You and Raven are long term enemies. You hate each other, but yet you always end up in the same practice court.

You are all geared up, a paint gun in your hand. You’re aiming the gun at someone, getting ready to shoot.. but- oh shit.

Someone comes up behind you, pushing you back and straddling you, taking their mask off. That’s when you realise it’s Raven. He held the gun against your forehead, his jaw clenched. “You’re lucky this isn’t a real gun, I would’ve shot you if not.” He spat.