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Author's Note: The prodigal son has now returned to the Robin/Raven fandom after five years, and he hopes to entertain his dear readers, once again. While I don't normally write pure cocaine fluff, "Perfectly" will serve as a needed contrast to several darker stories I'm currently devising/publishing. Should the reader suffer from said cocaine fluff, I offer my apologies. Lastly, as per my extensive hiatus from fanfiction, bear any potential flaws until I can get my form back.

Dedication: To my co-Admins on the Forbidden Love forums, your love and support means more than mere words can say.

Special thanks to Livejournal's bradygirl_12 for assisting on a DC Comic Canon issue I had.

Robin and Raven were seated on the latter's bed. He was holding a notepad and a ballpoint pen, while she was in a lotus position.

He tapped his pen against the pad. "Okay, how about 'Baby'?"

"Too clichéd. Next?"

He swallowed anxiously. "I was considering 'Pookie', except you'd physically eject me from the Tower."

Raven pursed her lips. "You're quite the clairvoyant, Boy Blunder. Next?"


"Yes, Robin, a fungus nickname is beyond appealing. By the way, got any cute terms for mold?"

He sprawled onto the mattress, his writing tools beside him. "I'm running out of ideas, Raven. I never thought this would be so difficult, but I'll keep going."

"I know, and I'm glad you're determined enough for the both of us." She reclined herself alongside Robin.

He caressed the charka on her forehead. "What about 'Sweetheart'?"

She furrowed her brow. "Not bad, even though, it lacks oomph. I wonder how other superhero couples address the subject. Wonder Woman probably doesn't with her boyfriend. Power Girl wouldn't, unless she beat the guy to the punch and actually named her ridiculously sized—"

His masked eyes widened. "Wait a minute. Wonder Woman, boyfriend..., and what does he call her? Come on, come on!"

Raven pulled backward. "Robin?"

He sat himself upright. "Now I remember. It's ironic, yet perfect. How do you feel about 'Angel'?"

She cocked her skull. "Well, I certainly never saw that one coming. I also don't think it applies here, because you know why: my demon heritage. Should I deserve such a word?"

Robin clasped her hands together. "Raven, you are an angel, as far as I'm concerned. All the good you've done, it totally fits you. 'Angel' is Steve Trevor's main endearment for Wonder Woman, and if it can work for them, it can work for us, too."

"You truly believe I am worthy of the title. I sense that you do." She shut her eyelids, tears forming slowly by the edges.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my guardian angel whenever we fight evil, always saving my life. The more I think about 'Angel', the more I should have told you, a long time ago."

"And the more I hope to prove you right," she said breathlessly.

He hugged her tightly. "I just wish I figured things out, sooner. Imagine if we had to use 'Pookie', for the rest of our lives."

"Excellence cannot be rushed, Robin, or so they say."

"Oh, Angel." He stroked her short violet hair.

"Maybe Wonder Woman won't mind us stealing her shtick. What does she name Steve Trevor?" Raven fondled his tunic's 'R' symbol.


"Then, I'll follow tradition, Love."

"What's an angel without love?" Robin cupped her chin.

"And this one needs hers." She kissed him ardently.

"My Angel, my heaven."

"My Love, my salvation."

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