.
She had no idea why she had even come in here. Technically, this wasn't her room. It was hers...and his too. Technically, this wasn't even the tower, just a recreation of the room she knew so well, in a house she did not. She glanced back at the moon, willing it's familiarity to ease her discomfort at what she had learned about herself lately and what she had learned she would be like one day.
If only she hadn't been so stupid as to let herself get pulled through that damn portal. But when she had approached she had seen herself, her older self, and who wouldn't be drawn to that? It was so utterly confusing and yet amazing. There she was, taller, waist-length hair and wearing a long dress instead of her leotard. And there was just an heir of...difference about her. She didn't seem like Raven even on the base levels of consciousness. If nothing else, she had been giving off a strong surge of emotion and that had been worrying. Or at least it would have been had Raven allowed herself to feel worried.
Once she had first been pulled in, she had assumed the other her had been some kind of mirage or illusion designed to get her attention - to trap her - but when she had turned around to see the portal closing, she had seen the look of utter surprise on the woman's face – a face now on the other side - and she just knew this had been some kind of accident for her as well. Raven had felt a prick of panic but wasn't entirely sure if it was her own or had come from the other Raven.
She knew now that the technology Red X had been stealing was used for some kind of temporal manipulation and the fight had somehow set it off. Or at least, she had been told that was what had happened and she believed him. At least, on that matter she had. Other things he had then told her had been...a little harder to buy. At least, until he'd shown her the proof.
There was a snort from the bed and a cough. A look of pure fear passed her features for a moment before she managed to get herself under control again. The worst thing that could have happened was for him to be woken up by a lapse in her control. She forced her widened eyes to return to normal again and only then did she remember what he'd told her. The room was somehow "proofed" against her powers so that she could sleep in peace. Experimentally, she had tried to pick up the bedside lamp but found she could only make it wobble slightly. In here, in her own sanctuary, she was allowed to feel.
Except it wasn't her sanctuary, was it? That had been the exact reason she had told him she didn't want to sleep in here. She had taken the guest room down the hall and been hugely surprised at how different it felt to the tower, considering that the bedroom, this bedroom, was a complete double to her old room.
She heard a tell-tale creak from the bed and sighed. He was definitely awake now. Damn, she really hadn't wanted him to find her in here.
"Raven?" he called, "What are you doing here? Can't sleep?"
"No." It was the only reply she offered.
"Was the bed still not comfortable enough? Like I said before, I think she keeps a spare mattress in the laundry room if you want me to switch it out for you?"
"The bed's fine, thank you," she said.
The bed creaked some more as he got up on the opposite side from the window and started moving across the room towards her. She kept her eyes trained on the moon and betrayed nothing.
"Are you okay?"
"Um, okay. Care to elaborate?"
She smirked. "How do you even know what that means?" she asked, "It doesn't sound like something you would say. Or pronounce correctly."
She could practically feel him smirking back by reading his emotions. Clearly he was still used to her scything insults these days. In fact, he now seemed to be taking them as some sign of affection. Which was not her intention at all.
"Come on. Talk to me. I'm the only one here. And believe it or not, I get that this feels weird for you."
"Weird doesn't begin to describe how I feel," she seethed, her voice choking ever so slightly. As well as the fear she'd been forcing down the whole time she had been here, she was vaguely angry at him now and not quite sure why. This wasn't his fault. Yet she wanted it to be so that she could yell at him free of guilt.
"In the last week or so I've learned that I'm going to be able to have a normal life, or at least more normal than I ever thought possible. Do you know what it's like to learn that after resigning yourself to the fact that you never will? To learn that as long as I'm careful, I can feel? After conditioning myself not to for 16 years? How do I even break that conditioning?
"And to make matters worse, I don't even have the familiarity of my home or friends to make me feel more comfortable. Here I am in a different city, a different house and to add insult to injury, I'm married to you of all people!"
Tears suddenly pricked her eyes. That hadn't been fair. Yes, she had meant it, but not quite as nastily as it had come out. Now the only person who'd been around to help her adjust was going to hate her. She could feel the hurt radiating off of him in waves and her own guilt just got worse as a result.
"I'm sorry. That was harsh and totally unca-"
That was unexpected. She could feel how hurt he was, so why wasn't he at least letting her apologise? She was so confused, and what was worse, this room was affecting her. She was more aware of her emotions since she didn't have her powers pushing at her to escape and she was getting more and more emotional with the situation. The first tear fell. So much for her conditioning being hard to break. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried. Trigon probably. It wasn't something she was really able to release like everyone else.
"Don't cry Rae, please," he crept forward and put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched slightly at first, unused to the contact. "I understand. You can barely stand me in your time. This has gotta be a huge shock."
She sniffled. "It's just so different. I always assumed I'd be a Titan forever. I never really thought ahead to us disbanding."
"We had to do it sometime. There are a whole bunch of new kids now and they needed a lot of room."
"I know. I remember you saying." She rubbed at her eyes with the balls of her palms, just distracted enough to miss the mischievous feeling he was emitting. In one quick move, he'd dragged her hood down and stepped up right behind her, perfectly placed to prevent her from pulling it up again if she tried. She could feel his body heat through her cloak at such close range and she blushed despite her attempts not to.
"So, you curious?"
"About what?" she said, completely puzzled as to what he meant.
"About us. About how we started?"
The blush intensified. It was something she was curious about, but thus far she'd stopped her mind from wandering down that road. It was too out-of-character for her to even consider the circumstances. The playful feeling he was giving off finally reached her and she felt a bit of annoyance. He was deliberately trying to make her feel awkward for a quick laugh.
"Why? Ready to laugh at me?"
"Not at all. But I have to admit, your squeamishness on the subject is bound to be funny anyway."
"Fine," she sulked, "Are you going to tell me or hold back because it's humorous to watch me squirm?"
He laughed and it was so reminiscent of his laugh in her time that it calmed her down immediately. It was just as well because what he did next made her physically jump. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her middle, under her arms hanging at her sides. Raven was pretty certain she'd never felt more awkward in all her life.
"Okay, okay," he said, ignoring her involuntary freak-out and instead resting his head on her shoulder. "It's kinda obvious when you think about it. You've done this once before. You being here, and knowing what you know, totally changes the way you look at me when you go back."
She gasped audibly. He was right. She was never going to be able to think about him the same way again. Not after she knew she was supposed to marry him. She knew she'd be getting home soon; she'd been looking forward to it in fact. Her future self had done it once before after all and he'd promised that back in her own time they were all working hard with her other self to get her home. It was going to work because it already had. He remembered the whole thing and she had spoken to him about it afterwards. She guessed, probably quite a long time afterwards, as there was no way she planned on telling him what had happened here. But she'd never really thought about what she was going to do with the information she'd gathered until now.
"He already likes you, you know."
"I'm an empath. It'd be hard not to notice." Back to her monotone, desperately trying to cling to a reality where her life wasn't mapped out for her.
He laughed again, an entirely too high pitched sound for someone who had matured as he had. She couldn't help it, she sniggered and the monotone was gone again.
"I know," he said, "She's telling him that as we speak."
She gulped. Well, that would help add to the awkwardness once she got home. As if it wasn't bad enough that she would feel strange around him, he also wouldn't have a clue how to act around her. Knowing she knew about his crush was going to freak him out. And sooner or later he'd spill the beans to one of the others. Then the teasing would start...
"I've always wondered," he said, breaking her out of her thoughts, "when did you realise I liked you?"
Her forehead wrinkled trying to remember. "I'm not quite sure," she answered truthfully, "When did you know you liked me? It's not something that's easy to pin-point, you know."
He tightened his grip around her waist with one arm and she gasped as she felt him pull her hair back from her neck with the other, running a finger along the pale skin. Her eyes widened as he started to speak.
"It was definitely early on," he whispered almost seductively into her ear, "You're too interesting to not be noticed."
Raven gulped as she felt him place a kiss against the tender skin on her neck, just behind her ear. Her breathing was laboured, she was panicked and yet she couldn't find the motivation to physically stop him.
"Changeling?" she squeaked, using the hero name he had told her he went by these days. She did not feel comfortable or confident enough to call him Gar like he had told her to do. He shushed her and began placing more kisses against her skin, his arms holding her tightly in place and yet tenderly.
"Um, Ch-Changeling? I don't think your wife would be very happy about-"
"Shh, Rae. You are my wife, remember?"
She fidgeted as he continued his ministrations and plucked up the courage to talk again.
"But you're not my husband, and I'm not sure this is...right."
"Raven, can't you understand I'm trying to tell you I love you?"
Her stomach dropped away. He loved her. Well, obviously he loved her, he had married her - would marry her. But still, hearing him say it like that...
She wasn't sure she could remember how to breathe. Her heart was beating wildly and her head was moving a hundred miles a minute and yet giving her nothing to work with. What did she say? How was one supposed to react to something like that? She was certain that if the room hadn't been shielded he would have been thrown across it by now; she was in that much emotional turmoil.
"I know you like me. It wasn't that hard to spot. I just thought I'd...find out for sure."
She liked him? Really? Certainly not before this incident. She would have noticed something was up. It must have been him, not his past self. It must have something to do with how much more mature he looked now. He was still slim but with a more noticeable build and a good head taller than her. He had been so understanding about the whole thing and hadn't bothered her relentlessly like she had expected. She was uncomfortable with the situation and perfectly capable of pushing him off and yet, here she was letting him kiss her.
Oh Azar, she did like him. It would be ridiculous to think she could have fallen in love with him in only ten days but she definitely felt something for him. Something more than friendship. Oh Azar, this was unexpected.
She was still so very confused but all of sudden felt completely relaxed. The understanding that he was right had given her some kind of release and she no longer felt panicked by what was happening. Not that she felt it was entirely right either.
"Gar," she said, finally using his name as he had asked her to when she first arrived, "I'm still not your Raven. She's stuck back in my time. I don't think she'd be happy about this."
He sniggered into her neck and it hit her as odd. Shouldn't he be more concerned about a jealous wife on her return? Wasn't this still technically cheating? He continued to snigger, oblivious to her thoughts before leaning directly into her ear.
"This already happened once before. She told me about it. It happened back when she was you. She knows and she doesn't mind."
Raven's guilt was lifted immediately. Of course she knew. She may have been taken off-guard when they switched places, but she'd have realised by now what was happening. That it was happening again. She knew. She'd told him. She's practically given permission.
His hands had let go of her arms and while one was resting on her hip, the other had slipped up to remove her cloak. Free of it, he began to kiss her shoulder through her leotard. She had another flash of fear but this time for a different reason. She'd never been in a real relationship before. Her only experience definitely did not count and besides, she'd never even kissed Malchior. It hadn't been possible, given his paper state. She was scared but she wanted to know. She wanted to kiss him. Now she just had to get over the fear and be confident enough to do something about it.
With great effort she turned her head to face him. Blind panic was filling her up again but she knew she needed to do this. He saw her turn to him and seeing the nervousness in her eyes, took the initiative. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gently guided her into turning her whole body towards him and tenderly ran his thumb across her cheek. His smile was comforting and she didn't feel quite as scared as she had.
"I don't know what you know about me as I am just now, but I've never..." She couldn't bring herself to admit to something she found so embarrassing .
"I know," he said, "You've never kissed anyone before. It's not unusual at your age, not to mention your powers give you more difficulty with stuff like that."
"Great," she smirked, rolling her eyes at him, "Remind me how much older than me you are, why don't you?"
"Hey! I'm not even a full ten years older. Stop making me feel old."
"Then stop making me feel like a kid. I'm used to being older than you."
And with that he kissed her. It was sudden but practised, confident. It was heaven.
"Wow," she said when they finally broke apart, "That was...amazing."
"Thanks," he said, waggling his eyebrows at her in a way reminiscent of his younger self, earning him a scowl from her, "You're a good kisser too."
"Don't sound so surprised. I married you for a reason. Well, two. You're good at something else too." And with that he winked at her, causing her to blush scarlet at him and eliciting a laugh.
"Relax, I'm teasing," he said before scooping her up and over to the bed, causing her to shriek as he dropped her. And with that he kissed her again.
Sunlight streamed through the open curtains directly over the bed where she lay. She groaned and rolled over to avoid its glare before realising she had turned over in someone's embrace. She half opened her eyes to see a green chest directly in front of her line of sight and glancing up a happily sleeping Changeling. And from the feel of him pressed up close to her, a very naked one.
She smiled, her memories already returning. Last night she had received her first kiss. She had never in a million years thought she would go further on the same night. But such was her passion. She'd been absent of affection for so long and had been expecting the lack of it to continue, and so she had found herself unable to resist. Of course she had still been extremely nervous and had to rely on Gar taking many hints from her body language to deduce what she wanted. She suspected he had already known what was coming via her future self though, and had been carefully waiting for her to initiate something.
She throbbed a little and fidgeted to try to relieve it somewhat, waking her lover in the process. That word, lover, made her feel giddy and she was acutely aware she didn't normally act or feel like this.
He kissed her on the forehead and snuggled her back under his chin before speaking, "Hi."
"Morning," she answered back.
"Time is it?" he asked her, yawning loudly.
"No idea but it feels far too early."
"That's because we spent most of the night awake," he smirked at her, making her blush, "I take it you enjoyed yourself?"
"Yes," she answered burying her head in his chest to avoid any more embarrassment. As good as she felt, she was still very prone to blushing about the whole thing.
"More?" he asked, grinning and pulling back from her so he could catch her reaction which, as he thought, was her face painting itself a new shade of red.
"I'm sore," she told him truthfully and was secretly thrilled at the concern that was written all over his face the second the words had been uttered. He really did love her and it was heart-warming to know it.
"It's okay. Later?" she asked, shyly avoiding eye contact. Though she brought her eyes to his immediately after as she felt a strange sadness coming from him.
"Would depend on how much later that is, Rae," he said, "You go home this afternoon, and I'm pretty sure we've slept late already."
He kissed her forehead and played with a strand of her hair, twirling it between his fingers.
"Don't worry about it or anything. You'll have plenty chances in your future."
She watched his face as he spoke, giving her a gentle smile as he relayed the words that both excited and frightened her. Her future. This was her future. With him. This house, this room, this bed. Typical that she'd fought getting to know Gar for the entire time she'd been here, and now that she had and decided she wanted this it was all about to end. Now she had to go back to her present, and instead of being worshipped by Gar, she was going to be bugged relentlessly by Beast Boy. Whom she both liked and didn't like.
Why did the two of them have to be so different from each other? And yet they weren't completely different. They both liked the same things. Hobbies, foods...her. Oh Azar, she was going to start liking Beast Boy, wasn't she? Was that the reason he grew up so much? Because he got what he wanted and no longer had to beg for her attention?
Well , if she had to go back to an awkward present where she couldn't discuss events here with anyone and had to give up what she had just found, at least for a little while, she was going to get her money's worth.
She roughly grabbed the back of his head and kissed him passionately...
She stood in front of the portal, directly facing her older self who was surrounded by her friends. She turned to look at Gar, strategically standing off to her left where the others wouldn't be able to see him and later ask questions. She turned back to her friends, gave them the signal to wait for just a moment and dashed over to him for one last kiss goodbye.
"Wow," he said sarcastically, "How will you ever survive without being able to do that whenever you want?"
She smiled and shoved him hard and ran back to her previous position. Her counterpart signalled with her hand - one, two, three - and they both stepped forward, switching places. She saw her other self again, but instead of the backdrop of the inside of the tower, she was now the one standing in the back yard in Los Angeles.
She barely had time to wave goodbye before the portal faded out of existence and she was mobbed by an over-excited Starfire.
"Raven! It is most glorious that you have returned! We were afraid that you would not be able to, but older Raven assured us you were safe and would be home soon."
"I'm fine Starfire. Thanks. Now...air?"
The Tameranian hastily released her before squealing something about a feast and heading for the kitchen. She turned to look as the boys – minus Beastboy – approached her.
"Raven, glad your back."
Robin, straight to the point, as ever. She nodded in return. Cyborg however, gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder.
"Good to see you home again. The place was a bit weird without you. Though mostly because we had a Raven that smiles and laughs instead," he joked.
"Thank you," she told him as she rolled her eyes, "It was weird not being here. Everything was so unfamiliar."
"Yeah about that," he said, an excited look appearing on his face, "She said you wouldn't tell us, but come on! You went to the future! Tell us, what was it like?"
Raven glanced back at his eager face. She had been expecting this and knew just how to respond. Keeping her face as blank as possible, she answered in her usual monotone.
She watched as he practically deflated on the spot before grumbling under his breath and slumping off, Robin attempting to explain to him the dangers of curiosity and knowing too much about ones own future. As she did her eyes passed over the anxious green form slumped against the back wall.
He was doing his best not to look over but she saw he couldn't resist glancing up every so often. Once he had noticed she was looking back, and not just staring into space, his neck snapped in another direction and his emotions gave off even more nervousness. She would have thought it impossible if she hadn't felt it herself.
She took a deep breath, mentally recited her mantra and walked over to him. It only took about 5 steps, but she felt like she was walking through liquid concrete. Her legs wobbled and her emotions threatened to give her powers an outlet, but she held onto her outer façade of strength. She leant against the wall next to him.
"No 'Glad you're back' Beastboy? That doesn't seem like you."
He glanced at her with his peripheral vision before becoming fascinated by his shoes, clearly afraid to look her in the eye, "I thought you might appreciate being left alone for a change."
"That would be a change," she smirked, "How were things while I was gone?"
"Okay I guess," he said, visibly relaxing, "That older you though, heh, the things she did just to get a rise out of people. She said some pretty crazy things, heh heh."
His nervous laughter told her he was desperate to have her disprove what he was afraid of. Maybe this could be more fun than awkward.
"I know," she said, an evil smirk finding it's way to her face, "I got a retelling of a certain conversation from an older version of the horse's mouth."
His face paled so considerably that he might not have been green at all, "What? So you know – Wait!...You met me in the future?" His eyes had gone from wide and scared to suddenly interested. She opened her mouth to speak when someone interrupted her.
"HEY! Why does he gets to know stuff and we don't?" shouted Cyborg before being pulled back by Robin and descending into some kind of argument between the two of them about the morality of telling someone about a time travel incident.
"Yes," she admitted, her attention once again resting on the young changeling, "Briefly. And he told me a lot about this week and things that were said to him."
She couldn't get the damn smirk off her face. She was making it clear that she knew. He had a crush on her, she knew about it. And now he knew she knew about it. Or something. Her head hurt.
He was clearing his throat to buy time to make up some excuse. He rubbed the back of his neck before bursting out in that high pitched laugh of his that bothered her. She frowned at herself. Used to bother her. Gar still laughed exactly the same way.
"Um...I gotta go take a nap. Tired. Didn't get any sleep last night what-so-ever and-"
"Whoa! Rae? What just happened?"
Raven pulled her hood up in a desperate attempt to hide the blush beginning to stain her face. A tendril of black energy had just thrown the sofa across the common room, leaving a wake of destruction behind it. Everyone was staring. Not good.
She stormed out of the room quickly before anyone else could question what had made her lose control. Before they could work out what sentence had affected her so badly.
Great. This was going to be just as awkward as she'd imagined after all.