The Grinning Psychopath: hey there people, i'm disgruntled, annoyed, i have bad leg joints and tendons, and i have been clinically diagnosed as a sociopath... so don't fuck with me right now, i'm in a bad mood, do it on friday night i'm gonna stoned out of my head on angel dust right about 10 PM. now read, review, go the fuck away, i'm in a cuntlicking mood right now and when i'm in a cuntlicking mood and i don't get a cunt to suck on or to lick and don't even get any fucking tits to suck on and rub against my clit my scottish comes out in every way imaginable, i will curse you out to within an inch of your life and consult books if necessary to keep on cussing you out and i won't be coherant about it one single bit if i can help it.. now read, my scars are starting to itch.

Goth Albino Angel: Hey guys, updated a bit faster. I can't stop thinking about Katy Perry's song Last Friday Night, especially since it is now saturday. But yeah, here's the chapter.

Raven's POV

I slowly finished spreading the antibiotic on Jason's arm and wrapped it in bandages. While I was doing this, Jason grit his teeth against the pain and tried to stay quiet. As I moved to his other arm, I tried to ignore the smell of his blood, still flowing fresh.

"So," I began. "Since I have to hide you, where are you going to sleep?"

"In here, of course," Jason said in a bored tone.

"Where?" I said in a similar tone. I was trying to steer him away from the idea of using my bed because if one of his wounds opens while I'm sleep, I might go sleep-eating.

"Well, there's only one bed, so…"

I glanced up at Jason and saw him smirking at me. "Nuh uh, Hell no." I shook my head as I tightened a bandage along a particularly nasty and appetizing, cut.

"Well, where else is there Raven?" He asked with a smirk in his voice. "The floor will make my bandages reopen and there's no where else in the room I can lay."

I growled under my breath as I reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but don't come close to me."

"You got it, Rae." He was smirking even wider, I could feel it.

At last, I was finished plastering his wounds and we each got ready for bed. I phased into my sleeping gown and crawled into one side of the bed as Jason took off his shirt and climbed into the other. I began thinking over my predicament and started dozing when a soft, tangy, delectable smell hit my nose. I sniffed silently for a moment before my eyes widened. Jason's bandages must have come a bit loose because I could smell the blood through them. I slowly shifted so as not to alert Jason and stared along his body. I traced the contours of his body with my eyes.

The only thing he was wearing were his black jeans, leaving his muscular chest and back bare. I watched the muscles ripple subtly as Jason moved restlessly, trying to get comfortable with the bandages. I noticed that he had sweat dripping along him and saw how the moon glinted off of the shining abs. I licked my lip and rolled back over. I tried not to let that image into my head as I tried to fall asleep. But, against my better judgment, I turned back over to look again. I was thankful Jason's eyes were closed because if he saw me staring he'd never stop smirking. I was practically drooling over the taut body and Reagan chuckled. Think of all the fresh blood still in the body, Raven. Behind those nice hard muscular limbs is a fountain of delicious red-hot bubbling-. I shook my head to get rid of her and turned back over, finally succeeding in going to sleep.

Later that night, a sour smell penetrated my dreams and I slowly opened my eyes. Sniffing the air, I deduced that it must have been a fire of some sort. Trying again, I realized that it was cigarette smoke. Slowly sitting up, I glanced around to find where the smell is coming from and spied Jason standing by and leaning against the window, muttering under his breath in a mocking tone.. i think he was miming a woman's voice.

I only catch a few of the phrases being said, "Are you still planning on killing Batman?" I quirked an eyebrow at this. "He killed my father." This time my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jason snorted and blew smoke from his nostrils, "Make me proud." he mocked yet again, he rubbed at his forehead and sighed letting loose with another long stream of smoke, "make me proud." he murmured yet again in a softer.. hurt sounding whisper." I can't be entirely sure, but I think one or both of his old mentors told them to him.

I watched him for a while longer and- wait, what was that? I saw something glinting in the moonlight on Jason's cheek and I peered closer. It couldn't be, but was Jason… crying? Jason put out the cigarette and I laid back down and waited for him to come back to bed. When he laid down with his back to me, I felt a strong urge to comfort him. So, I acted on impulse and snuggle closer to him, putting an arm around his shoulders gently. I felt Jason stiffen and was about to pull my hand away when he began rubbing it gently and we fell asleep like that and all the while Reaven never shut up about blood..

In the morning, the smell of tea brought me out of my dreams and I opened my eyes to find a steaming cup right next to me on my bedside table. I sit up and see a tray sporting a small breakfast sitting next to it. What the hell? I thought. How did this get here?

"Do you like it, Raven?" I turned to see Jason eating his own breakfast.

"How did you-?"

"I went down to the common room and made it for you."

I stared at him for a moment. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Have you gone insane? Don't answer that. Seriously, you could have been caught by cyborg or beast boy or, even worse, Robin."

Jason shrugged and shot me a quality cocky smile. "I've done worse stuff, like jumping off buildings, bombing train tracks and stuff like that. It's no big deal."

I growled under my breath and began chewing on a piece of bacon. "Such a fucking idiot," I sighed, shaking my head. From Jason's smile, I knew that he had heard, but he merely continued eating his breakfast, while I muttered other things under my breath about his sanity.

While I mulled over how he had gotten down there and back without getting caught when I heard a slight tear in skin. My keen ears had picked it up quickly and I turned to see that one of Jason's larger wounds on his stomach had come open again. I sighed and set down my tray to help him. But as I'm calling my magic to me, I get a large whiff of his blood and… I snap.

Yes! Reaven hissed as she comes out. I felt my other set of eyes open and knew that all four were glowing red as I felt my fangs lengthen. I sniffed the air and couldn't get enough of the blood. I moved forward, pushing Jason down and straddling his hips, glaring coldly into his eyes. I don't see fear or shock in them; just the same cocky smile that was reflected on his face. I really wanted his blood then and moved lower until I was right above the wound. I vaguely noticed that it was rather close to the front of his jeans, but I rejected that idea as the blood's scent came even stronger now.

Just as my tongue was about to flick out and taste the creamy, rich substance, there was a knock at the door and I immediately snapped back to reality. My second eyes closed and my teeth receded as I climbed off Jason so he could hide and went to answer the door.

"Hello, Raven." Starfire said, her smile not quite as bright as usual, but that was trivia to me.

"What do you want, Starfire?" I growled. Stupid redheaded bitch! Reaven snarled. I was so close.

"We must go down to the common room for a meeting." Starfire said.

"No," I replied.

Her expression hardened and she grabbed me by the collar of my cloak and dragged me out of the room. I snarled at her to let me go, but she merely lifted into the air and flew us there faster. Pushing me down on the couch, Starfire told me to stay.

I was in shock for a second. Who was she to tell me what to do? I was about to snap at the stupid alien, when the rest of the team came in too.

"Ok," Robin, a.k.a Timothy Drake, began. "We've all been working hard over the past eight weeks and I think we all deserve some time off. Anyone agree." The other three agreed with him and I was slightly confused as to why.

Richard Grayson would never have let us go on vacation. "Evil never sleeps." He had told me, time and time again, even on that disastrous trip to Tokyo, he had told it to us. Now look at his third counterpart.

Times sure do change. I thought. Better say something now though, before I'm dragged off on vacation. "Robin, who's gonna watch the city for us?" I asked him.

"I called in Artemis and Black Canary to watch over the city for us while we went on a six week vacation."

As if on cue, the two superheroines walk in. "We'll take good care of the city, while you guys head off on vacation." Artemis said.

"Yeah, you guys have worked pretty hard almost nonstop. You need a break from the crime-fighting so that you can relax." Black Canary nodded

I shook my head. I had to protect Jason. if that overgrown sociopath wasn't busy in my room upstairs recovering from the wounds Deathstroke had dealt him... i still wouldn't go, i wasn't the kind of person to go on a vacation, least not the type my friends enjoyed.. "I'm not going." I said dully.

"But Raven," Artemis began. "You've been working as hard as the rest of the team. You should have some time to relax as well. Maybe go for a swim. Get a tan so that you don't look like death? Perhaps meet a guy and bring him home with you?"

Black Canary wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at this, but I held firm. "No, I'm staying. I don't want to leave. I don't like bright sunny places and that is bound to be the kind of place we'd end up because Beast Boy said our next vacation had to be Hawaii and I'm not going there... not for all the tea in the world"

With that I pulled a book out of a portal and began reading. The rest of the team sighed and went to their rooms to pack. Half an hour later, the team was in the T-Ship and was getting ready to go.

"Have fun!" Black Canary called.

"We'll take care of the city, don't worry." Artemis added, waving to the teens as they flew off.

Once the T-ship was out of sight, Artemis and Black Canary turned to me. "We're going to be staying in a hotel in the city so that you have privacy and we're not invading you guys' territory." Black Canary said.

I nodded and went back inside. I lean against the door and give a sigh of relief. "Thank God they're gone." I whispered. "At least now, there's no worry of Jason being discovered and sent to jail."

"Well, I didn't know you cared so much." I jumped out of my skin when Jason came out of nowhere near the door. "Though, I'm eager to see how this plays out." He took a step closer to me. "You… and me… alone in a huge tower… for six weeks. This should be interesting, espescially considering what nearly happened up stairs." He grinned at me You mean considering like how i nearly killed you? I sighed in irritation.

"You know," Jason said loftily. "it's not good to do that. It takes three days out of your life."

I began to sigh caught myself and instead growled in agitation and think, This is going to be a long six weeks.

Just then I could hear Reaven. Yeah, six long… hot… deliciously sexy weeks. and i almost sighed.

My wounds cry for the grave, my soul cries for delvierance. will i be denied! Christ! TOURNIQUET! by suicide... Evanescence, my Tourniquet.

This chapter was mostly written by my partner Goth Albino Angel, big thanks to her everyone. so if you would... Please... REVIEW! i'm getting annoyed here and so is she. anyways so six weeks huh?... that'll be interesting certainly. heh and very dangerous, we've already seen Reaven come out once already... if Raven isn't careful her demonic self could well end up killing Jason, and how would that look hmm? heh not very good that's for certain.