So… I may have rewatched all of the animated Damian Wayne films instead of sleeping. He is so OP in them and has such an attitude problem but character development and Raven will fix that. - Also, I’m annoyed I couldn’t find a more ethnically accurate photo to use for Damian that I like, does anyone have any fancast for him they could send me?
A RobRae college student/TA AU! :D I finally got around to writing for this ship after wanting to for so long. I guess I get oddly inspired at 2:30AM. Anyways, Dick is based more on his comic version than cartoon version (because I prefer him that way), so yeah. Expect a bit of goofball cuteness. Enjoy!
“I’m going to fight this,” she seethed through gritted
teeth, slamming the file of papers angrily against the desk. “There’s no way in
hell he can give me this grade and get away with it!”
To say that she was fuming would be an understatement.
Raven was on the dangerous path to murder. Her hands were shaking from the fury of the emotion.
A comforting hand was then suddenly on her shoulder, steadying her, and bringing her back to a semblance of reality. Leave it to Kory to remind Raven that homocide, no matter how tempting, was never a viable option.
“I know that English is your favourite course, but Raven,
arguing with the TA isn’t always the best idea,” Kory warned her softly, not
unsympathetic to her plight.
Raven was shaking with rage. It was all she could do not to
crumple up all her hard work into a ball, and toss it towards the wall. She’d
never admit it, but tears burned the backs of her eyes, yet she refused to cry in front of anyone.
He was going to change the grade, and she was going to make
him. She wouldn’t leave his office until he did. Kory rubbed her back
affectionately, not knowing how else to soothe the distraught girl.
“This is going to ruin my overall grade! This paper is worth
over forty-five percent of the final mark, and my GPA will be done for!” Raven
snarled, her lips curled back as her jaw clenched.
“I understand,” Kory conceded, running gentle fingers
through her best friend’s short, silken hair. “I will go with you, if you like, as moral support.”
Always the enduring best friend, there wasn’t anything the
red-haired vixen wouldn’t do for Raven when she needed her most. Especially
when it concerned their grades and performance in school. Both of them had a lot riding on scholarships, and to lose any of them would mean a likelihood of dropping out entirely.
So, together, they marched towards the TA’s office, as the room number had been written and highlighted in their course manual, and mentally prepared themselves for a brutal standoff.
With jitters and nerves, they both stood outside the daunting
office door, and Raven carefully raised her fist to knock against the wood. She
had steeled herself, told herself that she deserved better than this, and she’d even taken to fix her clothes so that she looked the proper part. She would be taken seriously this time around.
“Come in,” came a deep, male voice from the other side.