A nightwing/rae cuz I want one of each so yeah. I think all my fics will be monthly now just to update them all consistently. I'll update whatever is next on my list in the order that needs to be updated.

Also, I refuse to call him Rick or Rich etc. It's Dick or Richard.

This one will be a dark, romantic, smutty fic. Why not?

Chapter 1

"No one else has been able to heal him," he told her.

Raven sighed. She didn't particularly want to do this.

It had been four years.

Four whole years since they had split up. Four whole years since they had last spoken. Four years since that unfortunate fight that ended their team and now she had to see him again.

But as Bruce had said. He needed a familiar face with a healing touch. However, even she doubted if she could heal him.

Amnesia due to a gunshot to the head was a tough fix for anyone.

"Why not wait until his memories return naturally?" she asked the man in front of her. "Personality changes are unavoidable in a trauma like this but I feel that messing with his mind may not be the best for him."

"His memories may never return," Bruce replied. "I know that, but he is having nightmares. Raven I don't need you to reverse the full damage, if you can that would be great, but I just want him to be healed to where he isn't waking up at night screaming. He refuses to go to therapy, he refuses to let Jon or Zatanna help him but he needs help."

"What if he refuses me as well?" she said. "I may have been familiar to him before but I no longer am."

"It's worth a shot?" he replied.

She nodded.

"You said he may be stubborn, more so than usual, and harder to handle as a person," she told him. "But that he is also darker and crueler? Stubborn I can see but cruel? That doesn't sound like Dick at all."

"He is so different," Bruce said with a sigh. "And it's my fault."

"It comes with the job description," she replied. "Let me get my things in order and I will make my way to Gotham."

Bruce nodded and the two parted ways.

Back in the small apartment she lived in, Raven spelled all her possessions into her bag. She was unsure how long she would be away but she had already told her boss that she was leaving for an indefinite amount of time. Bruce had also helped her come up with an excuse and who said no to Bruce Wayne?

Four years.

Four years since she had been Raven. Four years ago her team split up after a group fight. Gar had left in such anger. Vic went to the League, Kori and Dick went their separate ways and she decided to enroll into a university. She just graduated a few months ago, a degree in history and art, she had become a museum curator in Metropolis but now she had to return to THAT world.

Well, at least it was Dick instead of Gar. She couldn't face him at all.

Still, as Bruce had said, it wasn't really the Dick she knew. Richard Grayson was a changed person and she wondered how she would handle the new personality she would be so unused to.

Well, she hoped.

...

Three days later

Richard, as much as he argued with Bruce, was still living in the Manor. He didn't like it, not at all but Bruce refused to allow him any sort of stipend and he was out of a job at the station since they didn't really know about the bullet to the head. They wanted Dick Grayson, the Dick Grayson they knew and loved.

However, he wasn't that person anymore. At no fault of his own of course but he liked to let Bruce and Tim and Alfred and the rest of the annoying family of brooding bats know that he wasn't the same. He did not remember them. Nothing was familiar with them. Sure he was getting to know them now but they felt if they treated him like the old person he was it would stir something in him. It hadn't and he didn't think it ever would.

What's worse was that they couldn't even do that right. Instead they acted like he was a ghost inhabiting someone else body.

But this was his body, he was just different. He wasn't a leader anymore, he didn't want to be. He wasn't anyone's big brother, he did not want to be. He wasn't Nightwing or Robin or Batman HE DID NOT WANT TO BE. He wished they would let it go.

Let that person go. He was Richard. Not Dick. Not Nightwing.

The only thing he did still like doing was fighting and training. Stopping those bastards on the streets. Going on missions. That was still fun and honestly, all he needed was a black mask and a hood. No one needed to know his name.

He would be the vigilante he wanted to be. Not who they wanted him to be.

Richard walked into the manor and stripped off his heavy, sweaty, hoodie. He was just about ready for a bath and to avoid any of the bat brats then get some rest. But first a snack and some TV.

But she was in his way.

Who was she?

She was in the living room where he liked to watch TV. Of all the damn rooms too. She must have been someone hired by Bruce to 'help' him. He guessed that because she was cross-legged floating in mid-air. Meditating maybe?

He didn't think she had felt him come in since she literally did not move. She hardly looked like she was breathing. He decided to walk over to her. Still nothing so he decided to look.

She was small, very small. Maybe 21 or 22. She didn't seem completely human either. First of all, she was grey-skinned and she had purple hair. She also had a Ruby on her head.

She suddenly opened her eyes and then he knew she was different. Her eyes were just not human at all. Purple but an unearthly purple.

Definitely sent by Bruce.

Sigh.

...

She was a little shocked that she hadn't sensed him until he was right in front of her.

Shocking because they had a bond. She usually felt how he was, even when they had all separated she had known he safe. Then six months ago the bond had disappeared.

It had been a strange and sudden feeling of emptiness. She got the message a few days later that he was alive but she stayed away anyway. She didn't want to face any of them.

Now she was here in front of him and his first he had spoken to her in 4 years were: "Leave."

Raven was a bit surprised at the animosity behind his demand but she steeled her own anger away.

She was told he would be difficult. She would just have to be even more stubborn.

"Leave," he said once more as he pushed past her. Literally pushing past her and plopped on the sofa. "It's my TV time and I don't want to have to deal with whatever Bruce sends today."

Raven raised an eyebrow. The nerve.

She decided to float right to him and block his view. She was not really in the mood to be ignored since she had traveled all the way to Gotham.

"Richard," she said. "I've been told you no longer remember anyone. My name is Raven, we were part of a Team called the Titans a few years back."

He raised the eyebrow above his left eye. His pretty blue eyes that used to be filled with hope. They were no longer full of hope, they were darker now.

Different.

"And," he said.

Raven glared.

"I've been assigned to help you," she said bluntly. "So that is what I am here to do."

He rolled his eyes and stood up, pushing past her once more. His strong shoulder hitting her less strong one (hey she hadn't trained in years, can't blame her). She grimaced in pain but let it go.

She turned to follow him and grabbed his shoulder with her hand.

"Dick," she began.

She was going to tell him she understood his fear and she got that he wanted some freedom and space but she did not get to tell him anything. Instead, she was grimacing in more pain as he grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed, anger in his eyes.

"I am not Dick," he replied. "And unless you want me to break your tiny little wrist, I suggest you leave me the hell alone."

He pushed her back with such force that she hit the sofa and landed on her rear end. At least she landed on a cushion.

Richard left the room in a huff after that.

Who the hell was this person? He certainly wasn't the Nightwing she had come to care so much for. He was something completely different.

She sighed. This would be some work.

...

Moments later Raven was sat with Bruce in the dining room of Wayne Manor. He wanted a quick debrief of how her first interaction with Richard had gone.

"He's going to be very difficult," she told him. "I couldn't even feel the bond we used to share. But he is Richard. His souls the same. It's just...broken and it will take a lot to fix his soul but his memory may be gone forever."

Bruce nodded.

"What does he need to do?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, but I have some ideas, I just have to get him to agree," she started.

"Good luck with that, "a voice said behind them.

She turned around to see Damian, Bruce's 10-year-old son. Another headache.

Bruce nodded and left the room leaving her alone with the ornery child.

"You won't be able to fix him," Damian said as he grabbed one of the cookies on the counter. "He doesn't want to be fixed."

Young Damian had been there when Dick was shot. It had traumatized the young boy but he refused to acknowledge that. Raven thought perhaps she could help him too.

"Perhaps, "Raven said standing up and getting ready to leave. "But as your father said, it wouldn't hurt to try. Good Night Damian."

"Good night which," he replied.

Raven rolled her eyes and went to her room for some sleep.

...

It was dark and empty but it was loud.

The pang of the gun show, it buzzing through the air and the crack of his skull. It was all he knew. All he remembered.

Failure, the voices told him. Failure. You let them die.

Let who die?

He doesn't want you.

You killed him.

You should be dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Die.

...

Raven woke up in panic but she didn't know why. Suddenly the fear hit her, it was Richard, and he was having a nightmare.

Quickly she phased into his room to see him thrashing about and groaning in pain. She quickly went to him and grabbed his head to swallow his fears.

He stopped thrashing moments later and Raven could feel him calming down.

Of all the times to be able to sense him and it had to be a nightmare. She sighed but continued to swallow the emotions.

That is until she was suddenly grabbed and flipped on to her back, her body pushed into the mattress.

"Do any of you understand the concept of consent to messing with my mind? "He said as he pushed her arms above her head and forced his knee into her thigh.

That would bruise.

"You were having a nightmare," she replied trying to push him off.

He glared and squeezed her wrists.

"And? "He replied. "That doesn't give you permission to enter my room and mess with my head."

Raven nodded then looked into his eyes. He was right. He hadn't given her permission. In the past, Dick would have gotten upset but he never would have forced her down and in a death grip. She had to remember that this wasn't Dick.

"Now I suggest you get out, "he said leaning in uncomfortably close, his nose brushing her neck, his next words a whisper. "Unless you want to stay for other, more enjoyable reasons."

Raven rolled her eyes and used her powers to push him off. She got up and walked to the door.

"Don't come in here again unless it's for sex or an emergency, preferably sex," he said as she left.

Outside the door, Raven shivered.

The Dick she knew would never have treated her with so much disrespect.

What happened to him?

Where was he?

...

End

I'm really loving the Titans and edgy Dick (that sound weird). Thought I would hate him but he's kind of awesome. Raven is such a different take on her but it's a good take I think. It gives her a more human personality that Raven never gets to have. Stars just a total badass. Gar is my sweet cinnamon roll I love him.