Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ Heroes ❯ Dick's Big Date ( Chapter 7 )

Blowfish: I know all of the fans of my other fic, “The Adventures of the Teen Titans” are probably REEEEEAAAALLY pissed at me right now, but I felt the need to fulfill a review request and update within two weeks.

 

As you can see, I'm fond of close shaves.

 

But I SWEAR I WILL have another chap of AoTT up very, very soon. Really. I promise. But for now…review responses!

 

The Gemini Sage: I'm glad you liked Raven kicking ass again. Looking over most of the reviews, I'd say the general consensus was that Raven kicks ass. (And it's SO true!) I was originally going to have Raven remain as sort of an unknown entity for a few more chapters, but I thought, “Where's the fun in that?” So I decided to stick Terry in there to “discover” her, since I've become rather attached to my lil' OC photographer. (huggles Terry) And I would be ECSTATIC if you were to add my songfic to your C2.

 

ninmenju-shin: Ahhh, nothing like a good bodily threat to get the creative juices flowing! Jk, I understand. I hate waiting for updates from my fav stories too. And I really hope I can keep updating consistently (for once). As for the rest of your review…yes, I bet Rae WILL be quite pissed that BB called her rusty. You'll find out. I'm glad you liked the ending. I got mixed responses on that one. Some thought it was weird and killed the suspense, but others thought it was good. Hmm. Slade? Mmm…I'm not divulging any secrets. All I can say is I doubt you'll EVER guess what's REALLY going on. At least I hope not. If you like long chapters, then you'll be satisfied, `cause this is SUPER long. And I'll definitely read your fics within the next week or so (AoTT's makin' me a busy girl!). I'll leave reviews and cookies!

 

K9 the First: Glad you like it. Everybody seems to be swaying towards Slade…but like I said, I'm not telling…

 

AzerathMetrionZinthos12: Apple juice…mmmm (drools). BB/RAE ROCKS!!! There won't be fluff for a while, but you get some nice, tasty angst this chapter!

 

lil' LIK Star: Heh, the mysterious guy is going to be keeping a close eye on the Titans…but I won't explain beyond that.

 

Taiba: Yes, I updated. IT'S A MIRACLE!

 

Wrongful Vanity: Yeah, I was tired of seeing so many weird “ten-years-later” fics, so I took a whack at writing my own. (Of course, who's to say it isn't as weird as the others…)

 

Jefepato: Yeah, the Titans have loosened up in 10 years, I guess. And Rae does have complete control over her powers; I'm just too lazy to go into detail about how she did it. n_n;

 

Gecko Osco: 162 GOVERNMENT TERMS? That's scary. O_O;

 

Exiled-Knight: Heh, I didn't even remember that the monkey song went with my name until I read this! And yes, Geppetto was the name of the carpenter in Pinocchio. I'm not sure where the hell I made the connection from talking puppets to drug deals, but somehow the dealer ended up as Geppetto. Go figure. And don't worry, because Dick and Star's date is in this chapter! Hence the chapter title. Caaaaaandyyyy… (drool dribbles onto floor)

 

Wave Maker: I'm glad this one's made it into your faves! X-Men Evo rocks!

 

Grumbumble: I'm glad you liked the chapter, and you did NOT take ages to review. I like getting reviews, no matter when they come. Sorry I don't have a new update for AoTT yet, but it'll be up soon. (I'm trying to apply your useful advice on writer's block for that email you sent.)

 

WHOCARES?: Definitely gonna be some Nightwing action. Not a lot this chapter, but lots more in the next.

 

Jays Arravan: It's a nice feeling to cure boredom (as we all know how excruciating it can be). And though I've never seen “The Shadow”, I did want to make Raven kind of a badass. Not really sure why.

 

fierytopaz: Don't worry, I love long reviews! They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Heh, I wouldn't be concerned: Raven is on almost EVERYONE's favorite character list, if not on the top of it. Yeah, Terry is completely clueless…idiot. Vic and Gar's conversation leads up to the first part of our lovely chapter here! As for the Rae/Raven and Gar part, you have hit the bullseye. Gar is going to agonize for quite a few chapters. Dick and Star's reactions will be shown here as well. Holy crap…you have it piled on…man, school sucks. That's just wrong how much crap you have due. I feel for you.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. I do, however, own a block of cheese.

 

“talking” `thinking' song lyrics

 

WARNING: THE AUTHOR WAS COMPLETELY BS-ING YOU BACK IN CHAPTER 5 WHEN SHE SAID THAT IT WOULD BE CHOCKED FULL OF ROBSTAR (or DickStar, whatever you want to call it) FLUFF. COMPARED TO THIS CHAPTER, THAT CHAPTER WAS PUNY FLUFF-WISE. SERIOUSLY, THIS HAS SO MUCH ROBSTAR FLUFF, YOU MAY GO INSANE FOR A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME. I KNOW I DID. BUT IF YOU'RE A ROBSTAR FAN, YOU SHOULD BE LIKE A KID IN A FRICKIN' CANDYSTORE. I DON'T KNOW WHY I KEEP TYPING IN CAPS LOCK. I GUESS IT'S JUST FUN.

 

Blowfish: Here it is, lucky number 7!

 

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“TAKE THIS!”

 

Horace Green, the fourth Restaurant Robber, was sent flying into the wall by a harsh punch to his jaw. He slid down the wall beside his comrades, who had either surrendered or had been pummeled into submission.

 

`This Raven chick is fucking crazy!'

 

Raven cracked her knuckles menacingly. Saturday morning had gotten a lot more interesting when the Restaurant Robbers had struck the pizza parlor. This battle, however, had been taken to a much more personal level. This scum had to pay for what they did to the Changs. They would go to jail sans a few teeth—Raven would make sure of that. She had made short work of them, finding that none of them were very tough deprived of their guns.

 

Despite cleaning up the streets in practically no time at all and being discovered to be the former Teen Titan, Raven had earned a very shady reputation. Data archives of any sort could find no traces of the Titan she had been, and failed to locate any indication of what she had been doing. The paper had broken the story of her return, and the local news was overloading with stories to report. The police, however, found her not so remarkable. Raven was currently wanted for questioning at the JPD. (A/N: The cops are bastards, eh N-shin?) They called her methods “unorthodox”, “threatening”, and “a menace to the public”.

 

The public, however, adored her.

 

“Go get `em, Raven!”

 

“Kick their sorry asses!”

 

“I think she's already done it, Val!”

 

Raven smiled and coughed a bit to hide her chuckling. She could hear the police sirens, though, so she decided it was time to get moving. She had to call Gar to tell him to meet her in the park, and she was not going to miss some time with him to play cat-and-mouse with the cops. She slipped off into the shadows and back to her apartment. She stuffed her cloak and boots in her bag, but slipped regular clothes on over the rest of her outfit. It was a much quicker change, and no one questioned her sweaters and jackets—it was getting very cold this time of year. Just as she was about to pick up the phone, there was a knock at the door.

 

“It's Terry!”

 

“It's open!”

 

Terry came in. “I came to show you the pictures I took for the story.”

 

“OK, just leave them on the table.”

 

“Well, I thought we could maybe, you know, look over them together.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because you might take out a picture I really like! And that would piss me off.”

 

Rae sighed. “I've got to be somewhere soon.”

 

“It'll take, what, twenty minutes?”

 

She sighed again. “I'll fix some coffee.”

 

The two sat down and went through the pictures. It seemed as if they would finish quickly, but…

 

“Where can I get more sugar?” he asked.

 

“Top cupboard.”

 

Terry got up and walked towards the cupboard, unaware of the shoe on the floor that had been cast aside. He tripped over it, his coffee cup sent flying, splattering Rae with its contents, causing her to drop her own cup onto Terry's pants, making a huge, wet ring right…well, you can guess where.

 

“Dammit, Terry!”

 

“Sorry, I didn't know you just leave your shoes in the path of innocent bystanders!”

 

“Damn, now I have to get changed.”

 

“You?! I'm the one who has to take a thirty-minute bus ride back to campus looking like I pissed my pants!!!”

 

“Ugh! Just take them off, you big wimp, I'll get someone downstairs to loan you some! I've gotta get changed so I can go meet Gar, dammit!”

 

“…Who's Gar?”

 

Rae reddened and went to the bathroom, leaving Terry to de-pant himself—not an easy task when they're sticking to your skin. `At least my boxers are fine,' he thought. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

 

“Rae!” Terry whined.

 

“Just get it! I'm indisposed right now!” she hissed.

 

“But I'm in my lucky Snoopy boxers!”

 

“…OK, now that I have yet another unwanted image burned into my memory, will you answer the door?!”

 

Terry sighed and opened the door. A red-headed man with a grin on his face stood there.

 

“'Lucky Snoopy boxers'?”

 

“I live in Hell…” Terry groaned.

 

“What're you doin' in Rae's apartment, kid?”

 

“I'm her friend Terry. What're you doing here?”

“I'm Adrian, I live downstairs. The guys and I were making some muffins for the Changs, and we ran outta flour. Does Rae have any?”

“Do you have any flour, Rae?” Terry called.

 

“I'm not good with plants!” she yelled.

 

“Flour, not flower!”

 

“Oh. Top cupboard!”

 

“Ahh, the infamous top cupboard…”

 

Just then, the phone rang.

 

“Oh, goddammit!” Rae yelled. “Terry, could you get that?”

 

“I'll get it!” Adrian said.

 

“NO!” Rae and Terry yelled at once. But it was too late.

 

“Hello?” came a voice on the other end.

 

“You've reached Rae's apartment,” Adrian said cheerfully.

 

“Then why am I not speaking to Rae?”

 

“She's busy.”

 

“With what?”

 

“Hey man, all I know is, I came up here for a cup of flour. Some kid in Snoopy boxers answers—“

 

“I'LL KILL YOU!” Terry screamed, lunging at Adrian. He casually side-stepped the younger man's attack.

 

“—And it's just gotten weirder and weirder from then on, know what I'm sayin'?”

 

“…Oooookaaaay. Is she there?”

 

“She's changing.”

 

Rae's enraged voice came from the bathroom. “ADRIAN, I SWEAR TO GOD, WHEN I GET MY SHIRT ON, I AM GOING TO CUT YOU UP SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS YOU'LL—“

 

“She's a bit busy right now. Might I take a message?”

 

“This is Gar. I just wanted to know if she's going to meet me in the park today. She was supposed to call me back.”

 

“I WOULD HAVE, HAD NOT THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD COME IN!” she shrieked.

 

“Aaaaand, there's your answer Gar,” Adrian said, trapping Terry in a headlock. “Guess your girlfriend's on her way.”

 

“Tha—“

 

“GAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” Rae tore through the room and tackled Adrian, bringing both of them (plus Terry) crashing to the floor. While he was dazed, Rae swiped the phone from Adrian.

 

“Hey, Gar.”

 

“So, you coming, or what?”

 

“Be there in twenty minutes. Got some things to sort out right now.”

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Vic flipped idly through the newspaper, ignoring the humongous, emboldened headlines about Raven. Gar sat next to him on the bench, looking pensive. Vic reached the funnies page and chuckled.

 

“Heh, Gar look, this guy is—“

 

“I'm not in the mood right now, Vic.”

 

“Aww, come on, I thought comedians were supposed to be—“

 

”I said I'm not in the mood!”

 

“Yeesh. Sorry, guess I'll leave you alone and let you mull over whatever's stuck up your—“

 

“Hey, guys.”

 

The men turned to find Rae leaning up against a tree, watching them with amusement. She walked over and sat on the bench opposite of theirs. “Vic's right, Gar. You do seem pretty irritable. What's up?” Suddenly, both of their faces got serious. Rae was liking this less and less. “Who died?” she chuckled. She stopped when their expressions didn't change.

 

“Rae…” Vic said gently. “We need to talk.”

 

“About what?”

 

“About Raven.”

 

Rae was surprised, but only slightly. She had expected this. Tried to prepare herself for it. The others would know and would talk to her about it. She knew it, but somehow, looking into Vic's questioning eyes and Gar's angry ones, she found she was frozen.

 

“W-what about her?” she managed to get out.

 

“You know damn well what!” Gar burst out. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't you realize you could get hurt?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE BEEN DRIVING MYSELF NUTS THESE PAST FEW DAYS?!”

 

Rae was taken aback. Gar wasn't one to get so angry, especially at her.

 

“JESUS CHRIST, DO YOU GET HOW MUCH SHIIT YOU'RE GONNA BE IN?! YOU COULD GET ARRESTED! YOU COULD GET YOURSELF KILLED!”

 

Rae could feel her anger rising. “So what is this?” she spat. “A vigilante intervention?”

 

Vic wrung his hands. “You could call it that, I suppose. We both…we both care about you, Rae. We're your friends. We just don't want you to make a mistake.”

 

“Mistake?” she asked softly. “You think going and protecting those who can't protect themselves is mistake? How did we meet, Vic? Are you saying what we did was just a big game?”

 

“I'm not saying that, Rae, you know that.”

 

“Then what are you saying, because it sounds to me like—“

 

“Do you have to be so damn hard-headed all of the time?!” he shouted. “We're just trying to save you from ending up in a pool of your own blood in the gutter!”

 

“AND I'M TRYING TO SAVE OTHER PEOPLE FROM THAT! I'VE GOT A RESPONSIBILITY, VIC! I CAN'T STAND BY LIKE I HAVE THESE PAST TEN YEARS LETTING CRAP HAPPEN TO PEOPLE WHO DON'T DESERVE IT!!!” she yelled. She visibly sagged. “How much more has to happen for it to get through your thick skull? You might want to think twice about waiting, because it'll only cost those around you.” With that, she turned and started to leave.

 

“RAE!”

 

She paused and looked back at them. Gar was slouching, looking desperate. He still had rage in his eyes, but now it was accompanied by tears.

 

“Rae…if you go now, it'll never be like it was. We've been given the ultimate opportunity. We can just be normal, not have to worry about it. We can let it all go. Do that for us. For me. Just put it behind you.”

 

There was a long silence. A chilly air descended upon them, and Vic clutched his coat. He and Gar stood there, watching and waiting. Rae's cold blue orbs pierced their hearts. The howl of the wind was the only break in the death-like quiet.

 

And in that moment, Rae Roth turned her back on her friends and walked away.

 

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Dick turned on the TV while attempting to straighten his bowtie. He wanted to look perfect for his date. Sunday had taken almost an eternity to arrive, and he eagerly welcomed it. Something on the news caught his eye.

 

“And in tonight's top story, we follow the former Teen Titan, Raven, on her seemingly never-ceasing campaign against crime. The vigilante today stopped ten muggings, and we mustn't forget the capture of the notorious Restaurant Robbers yesterday. All members of the group are being charged with multiple counts of robbery, and Horace Green is being charged with second-degree murder for the murder of Gary Chang.”

 

Dick gave a small smile. “Good job, Raven,” he whispered. He looked at his watch. “Oh crap, I'm gonna be late!”

 

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Star came out on stage with Anton and bowed. The audience was in an absolute uproar. The performance had been spectacular, especially the act put on by the leading lady, Star herself. She was delighted at how the play had went, and was even more delighted at the person she saw in the fourth row, who was probably clapping the hardest and smiling the most: Dick.

 

After the final curtain, Star went backstage and traded congratulations and pats on the back with the other actors and actresses. She went into her dressing room and changed into the outfit she had brought for the date: A lovely, sparkling dress that was a deep shade of magenta. She came out, and Anton nearly tripped over himself.

 

“Well, you're looking wonderful,” he said.

 

She blushed. “Thank you.”

 

“What're you doing tonight? That's a better dress than the one you wore for the show!”

 

“I have a date.”

 

“Oh. With who?”

 

“With me,” a voice said. Anton spun to face Dick, garbed in a tuxedo and holding both hands behind his back.

 

“Ah, you must be Dick,” Anton mused, sticking out his hand. Dick smiled and shook it. “I've heard a lot about you.”

 

“And judging by the costume, I'd say you're Anton. I've heard a lot about you as well. Don't go stealing my girl, okay?” he laughed.

 

“Dick…” muttered a very flustered Star. Dick grinned and removed his other hand from behind his back, revealing a bouquet of roses.

 

“Flowers for the lady.”

 

“Oh Dick! They're lovely!”

 

“Shall we?”

 

“Yes. Goodbye, Anton.”

 

“Goodbye, Star,” Anton said, smiling. “See you next week! You two have a good time, hear?”

 

When they left, however, his friendly expression turned to one of sour displeasure.

 

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Dick lead Star to his Jaguar (A/N: Yes, he does have more money than God.), and the two were soon driving through Gotham's busy streets.

 

“So…have you given any thought to Raven?” Star asked.

 

“I have,” Dick said quietly.

 

“And…?”

“And what?”

 

“Aren't you…you know, going to say something judgmental?”

 

“What's that supposed to mean?”

 

“Do you approve of her or not?”

“I'm…not sure. I guess…Dick wants to yell at her for it, but Nightwing wants to condone her actions.”

 

“I see.”

 

“What about you?”

 

“I…I am worried for her safety, the same way that I worry for your safety. I have told you my view on what you do, and it remains the same for her.”

 

“You think it's dangerous.”

 

“It is dangerous.”

 

“…I know.”

 

An uncomfortable silence lingered for a few minutes. Star examined her roses, fingering the petals affectionately.

 

“Thank you again,” she whispered.

 

“Star, I love you. You don't need to keep thanking me,” he said.

 

“I know. I just…I'm happy.”

 

“Mmm?”

 

“Of all of the things I could be doing tonight, I'm glad I chose to go out with you. I always am.”

 

“As am I.”

 

She pointed out the window. “Is that it?” she asked.

 

“Oui. Le Château des Rêves. This way, mademoiselle.”

 

“Ahh, you know I love it when you speak French.”

 

“And you know that I'm happy when you're happy,” he said, kissing her gently.

 

The two had the most romantic dinner one could imagine. Incredible food, excellent wine, soothing candles, and a polite, sociable waiter made the night one of the best either of them had ever had. Truthfully, they more often preferred simple outings (particularly Dick, who was forced into every stuffy restaurant you could think of for business dinners), but this was a most welcome change in atmosphere.

 

“Having a nice time?” Dick asked.

 

“I'm having a wonderful time,” Star said. “I couldn't ask for a better night or a better man to spend it with.”

 

“Star…”

“Yes?”

 

“Well, I wanted to say…I'm glad you and I are together.”

 

Star looked at him quizzically, but tried to follow along. “Me too…what are you getting at?”

 

“Umm…I just…man, I suck at this…Star, you are the only woman I've ever truly loved and probably ever will truly love. You're beyond amazing. Every day I get through I know it's partially because of the fact that you're waiting there for me. And the truth is…you've stolen something from me I never want back: My heart. I just…” he paused and stood up. Star's heart was thumping in her chest. Dick took a deep breath and continued. “I don't want to spend another day without you.” And with that, he dropped down on one knee.

 

Star thought she might faint. `This cannot be what it appears to be. This is either a prank, or some dream. Some wonderful, perfect dream,' she thought, watching Dick fishing in his pocket for something. By now, the whole restaurant was in complete silence. Dick pulled out a small, velvety box and opened it, unveiling the most stunning diamond ring she had ever seen. She was now barely breathing.

 

“Star…will you marry me?”

 

`This has to be a dream…the scented candles made me woozy, and I passed out. This is just too…' The silence stretched on for an eternity, until finally, Star found her voice.

 

“Yes.”

 

The second Dick slipped the ring on Star's trembling finger, they knew that they were the happiest two people in the world.

 

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Blowfish: Heh, told you RobStar fans would like this! I also hope you guys liked the stuff in the beginning, a little angst to balance out the fluff. But I wouldn't be surprised if half of the RobStar fans reading this just squealed with delight at that last part. Anyway, gotta go. Review!

 

To N-shin: Let the record show, that no matter what those bastards at FF.Net say, this chapter was submitted before midnight on Saturday.

 

Seeya!