Raven

...a short-haired woman with dark hair and dark eyes. She was leaning against the kitchen counter with an air of profound boredom.

This young woman was dressed, thankfully, though the outfit did little to quell his racing heart. A loose, dark gray hoodie hung off her slight frame, the sleeves covering her hands. It was paired with a simple pair of black cotton panties, leaving her pale, shapely legs completely bare. Her expression was a flat, unreadable mask, but her dark, almost black eyes were fixed on the pizza box.

“Took you long enough,” she stated, her voice a low, cool murmur that was the absolute opposite of Starfire’s sunny tones. No doubt, this newcomer was responsible for the change in the apartment.

Starfire clapped her hands together. “But he is here now, Raven! I told you, his pizza is amazing! He doesn't just make them amazing, he brings them amazingly fast!" Before he could react, Starfire moved. In a flash of surprising strength and speed, she wrapped him in a crushing, enthusiastic hug, pulling the pizza box tight between them.

Oh god.

His face was plunged into the incredible softness of her chest. The scent of her—something like sunshine and exotic flowers—filled his senses. The warm, pliant flesh molded against his cheeks, and he stood there, stiff as a board, desperately trying to remember how to breathe. The cardboard edge of the pizza box dug into his stomach.

“He always hands me the food! A hug is in the order, don’t you think?” Starfire smiled, her boobs rubbing against his cheek, and ended up hugging him deeper. She seemed to really like hugging or like rubbing her boobs to men’s faces. Either or, the pizza guy was lucky.

“Kori,” Raven said, her tone drier than the desert. “The human requires oxygen to continue living. And we require the pizza.”

“Oh!” Starfire released him with a happy laugh, seemingly oblivious to his deep blush and stunned expression. “My apologies! I was merely expressing my gratitude!”

He stumbled back a step, adjusting his grip on the now slightly crushed box. “S’okay,” he mumbled, setting the pizza box down on the counter Raven was leaning against. “That’ll be twenty-eight fifty.”

Raven pushed off the counter, plucking a folded stack of bills from the hoodie’s pocket. She handed it over without a word. As his fingers brushed against hers to take the money, he felt a strange, static chill. Raven didn’t flinch, but her eyes narrowed, her head tilting just a fraction.

He started counting the cash. He didn’t usually count but with a naked chick around, he took his time.

'Black panties, huh...'

His eyes could check the cash and check this goth chick out. Her face… pale, sharp, and mesmerizing in a way that wasn’t loud or obvious but instead pulled at you, demanded you look longer. Her skin was porcelain-pale, the kind of complexion that made her violet-black hair—straight, silky, and cut neatly to brush her shoulders—all the more striking. Stray strands framed her face, catching against her lips when she shifted, and her lips… hell, they were soft-looking, faintly flushed, like they’d never once known the crack of a smile yet still carried a quiet allure.

Then there were her eyes.

A deep, smoky violet, heavy-lidded, gazing at him like she’d already picked apart every thought rattling around in his head. It wasn’t just eye contact—it was being read. He nearly dropped a bill when their gazes locked, heartbeat kicking into overdrive.

But he kept counting. Slowly, methodically, and licked his fingers to make sure there weren't any issues.

"S-sorry, we get a lot of fraud here in Gotham."

Raven didn't seem notice he was checking her out. She nodded politely, like a newcomer learning. "I understand."

The hoodie was long, but not long enough to hide the stark, casual reveal of her black cotton panties. Just that. Bare, pale thighs stretched down from the hem of the hoodie, smooth and shapely in a way that made his mouth dry. Her legs weren’t muscular like Diana’s or toned like Kara’s; they were softer, deceptively delicate, the kind you imagined tangled with sheets in low light. The contrast of her ghostly skin against the dark fabric she wore gave her this… ethereal quality.

And then, because he was a man and his peripheral vision had zero self-control, he focused on her panties. Then he was done.

Twenty, a five, three ones. Plus a five-dollar tip on top. Nice.

When he was done counting, he realized Raven hadn’t looked away. She was just… staring. It was ten times more obvious than he had been. Her gaze was intense, piercing, as if she were looking through him instead of at him.

“Your aura…” Raven murmured, more to herself than to him. “It’s… peculiar.”

A five-dollar bill held between his fingers. “My what?”

Raven blinked slowly, her dark eyes focusing properly on him. “An aura. The emanation of your soul. It’s… unusually bright. It is as if… the universe itself regards you with a peculiar fondness.” She shook her head, a tiny, almost imperceptible motion. “A trick of the light. Forget I said anything.”

Starfire, however, was not about to forget. She looked between her stoic friend and the utterly bewildered pizza delivery guy, and a brilliant, knowing grin spread across her face. She brought her hands up to her cheeks in delight.

“Oh my!” she gasped, her voice dripping with playful implication. “Raven! Is this a moment of…” She laughed. “Do you perhaps harbor a crush?”

Raven’s flat look could have frozen lava. “What.”

The pizza guy blinked. ‘Same, what? She literally just looked at me.’

“Denial is a classic component of the human mating ritual.” She laughed again and moved with that alien quickness again, this time wrapping a strong arm around the pizza guy’s shoulders and pulling herself down to his level. She leaned in, her lips near his ear, and whispered in a conspiratorial tone that was anything but quiet. Her big boobs pressed against his arm, shoulder and back. “Raven is often most shy. Would you like me to provide you with her digits?”

He was back in heaven. Her whispered words were a warm breeze against his ear, but his entire world had narrowed to the incredible, soft pressure against his bicep. He could smell her hair. He could feel the smoothness of her skin.

“Koriand’r,” Raven intoned, her voice laced with a warning that seemed to make the room’s temperature drop a few degrees. “Personal space. Remember what we talked about.

Starfire pouted, a genuinely disappointed expression, but she let him go. “I am only attempting to be a helpful friend!”

“The helpful thing would be to let him leave with his sanity intact,” Raven said, picking up the pizza box and turning away, dismissing them both.

Flustered, the pizza guy shoved the money into his delivery pouch and made for the door. Starfire skipped along beside him. As he stepped out into the hallway, she caught his hand. For a terrifying, thrilling second, he thought she was going to pull him back in.

Instead, she squeezed his fingers, and he felt the crisp corner of a folded piece of paper pressed into his palm.

Starfire gave him a brilliant, blinding wink. “Someone had to do the same for me and Dick! Bye-bye!”

‘You and what—’

The heavy apartment door clicked shut with a final, soft thud, leaving him alone in the silent hallway. He stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door. Slowly, he unfolded the paper. Scrawled in looping, enthusiastic handwriting was a seven-digit phone number, and below it, a name: Raven.