It depends on the classmates. Some of them certainly were, I knew a couple who were absolutely this horny. I also knew people who were in no way this horny.
Fifth World Problems (DC, YJ)
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It depends on the classmates. Some of them certainly were, I knew a couple who were absolutely this horny. I also knew people who were in no way this horny.
3.17 / Bang Your Head, Pt. 1 (Zatanna)
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5 Months After the Battle Against Blood Apostle
Whew, the first half of this concert was fantastic! It was so worth the Zeta Tube to Gotham. Satanblood does weirdly long intermissions, so I've got a half-hour free to roam around and talk to people, maybe buy some merch.
I look down at the t-shirt I'm wearing.
Well, more merch.
I heard from someone it's to boost drink sales, because they get a cut of everything at the bar so… well, when in Rome.
I'm just glad Artemis was able to get me such a good-quality fake from some guy she went to middle school with.
Tonight, I'm "Zara Santana", senior at Gotham University looking to have some fun.
What? I wanted my civilian name to be something I'd actually respond to, so it sounding similar to my real one is actually an advantage.
Because I don't have the luxury of using my real one when I try to have a civilian life, thanks Dad.
Also, I chose it when I first started going to metal shows, and that was when I was 13.
Unfortunately, as I slide up to the bar, to order a drink, I notice someone I was very much hoping to avoid here in Gotham.
There, in all her glory, is Raven fucking Rathore, wearing the same glamour she did at Dick's prom three months ago.
I sensed a magical presence from the moment I walked in, but ugh, did it really have to be her?
Can't I have one night where I avoid cape shit?
I sigh. Apparently not. Being a Junior Justice League-er is a full-time affair.
But hey, I can still have fun! Her being here doesn't mean I actually have to talk to her.
I order a Gin & Tonic.
Here's to a great concert!
Much to my irritation, I can't seem to stop my attention from circling back to my most irritating enemy.
Sue me, it's a slow night, and there aren't many interesting people here.
I'm not even upset though, because I learned something incredible: Raven is a player.
I laugh. How did I not know this?
I scrutinize her. If I'm being honest I can kind of see it? She's undeniably hot, and the whole "goth ice princess" thing is an aesthetic, but she's such a bitch!
Although I don't know maybe some women are into that.
I watch her continually try to brush off a tattooed blonde girl, who's drawing jealous looks from another girl sitting further down at the bar. That's number three for the night.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn around. A brunette with a septum piercing, wearing a grim expression. "Hey hun, just a word of warning."
"About what?"
She gestures over at Raven. "About her."
"Raven?"
"Yeah. I saw you looking, but trust me: don't. She's like a Siren. She looks pretty, and charming, but she'll chew you up and spit you out if you ever get close. Take it from someone who she's done it to."
I have to suppress my laughter. Oh, this is too fucking rich! "Has she done this to a lot of people?"
The girl nods. "Yeah. She'll draw you in, charm you with that cold exterior, make you think you can break through. She'll give you the night of your life, make you feel like the most special girl in the whole world, like you might actually be breaking through her walls! And then the next morning… nothing. A text, if you're lucky. Until you run into her at a bar a month later and she looks at you like you're the crazy one for being mad!"
Oh, this is rich! She's Shane from The L Word!
"Don't worry" I say, failing to suppress my laughter, "I'm not interested in her because of that."
The girl looks at me skeptically.
"I'm serious" I say with a snort, "Raven and I are… old friends, I guess you'd say. I know exactly how dangerous she is. And…"
I remember the job in Georgia, when I manage to get her to chase me into a hex trap that dragged her into the bottom of Lake Lanier.
What? She can breathe underwater with her shadows.
"I promise" I say with a tiny smirk, "I can handle her just fine."
I do need to pay her back for throwing me off of that roof last week.
Sure, I caught myself, but still!
"Besides" I add, "I have a partner right now anyways, so I'm not looking."
She shoots my a sad, sympathetic look. "Neither was I. But then… well, she has a way of making you fall for her. Think you're the one who can finally tame that beast."
I roll my eyes. Okay, this is getting annoying. She's acting like Raven is some sort of… some sort of pussy fly trap, luring in innocent young sapphics to crush them.
Venus mons fly trap?
Well, fuck it. I'm a little bit buzzed, so I might as well go and do this.
"I'm trying to figure out why these girls keep flocking to you, but I just can't."
"Oh. You. What are you doing here." she drawls in her characteristic flat done, not even bothering to turn to me.
As if she didn't know I was here from the moment I walked in, the bitch. I've run afoul of those empathic senses more than enough times to not have figured out how they work.
"You should probably look more surprised, if you're trying to keep cover. Would it kill you to at least raise your eyebrows?"
She turns around to shoot my a flat stare. "It might, yes."
Despite myself, I snort.
"People here have been warning me about you, you know" I say.
She sighs.
"I have to admit" I say with a smirk, "I did not take you to be a serial heartbreaker."
I see the slightest bit of discomfort in her. "…I'm not. I just don't do relationships."
"Yeah, that's pretty much the motivation for breaking hearts, I think. Unless you're just doing it because you're evil?"
Her eyes narrow minutely, but she turns back to her drink.
"Why do you even like shows like this?" I eventually ask. "You're an empath, shouldn't this be awful for you?"
She gives a minute shrug. "I like how the whole crowd comes together. It's like they congeal into a single mind, one purpose. You should take the Martian, she'd like it too."
I examine her carefully, but it seems like she's being genuine.
Before I can respond, the girl who was just wheedling her earlier comes back from wherever she was. She moves in front of Raven to thrust her hand out. "Hi, I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Alison, Raven's gi-"
Raven shoots her a look.
She pouts. "Raven's friend."
I smile, trying to suppress my amusement at her jealousy. "Nice to meet you, Alison. I'm Zara" — I ignore Raven's snort at the pseudonym — "I know Raven from… from work. Also, our best friends are exes."
Raven shoots me a look that on anyone else would be a glare, and I don't both to hold back my smile. Oh, I'm sorry, did I just throw bait in front of a starving piranha? Maybe that will serve as a lesson to think twice before throwing things.
Like, say, me, off of a roof, last week when we were fighting in Omaha.
The bitch was smirking when she did it too!!!
I see a flicker in my peripheral vision. One of her shadows. I tense as it approaches me, but… I don't think she'd do anything in public, would she?
I tense as it connects to mine.
[You're being petty. Stop it.]
I raise my eyebrows.
[You figured out telepathy?]
Raven shifts her attention back to the girl next to her, trying to brush off her complaints. Looks like she doesn't have the skill to multitask yet, I know from experience it takes a few weeks.
Her spell has to be limited in some way, or they'd be using it on all their jobs. I'm guessing it needs physical contact, and Raven's just bypassing it using her shadow. Hmm… does that mean she can use those as transitive casting agents for mental spells? That should be insanely difficult, the inherent properties of the magic shouldn't mix.
I know Sorceress is the genius in their crew, but sometimes I forget that Raven is no slouch either.
Also, I should probably let the other Titans know she should be able to apply mental effects through her shadows. Although, we already know from painful experience not to let her shadows touch us, so I don't know how useful it'll be.
After she's done talking to the blonde, who starts talking about her job — she works in her university bookstore, apparently? — Raven turns back to me. [Eri figured out telepathy. And I'm using it to tell you to stop being petty.]
I glare, sending her a mental impression of what it felt like to fall two stories before I could catch myself with a spell. [Petty?!]
I get the impression of an eye roll. [You survived.]
[That doesn't make it better!]
[Your boy-toy set off a flash bang in my eyes the week before that.]
I sniff. [Only because you threw Superboy into a cement mixer.]
I sense indifference. [He could take it.]
I roll my eyes. [Whatever. What's up with the blonde?]
I can feel her frustration. [Alison doesn't know how to take 'no' for an answer. I slept with her once last month, and she hasn't left me alone since. She even followed me when I changed bars. It's… grating.]
I let my amusement leak through the link. [Some would say these are the inevitable wages of your cold-hearted, villainous ways. Not me, of course.]
I get a mental eye-roll, and glimpse a mental image of me and Dick standing behind a white picket fence, tinged with amusement. [Not all of us are cut out for blissful superheroic heterosexuality.]
I send a mental impression of a glare. [First of all, not straight! ] I send her a mental snapshot of how it felt to make out with a girl backstage at a Vilemouth concert last year.
I feel her surprise at the mental technique. Guess just inventing a telepathy spell doesn't actually teach you how to talk with telepathy.
[Second of all…]
I pause.
[…I don't actually know where I was going with that.]
She smirks. [So you just wanted to let me know you weren't straight? Interesting.]
I roll my eyes, but can't help the tiny flush on my cheeks. […Shut up.]
What? Despite being a massive bitch, she's not unattractive.
By this time, Alison has wandered off, apparently frustrated at Raven's preoccupation with me. Raven leans forward, lips curled up. [So bat-boy's been leaving you high and dry then, huh?]
I snort. [Oh my God, are you actually hitting on me?]
She pauses, and looks down at her glass. [I… may be a tiny bit drunk.]
I laugh.
As we sit in a surprisingly comfortable silence, letting the telepathy spell unravel, I take the time to look her over.
She's apparently gone very goth today, but in sort of a butch way? Black lipstick, black spiked choker, heavy black eyeshadow, faded black jeans with holes in the knees, a black belt with metal spiked, black combat boots, and a Satanblood t-shirt with strategic rips.
"You know" I eventually say, "I always thought you would be into emo music more than this type of stuff."
Raven's lip curls up. "You spend a lot of time thinking about what type of music I like?"
I roll my eyes, but can't help smiling in return.
"I'm surprised too" she eventually says.
"Why?"
She shrugs. "Didn't take you for a Satanblood fan."
My eyes narrow. "What's that supposed to mean."
Her lip quirks up. "Your whole… internship. Very hall monitor, very straight edge. Like your father. Also I thought you were Catholic."
I hide a wince. My relationship with the Church is… complicated.
Like I said, making out with a girl backstage at a Vilemouth concert.
Also, I am not straight-edge!
I gesture at the bartender "Bartender, Hangman's Blood! And then a flight of vodka shots, for the two of us!"
Her expression seems unfazed, but I can feel her surprise through the fading remnants of the telepathy spell. "Why the first drink?"
My smile is saucy. "You're already drunk, I want what comes next to be fair. Unless you don't think you don't think you can keep up?"
Her lip curls. "You're on, Mary Poppins."
"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!"
I slam down my fifth glass, shattering it, and scraping up the plastic festival table.
Oops! Hehe.
My bad.
I look across the table at Raven in triumph. She seems a bit unsteady, less composed than I've ever seen her. Openly glaring at me in a way I'm drunk enough to admit is extremely hot.
I'm not even angry at this point, I'm giggling as the bartender moves to pour another round.
Before he can though, the intermission music ends, and the fog machines start pumping out smoke.
"Oh fuck!" I say. "They're on!"
I grab her hand, and go rushing back into the anticipatory crowd.
Unfortunately, before we can make it, a blonde interruption shimmies up to us. "Raven! Oh my god, I've never actually seen you like this! You're letting loose, I'm loving it!"
Raven turns to the blonde, and grabs onto her shoulders. "I am. Which means Ic'n tell you, straight up… fuggoff, Alison. I dun wanna be yer girlfriend, stop pesterin' me. 'S really creepy, yer a… yer a creep."
I giggle. "Yeh, fuggoff Ali-… Alson!"
The blonde looks shocked, and then angry. "I… What…"
Raven brushes her aside.
As we stumble onto the dance floor, she leans into me, groaning. "I'm so gonna regret that. She's gonna start being impossible. I shuldn't be this drunkkkkkk."
I shrug, laughing. "Fuck it!"
"No but my powers, they're hard t'… I could hurt you if yer this close."
I laugh. "Y'threw me off a building. 'Mfine. Why'd y'drink anyways?"
Raven smiles. "I thought ye're gonna be a lightweight. 'N then I didn' wanna let y'win."
For some reason, that's absolutely hilarious to me, and I can't stop laughing until the band starts playing.
Their first song starts of heavy, with a warbling, screeching guitar note.
Raven and I both cheer.
Fifteen minutes later, we're in the middle of the mosh pit.
You wouldn't think someone like me would thrive there, but superheroing really builds up muscle, and I can slam into even the biggest, most leather-wearing metalhead and come out on top.
I find myself coming back to Raven the most though, and she me. We laugh as we brush up against one another, elbowing and kicking the other in a playful rendition of one of our fights.
It's in one of those punches that Raven's foot gives out, and she stumbles into me. I reach down and catch her, my arms wrapping around her back.
You know, she really is pretty.
And her lips taste fantastic!
Wait, when did we start kissing?
No, not kissing, making out.
Fuck it, I'm drunk enough to be okay with this. Let's rock!
Her lips taste like blood, sulfur, and alcohol, and she groans in pleasure as we stumble out of the crowd, moving up to to a far corner of the bar.
I smirk into her lips. This is my favorite part of concerts.
As the bass thrums through out bones, I bite down on her neck, and she moans. I like how it's quiet enough that no one but me can hear it over the music. I grip her hair in a fist, and move my hands down towards her pants.
"You like this?" I say throatily, and she starts nodding.
Slowly, my hand starts reaching down towards her waistband, and she moans again.
Mmm, mama likes. Dick's moans are cuter though, especially when-
I feel an electric shock go through me, and not in a pleasant way.
Fuck.
Dick.
I stumble back, my face going paler than Silver Sorceresses' hair.
I run into the bathroom, banging open the door.
I throw up in a toilet stall.
"…What the fuck was that?" I hear from behind me, in Raven's characteristic stoic, vaguely irritated tone.
I walk over to the sink, numb, before sitting down on top of it.
"I… I… I'm with Di- Robin."
Raven pauses. "Oh. Right."
"I can't-… I didn't mean to-…"
My eyes feel wet. I… I just cheated on my boyfriend.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, is he going to break up with me? Is this the end?
I can't do this, I love him so much, it hurts how much I love him, I feel it in my bones.
"I didn't mean- I'm not- I'm-"
She slowly moves to pat me on the shoulder as I break down into sobs. "…Sorry?"
I glare at her.
She looks lost. "Um… At least it wasn't with Eri?"
Despite myself, I let out a wet chuckle, which slowly escalates into near-delirious laughter. "God you are so bad at comforting people."
And I mean, she's right, at least it wasn't Silver Sorceress: that would be a fucking nuclear meltdown. I don't need to deal with Artemis going ballistic on top of… on top of…
I break down crying again.
"…Do you want a tissue?"
"No I don't want a tissue."
She just pats me on the shoulder as I sob.
"I thought you were an empath" I eventually say. "Shouldn't you be hating this? Negative emotion."
She grimaces. "I'm not a monster. This is my fault. Sorta."
I shake my head. "No, this is on me. I was… it was my decision, I- It-…"
I break down crying again.
"I just…" I say. "I just want to go home."
"Right." Raven says. "Let me…"
A shadows surges up, and envelops mine. I feel a shock go through me as the fog of alcohol fades.
"What the fuck was that!"
"Spell Eri taught me. Instant sober-up. She learned it from her Dad."
I swallow. "I… Right. Okay. I just…"
"Let me teleport you out."
I just nod silently as she envelops me with her shadow.
Oh God, what have I done?
AN: Probably going to be moving to a once-a-week update schedule this month. Please comment with your thoughts, your comments are my fuel for writing! I treasure every single one. If you like the fic, please consider donating on Ko-Fi, or join the Discord for discussion.
5 Months After the Battle Against Blood Apostle
Whew, the first half of this concert was fantastic! It was so worth the Zeta Tube to Gotham. Satanblood does weirdly long intermissions, so I've got a half-hour free to roam around and talk to people, maybe buy some merch.
I look down at the t-shirt I'm wearing.
Well, more merch.
I heard from someone it's to boost drink sales, because they get a cut of everything at the bar so… well, when in Rome.
I'm just glad Artemis was able to get me such a good-quality fake from some guy she went to middle school with.
Tonight, I'm "Zara Santana", senior at Gotham University looking to have some fun.
What? I wanted my civilian name to be something I'd actually respond to, so it sounding similar to my real one is actually an advantage.
Also, I chose it when I first started going to metal shows, and that was when I was 13.
Unfortunately, as I slide up to the bar, to order a drink, I notice someone I was very much hoping to avoid here in Gotham.
There, in all her glory, is Raven fucking Rathore, wearing the same glamour she did at Dick's prom three months ago.
I sensed a magical presence from the moment I walked in, but ugh, did it really have to be her?
Can't I have one night where I avoid cape shit?
I sigh. Apparently not. Being a Junior Justice League-er is a full-time affair.
But hey, I can still have fun! Her being here doesn't mean I actually have to talk to her.
I order a Gin & Tonic.
Here's to a great concert!
Much to my irritation, I can't seem to stop my attention from circling back to my most irritating enemy.
Sue me, it's a slow night, and there aren't many interesting people here.
I'm not even upset though, because I learned something incredible: Raven is a player.
I laugh. How did I not know this?
I scrutinize her. If I'm being honest I can kind of see it? She's undeniably hot, and the whole "goth ice princess" thing is an aesthetic, but she's such a bitch!
Although I don't know maybe some women are into that.
I watch her continually try to brush off a tattooed blonde girl, who's drawing jealous looks from another girl sitting further down at the bar. That's number three for the night.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn around. A brunette with a septum piercing, wearing a grim expression. "Hey hun, just a word of warning."
"About what?"
She gestures over at Raven. "About her."
"Raven?"
"Yeah. I saw you looking, but trust me: don't. She's like a Siren. She looks pretty, and charming, but she'll chew you up and spit you out if you ever get close. Take it from someone who she's done it to."
I have to suppress my laughter. Oh, this is too fucking rich! "Has she done this to a lot of people?"
The girl nods. "Yeah. She'll draw you in, charm you with that cold exterior, make you think you can break through. She'll give you the night of your life, make you feel like the most special girl in the whole world, like you might actually be breaking through her walls! And then the next morning… nothing. A text, if you're lucky. Until you run into her at a bar a month later and she looks at you like you're the crazy one for being mad!"
Oh, this is rich! She's Shane from The L Word!
"Don't worry" I say, failing to suppress my laughter, "I'm not interested in her because of that."
The girl looks at me skeptically.
"I'm serious" I say with a snort, "Raven and I are… old friends, I guess you'd say. I know exactly how dangerous she is. And…"
I remember the job in Georgia, when I manage to get her to chase me into a hex trap that dragged her into the bottom of Lake Lanier.
What? She can breathe underwater with her shadows.
"I promise" I say with a tiny smirk, "I can handle her just fine."
I do need to pay her back for throwing me off of that roof last week.
Sure, I caught myself, but still!
"Besides" I add, "I have a partner right now anyways, so I'm not looking."
She shoots my a sad, sympathetic look. "Neither was I. But then… well, she has a way of making you fall for her. Think you're the one who can finally tame that beast."
I roll my eyes. Okay, this is getting annoying. She's acting like Raven is some sort of… some sort of pussy fly trap, luring in innocent young sapphics to crush them.
Venus mons fly trap?
Well, fuck it. I'm a little bit buzzed, so I might as well go and do this.
"I'm trying to figure out why these girls keep flocking to you, but I just can't."
"Oh. You. What are you doing here." she drawls in her characteristic flat done, not even bothering to turn to me.
As if she didn't know I was here from the moment I walked in, the bitch. I've run afoul of those empathic senses more than enough times to not have figured out how they work.
"You should probably look more surprised, if you're trying to keep cover. Would it kill you to at least raise your eyebrows?"
She turns around to shoot my a flat stare. "It might, yes."
Despite myself, I snort.
"People here have been warning me about you, you know" I say.
She sighs.
"I have to admit" I say with a smirk, "I did not take you to be a serial heartbreaker."
I see the slightest bit of discomfort in her. "…I'm not. I just don't do relationships."
"Yeah, that's pretty much the motivation for breaking hearts, I think. Unless you're just doing it because you're evil?"
Her eyes narrow minutely, but she turns back to her drink.
"Why do you even like shows like this?" I eventually ask. "You're an empath, shouldn't this be awful for you?"
She gives a minute shrug. "I like how the whole crowd comes together. It's like they congeal into a single mind, one purpose. You should take the Martian, she'd like it too."
I examine her carefully, but it seems like she's being genuine.
Before I can respond, the girl who was just wheedling her earlier comes back from wherever she was. She moves in front of Raven to thrust her hand out. "Hi, I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Alison, Raven's gi-"
Raven shoots her a look.
She pouts. "Raven's friend."
I smile, trying to suppress my amusement at her jealousy. "Nice to meet you, Alison. I'm Zara" — I ignore Raven's snort at the pseudonym — "I know Raven from… from work. Also, our best friends are exes."
Raven shoots me a look that on anyone else would be a glare, and I don't both to hold back my smile. Oh, I'm sorry, did I just throw bait in front of a starving piranha? Maybe that will serve as a lesson to think twice before throwing things.
Like, say, me, off of a roof, last week when we were fighting in Omaha.
The bitch was smirking when she did it too!!!
I see a flicker in my peripheral vision. One of her shadows. I tense as it approaches me, but… I don't think she'd do anything in public, would she?
I tense as it connects to mine.
[You're being petty. Stop it.]
I raise my eyebrows.
[You figured out telepathy?]
Raven shifts her attention back to the girl next to her, trying to brush off her complaints. Looks like she doesn't have the skill to multitask yet, I know from experience it takes a few weeks.
Her spell has to be limited in some way, or they'd be using it on all their jobs. I'm guessing it needs physical contact, and Raven's just bypassing it using her shadow. Hmm… does that mean she can use those as transitive casting agents for mental spells? That should be insanely difficult, the inherent properties of the magic shouldn't mix.
I know Sorceress is the genius in their crew, but sometimes I forget that Raven is no slouch either.
Also, I should probably let the other Titans know she should be able to apply mental effects through her shadows. Although, we already know from painful experience not to let her shadows touch us, so I don't know how useful it'll be.
After she's done talking to the blonde, who starts talking about her job — she works in her university bookstore, apparently? — Raven turns back to me. [Eri figured out telepathy. And I'm using it to tell you to stop being petty.]
I glare, sending her a mental impression of what it felt like to fall two stories before I could catch myself with a spell. [Petty?!]
I get the impression of an eye roll. [You survived.]
[That doesn't make it better!]
[Your boy-toy set off a flash bang in my eyes the week before that.]
I sniff. [Only because you threw Superboy into a cement mixer.]
I sense indifference. [He could take it.]
I roll my eyes. [Whatever. What's up with the blonde?]
I can feel her frustration. [Alison doesn't know how to take 'no' for an answer. I slept with her once last month, and she hasn't left me alone since. She even followed me when I changed bars. It's… grating.]
I let my amusement leak through the link. [Some would say these are the inevitable wages of your cold-hearted, villainous ways. Not me, of course.]
I get a mental eye-roll, and glimpse a mental image of me and Dick standing behind a white picket fence, tinged with amusement. [Not all of us are cut out for blissful superheroic heterosexuality.]
I send a mental impression of a glare. [First of all, not straight! ] I send her a mental snapshot of how it felt to make out with a girl backstage at a Vilemouth concert last year.
I feel her surprise at the mental technique. Guess just inventing a telepathy spell doesn't actually teach you how to talk with telepathy.
[Second of all…]
I pause.
[…I don't actually know where I was going with that.]
She smirks. [So you just wanted to let me know you weren't straight? Interesting.]
I roll my eyes, but can't help the tiny flush on my cheeks. […Shut up.]
What? Despite being a massive bitch, she's not unattractive.
By this time, Alison has wandered off, apparently frustrated at Raven's preoccupation with me. Raven leans forward, lips curled up. [So bat-boy's been leaving you high and dry then, huh?]
I snort. [Oh my God, are you actually hitting on me?]
She pauses, and looks down at her glass. [I… may be a tiny bit drunk.]
I laugh.
As we sit in a surprisingly comfortable silence, letting the telepathy spell unravel, I take the time to look her over.
She's apparently gone very goth today, but in sort of a butch way? Black lipstick, black spiked choker, heavy black eyeshadow, faded black jeans with holes in the knees, a black belt with metal spiked, black combat boots, and a Satanblood t-shirt with strategic rips.
"You know" I eventually say, "I always thought you would be into emo music more than this type of stuff."
Raven's lip curls up. "You spend a lot of time thinking about what type of music I like?"
I roll my eyes, but can't help smiling in return.
"I'm surprised too" she eventually says.
"Why?"
She shrugs. "Didn't take you for a Satanblood fan."
My eyes narrow. "What's that supposed to mean."
Her lip quirks up. "Your whole… internship. Very hall monitor, very straight edge. Like your father. Also I thought you were Catholic."
I hide a wince. My relationship with the Church is… complicated.
Like I said, making out with a girl backstage at a Vilemouth concert.
Also, I am not straight-edge!
I gesture at the bartender "Bartender, Hangman's Blood! And then a flight of vodka shots, for the two of us!"
Her expression seems unfazed, but I can feel her surprise through the fading remnants of the telepathy spell. "Why the first drink?"
My smile is saucy. "You're already drunk, I want what comes next to be fair. Unless you don't think you don't think you can keep up?"
Her lip curls. "You're on, Mary Poppins."
"DRINK DRINK DRINK DRINK!"
I slam down my fifth glass, shattering it, and scraping up the plastic festival table.
Oops! Hehe.
My bad.
I look across the table at Raven in triumph. She seems a bit unsteady, less composed than I've ever seen her. Openly glaring at me in a way I'm drunk enough to admit is extremely hot.
I'm not even angry at this point, I'm giggling as the bartender moves to pour another round.
Before he can though, the intermission music ends, and the fog machines start pumping out smoke.
"Oh fuck!" I say. "They're on!"
I grab her hand, and go rushing back into the anticipatory crowd.
Unfortunately, before we can make it, a blonde interruption shimmies up to us. "Raven! Oh my god, I've never actually seen you like this! You're letting loose, I'm loving it!"
Raven turns to the blonde, and grabs onto her shoulders. "I am. Which means Ic'n tell you, straight up… fuggoff, Alison. I dun wanna be yer girlfriend, stop pesterin' me. 'S really creepy, yer a… yer a creep."
I giggle. "Yeh, fuggoff Ali-… Alson!"
The blonde looks shocked, and then angry. "I… What…"
Raven brushes her aside.
As we stumble onto the dance floor, she leans into me, groaning. "I'm so gonna regret that. She's gonna start being impossible. I shuldn't be this drunkkkkkk."
I shrug, laughing. "Fuck it!"
"No but my powers, they're hard t'… I could hurt you if yer this close."
I laugh. "Y'threw me off a building. 'Mfine. Why'd y'drink anyways?"
Raven smiles. "I thought ye're gonna be a lightweight. 'N then I didn' wanna let y'win."
For some reason, that's absolutely hilarious to me, and I can't stop laughing until the band starts playing.
Their first song starts of heavy, with a warbling, screeching guitar note.
Raven and I both cheer.
Fifteen minutes later, we're in the middle of the mosh pit.
You wouldn't think someone like me would thrive there, but superheroing really builds up muscle, and I can slam into even the biggest, most leather-wearing metalhead and come out on top.
I find myself coming back to Raven the most though, and she me. We laugh as we brush up against one another, elbowing and kicking the other in a playful rendition of one of our fights.
It's in one of those punches that Raven's foot gives out, and she stumbles into me. I reach down and catch her, my arms wrapping around her back.
You know, she really is pretty.
And her lips taste fantastic!
Wait, when did we start kissing?
No, not kissing, making out.
Fuck it, I'm drunk enough to be okay with this. Let's rock!
Her lips taste like blood, sulfur, and alcohol, and she groans in pleasure as we stumble out of the crowd, moving up to to a far corner of the bar.
I smirk into her lips. This is my favorite part of concerts.
As the bass thrums through out bones, I bite down on her neck, and she moans. I like how it's quiet enough that no one but me can hear it over the music. I grip her hair in a fist, and move my hands down towards her pants.
"You like this?" I say throatily, and she starts nodding.
Slowly, my hand starts reaching down towards her waistband, and she moans again.
Mmm, mama likes. Dick's moans are cuter though, especially when-
I feel an electric shock go through me, and not in a pleasant way.
Fuck.
Dick.
I stumble back, my face going paler than Silver Sorceresses' hair.
I run into the bathroom, banging open the door.
I throw up in a toilet stall.
"…What the fuck was that?" I hear from behind me, in Raven's characteristic stoic, vaguely irritated tone.
I walk over to the sink, numb, before sitting down on top of it.
"I… I… I'm with Di- Robin."
Raven pauses. "Oh. Right."
"I can't-… I didn't mean to-…"
My eyes feel wet. I… I just cheated on my boyfriend.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, is he going to break up with me? Is this the end?
I can't do this, I love him so much, it hurts how much I love him, I feel it in my bones.
"I didn't mean- I'm not- I'm-"
She slowly moves to pat me on the shoulder as I break down into sobs. "…Sorry?"
I glare at her.
She looks lost. "Um… At least it wasn't with Eri?"
Despite myself, I let out a wet chuckle, which slowly escalates into near-delirious laughter. "God you are so bad at comforting people."
And I mean, she's right, at least it wasn't Silver Sorceress: that would be a fucking nuclear meltdown. I don't need to deal with Artemis going ballistic on top of… on top of…
I break down crying again.
"…Do you want a tissue?"
"No I don't want a tissue."
She just pats me on the shoulder as I sob.
"I thought you were an empath" I eventually say. "Shouldn't you be hating this? Negative emotion."
She grimaces. "I'm not a monster. This is my fault. Sorta."
I shake my head. "No, this is on me. I was… it was my decision, I- It-…"
I break down crying again.
"I just…" I say. "I just want to go home."
"Right." Raven says. "Let me…"
A shadows surges up, and envelops mine. I feel a shock go through me as the fog of alcohol fades.
"What the fuck was that!"
"Spell Eri taught me. Instant sober-up. She learned it from her Dad."
I swallow. "I… Right. Okay. I just…"
"Let me teleport you out."
I just nod silently as she envelops me with her shadow.
Oh God, what have I done?
AN: Probably going to be moving to a once-a-week update schedule this month. Please comment with your thoughts, your comments are my fuel for writing! I treasure every single one. If you like the fic, please consider donating on Ko-Fi, or join the Discord for discussion.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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Well, that was a interesting look at Zatanna.
Sorry, Zara Satanna.
And always nice seeing some of my contributions making their way in.
Sorry, Zara Satanna.
And always nice seeing some of my contributions making their way in.
SadisticAvocado
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Meanwhile, on the other side of town:
Dick pulled back from Wally's lips, his hands still cradling his head. "What have I done, how could I betray Zatanna like this?!"
I would have made it Lonnie for maximum symmetry, but I think he's a little too uptight for that as things stand
Dick pulled back from Wally's lips, his hands still cradling his head. "What have I done, how could I betray Zatanna like this?!"
I would have made it Lonnie for maximum symmetry, but I think he's a little too uptight for that as things stand
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You got drunk at a concert in a moshpitt with someone you consider attractive and have complicated feelings towards.
Shit like that happen.
One subscription to Daddy Issues Quarterly coming right up!
I like the term "capes". Did you get that from Worm?
… I did not clock that either.
Yes. Definitely.
One of them being you.
Yep. She's got commitment issues.
These two….
Like, are all of the team doing weird psychosexual elements to the fight? "I beat you up, you beat me up, and we drink and bitch to each other about it next week."
My god the foreshadowing.
Of course.
Yeah. It's really hard for capes to date outside the community. It's like dating a cop, but worse.
And there's the dynamic I love. They're enemies, technically, but also give cool life advice for living with superpowers.
While technically true that leaves out so much context.
The fact that you know your enemy so well says things.
Nothing drives home the point that they are superpowered teenagers than treating being thrown off a building as a mildly embarrassing prank.
Ah yes
"This person is really impressive and also someone I respect deeply. I'd love to keep talking to them."
"Oh yeah, I should also remember to share the tactical information on our nominal enemies with my team.
Yes it was the mental technique. Not the fact that you just tossed her some sense-memory make out.
And it continues.
You people are hopeless.
Y'all should not be this comfortable with supposed enemies.
oh I'll bet.
They're going to wake up next to each other tomorrow.
…. Yep.
Congratulations Zatanna. You have melted the ice queen.
"I'm safe, don't worry. You don't need to hold back"
There is a reason that capes date in the community.
That is a cool detail that I always appreciate. Being a superhero is a highly active and very demanding job. So is being a supervillain. So even if you're not a physical cape you're probably going to be really fit.
More sexual fighting! It's infected the entire damm team now!
This is a terrible decision. Doesn't mean it won't be fun.
… well Zatanna is apparently a dom. Good to know.
… wait why would
Oh yeah. That.
Unresolved and ever-building sexual tension that underpins the whole plot.
Your villa s should not be this nice.
This. This right here. This illustrates the whole dynamic between the two teams. Zatanna, while emotionally compromised, was comforted by raven, who is supposed to be her enemy. Then she teleported the girl home and actually did so.
These people are terrible at being enemies.
PrognosticHannya
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She and Dick are both dom-leaning switches. It's one of the reasons that Wally is going to fit so well into their dynamic, bc they can both dom/me her.
This could be the tagline for the fic lol
I don't think Kaldur has any of that going on, and Connor and M'gann have their own thing going on, so not the whole team.
Isn't Kaldur involved in a love triangle back in his home city or something?
PrognosticHannya
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Canonically yes, but I'm not writing about it
Great Greedy Guts
Ceterum censeo Vigilam esse delendam.
Oh, oof, Z... This is gonna be a wee bit rough going forward, I suspect.
You're friends with Artemis and know who she's into, c'mon here, Z.
Nah, Sorceress is the genius that wants you all to KNOW she's a genius, the other two just keep a lid on it a bit better.
I am looking forward to when some hero (or group of them, coughcough) hires the Gang of Three and how naturally they manage to work together (and how unnatural it maybe feels for certain potential parties).
PrognosticHannya
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You're gonna like Arc 4, that's all I'll say.
Eh Connor and M'gann are stable but they're not normal. They're fumbling through a relationship that, on top of all the normal problems with teenage relationships, has to deal with the fact that both parties have slightly but distinctly nonhuman mindsets.
A cool note is that you could have them end up with a low level constant mind link without them noticing.
You know what I'll say that he is, because that means the whole team has an ongoing relationship disaster.
Good to know I suppose. Good to get WoG confirmation on the "Egg Wally" thing too. Also she's a sub?
It should be.
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Is Batman gonna just throw money at the problem, and pay the gang to join YJ?