I ship Raven with way too many people. Oh well.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

"I told you that you shouldn't have gone," Raven scolded Jericho as she hastily, though thoroughly, wrapped gauze around his middle, just below his ribs. "But what did you reply with? Oh; that's right, 'I'll be fine,'" She shook her head with narrowed eyes as she finished, then turned to get more antiseptic to clean off the gash on his shoulder. While she wasn't facing him, Jericho couldn't help but smile at her almost-but-not-quite caring attitude.

Raven turned back and gently grabbed his upper arm, before dabbing on some of the foul-smelling chemical to the wound. He winced when the stinging substance came in contact with his skin, though Raven seemed not to notice. "There." she mumbled as she taped on a thick bandage.

Jericho tapped her shoulder when she finished before going into a heated sign language rant; You told me not to go with you guys, but if I hadn't, you would be the one on this table! And don't tell me that the gash on your arm doesn't hurt - obviously it does, so let me wrap it up before it gets infected or something! That monster-guy-thing had to have had some kind of parasite or weird germ thing; you're not the only one who can fix cuts, you know, and-

He was cut off by lips pressing onto his. Raven pulled back after only a moment and quirked a small smile.

"Okay; I get it. So wrap up my arm before it 'gets infected or something'."

Jericho smiled dreamily and hopped off the table to give her a seat.

"...And thanks for saving me."

Anytime, he signed.

Cyborg, who happened to be silently watching from the doorway with Beast Boy, said smugly, "I totally ship it."

"...What?"

"Nothing."