Two Becomes Three (RobRaeforLife collab)

Chapter Eight

"Raven!"

He threw The Joker to the ground, running towards her and Harley.

She just stared at him with little interest, her grip on Harley loosening, but being replaced by a pair of handcuffs.

Dick wrapped his hand around Raven's wrist and pulled her away from Harley, his heart ready to explode.

"What the hell are you doing here? You could've died!"

She looked into his masked eyes, her hood up as she gazed upon his fearful expression.

"I sensed you were in danger."

He sighed. "Rae, that kind of happens in the hero business."

"I didn't want you getting hurt." She replied in monotone.

He squeezed her wrist, his eyes searching her own as she stared.

"I had two other people with me, Raven."

She sighed, knowing she couldn't win this argument.

Batman turned to Dick. "We should head back Dick."

Damian walked past, discreetly punching him with a smirk.

Raven followed silently behind, the disappointment and concern washing over her, no doubt from Dick.

He looked back at her, sighing inwardly and slowing down to be beside her.

She continued to walk silently, not sure what to say to him.

He sighed internally, not happy that she had risked her life just because she sensed him being hurt.

She decided that instead of an awkward ride in the batmobile, they should just get back their own way.

"Azerath metrion zinthos." She spoke softly, teleporting them to their room.

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose, one hand on his hip as he closed his eyes.

He paced around the room, chewing on his lip while he thought of what to say.

Raven sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting absently on her stomach.

"Raven, I told you to stay here."

"I couldn't stay here while your aura screamed at me."

"We agreed on no powers. We also agreed on you staying here."

She sighed, laying herself back on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"I don't think using my powers once in a while will hurt the baby. And we didn't agree on me staying here. You told me to."

"Only because I think that's what would be best for you."

She frowned as she stared at the ceiling. "And what about what I think Dick? You can't ask me to ignore when your consciousness is screaming in pain inside my mind."

He sat in the chair, putting his face in his hands as he sighed deeply.

"Raven I'm not a little kid, I can handle myself-"

"Then why are you acting the same towards me? I'm twenty-two, Dick."

He absent-mindledly tapped his foot on the floor, staring at the side of her face.

"There's a big difference between us, Raven."

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest, obviously not thinking about what he had said.

"And what's that difference, Dick?"

He raised a brow, the mask discarded to the left, on their dresser.