Damian & Raven One-Shots

Look After You

Cold rain beat down on the roof of Titans tower.

It had been raining nonstop for a week now and the Titans were tired of it. Fighting crime in the freezing cold rain wasn't the most difficult thing to do in the world, but it sure was a hassle.

Especially when you catch a cold.

Damian Wayne could argue all day, but there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was sick.

Koriand'r reacher her hand out to feel Damian's forehead but it was quickly slapped away.

"I do not have a cold," Damian uttered between coughs, "I'm fine!"

The team all looked at each other and then back at him. "I'm sorry Damian, but I don't think it's a good idea if you come with us," Koriand'r spoke, "You're not at your best performance and your cold may get worse."

"Whatever," Damian grumbled and threw his communicator to the ground, "Not like I wanted to go anyways," he spat out before storming off to his room. The team just let out a sigh and continued to walk towards the door.

Raven stood there and watched him slam his door, easily detecting all of his anger. The team looked back at her when they realized she wasn't following behind. "Raven, are you coming?" Jaime questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

She pondered for a moment at the question. Something in her felt the slightest bit of sympathy for the sick boy.

"I think I'll stay here and take care of him," Raven decided.

This shocked everyone. Koriand'r smiled at this. "That's very kind of you, Raven."

"Ooo Rae's got a crush~" Garfield teased.

Raven just rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe I just don't want him getting worse," she replied.

"Well, it's only a bank robbery. We'll call you if we need you," Koriand'r said before leading the team out.

Raven watched them leave and then headed to the kitchen. She made two cups of hot herbal tea. One for herself and one for him.

Carefully she used her telekinesis to carry the two cups and knocked on his door. All she heard in response was grumbling on the other side.

"What?"

Raven let out a sigh, preparing herself for the upcoming attitude. "I brought you some tea."

"I don't need it," Damian insisted in a raspy voice. It was obvious that his throat was sore.

"It was help soothe your throat," Raven simply responded, "I would appreciate it if you didn't waste my cup of tea."

Damian had a coughing fit before he replied, "Drink it yourself."

Raven let out a sigh of annoyance. "I made two cups," she informed. His stubbornness was such a hassle to work around.

After a short moment of silence she heard Damian cough one time before answering her. "Fine."

Finally, Raven thought before opening the door. Her eyes scanned the messy room which was full of used tissues and clothes scattered everywhere. Damian was lying in his bed with his sheets pulled up to where it only covered his lower half and he was shirtless. Sweat slowly dripped down his forehead.