You were an easy target being easily startled, meaning you were never safe inside the Tower’s walls. It could be when you least expected it…or the most. Elaborate or typical. Jumping out from around the corner or a ridiculous ruse. Just last week they’d hooked up a giant rubber lizard to your door, smacking you in the face the moment you stepped out of your room.

This week was much worse, you’d heard shouting on the floor above and took to the stairs to figure it out. That is, you tried to make it to the stairs before a body came rolling down the steps. You screamed in fear as the green-haired dummy reached the bottom. “Garfield Logan!” You shouted after finally catching your breath. The laughing from the upper floor was infuriating, but Dick, Gar, and Rachel slowly revealed themselves after their prank. “You three are despicable. That was not funny.”

“It was a little funny.” Dick chuckled as he got closer, trying to hug you, comfort you while your heart was still racing, but you pushed him away and shook your head. “Come on! We’re sorry, it’s just too easy!”

“I told you it was too far.” Rachel crossed her arms with a shrug. “Better find a way to make this up to y/n.”

You stormed out of the meeting without a word, the Titans all watching your quick exit and wondering what had happened, making quick conclusions. “I think they’re having a panic attack.” Dick said as Rachel stood from her seat. “You mind?”

“Already on it.” She followed your tracks, finding you next to your bedroom door, not quite inside. “Hey, can you tell me what happened in there?” Rachel held her hands out, palms facing out and let you slap your hands down, up, and down while you tried to ground yourself. You were still breathing quite uneven, tears streaming down your face, and you couldn’t quite explain yet. “Take your time, I can stay as long as you need.”

“I just—I’m not loving the topic of that meeting.” You managed to get out, still practically playing patty-cake.

“I know. It’s vulgar, it’s disturbing, and it really sucks. I’m sorry.” She said as you started to slow down, then pulled you in for a tight hug, rocking you back and forth. “Just let me know when you’re ready to go back, or maybe we can just sit this one out.”

Seeing Rachel have a nightmare from your own two eyes was scary enough, you could only imagine what was going on inside her head. Carefully, you woke her up without disturbing the dream cloud, shocking her at your touch and causing her to gasp for air while the cloud dissipated. “Rach, it’s me, it’s just me.” You wrapped your arms around her and kissed the top of her head, hushing her.

“You shouldn’t be in here, y/n. It’s too dangerous.” Rachel argued immediately, head pounding at the overwhelming subconscious spectacle.

“I’m fine, not a scratch.” You assured her, rocking her back and forth in an attempt to calm her down. “Can you tell me what happened? You can’t keep it a secret forever.” Rachel started taking more steady breaths and reached for your clasped hands.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Are you sure you’re not hot in that?” You joked with Rachel while tugging on the sleeve of her black jacket and watched her roll her eyes. “I’m kidding, jeez!” You both giggled as you slid your hand down her arm and entwined your fingers in hers.

“So, the parade just marches and we just watch?” Rachel asked as people around you danced, sang, and cheered.

“Seems that way, but I don’t think that’s all we can do.” You pulled her into the crowd and watched a duo dancing in the center. “They look like they’re having fun.”

“I’m not doing that.” She told you directly as you took her opposing hand in yours and pulled her closer.

“Then just dance for me.”

Headcanons for spending Halloween with Gar and Rachel

Garfield Logan/Rachel Roth x reader

warnings:

a/n: i hope it was okay to add rachel shhsgwg i think trios are neat and ive had a pattern of 2 characters oopsies

prompt: @cullens-stuff: “Hey, can you do a HC of spending Halloween with Gar Logan from Titans? That would be really cool!!! Thank you!”

Necromancy

Rachel Roth x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “May i request a platonic Rachel Roth x reader imagine? The reader is a necromancer who also comes from an evil family and they both bond over how they are trying to be good despite their backgrounds and “evil” powers? Thanks a million!!”

Maybe it was fate that you had met her.

Maybe.

She was standing on the other side of the empty street, frozen. You were the only witness to her power. Were you scared? Were you a threat? Were you going to run to the first cop you saw? She began to slowly approach you to investigate.

“It’s okay.” Rachel called over. Her voice echoed across the dark street. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“You couldn’t if you tried.” You snarked. She paused, visibly confused. “Don’t worry, I’m not here for you. You just happen to be in my path.” You began to walk towards her. “You must be Rachel. I’ve heard of you.” You stuck your hand out limply and waited for her to shake it, which she did hesitantly.

“Where’d you hear about me?” She scrunched her eyebrows.

“Through the grape vine.” You smiled. “I’ve got to say, you’re nothing like the big guy.” You looked her up and down. “You don’t seem a bit bad. I mean, besides what I just saw. But I can tell that wasn’t the real you.”

“I’m confused.” Rachel stared at you. “How do you know my father?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I need to back up some.” You took a deep breath. “I’m y/n. I come from a family of necromancers. But I’m no longer associated with them since they’re all unnaturally cruel.” You confessed to her. She was stunned. “I heard you banished Trigon back to where he belongs. Good for you.” You gave her a warm smile.

“Wow,” Rachel chuckled, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s shared any actual informed knowledge about things like this.” She admitted. “I feel as if...I could trust you already.”

“I get that a lot.” You began walking away. “Are you coming or not?”

“Coming where?” Rachel asked as she tried to catch up.

“We’re going back to my place, Miss Rachel. I can tell you’re a far way from home. I’d be glad to let you crash on my couch.” You offered. “Oh, maybe we could indulge in our shared experiences. Good and bad.”

“You want me to tell you my life story?” She asked skeptically, cocking an eyebrow.

“Only if you think you want to. But I’d love to share my story with someone who could understand it. It’s not every day I come across another magic user.” You whispered a spell that helped you to hold a ball of fire. Rachel’s jaw dropped, as she could finally believe your full story.

“I feel like this could be a pretty cool night.”

Angel and Demon

Rachel Roth x angel!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Raven x reader!angel “ I’ll ask but once more. do you trust me?” (platonic)”

Of course you knew who Trigon was, all too well. What came as a surprise was learning that he had a child. Half-human, half-demon, but 100% innocent. You had to find her before the others. Your fellow angel’s sought to end her life in order to protect the universe, but she was just a little girl! How could they even think about doing something so sinful?

You’ve had enough, you weren’t going to be apart of this act. You decided to go against your fellow angels and track this young girl yourself. Rachel Roth. Her legal address was in a place called “Traverse City.” That’s a start.

Traverse City was a dead end, but being near her home gave you a good way of tracking her.

—————

Your quest lasted months, but you were ahead of your fellow angel, which was all that mattered. A highly secure building in San Francisco was your final destination. You appreciates the building with caution, making sure there weren’t any other angels on your trail or obstacles around the corner.

The door was locked, no surprise there. You knocked and looked up at the camera above the door.

“Hello?” A male voice rang through a speaker.

“Hi, I’m a friend of Dick Grayson’s. Are you Gar?” You asked innocently.

“Uh...yeah. I didn’t know we were expecting someone?” He awkwardly chuckled.

“Well, it’s kind of a surprise.” You lied. In a way. “I’ve missed him since the last time he was in Gotham.” You heard a buzz on the door.

“Come on in!” You grabbed the handle of the door and quickly made your way inside and to the elavator. That was a little too easy. You were on guard, prepared for anything. When you entered the living room, you saw her sitting on the couch.

“Rachel?” You whispered. She heard and turned to you.

“Do I know you?” She stood up and approached. You could sense her fear, she knew something was off.

“You don’t...but I have come here for you.” You smiled, which freaked her out enough to put her in a fighting stance.

“If you’re here to kill me, you should probably just leave now while you still have a life.” Rachel warned, causing you to chuckle.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I’m actually here to protect you.” You watched as her face softened. “Can we sit?” You walked to a chair and she went back to her seat on the couch.

“What are you protecting me from? Myself? People have tried. It doesn’t work.” She sighed and leaned forward.

“I’m protecting you from the angels.” You told her, which startled her a bit. Her eyes went wide before she scoffed.

“Yeah, right.” She shook her head, then watched you as you stood up and removed your jacket. Your wings stretched out and Rachel’s mouth gaped open.

“Believe me now?” You sat back down, wings still out. “They needed a little breather.”

“If the angels are trying to hurt me, then why are you here?” She got defensive.

“They want you dead. You’re half-demon and a threat to the universe, according to them. I think that the right people took you in and you’re not evil. And I don’t think it’s fair of them to try and murder a child whose done nothing wrong.” You explained. “Do you trust me?”

“Wait, so you’re a rogue angel protecting a demon? Won’t you get in trouble for that?” She asked.

“It’s for a good cause. I’ll ask you one more time, do you trust me?”

Normal

Rachel Roth x reader

warnings: it platonic shes baby

a/n: send some more titans requests!!

prompt: anonymous: “Can you write something for Rachel Roth x reader with “ People are gonna tell you who you are your whole life. you just gotta punch back and say, ‘no, this is who i am.’ ””

Rachel was laying in the back seat of your car, awfully silent. You had just picked her up from a random location in Florida. She wouldn’t tell you why she was there, only that she needed you to get her.

“You doing okay?” You asked her. She wouldn’t answer. “Rach?”

“Can you turn some music on?” Rachel mumbled and adjusted her position, facing her back towards you. You complied and switched the radio on, trying to find a decent station. You found a classic rock station snd settled for it, figuring that this was probably the only station in this hell state that Rachel would enjoy.

“Why were you in Florida, Rachel?” You finally had to ask her.

“Wanted to see Disney World.” She sat up and shrugged. You made eye contact through the rear view mirror and cocked and eyebrow at her. She crossed her arms and turned her head, and slouched back. “Wanted to see some more freaks?”

“Are you serious?” You stopped the car and turned around to face her.

“What?” Rachel scrunched her eyebrows together. “I’m a freak, it’s kind of public knowledge.” She shook her head. “Can we just go home.

“Well, Rachel. It’s gonna be a long car ride.” You turned the radio off again. “So buckle up.”

—————

Rachel hadn’t spoken in six hours. Six. You ended up pulling into a motel in Louisiana around 1am. She threw her backpack on her bed and went straight to the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and shook your head.

“Man, I had to pee.” You told yourself. You switched on the TV and tried to find something to watch. The only thing on was Adult Swim, so you went for it. Rachel came out of the bathroom a little while later and grabbed some pajamas, then disappeared back to the bathroom. When she was dressed, she went right to bed without a word. “Hey, Rachel, we’re not doing this.”

“Doing what?” She groaned.

“I’m not gonna have you ignoring me, okay? We still have a day and a half drive to get back to San Francisco. You’re lucky I was in Georgia when you needed me.” You frowned when she ignored you, then laid next to her in bed. “Why did you bolt again?”

“Why does it matter?” She turned over to face you. “I’m a flight risk, I’m a freak, I’m a demon, whatever. I’m a whole lot of bad things waiting to happen.”

“What are you talking about?” You looked into her eyes and watched her start to cry.

“Everyone’s been telling me that I’m just a ticking time bomb! I’m sick of it.” She sobbed. “It’s not fair, alright? That’s why I went to the other side of the country. The farther I am from my loved ones, the better.”

“That’s obviously not true, or else you wouldn’t have called me.” You held her hand.

“I guess I just trust you more.” She sniffled.

“Listen, Rach. People are gonna tell you who you are your whole life. you just gotta punch back and say ‘no, this is who I am.’ You got me?” You tried to reason. “You think me and our teammates haven’t been criticized for what we can do and how we do it? The things people say about us are ridiculous, but we get to decide if it’s true or not.”

“I don’t know, y/n...” Rachel sighed. “I wish I was normal.”

“Sometimes I do, too. But without us, who’s gonna kick ass without pissing their pants?” You and her giggled.

“I guess you’re right.” She wiped the tears off her face. “Thanks, y/n.”

“Anytime, kiddo. Now, I’ve had to pee for the last two hours, I’ll be back in a minute.”