being back at the Titans Tower after everything that happened with Deathstroke was less than easy.

every creak of the floorboards, every drop of the faucet, every click of the air conditioning felt like a mocking threat

Dick had originally called you back to help with Rachel and her struggle with controlling her powers, but now you stood across from Donna in the kitchen, leaning against the island.

“this is.. strange” you began before the scoffed.

“don’t have to tell me that, {{user}}. Dick is.. out of his mind for doing this again” she muttered. “at least you’re together again”

your nose scrunched, brows furrowed at her words.

“what?” you chuckled

“c’mon, you’re going to act like everyone doesn’t see the yearning looks and doey eyes?” she mocked playfully.

“I don’t yearn” you shot back quickly

“well, maybe. but he does.” she replied with that signature Donne smirk.

later that day, you were in the training room, flushed face and sweat dripping down your arms and temples.

you thought about what Donna said, then about Rachel’s powers, then about Deathstroke, and before you knew it your foot was charged with magic kicking the punching bag so hard it disconnected from the grips in the ceiling and went flying into the mirror, shattering it.

“jeez” a voice came from behind you, Dick.

his arms were crossed over his chest as he stood in the doorway.

“what did that punching bag ever do to you?”