#At absolute most the names Cyborg and Starfire get said in front of them during FoN and this comic

[iamapoopmuffin]

I can’t believe how long it took me to realise that the twins probably call everyone things like green one and orange one because they don’t know anyone’s names

[nightglider124]

RobStar Week 2020: Day 5

So, I botched this massively lmao. I had meant to make it better, I swear but I only managed to start it a couple hours ago and now, I just want it posted cos I’m so tired and I just wanna sleep.

I’ll try and do better with tomorrow’s prompt when hopefully I’m not so shattered.

If you notice that there are errors, its because I havent proofread it and I’ll do that tomorrow too. Maybe.

Hope you like... whatever this is anyway tho!

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Rescue

The thousand bulb string lights above the guests’ heads weaved back and forth, crossing over one another like a blanket of illumination hanging from the ceiling. They glittered and glowed, filling the entire ballroom with a warmth that contrasted to the outside world, beyond the frosted windows. 

Snow had been falling for hours; millions of tiny snowflakes, individual and unique in calibre; all different but each as special as the next. They had created a frozen utopia throughout Gotham, banding together and enveloping everything in its frosty embrace.

The wind was howling as a snowstorm approached, the snow swirling in the air like an intricate winter dance of the elements.

It was a sight that could only be imagined from a snow globe after being shaken madly and set down to take effect.

But, the beautiful yet icy weather beyond the walls of the ballroom was the least of the crowds concerns, as they enjoyed their night.

Laughter and chatter bubbled up and spread around the huge room like a serene melody; a sanctuary of good vibes and happy moods as the light dinner music flowed alongside it, the string quartet gathered in the corner, lost in a world of their own with the musical instruments at the center of it.

Kory smiled brightly as her jade eyes scanned her surroundings, soaking it all up and becoming more and more quietly thrilled by the sights around her as the hours ticked by. Her heart was pounding and she found her fingers on the jittery side once or twice throughout the evening. 

These events constantly stole her fascination since they were always so stunning and so different to the one before. This Winter charity event for example was so different to the one they had been invited to in the Summer where the colours around them had been a mesh of oranges, reds and yellows. Floral patterns and foliage had been key features of that event, with a beach style dressing it up for the overall cause in helping to remove litter and trash from oceans, in order to cleanse the homes of sea animals. 

Clearing her throat, Kory tucked a loose strand of ruby hair behind her ear, briefly eyeing the silver bangle on her wrist. Cyborg’s technology was something of a spectacle, she had to admit. When Robin’s mentor had first started to ask them along to these ‘shindigs’ as Beast Boy had called them, they had had to figure out a way to appear as humans since appearing as themselves would cause… a lot of questions and would most likely reveal Robin and Batman for their true identities.

It went without saying that that was not a viable option.

But, Cyborg had been able to hone in on his holographic ring invention that he had used years ago to infiltrate the Hive academy. It had taken some modifying and readjusting but with every task thrown in his direction, the cybernetic man was able to create an assortment of accessories for each of the Titans, except Robin of course.

For Starfire, a bangle. For Beast Boy and Cyborg, a simplistic watch each, sat on their wrists. And, for Raven, a thin black choker that wove around her neck.

It had been trial and error for some weeks before he had them working perfectly, including being able to redesign their whole holographic appearance; something which they had had a lot of fun with.

Kory hummed to herself and took a sip of her icy beverage, feeling the delicious liquid slither down her throat. She swished the dark red substance around in her glass, uncertain what exactly was in it but she had been assured by Dick that it was fine to consume.

She giggled to herself, recalling how strange it had been to use their ‘incognito’ names the first time around. Of course, it had been a very long time since then but it still felt like a game; hiding themselves in plain sight amongst regular people.

Kory tilted her head at that. They were far from ‘regular’ people, she supposed. Most of them were in some form of business or riches, practically throwing money away every weekend on senseless things, just because they could. The people around her were high in their ranks in comparison to their peers; not to be confused with the working class, out on the streets of Gotham, struggling to make ends meet.

Dick had referred to them as snooty billionaires who spent their lives gallivanting with their wealth and treating anyone who was not at the same materialistic level as they were, as insignificant.

She got the impression, through the years that her love was not very fond of the people that his k’norfka spent his free time with. It was reassuring that not everyone could be swayed by money, however. She saw it in Bruce; he had wealth and success and despite throwing these events on a regular basis, they were always for some type of good cause. 

That was the definition of putting wealth to good use. Or at least, she thought so.

Glancing around, Kory peered past the crowds of people, unconsciously searching for her friends. She could see Vic, standing by the snack table, robbing them of the hors d’oeuvres spread out for guests to help themselves to. She grinned to herself as she saw him sneaking vegetables from the crudite platter and pork tenderloin crostini from another plate.

Kory couldn’t help but wonder just how many he had stuffed in his mouth during the evening. She shook her head and turned away, spying Rachel and Garfield, standing over by the balcony that led out into the chilly night. 

She smiled sweetly at the pair. From where she was standing, she could see Gar removing his jacket and gently placing it around her best friend’s shoulders, to protect her from the cold. Rachel blushed a lotus pink but smiled softly and bestowed a kiss to his cheek. 

He looked surprised but beamed back at her, carefully twirling a loose ebony strand that had fallen from her delicate bun, framing her face.

Kory could not get past how beautiful Raven looked tonight, especially after the demoness had practically fought tooth and nail, vowing she wasn’t going to wear any kind of ballgown to this event. It had taken a lot of coaxing and reassurance from Garfield that she would look absolutely gorgeous, but it was clearly worth it.

The midnight blue wrapped around her figure like a second skin; tasteful and elegant as the sash like strap hung over one shoulder. The material was lace like in touch and looked so ethereal. She was a vision and Gar had been staring at her all night long.

Kory hummed and sought out her own boyfriend with her emerald gaze, narrowing them to see better as more people filled the space around her, making it more difficult to locate anyone. She tapped her fingertips against the edge of her glass as she continued to look around.

Finally, her heart fluttered and a heat rose to her cheeks as her watchful eyes fell upon him. He looked very handsome in his crisp tux which was almost as black as his hair, something else that was altered. Rather than his usual spikes, he had it slicked back, with a few loose pieces sticking out, giving him a true boyish charm. 

Kory bit her lower lip as she watched him, hands in his pockets but standing tall as he mingled with his adopted father’s friends and acquaintances, despite his aura screaming he would rather be anywhere else but where he was.

She focused on his bowtie, trying her best not to burst into giggles as she considered how adorable it was on him. Kory had to admit he was ruggedly handsome and despite what most people said about them as a couple, she felt like the lucky one more often than not.

Of course, Dick himself would disagree with that.

Ironically, he probably enjoyed these evenings the least out of the five of them but, that could be down to just how many he had to attend in his childhood, having to fake his interest in these people around him. 

He was dutiful of course, smiling for pictures and speaking with all those who approached him, exchanging pleasantries and holding conversation enough so that he didn’t come off as rude. 

Bruce stood alongside him, nodding and smiling at the men and women talking to them and Kory had to wonder if he was also like Dick; barely interested and just trying to get through the night. 

All her staring had clearly not gone unnoticed. Dick paused and turned his head, catching her eye and grinning at her from across the room. He looked like he wanted to come over to her more than anything but, the man in front of him kept dragging him back into conversation; one of which, she was certain, Dick had zero curiosity in. 

He sighed and snuck in another glance at her, his cobalt gaze roaming over her figure; something he had been doing for the majority of the night.

Every time she had looked at him, he had been gawking at her and been most unapologetic about it; a side of him, she absolutely adored.

She wore a fitted lilac evening dress, with tiny shimmers laced into the fabric, which shone in the perfect light. The dress was long, brushing against the wood flooring and moving with precision when Kory shifted around.

The tulle skirt was layered and ruffled, giving just the right amount of depth without her looking like a cake topper. The band around her waist was close fitting, accentuating the curvy figure that Kory possessed, which had made more than a few men in the vicinity look her way, with them being instantly deterred by the look on Dick’s face.

On her torso, the design was a plunging neckline that revealed just a hint of cleavage and breast but not enough to look cheap and vulgar. The straps were thin, sitting on her shoulders comfortably. 

The part of her gown that had really made Dick drool was the back, showed off by the fact her hair had been delicately curled and clipped to the side, draped over her shoulder. Tan skin was completely on display, all the way down to her rear, with the straps criss crossing for design purposes but mostly, it left little to the imagination.

He had murmured plenty of things to her about how she looked on the drive to the venue; things that made her face burn, even now. 

They had been together for almost 2 years, ever since they had returned from Tokyo and it had been blissful. She loved having his attention and being the pinnacle of his affections, with him becoming more and more open with his love as the months went by.

Kory and Dick, however, had been together for approximately 6 months, if her mind recalled their cover story correctly. 

She giggled and wriggled her fingers at him, before blowing him a very deliberate kiss. His cheeks grew rosy and he narrowed his eyes at her, scrunching his expression up to show his playful nature.

She looked away when the man before him, thumped a hand down on Dick’s shoulder, drawing his attention back to him. Kory smiled and shook her head, taking a breath and spinning around.

Deciding to top up her drink, she headed for the long white table, lined with punch bowls full of fruity liquids and liquors that were sharp, tangy and not for the faint of heart. 

Kory hummed quietly to herself as she reached for the ladle in one bowl, scooping up several units of the berry tasting drink she had been sipping away at for practically the whole night. 

Just as she finished and prepared to quench her thirst, a short, slim woman sidled up next to her, dressed in a long, form fitting black dress that ended at her knees. Her strawberry blonde hair was wavy with some of it pinned up and out of her face. 

“Your dress is simply fabulous, I have to say.” She commented, causing Kory to turn towards her,

She was smiling endearingly, a light dancing in her crystal blue eyes as she clearly wanted to chat with Kory. 

“Oh! Thank you… it is… a favourite among my dresses.” Kory stammered slightly, remembering that Dick had advised them to act like they were part of the ‘money society’ if approached.

“I can see why… it suits you wonderfully. Was it made here in Gotham or elsewhere in America?” 

Kory paused but continued to smile at the woman, “I believe it was made in Paris, France.” 

“I see… how very vogue.” The woman drawled, laughing at her own phrasing and gently swatting Kory’s hand as if they were long time friends,

Whilst not really understanding what was funny about what she had said, Kory forced a fake laugh from her throat and prepared herself for some conversation.

“I only ask as I hear a slight twang of an accent there… did you grow up here in America or across the waters, if you don’t mind me asking?” She queried, flipping her shoulder length hair down her back as she leaned closer towards Kory,

The disguised Princess froze for a moment. She was well versed in the ‘Kory’ background and history that they had come up with since she had long been a fixture in Dick Grayson’s life but usually, it was her love who casually introduced her, simultaneously explaining key points of her life.

He did it with ease and grace and whilst she knew she was capable of doing it without him, she did wish he was around right now to help her find her bearings. 

“I grew up in a small island off the coast of Spain, actually but my family moved here when I was 15 years old.” 

“Oh wow. I bet the weather here in Gotham really makes you miss Spain then, huh?” 

Kory nodded, “Oh yes… the tropical climate is… a lifetime ago compared to Gotham’s weather patterns which are… most unpredictable.” 

“That’s Gotham for you.” She paused and took a step closer, something glinting in her eyes, “So, when did you meet Dick Grayson, then?” 

Faltering, Kory’s fingers tightened around the glass in her hand and her heart started to thud; a sense of danger building in her chest. Kory narrowed her eyes a little but halted on acting out of sorts since this woman had not yet asked anything too personal or intimate,

“Apologies… what did you say your name was?” Kory asked, her tone polite.

The woman rolled her eyes and waved her hand, like she had a clumsy memory, “Oh! I’d lose my head if it wasn’t attached to my shoulders.” She stopped and offered her hand, “I’m Vicki Vale, editor for the Gotham Gazette.” 

Kory’s face briefly morphed into a look of panic but she corrected herself before Vicki could notice. She nodded and smiled, shaking the reporter by the hand.

There were sudden alarm bells ringing in Kory’s head, unsure if it was wise for her to be speaking, just in case she said something out of turn and Miss Vale decided to twist it and take it out of context; something that Dick warned Gotham paparazzi did like clockwork.

“Oh… it is nice to meet you.” Kory murmured,

“And you, lovely, are Kory Anders, aren’t you?” She drawled, placing her fingers to her cheek, “I think most of Gotham’s papers are as smitten with you as Dick Grayson is.” 

Kory puffed out a laugh, suddenly nervous and second guessing every word that came out of her mouth, “You are… too kind.”

“So… where did the two of you meet?” Vicki pestered, looking like she was ready for the next scoop to dish out in an article that would make the front page within a day.

“I believed it was already common knowledge that we met at the boarding school we both attended in Switzerland.” Kory replied, trying her best to keep her tone light and carefree, although she wasn’t sure how well she was doing in that.

“Oh, it is. But, you can never trust other reporters. It’s so much better to learn it from someone, yourself.” Vicki explained,

“I understand. You would not want to misprint anything that was not true.” Kory pointed out, watching her carefully.

Vicki seemed to pause at that before she chortled and placed a hand on her hip, “Exactly. So, tell me, how long have you been dating Dick Grayson?” 

“I believe it will be a year in May.” Kory responded, keeping her answers clipped and trying not to give anything away that hadn’t already been told to paparazzi and reporters.

Her eyes shifted, trying to spot Dick in the clusters of people, in the hopes he would be able to give her a reprieve from the questions. 

“Aw, a Spring anniversary… that’s so sweet.” Vicki commented, placing a hand on her chest, right where her heart was, “I’m just a classic romantic. I can’t help but love the idea of love.”

“It is a… wondrous feeling.” Kory said, trying to stall and misdirect the reporter standing before her,

“So…” Vicki droned, her tone shifting slightly, “Tell me… what was it that drew you to Dick Grayson exactly?”

“He is… unlike any boy I have ever met.” Kory told her, evasively sensing unknown territory and being scared she would say something she regretted,

“I’m sure he is, I’m sure he is…” Vicki nodded before she smirked, “And… I don’t suppose his inheritance is a factor at all.”

Kory stopped short and turned her head back to Vicki, abandoning all pretense of looking for Dick amongst the haystack of guests. Her face dropped and her skin prickled with an unfamiliar emotion at that particular question. 

A sinking feeling of dread started to settle in the pit of her stomach as she narrowed her hunter green eyes, “Excuse me?” Kory said, utter disbelief drenching her words,

“Speaking girl to girl… he obviously has a lot going for him and any girl he wanted to date would benefit greatly from the luxuries around him, don’t you think?” Vicki shrugged, as if her assumptions were completely normal things to say.

“I do not think… I understand what you are implying.” Kory breathed, trying to remain poised and knowing exactly what Vicki was trying to insinuate.

“I’m just saying that… there might be more that drew you to him other than just him being a sweet boy, right?” 

Kory blinked at Vicki, silently stunned at her audacity to be so presumptuous, without knowing anything about her or the relationship shared between her and Dick.

“There are many factors into why I started a relationship with Dick but his money was not one of them. I can assure you of that.” Kory defended, anger starting to bubble in her veins so much so she balled her hand into a fist at her side,

“I’m sure it wasn’t, dear!” Vick stated, waving a hand but her coy smile remained in place, “But, all I’m saying is… it wouldn’t hurt that he has it.”

Kory’s eye twitched and she opened her mouth to tell this reporter exactly what she thought of her arrogant series of questions until a soft, familiar hand on her waist stalled her from doing so.

She clamped her mouth shut and swiveled her head around to look at Dick who had found his place at her side, pulling her into his personal space. She pressed a palm to his chest, deeply inhaling his scent; something about him that always seemed to set her mind at ease, a feeling of safety following immediately after.

Kory breathed out, glancing up into his face as he looked at Vicki with a knowing expression,

“Antagonising my girlfriend, are we, Vicki?” He suspected, quirking an eyebrow,

Vicki made a high pitched giggle and rolled her shoulders, as if she had done nothing of the sort, “Of course not, Dick. I was just getting to know your lovely Kory.” 

“Uh huh and I’m sure there was nothing said that might’ve come off as insulting, right?” 

“Me? Never!” She dismissed, smiling brightly,

Kory remained silent and she felt him tap his fingers against her hip in a code like manner, checking to see if she was okay. In response, she tapped his shoulder twice, signalling that she had been… managing. 

“Right… and what kinds of things were you asking her about?” 

“Oh, you know that answer, already. Why, you, of course.” Vicki said, flippantly, “You’ve grown from a small boy into a handsome young man and I just wanted to learn more about the woman who I assume has had a hand in that.” 

“She’s actually the one who has shaped me into a better person, as a matter of fact. Kory has played a huge part in helping me mature since I left Gotham all those years ago. Spending those years at school, with her by my side… it really helps you know the true intentions of a person, despite others trying to drag it down.” He told her, pointedly.

Vicki paled slightly, clearly being caught out in what she had been trying to accomplish during her alone time with the redheaded beauty. Kory smothered a smirk and cuddled in closer to Dick, feeling the tension caused by the reporter beginning to seep away, just because of Dick’s presence alone.

“That’s… good to know.” Vicki stammered, awkwardly shifting on the spot.

“That’s something you can print, by the way, Vicki. As… I’m sure something from tonight will make it into an article of yours.” He continued, smiling as if he was blase to what she had been saying to his lady.

“Ha... I will… be sure to whip something up, Dick.” Vicki returned, her tone a little bitter than before.

“Vicki. Why am I not surprised to see you with my son and his beautiful girlfriend?” Bruce said, as he strolled up to the three of them,

Vicki smirked and turned her head towards him, “Well, hello Bruce. Fancy seeing you here.” 

“At my charity gala? Yes, what a small world.” He teased,

Vicki’s posture altered, becoming almost flirty and Kory found herself wanting to escape the awkwardness she suddenly felt from it,

“Oh Bruce… you are such a charmer. But, you already know that.” She purred,

Bruce chuckled and extended his arm to her, “What’s say we let these two enjoy their evening and we can catch up over a dance?”

“Well, I can never say no to you there, Bruce.” Vicki laughed, fluttering her eyelashes as she accepted Bruce’s arm and sauntered towards the main floor, with him in tow.

Bruce glanced over his shoulder and nodded to Dick and Kory, as if confirming he would keep Vicki away from them. Dick mouthed his thanks to his adopted father and sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck once the pair were out of sight.

“Are you okay?” Dick murmured, both hands going to her hips,

“I am now.” Kory replied, letting go of a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding,

“Yeah, it looked a little like you needed saving.” 

She smiled, “And who better to save me, then you?” 

“My thoughts exactly.” Dick chuckled, “Shall we dance to get your mind off of it?”

Kory nodded and laced her fingers with his, allowing him to direct her towards the dance floor, “That sounds… like a glorious idea.” 

The couple threaded through the gaps between the crowds of drunkards and socialites, ignoring the rambunctious gossip that ricocheted around the room as they moved.

Soon enough, they found themselves amongst many pairs and couples on the dancefloor, just in time as a slower tune dominated the speakers at the back of the ballroom.

Dick smiled softly at his girl, slipping his hands around her waist, his fingers brushing against the hot skin of her back, dipping beneath the thin strappy design, simply to get a touch. He pulled her close, so that his chest very nearly grazed hers. 

Kory’s arms slinked up his chest and loosely hung around his shoulder, gently toying with the tufts of ebony hair at the nape of his neck whilst he started to sway their bodies from side to side, slowly and with purpose.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her jaw before he reared back and tilted his head, “So… what was she saying to you?” 

Kory shrugged her shoulders, glancing off to the side, feeling effectively downtrodden which was disheartening considering her night was going otherwise very well, “Different things. It does not matter.”

“It matters if what she said hurt you.” He told her, his eyes fierce with protection,

She sighed and eyed his bowtie, refusing to look directly at him, “She was asking simple questions at first but… soon moved on to querying my intentions… implying that the only reason I was in a relationship with you was on account of your wealth from Bruce.” 

Dick snorted, “I’m not surprised. Bruce has had a few women on his arm in the past who get asked the same types of things by reporters. Vicki is one that tends to slip through the cracks, considering her and Bruce share some… history.” 

“Why would she ask those things?” 

“To bait you into an explosive reaction.”

Kory frowned, “Bait me?”

“It’s a bit of a tactic. Throw out some implied things and wait for the person to rise to it and explode, causing drama and thus, giving a reporter something to write about in their articles.” 

Nodding, Kory lowered her chin, “Oh.”

Dick inclined his head, rubbing his nose against hers, “Hey… you alright?” 

“Mhm.”

“Kory…” He whispered, bringing his face closer to hers, peppering small kisses against her cheek, “C’mon… talk to me.”

“It is just… difficult, hearing such assumptions made about you. That woman does not know anything about me and yet, she claimed things that were not even the slightest bit true.” 

“Which we know.” He countered, levelling his gaze with hers, “Star… I could care less what any reporter here or in Jump says about you… either of you.”

She gave him a ghost of a smile at that but it faded just as quickly as it had come, “There is just… always someone waiting to comment… it is frustrating sometimes.” 

He nodded and pulled her hips against his, pressing her along his body, “I know… but, at the end of the day… we know the truth about our relationship as Dick and Kory and as… our other selves. We don’t need to listen to what other people say. They don’t know anything about us, Star.” He stroked his thumb against her back, “Besides… the things they say are ridiculous anyway.”

She smirked, “Oh? You are not worried that I am secretly after your wealth?” 

Dick chuckled, “I mean, if that’s what you’re after… you’re doing a pretty good job at hiding it.”

Kory winked, feeling a little more reassured, “Ah, so my plan is working.”

He grinned at her and squeezed her hips, “I love you, Star… and don’t ever let anyone like Vicki make you think otherwise.” 

She tilted her head and smiled lovingly, reaching both hands up towards him, she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his. Dick kissed her back immediately, uncaring for how it looked to others around them or even if it seemed inappropriate. She was his and he was hers and they knew the ins and outs of their relationship, better than anyone in the entire universe.

His hands slipped to her backside, giving her a delicious squeeze which made her jolt in surprise, “Dick!” She whispered, blushing as she pulled her head back,

“What? I’m just making it clear who I want in this room.” He murmured before he leaned in and captured her lips once more, one hand trailing up her body to cup the base of her skull, tethering her to him.

Dick was pretty sure there were camera flashes going on around them, the reporters in the room thrashing around for their cameras to get a good shot but he didn’t care. The only flashes he saw were the ones that exploded in his head, whenever Kory kissed him like this.

He’d pull away soon or he’d get an earful from Bruce but… for right now, he decided to indulge in his affections, just a little bit. 

[professorsparklepants]

Listen, I don't know who Raven and Kaldur EVEN ARE but I am extremely invested in this AU of theirs that you mentioned, I THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS!

I started this on the bus today and you actually motivated me finish it, thanks anon.

Two disclaimers: every Teen Titans/Young Justice crossover I write has TT!Robin be Dick Grayson’s older brother Robert, nicknamed Robin. Also, I’ve never been in a restaurant kitchen for longer than .2 seconds.

Raven gripped her rescuer’s arm like a lifeline the whole minute and a half it took to walk to the kitchen, listening desperately to make sure Malchior hadn’t decided to follow them after all. The chef pushed the door open, sending about half the kitchen staff tumbling to the floor as he led Raven in before him. The door swung shut and she finally managed to breathe. One of the waitresses led her over to a little alcove full of serving trays as the staff grilled the chef that had helped her. As soon as her heart slowed to the same pace as her thoughts, she whipped her phone out of her purse and opened her friends’ group chat.

Raven: I just got rescued by the most handsome man in the world?

Cyborg: what did i do

Raven: Malchior showed up during my date

BB: OH SHIT

Raven: I guess he saw me in the window, because he pushed straight past the hostess and went straight to my table

Raven: I was in a booth so he just stood at the end of the seat so I couldn’t get out

Starfire: you should have let us kill him

Robin: ………………… star…………………………………

BB: she’s not wrong

Raven: David was in the bathroom and when he walked out he bolted before Mal even saw him

Cyborg: dump him

Raven: Thanks I was going to

Raven: I guess the hostess had gone to the kitchen when Mal showed up because one of the cooks came out

Starfire: is this the world’s most beautiful man?

Raven: Yes

Raven: He came up to my table and insinuated that he was my boyfriend and I was waiting for him to get off work, and offered to let me sit in the kitchen for the rest of his shift

Raven: Which is where I am right now.

Starfire: did you get his phone number?????????

BB: ABSOLUTELY get his phone number

Raven: I DON’T KNOW HIS NAME I’M NOT ASKING HIM FOR HIS NUMBER

Raven: Anyway, he has these super intricate serpent tattoos that go all the way down to his wrists

Robin: siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick

Raven: They are. 

Raven: When Mal wouldn’t let me out of the booth he pushed his sleeves up and asked if there was a problem

Raven: He went from harmless caring boyfriend to “I will fuck you up outside the bar” in 0.3 seconds just by shifting his weight

Raven: I saw all the blood rush out of Malchior’s face. It was incredible.

Robin: wait what restaurant is this

Raven: The Greek one in the town center

Robin: brb gotta check something

Raven looked up and caught The World’s Most Beautiful Man staring at her. They held eyes for a second, then both looked frantically away as her text notification went off and the pan he was holding burst into flames. 

BB: dude i think my cousin works there

Starfire: if raven doesn’t get his phone number PLEASE get it for her

BB: you got it boss

Raven: SHIT he looked at me

BB: ???????

BB: good look or bad look

The World’s Most Beautiful Man flipped over a cut of meat and looked over at her just in time to catch the tail end of her glance. Raven hunched further over her phone, pulling her skirt up onto the chair as a waitress passed by her with a plate of appetizers.

Raven: How am I supposed to tell if it’s a good look

Starfire: did you wear your lengha skirt with your cropped blouse

Raven: Yes? why

Starfire: then he’s looking you up

Raven: Translation please?

Cyborg: jfc rae he’s checking you out

Raven: HE IS NOT

She peeked through her hair and caught The World’s Most Beautiful Man staring at her legs.

Raven: Shit I think he is

Raven: I don’t actually know what to do in this situation

Robin: hey is the world’s most beautiful man black with a bleached undercut

Raven: Yes??? How do you know that

Robin: he’s friends with Dick

Starfire: is this the friend whose mother looks like Beyonce

Robin posted a picture in the chat of The World’s Most Beautiful Man wearing a tank top that showed off his tattoos, which spiraled up his arms like a caduceus and disappeared into his shoulders. 

BB: hol y shit you weren’t kidding

Starfire: he is so beautiful

Robin: no yeah that’s Kaldur, his entire family is ridiculously good looking

Cyborg: Raven, you’re my sister and I love you, but if you don’t get this boy’s dick I’m going to disown you

Raven: SHUT UP

Robin: you really should ask him out

Robin: he’s a good guy 

BB: already outpacing the rest of your dating history

Raven: Shut up garfield

BB: BUT AM I WRONG

“Hey.” 

Raven looked up to see the hostess, dressed in a faux tux jacket and a short skirt. 

“That guy finally left,” she said. Raven breathed a sigh of relief. “Do you need someone to walk you to your car?”

“My date drove me,” she said. The hostess winced. “I could call a friend, but they’ll take a bit to get here.”

“Take your time. We’re not going to rush you.” She grinned, first at Raven and then at someone behind her, before heading back to the front. Raven turned around to see Kaldur come over, sans apron, the shirt of his uniform slightly undone and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. 

“I don’t think I caught your name,” he said, leaning against the table.

“It’s Raven. You’re Kaldur, right?” She smirked a little as his eyebrows went up. “I’m a friend of Robin Grayson’s.”

“Ah. Kaldur’ahm Jackson,” he said with a nod. “My shift just ended. If you need a ride home, I’d be happy to give you one.”

“I’d like that,” she said, fighting back a smile. “Maybe we could grab dinner on the way.”

“Ah, now you have my attention,” he said with a grin. “I can get my car and meet you out front.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, and glanced back down at her phone as he left.

Robin: seriously, you have the worst taste

Cyborg: from now on raven’s not allowed to date anyone who can’t provide three character witnesses and survive Star’s shovel talk

Starfire: was I not already a rule?

Cyborg: yeah but now it’s official

Raven: Update: we’re getting dinner and then he’s driving me home

Starfire: :D

Robin: *eyebrow waggle*

Cyborg: niiiiiiiiiiice

BB: GET IT 

Raven: I hate this fucking family