#garfiend logan

[whereflowersbloom]

Changes.

It’s a rare Saturday afternoon off. Conner is sprawled across the sofa, his head resting on a fluffy cushion. Raven sitting next to him, wearing comfortable summer clothes, leaving her legs bare. Conner was watching the movie with half-closed eyes. He’s unusually exhausted. But everyone was out. They’ve been working around the clock, non-stop for weeks, busy with missions. It’s the first time they’ve managed to arrange their time off in a long time. He wanted to make the most of it, but Raven didn’t want to go out today. It’s a lazy day, spending it in the Tower’s living room. Watching old movies, Raven recommended and insisted he must watch them. Classics. ‘Gone with the wind, The wizard of Oz, Casablanca’ among other tittle.

Conner tried to focus on the screen. They were halfway Casablanca, but got distracted by Raven’s hair. It looked almost magical in this light. Her dark hair, shinning like the night sky. Her hair was slowly turning a dark purple shade, almost indigo with the sunlight hitting it. Conner was quite intrigued about her hairstyle as well. He’d seen braids before, but never this intricately. She did notice Raven had changed the way she styled her hair lately. He secretly wanted to ask what made her change it. He liked it nonetheless. Whether she let it cascade down her shoulders or in a ponytail, or this elaborated braid. She looked dazzlingly beautiful to him, all the time.

Raven felt Conner’s eyes on her. She was intrigued why he was so absorbed watching her? Was there something on her face? She’d only eaten popcorn like him, and he was clean, well groomed like always. Impeccable she’d rather admit. She couldn’t ignore his long, unblinking stare any longer. She was about to ask him if everything was okay when he unexpectedly broke the silence.

“How do you braid hair?”He asked all of a sudden, rubbing his neck, when he saw Raven’s baffled look. Tilting her head to one side, blinking several times, processing why he was so interested in her hair now.

That was not what she had expected. She consciously touched her French braid. It wasn’t her usual hairstyle, she felt heat burn her cheeks. Donna had been watching recently videos about hairstyles. She became seemingly so engrossed in trying new hairstyles, specially braids on her dark hair now that it was long enough, and growing even longer, down to her lower shoulders. The Amazonian had mentioned it would suit her. Donna being the persuasive person she was, Raven didn’t have the heart to say no. Also, she decided, perhaps it was time to try a different look. Instead of braiding just the three strands, you take hair with it as you go down. After hours and hours of practicing, Donna finally mastered it. It was different. The first time she felt strange. But she found some benefits, her hair didn’t get in the way while training or cooking. It was rather practical. Kori found it looking regal. Did Conner not like it? It was the first time he mentioned it.

She didn’t know how to explain. She had only done it a couple of times. “Uhmm, well.” she shrugged the twine from her hair and untangled the braid, slowly, with her small hands. Her midnight tresses were quite long, so it took some time. Maybe because she was so self-conscious of Conner’s curious, steady gaze. She felt her heart hammering in her chest, her breath coming in short. She was overly, awkwardly aware of his gaze on her face as the strands started to adorn her face. She gulped and wished he stopped staring, counting the heartbeats in her mind. But in the back of her mind she’d rather have him look at her with those beautiful baby blue eyes, sparkling with interest and mischief, as always, asking her to read him books, or having a long conversation about her hobbies, even video games he occasionally played with Beast Boy. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, but thanks Azar it healed fairly quickly.

Conner felt heat creep in his neck, and not because of the sun, or the hot summer weather of Jump City. His stomach always did somersaults like the kids in the park, or Nightwing did while training, whenever he looked at her, his feelings flowing so freely like a river, his feelings for her deepened and strengthened with every passing day. He couldn’t decipher it, but it made him feel things he knew he shouldn’t feel for a friend. He knew he shouldn’t, wasn’t supposed to but he genuinely, wholeheartedly liked Raven. She appeared to be troubled by his question.

He cleared his throat, attempting to get back her attention. He pronounced her name quietly. “Raven.”

“Oh. Sorry.” She jumped slightly, snapping out of her trance. “You take three pieces of hair, like this” she demonstrated it and started showing Conner, imitating the way Donna did it, if she remembered correctly. “And as you are braiding, you add hair from both sides and continue. Follow my fingers.” Her breath choked as, abruptly took a strand of her hair and twirled in thoughtfully around his finger, observing it meticulously, seemingly not aware of his actions or his effect on her.

He looked up, smiled warmly at her, the way he did, resembling a child with new toy and nodded. He hesitated for a moment but muttered cheerfully. “Do you mind if I try it?”

Her violet-blue eyes widened. Conner wanted to braid her hair. The idea of his hands close to her face? Her stomach was in knots. No. That was an absolutely terrible idea or not? Calm down Raven. Nothing to worry about. It’s just hair. She has no idea why he’s so fascinated by it, but they are friends. If Donna can do it. What’s the difference? He wouldn’t just tangle up her hair as a prank. He wasn’t Garfield. No. Conner was innocent, honorable, respectful. He was different, like her she imagined sometimes. “Sure, go ahead.” His hand brushed her fingers lightly, with such softness. It sent a tingle of goosebumps up her arm. Their eyes locked, and the powerful connection, felt like being struck by lighting. Blue eyes meeting violet. Both were blushing furiously.

Raven shifted her body, so she was sitting cross legged in front of him, on the sofa, with her back towards him.

Conner took the log hair in for a moment. Admiring how soft and beautiful it was. He breathed in the essence, lavender, jasmine and peppermint. He has dreamt about how it would be to play with it, run it though his fingers. Her head in his lap, she was humming a song he never heard before. He’d absentmindedly started imitating her as well, while twirling the hair around his long fingers. He casually asked her about it. She told him it was an old song her mother used to sing to her. It brought some fond and happy memories.

“Don’t mess it up.” She teased him, giggling softly, but warning him at the same time. A boyish smile spread across his face. She confide him her precious memories. He felt special for a moment. Like he was needed, trusted with such things, he could guess not many knew about. His hands brush her hair gently, over her shoulders, unintentionally touching her delicate pale neck.

“No promises.” he said in a playful tone. He continued to play with her hair, trying to copy her fingers, when she had shown him. Braiding hair sure wasn’t easy.

His fingers caressed her cheekbone as he took a strand of hair. Raven held her breathe. What was he doing? Did he cast a spell on her or something, turning her completely speechless? She was the sorcerer here. Not him. She felt Conner edge closer.

“I’m almost done...I think.” he whispered anxiously. He didn’t need to, but it felt appropriate. The moment felt too intimate, for some reason. Something was changing between them. Perhaps because this was unusual in a way he couldn’t point. Sure, they were close friends, had normal interactions, but this felt intimate, private, almost romantic. They never touched or got close this way before. It was a new experience. Conner furrowed his eyebrows involuntarily, he started to hate that word. ‘Friends’. It didn’t cover entirely their bond. He didn’t want to be only Raven’s friend. Friends certainly, positively didn’t left you breathless and wanting more. He’d rather not talk to any of his other friends and simply kiss Raven senselessly. As he dreamed almost every night for months now.

He seriously had to stop daydreaming about her. But he found himself incapable of stopping. He did not want to, if he was honest.

Raven stretched her neck, yawning momentarily, then she looked over her shoulder. He’d suddenly stopped braiding, and instead of saying anything, she felt him staring at her again. Those blue eyes studying her again. She felt strange, the way he looked at her. That’s not the way friends do it. Not the others. Except a certain vigilante. But that was too complicated.

But when she gazed at him cautiously, she was surprised by their proximity, his lips merely inches from hers. And that look on his face. Conner flustered? No no no. She hastily created more space. And realized maybe he’d feel offended or hurt.

“Sorry, you surprised me.” she mumbled, avoiding his eyes, hand grabbing the end of the braid and tying it quickly. It was adequate, he did a fairly good job.

“No apologies.” he said blushing, shaking his head. He didn’t want her to worry or upset her. “I was distracted.” He confessed, ruffling his hair.

Raven raised her brow, wondering what caught his attention, placing her chin on her palm. “What’s on your mind?”

Conner paused for a moment, considering telling her the truth. He decided it wasn’t the right time. Sighing deeply, he didn’t have the courage yet to declare his feelings for her. There was no way he could reply saying I was daydreaming about kissing you, the way you deserve to be kissed. His heartbeat increased around 40 beats more than average. He had an idea. He smiled mischievously.

“It’s a secret.” He winked teasingly, praying his cheeks didn’t heat up and thanking she didn’t possess superhearing like him.

Raven’s eyes widened. She snorted softly, and she rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous, Superboy.” The dark haired girl threw some popcorn at him and he chuckled loudly, it was so natural. “I’ll find out eventually.” She said, faking indignation and folding her arms as she closed her eyes.

“You will.” He said optimistically, reassuring her, a confident smile on his face. A promise for the future. ‘One day Raven’ I’ll tell you all those things I’ve bottled up. Those things I want to have with you. He told himself in his mind.

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[whereflowersbloom]

Sleepless night

The desperate and loud yells and screams were all that Raven could hear as she ran out of the safehouse that she had been occupying after suddenly fainting in the middle of the fight, completely drained for overusing her powers. They did not see it coming, no one did, more powerful and deadly enemies showing up after the battle against Trigon and then Darkseid. Damian had given her his word to meet here there after, taking care of some damage control in the east side of Jump city. No one expected this to happen. She pushed her way through masses of people in the dark and crumbling streets, only to look down at Damian’s bleeding body, lifeless on the ice cold streets.

“Damian...” Raven barely breathed, kneeling down next to him and picking his head up, cradling it in her lap, brushing the hair out of his face, a single trail of blood dripping from his mouth. No, no, this couldn’t be happening, she used her powers to heal him, bring him back but nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. His whole body was rigged and pale, his hand cupping his side where blood spilled through his fingers. “Damian, you can’t leave me. Your promised me you would always come back to me.”

“We have to finish decorating the new apartment, and you can yell at Jon and Conner for messing around while painting the guest’s room.” Raven whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. But he did not move. He could not move. She begged urgently to Azar for him to open his clear green eyes. She did not feel any emotions or anything at all coming from him. Her insufferable and kind-heated Damian. Civilians flooded around them, everyone straining to see what had happened, mothers covering their children’s eyes and pulling them away from the silent madness. Someone came up to Raven and put his hand over hers, she didn’t bother to identify the person. She did not care, her lover’s body lying cold and stiff in her arms. Gently, they pulled him from her as she started to really grasp what had happened. Once she felt that he was no longer in her arms, she looked around frantically yelling. “No, no, no. Wait! Damian!”

“Raven wake up!” She heard a voice exclaim as a hand fell against her upper arm and shook her lightly.

Raven’s eyes shot open, trembling, startled beyond speech for a heartbeat, she feels a little more disoriented than usual as she comes to, blinking through the dark of the bedroom. Her chest feels tight and her lungs feel a little bit like they’re burning, like she can’t take air in fast enough, until her violet eyes find Damian’s stunningly brilliant emerald eyes wide with alarm, with worry, concern for her, lingering just above her, snapping her out of her daze. She sucks in a sharp breath, sputtering, lungs fluttering in relief. He was here, safe and alive.

“It was a nightmare, beloved. It’s alright.” Damian whispered comforting words next to her small ear, his calloused thumb brushing a tear from the corner of her eye, his lips a gentle press against her temple.

Raven dug her nails into Damian’s skin with how tightly she clings onto him and this truth, he’s alive with her and Trigon can’t harm him, and felt her lover’s skin beneath her palms solid and warm and very real. If it hurts him, he doesn’t let her know. He doesn’t even flinch or groan. He simply drew her to his exposed tanned chest and kissed the top of her head, her temple, her rosy and soft cheek, murmuring words she can’t quite catch in another language, though the comfort her all the same. His presence was calming and he was all Raven ever wanted, someone who accepted her despite her quirks, mistakes, a tormented and deeply flawed being. No, Damian could see beyond that, he saw right through her, strengths, virtues, compassion, the things that made her Raven. There was no judgment between them. She let the depth of his love for her, the sincere and profound emotions sink into her body. She glanced down the bed, her eyes adjusted to the darkness of their room, and took in the way the covers and sheets are tangled around her calves. She felt as if she’d been frozen in her dream, unable to do anything but fall into that agony, chaos, that world where her Damian wasn’t breathing. She didn’t want to imagine it again. It’s obvious her body had been frantic. She can’t remember ever moving around so much in her sleep before.

“Raven.” he breathed, his strong muscular arms tightening around her as he began to casually trace circles on her back. “I wasn’t sure if I should’ve woken you.”

She nodded slightly, her heart beating wildly in her chest. “I’m glad you did.” She felt trapped in that vivid and terrifying nightmare. Useless, unable to do anything to save the most important person in her life. She can’t bring herself to say explain it, the horrors of her dreams, the fear of losing him oermamnentiy, but she knows Damian understands her, anyway. He had a natural way to interpret her body language, every move, gesture, he knew her like no other. Words weren’t necessary.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Damian offered with such love and tenderness, his eyes wrinkle at the corner, intense eyes studying her reaction,and then he dropped his lips to her forehead. Raven shook her head and reached over to Damian’s shoulder, running a lazy finger down the smooth hot flesh. Damian shuddered momentarily, eyes shuttering closed and open again. “I could use a distraction.” And Damian narrowed his eyes, green eyes darkening, catching the suggestive hint in her words. “Oh, I know a very specific way that could be of help.”

Damian breathed deeply while her hand was placed to the back of his head to pull him closer and in the next second his devilishly sweet mouth was covering hers. It started out as a careful slow kiss, testing the waters, and they continued kissing lazily. Her lover licked her lower lip and she opened her mouth to let him in and ran her hand through his dark thick hair as the kiss grew more passionate. Raven completely forgot about the bad dream before and she knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

Opening her mouth and allowing him permission to kiss her deeply. When he bit her lip lightly she let out a moan filled with desire, and that seemed to send him into overdrive and suddenly he shifted and he was on top of her. His hands slowly cradled her face to align it better so he could access her mouth at just the right angle and then they continued to her neck and slowly, oh so deliciously slowly, moved down her sides to the bottom of her nightgown. They disappeared under it and her skin was on fire. Every inch of the skin he touched felt as if it was on fire and they had only started kissing. But every single time it was that way with Damian, night clothes were discarded on the floor of the room, they’re really in the way of their nocturnal activity. Damian continued his slow, torturous path, gently sucking at her neck, moving to nibble at her delicate sensitive ear. Raven’s soft whimpers and gentle scratches along his sides and back drove Damian crazy. He gasped out against her skin.

“You’re so beautiful.” He rasped huskily, his voice filled with need for her. He took one pink nipple, completely hardened by then, in his mouth and sucked on it. One of his hands caressed her flat stomach while he settled the other on her lower back to hold her in place. As if she could move, she was passed with hunger for his touch.

Raven threw her head back, her dark locks covering her narrow back and he gripped firmly them with the hand on her back. His tongue flicked over her pulse on her neck while still holding her in place by her hair. He grazed her flushed skin with his white teeth and heat pooled between her legs. He knew the effect he had on her. Long gone was the shyness of their inexperience the first times they made love.

Damian slowly ran a rough hand down Raven’s smooth stomach until he came to rest between her pale and gorgeous thighs. The first brush of his fingers over the folds of her sex makes her jump, so brief that she thinks it had maybe been an accident. Until two fingers are pressing against her again in purposeful strokes, parting her sex. Her lips fall open in a soft moan as his mouth skims over her pulse, sucking at it gently at first, then a little harder. His fingertips find her little bundle of nerves with ease and he teases it in slow circles, her hips starting to rock against his hand as she moans louder.

“Quiet, my love.” he shushed gently, playfully smirking into her neck as he dipped his skilled long fingers lower, lower, finding her entrance. “Someone will hear you.” But she didn’t care, she wanted his fingers, mouth, everything he had to offer exploring her every part. He slipped his fingers between her folds, massaging her centre while his mouth roamed her chest and down to her navel. He quickly slid a finger inside her and Raven gasped out at the fullness. Yes, oh Azar, that was exactly what she needed.

Her mouth opened to blissfully receive his fully, and their tongues danced and teased each other. Raven felt the building in her core and she bit down on Damian’s full swollen lip, her legs shaking but her hips gyrating against her partner’s expert fingers. He curls his fingers, quickly finding a rhythm that makes her vision eyes haze over and Raven can almost feel the orgasm crashing through her body, when all of a sudden. She sensed it, someone coming.

She can just barely hear light footsteps coming down the hallway, towards their room, she’s only just pressed her face into the crook of Damian’s neck when they heard repeated and gentle knocking at the wooden door. “OH FOR FUCKS SAKE.” Someone exclaimed in shock.

“Shit. fuck, sorry.” The recognizable familiar voice of Jon Kent muttered, muffled through the wall. Though they must have been half-hidden in the sheets of their enormous bed from the bedroom door at this angle, she knows there’s no mistake that Jon indeed saw something she shouldn’t have with his X-rays vision, considering the whirlwind of emotions coming from him. “I heard someone screaming and though maybe...” he began to explain obviously nervous, stuttering over his words. “I’m sorry Dami and Raven....Goodnight.” He sounded so embarrassed and perhaps a bit disturbed. They would have an extremely awkward conversation tomorrow at breakfast.

“Dude, explain tomorrow, they are obviously busy.” Jaime interrupted politely, unexpectedly surprising Damian and Raven, Jaime immediately dragged a traumatized Jon back to his room, who kept apologizing until they were down the hallway.. Shit. Damian pinched the bridge of his nose in defeat. Fucking Kryptonian abilities. First thing in the morning tomorrow, he would soundproof their bedroom and make proper arrangements for their apartment to be ready and have everything they required installed before the end of the month.

Damian and Raven exchange looks, not sure how they would face their teammates tomorrow. It was nothing new they were in a romantic relationship, but so far their friends respected the privacy of their intimacy. When Raven finds her voice, it’s breathless and heavy, thick with the discomfort of being caught and excitement of their sexual activity before they were abruptly interrupted. “I think we’ve traumatized the entire Tower.”

“They’ll get used to it, beloved.” Damian mumbled, frowning at the thought of Jon opening his big mouth to let anyone know what he had seen tonight. He would have a word with him when Raven wasn’t around. He sighed and his muscles relaxed, his hands traveling the magnificent curves of his girlfriend, and aspiring the intoxicating lavender essence of her hair, pressing a kiss over her temple, against her forehead, until he finds her lips again.

She looked up at him, the full weight of her love, her undeniable and undying desire, her devotion to him shining through her beautifully stunning violet eyes. Her lips instantly curl into a warm and genuine smile, happiness. It was real. This was her reality and Damian was part of her life. This was only the begging of their life together.

Another short one shot 🙈🙈🙈🙈

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[whereflowersbloom]

Little boost

It had been a hectic day, working on some detailed written reports Batman asked him to investigate and patrolling with Nightwing, Damian was exhausted, more than usual, he could use a strong drink. There were certain things he had to think about, things he had pushed To the back of his mind while working, but there was a constant mental reminder that they were still there, which is exactly why Damian found himself sitting next to a slightly squiffy Dick Grayson, at the rooftop, looking at the stars and passing back a small bottle full of liquid that burned in the right way from his hair to his toenails. The relief his body demanded after a long stressful day. He thought about the bothersome hangover and the way his head would throb the next day as he took his second sip but he shrugged it off. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. Brother bonding, they had been intensely busy to have a casual brother-to-brother chat, out of all his siblings he felt the most comfortable with Grayson. He was lost in deep thoughts when his brother caught him off guard with a question.

“Have you discussed your feelings and intentions with Raven?” There it was the question he was dreading to answer. He had asked himself when he would finally muster the courage to speak with her about these new emotions surging inside him.

Damian’s heart jumped just enough at the mention of her name, nonetheless his familiar unreadable expression didn’t change. After another sip of the drink he felt loose enough that he didn’t hold back the low heartfelt groan, even as his sensibilities reminded him that he didn’t have anything to groan about. He hadn’t made his intentions clear after all this time. A part of him wondered how Dick might know he had feelings for Rave at all, as if the amber and intoxicating liquor was some kind of truth serum that made everything plain as day. Perhaps he had underestimated Grayson’s observation skills, his father trained him after all. He wasn’t Batman’s first son and right hand for nothing.

“She’s an essential component of our team.” Damian muttered lowering his voice as if to make himself sound as sober as possible and convincing. “The Titans wouldn’t be the Titans without her.”

“That’s certainly true, but also...” the older man nodded in agreement and took a mouthful of the amber drink. “I have noticed you two complement each other well, both in battle and out…” Richard gave Damian a playful feline smirk. He didn’t want to pry, he was only concerned for his brother’s unresolved romantic involvement, he can practically feel Damian’s hostile glare on him, studying his intentions silently. Anyone would understand what he was referring to. So he noticed Damian concluded. Richard didn’t ask to gossip with his other siblings about his personal affairs, he knew it. Maybe it was time to trust Grayson. He certainly had earned it after all those years working side by side.

“It’s not what you think, rather complicated.” Damian said quietly into his drink, and though his eyes are elsewhere, he knew Dick was listening to him as a friend and brother. It was something he’d been trying to avoid thinking about, with no help from the dark-haired man sitting to his right. They had something, Dick was absolutely right. And even when Damian had tried to keep his distance at first, the pull to Raven magnetic and frustrating as hell. Unstoppable. He had no control over it. But what was holding him back? The uncertainty? “We’re simply friends, I think.” It wasn’t a lie. Friends who wanted to engaged in rather intimates activities and explore boundaries.

“Teammates.” Grayson whispered remarking the word. Knowing well Damian’s aversion towards it.

“Exactly. Not any different than how I stand with you or any of the other team members.” Damian said with a tint of bitterness gracing his voice. He didn’t have to explain himself to anyone. Not Grayson or his father. His relationship with other teammates could be described as civilized. He cared for them. They were his family too.

“And yet you are intimate with Raven in ways that you aren’t with your other teammates.” A teasing expression crosses his face. Now Grayson had the guts to mess with him. His eyebrows furrowed at the comment, naturally making thin lines appear on his forehead.

“It’s intellectual compatibility, Grayson. We are teammates who have similar interest in common.” Damian remarked with hot anger. He considered taking his frustrations out on his brother. He wanted to punch someone, maybe Dick or Jason. He visualized the face of Conner Kent though, who had touched Raven unnecessarily too many times today with his filthy hands. His green eyes narrowed.

“If you hold no claim over Raven, surely you are both able to enjoy the company of others. So to say if Conner wanted to spend some time with her, it wouldn’t bother you. Right?” Richard commented taking another sip of the raw drink. His humorous blue eyes watching Damian’s reaction attentively, the man next to him was his family, his brother, he only wanted the best for him. For fuck’s sake, it was pretty obvious they had a thing going on. Deliberately Provoking him would have the reaction he expected. He just had to mention Conner or Garfield and voila his stubborn little brother would get himself a girlfriend. His job as older brother was to meddle in his ‘personal affairs’. O,us, Damian could use a little push to take the next step.

He thought about it for a whole minute, considered the suggestion Richard made that Raven was available to have a romantic or physical relationship with anyone. Looking into Dick’s ocean eyes, he knew that Dick was so clearly baiting him. Because, of course, Richard was absolutely right. The idea of Raven with anyone else made his blood boil but if they were just friends who were close, friends who were evidently physically attracted to each other but didn’t speak about their attraction or romantic interest, he had no right to demand exclusivity. Deny her the possibility to see someone else. It irritated him. He was her ‘friend’ but who was to say that she couldn’t be close with anyone else, for instance Conner. Tsk. Over his dead body. Not Kent or anyone else. He was irrevocably doomed. What the hell was happening to him? He didn’t want to push Raven asking for more, fearing her answer would dig up the ghosts of his past pains that he’s worked so hard to bury. His mother’s betrayal and he was Ra’s Al Ghul grandson. Did he even have the right?

“Just friends.” Damian repeated with displeasure at the term that defined his relationship with the young woman he loved? Did he love Raven? What did he know about love? It wasn’t a exact science, he could read thousands of books and they wouldn’t give him the answer he was searching for. Just had to look at his own Father, involved with a criminal, on and off. Didn’t have to bring up his mother. The answer lies in your heart, it was as If the cold east wind whistled those words. He didn’t want to see Raven with anyone other man, it made his insides turn and his jaw clench involuntary. He wanted her for himself only. And waves of clarity seem to crash down on him, slowly dissipating the feelings of confusion and helplessness that he’s been plagued with ever since he discovered he had strong feelings for Raven. People used to say that love is like wildflowers, it grows everywhere even through the debris, truthfully he didn’t understand it at first, at the image of Raven’s face clear as a painting in his mind, as the countless hours he has spent drawing her alluring features, he finally understood what they meant by that. That smile, her smile. She had bewitched him.

“Does repeating it enough times make it so?” Dick asked arching a brow at him with a sly smile curving his lips.

“Fuck you, Grayson.” Damian uttered annoyed at his older brother, for being foolish and falling right in his trap. Probably it was the alcohol talking but Dick could take it, Dick’s response was a open throaty chuckle. He wouldn’t admit he was thankful out loud though. Damian smiled instinctively. “Thank you for the overly emotional conversation about my romantic affair.” He mentioned to his brother, looking at him straight in the eye. His eyes silently whispering a ‘thank you, brother.’ He had enough alcohol doe the night and with the first ray of sunlight he was waking up for training. He couldn’t help but imagine it, waking him next to her, soft sheets and even softer skin, inhaling that characteristic lavender smell first with the sunrise. And here he was wasting precious time, getting drunk with Grayson. He shook his head before getting up slowly and marching towards the door of the Titans building.

“Where are you going?” Dick asked curiously, suddenly intrigued what his little brother would do about this situation. At this point he knew how to handle Damian and make him see what he refused to acknowledge. Damian was incredibly smart for his age but at times too obstinate. This required of his assistance. He was growing up fast, too fast for his liking. The snarky, short-tempered kid Bruce brought years ago, was long gone. Richard Grayson thinks it is indeed a privilege to be Damian’s brother and mentor. He was tremendously proud of his younger brother. His job was done and he smiled broadly.

“Hopefully it’s not too late to discuss my emotions and intentions towards a certain lady.” Damian flashed him a confident smirk, only barely aware that he might have slurred the last words, effects of the alcohol no doubt. It wasn’t too late for him, walked a bit unsteadily towards the door, his destination the room of his soon to be girlfriend he hoped. He had to speak with her. This was his last chance. He waved goodnight to Dick before disappearing in the darkness of the night, leaving a pleased Richard drinking on the rooftop alone.

Undoubtedly they would have fun explaining to Batman how his biological son was romantically involved with a half-demon. Dick decided that conversation could wait a few weeks...perhaps months.

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[whereflowersbloom]

Trial Boyfriend.

“You could be frank and simply turn Conner down.” is what Damian mutters, trying to keep his tone neutral, when she asked for his advice. “There’s no need to boost his quite insufferable ego.” Damian was starting to regret not grabbing some painkillers before leaving his dorm room, his head was pounding and making it hard for him to think straight. He meant every word though.

He’s blunt, as per usual. Always straight to the point. “Thanks, Damian. I wonder why I didn’t think of that.” Raven replies as she rolls her eyesore him, making sure her tone is dripping with sarcasm, then takes a sip of her chamomile tea. “I thought you’d be more creative after your track record of turning down girls, but apparently not.” She inquired curiously, and by creative she hoped he knew she was referring to his near flawless technique of avoiding any girl with interest that he didn't reciprocate, which had been quite a few in the long time she'd known him. A part of her had always wondered why he rejected them all.

“Well, why don’t you just do it, then?” The words slip out of Damian’s mouth, evidently disregarding her last comment. She snorted when she realizes he’s going to ignore her other statement, referring to his dating life. She could understand his aversion to personal questions, but keeping secrets wasn’t their thing. She sighed, a pluck of disappointment tugging at her chest.

“Did you forget we have our winter getaway in a week?” She asked him suddenly, glancing up at him sharply, she can tell by his expression that he definitely had, even if it were for a moment. That’s unlike him. “I’d rather not force everyone to have to deal with a sulking Conner if I tell him I don’t reciprocate his feelings.” She paused to consider the alternative for a minute, and gives a rapid shake of her head at that scenario. She didn’t want to hurt Conner or ruin the trip for everyone else. It’d be a disaster. “I definitely don’t want to keep his hopes up and deal with awkwardness for an entire week.” She allowed her head drop into her hands, letting out a muffled groan of frustration. “I’m not sure what to do. He doesn’t really like me, he believes he does.”

“So, we need to come up with a better plan.” Damian breathed after several minutes after analyzing her words. She nodded into her hands and looks up to see him rubbing his chin in thought, before his piercing green eyes fell on her, his brows furrowed a questioning look crossed his face. “How can you be certain he doesn’t?”

“What I mean is that he’s latching on to me because I was the first girl he socialized with? “ She hesitated before speaking, finally explains as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world because, as far as she’s concerned, based on Conner’s behavior and the emotions she perceived through her powers. It is the most obvious thing in the world. She was the first person to offer a friendly hand to him, when he was technically a child, at least emotionally speaking. “It’s easier for him to misinterpret romantic feelings for someone, when you have no experience.”

“You sound like an expert. I’ve never seen you on a date with anyone.” Damian raised his right eyebrow in doubt. He knew Raven could sense those kind of feelings, but anyone with eyes could notice Conner had a huge and hopeless crush on their teammate. However in all those years they’d been friends Raven didn’t show romantic interest in anyone.

“I’m an empath, Damian. I perceive and know things.” She explains, frowning at his statement, turning her head away from him momentarily. “Besides, I chose not to date for now.” She was too nervous to look at him. She folded her arms around her middle, she had a tickling feeling in her stomach. What right did damian have to ask her when he was evading her questions all the time. Why did it bother her anyway.

Damian opened his mouth to argue but a sharp look from Raven shut him up.

And it’s like Conner somehow used his superhearing to overhear the conversation or sensed they were talking about him, her phone vibrating against the cafeteria’s table with incoming messages. Raven picks it up wearing a distressed expression, when it becomes clear that she’s not bothering to check who it is. She already knows. Conner Kent. Again. Damian seemed to be growing increasingly irritated. He started counting to ten. He wanted nothing but smash the damn phone against a wall.

“You know who it was. He’s been bombarding me with texts for almost a month. ‘Hey Rae, wanna go see a movie?’, ‘Raven, wanna go get some tea and donuts?’, lastly. ‘Raeeeee, I can’t wait for our trip!’” She remembered how close she’d been to chuck her phone out the window during finals week, but instead had chosen the least dramatic and most rational path and simply turned it off to stop the incessant flow of messages. She had to admit Conner was sweet and charming but she did not feel the same way. She’d mixed feelings for someone else...

“I bet those messages contain more emoticons than actual words, huh?” He smirked at her disapproving glare, but then his features gradually shift to a more solemn expression, that made him look older than he actually was. “You could pretend to be in a relationship.” He suggested suddenly, striving to sound disinterested, hopefully she’d take the hint, his emerald eyes uncharacteristically downcast and avoiding her violet ones. “There’s a 90% chance he’d would leave it alone pretty quickly if he knew you were dating someone.” Damian considered dozens of other options, hundreds of scenarios where things worked out in his favor or against his favor, depending on how he played his cards.

“I’m not making a guy up. No way he’d find out eventually and I hate lies.” She replied promptly. She knew Conner enough to anticipate his actions. He would never stop hounding her for details and demanding to meet her ‘boyfriend’. Claiming he’s the only one worthy to be her partner.

Damian paused, looking for the right word. He cleared his throat. “What I actually meant is pretend to date someone who literary exists and is available.” His alert and compelling eyes met hers again, but he still seemed guarded for some reason, and being unable to read him makes her feel uneasy. Frustrated. She regretted teaching him how to build walls against her powers, remain neutral. Ugh.

She squinted at him suspiciously. “That’s an extremely specific solution…” Was he suggesting? Realization hit like a frying pan to the head. She decided to go along with it. She considered his words seriously. “I admit, it might work...Are you volunteering?” She ventured timidly, anxious to hear his answer.

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Small moments

With long dissatisfied sigh, Damian pushed back his black blanket and gradually sits up, annoyed. There wasn’t any more to it, he had been rolling around the enormous bed for nearly an hour, he just couldn’t fall back asleep. Fumbling around in the darkness of his room, he found his phone. He squinted down at it and groaned inwardly. Fucking 04:00 am blinking up at him. He shouldn’t be up for another three hours. But despite his exhaustion and attempts to fall back asleep. It’s pointless to just lay here any longer. When he arose from the bed, he felt his back muscles were particularly knotted. Tsk. Perhaps a hot shower would release some accumulated tension on his body.

Might as well begin the day, start being productive with an extra head start, apparently. Damian stretched and dug around for training clothes and toiletries, hurriedly throwing them in his gym bag, before heading down for a long hot shower. At least this morning he doesn’t have to be in any rush. He had plenty of time to go at snail’s pace, he never had the opportunity to enjoy little things. By all means, he enjoyed engaging in different activities with his teammates. He would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he wondered what his life would be like as a regular teenager, attending school, perhaps a girlfriend to take out on dates...Where did multimillionaire heirs take their girlfriends? A romantic dinner at some exclusive hideously expensive restaurant in Paris? That wasn’t exactly his style. He highly doubted Raven liked those places, anyway.

Predictably, he doesn’t pass anyone on the way down, the rest of the team profoundly asleep as he assumed, the showers as expected are absolutely deserted. He stumbled in, gasping under the ice cold water falling on his exposed, muscular figure, rubbing at his eyes as the shock wakes him up completely. Fucking cold water. He turned the knob sharply, and in a moment, hot water streamed down his torso. Without the bothersome presence of a another person like Garfield or Conner, Damian is able to relax under the spray of water. The warmth of the water, focusing on the sound of the water running hard onto the shower floor, his sore and stiff muscles relaxing, easing the discomfort. His now calm and serene mind unconsciously drifted back to his homeland. Nanda Parbat, his mother, grandfather, the league he vowed to protect, work along his grandfather to make the world a better place. Clever lies. Deceived by his own mother.

Without realizing it, Damian began humming. It is a lovely, centuries old tune he heard when he was a child, his mother, Talia used to sing to him whenever he had nightmares as a child, and he grew fond of it. It isn’t long before the hum evolves into mumbling, ancient words in a long unspoken language, and even less time before the mumbling grows in volume and annunciation, and he’s singing lowly, something he wouldn’t dare do normally when anyone could be in the shower. Damian Wayne doesn’t sing, not at least around anyone. He couldn’t imagine what his brothers would say to embarrass him. Especially Drake or Todd.

Damian is a moderately good mood now. There wasn’t anything that could lift the spirit, if only momentarily, like singing. And who else would be up at this hour to hear him? Nobody he had to threaten or assassinate.

Damian let a slight, soft smile slip as he shut off the water of the shower. He dries off, checking his phone. It’s only five, and although he’s shocked at how long of a shower he’s taken, it is still much too early to even properly get dressed or get started with training. He recalled Grayson mentioning a meeting later today. He pulled on a long sleeved T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, not up to wearing his uniform at five in the morning.

Damian is suddenly startled when he leaves the showers to see a slender, tiny figure in the common kitchen. It’s only five, who else could possibly be up so early? Not Grayson or Conner he hoped.

The figure turns around, and Raven is looking back at him eyebrows raised near her hairline, mouth opened in surprise. Damian stepped closer to her, taking her in: messy dark hair, even more so being fresh out of bed, pearl-like skin, big violet eyes that resemble amethyst and pink lips curled into a warm smile. At once he feels his breath being swept right out of his chest at that radiant and tender smile. She was wearing a pair of lavender pajama shorts, exposing her thick thighs, a white oversized shirt, hiding her generous curves, she looked devastatingly adorable. God. He had to control his hormones and emotions.

“Good morning, Raven.” He cleared his throat and muttered in his usual neutral voice. What did he have to be embarrassed about? Damian sits at the island and watched attentively Raven make a cup of tea, it smelt like cinnamon and honey, at the stovetop. Damian always found it entertaining, watch her do anything, debating what kind of tea she would have today. He knew she particularly enjoyed Earl Grey, cinnamon and two teaspoons of honey and peppermint. Maybe next time he could take her out to this open-air tea house his brother mentioned last time they spoke. Did Dick mention it to him deliberately? Was he trying to...?

“What are you doing up so early?” Raven asked curiously, drawing his attention back to her, turning her attention pointedly away from Damian and to her brewing cup of tea. Damian watched her back intently, she looked to fragile and tiny in his eyes, he was wondering what could have her worked up, as she nervously reached for the honey.

“I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. Are you always up this early? I don’t think I noticed before.” Damian replies with the truth and observing how routine this all looked to Raven. She was usually up with the rise of the sun but it was a bit early for that and they didn’t have anything to do this early, no scheduled activities or tasks. He studied her body language, she wanted to say something, but she was evidently hesitating. “Everything alright?” He asked eyes fully focused on her, his expression showing concern for her.

“Yes, definitely, it’s just . . .” Raven stopped to bite her lower lip, her small hands playing with the teaspoon on the table, turning so Damian can see her profile, though trying to avoid his alert and bright green eyes. “Did you know you have a really nice voice?” She uttered faintly. Well now he knows she had been listening to him. But what she said was true. He did have a deep p, melodious voice.

“I don’t sing. Damian Wayne doesn’t sing.” Damian denies her question immediately, grabbing the closest thing to his reach, it was an apple and acting as if nothing happened.

Damian’s posture stiffened momentarily as his cheeks flame. Of course out of all the people, why did it have to be Raven? Tsk. Just his damn luck. Conner’s loud and unpleasant laughter or Garfield’s teasing he could deal with, he could always threaten them with a knife or give them his notions characteristic look of warming that they wouldn’t make it unharmed if they messed with him, but Raven was different. He can’t figure out why, but it feels like the worst possible outcome for this situation, at the same time he knew she wouldn’t say anything. She was different... he didn’t want to think why it felt that way with her from the moment they met. He didn’t believe he was ready to have the conversation about his obvious feelings for her yet.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Not a word will slips out of my sealed lips. I simply thought it was such a nice song.” Raven smiled at him warmly, she touched his arm and he glanced up at her. His heart is thudding in his chest so loudly he was sure Raven must be able to hear it. She didn’t lie. She wasn’t his his mother or grandfather or anyone he knew before. His secrets and trust were safe with Raven.

“It’s an old lullaby from my homeland. Perhaps sometime I can explain the meaning behind it, if you want me to.” He gulped for air, and ran a hand through his still wet hair. His mind running thoughts about how often he imagined himself whispering how much he cared for her, how incredibly beautiful she was, how much she made him feel, like he belonged here with her and everyone else.

“I would love to hear about your home, Damian.” She whispered softly, sincerity and genuine interest in her voice. Her glowing amethyst eyes locked in his emerald eyes, sipping her tea, her warm fingers brushing his hand on the counter, as a sign of affection. She was there for him in all the ways. In that moment he didn’t mind that a raven heard him sing. A small jubilant smile escapes his full lips.

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Special Mission

Friday evening finds Raven sprawled on the floor of one of the empty rooms in the Titans Tower. Dick had given them permission to convert one of the rooms into a hang out spot since it wasn’t being used for anything else, and tonight the female Titans joined forces with a little help from the guys, to transform it in the biggest, softest, ultra-cozy pillow fort in existence. Tonight was an special occasion. Mar’i was staying over tonight for the first time.

There’s a mountain of pillows, a few bean bag chairs, and soft blankets in light colors covering every inch of the floor. A couple board games are stacked to the side, such as: Chutes and ladders, Race to the treasure, The floor is lava, which isn’t practical if you are playing with a speedster, half-kryptonians and other meta humans, if you asked Rose or Tim. Not too far from there is a television and gaming system Jon and Beast Boy set up. Gar brought some games Mar’i enjoyed last time she visited.

There are a couple of bedsheets hung overhead to give off the effect of a tent, soft fairy lights in pastel colors strung along the edges with adjustable brightness, illuminating the enclosed space. It was Rose’s brilliant idea. The new Titan member claimed to be not good dealing with children but proved to have a gift for decorating.

As soon as Raven stepped inside the room, she thought it definitely contrasted if compared with her room, designed around a dark colors palette. She was completely positive the little girl would like it though. Truth be told Raven was tired and wanted nothing but wrap a blanket around herself and sleep for the next two days. The only thing keeping her from doing it was just little Mar’i standing close to her and looking at everything with wide dreamy eyes, her bare toes wiggling into the softness of blankets. She let out a high-pitched, girlish giggle. The mission tonight was to make certain Mar’i was entertained and safe her first night away from her parents. Piece of cake.

The half-alien girl liked soft and cute things, Raven has noticed. It’s not hard to when she had spent the entire time running her little tanned hands through the fluffy blanket she had been given, wrapping it tightly around herself, calling herself a purrito proudly, needless to explain it was something Beast Boy had taught her.

It was rather enchantingly adorable Raven admitted, a smile curving her lips, meanwhile Donna was snapped a couple of pictures to send to Jon, who immediately replied with endless crying emoticons, unfortunately he was away on a mission with Damian. Quickly Jon sent a text saying they’d probably be home after dinner. Raven was sure Jon showed the picture to his partner, so Robin made proper arrangements to make sure he was at the Tower before his niece’s bedtime. Damian would never acknowledge it, but he secretly relished Mar’i’s attention and adoration.

Mar’i isn’t looking too happy now, she’s looking around as if searching for something or someone, and Raven wonders what went wrong. She replayed the events of the day. Rose entirely disregarded the planned, detailed schedule Robin left for Mar’i’s Grayson visit, declaring it was bullshit and it was time to be spontaneous and have some fun. They all agreed.

They played some of the board games, setting some elementary unbreakable rules, no cheating or using powers. Donna braided the girl’s long dark hair into something overcomplicated but cute. Karen had suggested to watch Netflix, the platform contained a variety of shows appropriate for children. At the end Mar’i had chosen to watch an old cartoon called Adventure Time, that had all of them looking attentively at the television with the same rapt attention all five year olds have, Donna was even gasping and cooing along with Mar’i.

Raven had zero experience babysitting children. They did save children on daily basis, citizens, not her friend’s children. The interaction was limited, this was different to a whole new level. The first time Kori and Dick brought toddler Mar’i, Raven was a bundle of nerves. Thankfully Kori patiently taught her everything she needed to know to look after a child.

And because she’s a organized person, who is little by little becoming a part-time babysitter apparently, she’s fully aware of the the importance of keeping to a schedule as closely as possible. It was also something Damian had repeatedly reminded all of them.

They’re halfway the second season, waiting for the girl to wind down before bed with little success. Raven immediately noticed she wanted something so she patted the little girl’s back, soothing her anxiety away.

“Is there anything you want, Mar’i?” Raven asked in a whisper.

Little Mar’i looked at Raven with teary eyes, tugging her shirt down. “Mar‘i wants Dami.” Oh it made sense. She was looking for a familiar face. Someone that reminded her of his father. Family.

The little girl clung to Raven, clutching onto the fabric of her shirt, she was burying his face in her chest. She obviously missed her parents. But Damian was on the mission with Jon, she doubted they would be back before dinner.

Raven chewed on her lower lip and tries to explain the situation to the five year old. “Damian is away fighting bad guys, like your dad but he will be back after dinner.”

The girl shyly rose her head, the slightest hint of hope sparking in her eyes. “He’ll be back? Really?”

“He promised and Damian always keeps his promises, right?” She smiles warmly at The little half-alien. Thinking of way to stall time before Damian and Jon get home.

Mar’i shook her head, she was wearing a pink dinosaur onesie, curled up on herself, hands in loose fists pressed to her chest, and an apprehensive little frown on her face. “But Mar‘i wants Dami now.”

Raven needs a workable emergency plan. Mar’i hadn’t shown signs of Starfire’s powers but she couldn’t risk upsetting a five year old and unintentionally awake them. This called for backup, a momentary distraction.

Hey Mar’i, would you like to play with someone else?” Raven asked gently, and the girl chewed on her lip and looked down and away. “Do you want me to call Conner?” The Titans pushed and it’s worth it, Mar’i’s head snapped back up to her, glowing green eyes wide with hope, before she looks away again. “I want to play with flyboy.”

“I already texted him. He’ll be here any mi-“ Rose waved her phone at them with a pleased smile on her face only to be abruptly interrupted before Faye could finish speaking.

The door to the room slammed open, making them all jump and jerk their heads towards it. Raven is surprised but already has her shield up, protecting Mar’i who is behind her, her heart hammering in her throat. It took her thirty seconds to recognize the bold invaders.

“What’s wrong with Mar’i? Rose said it was a red code.” Conner urgently demanded, standing in the doorway, a completely destroyed door beyond repair next to him, his electric blue eyes shifting around wildly as if looking for a threat, body braced in a battle stance. “Dude, You didn’t have to destroy the door.” Beast boy appeared, an annoyed expression on his face.

Raven blinks several times, recovering from the shock faster than everyone else, processing Conner’s words. Red code. She gave Rose a reproachful glance.

“What? Could have been one.” Rose said indignantly, and shrugged uninterested. “She wants to play with you, Supernerd.”

“Oh. That’s the emergency?” Conner said in surprise, and straightened up, his face embarrassed, turning red. He shifted a little in place, looking away from them, rubbing at the back of his neck self-consciously. “Um. Sorry for barging in like that...and breaking the door.”

“Well prepare for trouble.” Gar said with a wide smug smirk on his green face, standing next to Conner, elbowing his partner’s side. “And make it double.” Conner mutters playfully. Well, at least the dynamic duo would keep Mar’i entertained buying them time.

Karen broke the tension by laughing. “Damn Kon-El, that was faster than I expected.“ The rest of them started laughing a little too to shake off the nervous energy in the room. It’s not the first time Conner jumps to action and damages the building, but it’s kind of unsettling to have the intensity of Conner usually reserved for criminals and other threats turned on them. Conner kept apologizing nonstop until he locked eyes with Mar’i.

“Do you like the Superheroes, Mar’i?” Conner said smiling at her and instantly wanted to smack himself, of course the kid liked them, her parents were heroes and the rest of her family. He was still getting used to interaction with children. What would Clark do?

The small girl nodded enthusiastically in reply. “Mar’i likes Titans. I’m going to be like mommy and daddy!” She exclaimed, bounding in excitement. Well, at least Conner had managed to break the shell.

He climbs over the mountain of pillows and blankets and sits down on Mar’i’s other side, and the girl immediately scoots a little closer to him, gripping the hem of his baggy shirt, which has Superman’s distinctive Symbol printed across the chest. Conner instinctually put a hand down on the floor behind her back, giving her more space to press against his side. “Why don’t you tell me what you did with the girls today and after Gar will let you ride him while he’s in his dinosaur form.”

“Mar’i watched Totoro and Adventure time and played Race treasure.“ She spoke struggling with the difficult words and looked up at Kon-El, her eyes shimmering with eagerness and excitement.

“Hey! Don’t talk for others.” beast boy complained, looking at him with squinted eyes.

“Come on, BB. Do it for Mar’i.” The little alien approached Gar, opening her arms for a hug. Looking at him with expectant green eyes. “Dactyl.” She kept muttering the word over and over, tugging at Gar’s pants insistently. Gar’s lips turned up ever so slightly, slowly. He looked at her with unsure eyes, and it compelled her to offer a sunny charming smile. When she did beast boy’s face softened, and his shoulders relaxed as he sighed in defeat. “Pterodactyl got it.” He shape-shifted into the flying dinosaur.

They spent around an hour playing ‘catch me’, Mar’i sitting on Gar’s back, Conner flying around the room carefully not to destroy anything else. After ten minutes playing, Donna joined following Raven and the rest of the girls. It was their only chance to act like children, the childhood some never had the opportunity to experience, letting it loose, enjoying at their hearts content. Mar’i was truly a blessing. They decide to take a break when Raven noticed her phone is vibrating. She automatically answered.

“Robin here. Mission was a success. No damage or casualties to report.” Damian said quietly into the phone in his ear, observing the traffic slither along below. “What is the status?” Damian asked tentatively. Part of him was concerned what could happen if he left the Titans looking after Mar’i while he was away. He didn’t doubt Raven was skilled and intelligent, capable of handling the situation. Perhaps he was too alarmed for nothing.

“Under control. We are about to have dinner. Mar’i did ask for you though.” Raven whispered faintly, chewing in her cheek.

Damian took a shaky breath and didn’t hesitate to reply “I’ll let Jon know we are leaving right away. You’re in charge, Raven.” There’s a long silence before Raven realizes Damian hung up. She ran her fingers through her hair. Nothing could Damian Wayne. “It’s time for dinner everyone.” She announced loudly, quickly pulling her attention back to Mar’i.

Everyoone walks towards the kitchen and discussing what they would like to have for dinner: Gar and Conner pizza and she heard Mar’i mention pancakes and mustard.

~~~

That night, dinner was fun. After a few minutes, everyone’s chatting cheerfully, Conner loosened up enough to joke around ever so slightly. He was cautious still, of course, but so was Raven, watching closely Mar’i, she was her responsibility. She seemed to be comfortable with all the Titans. Conner warmed her dinner with his heat vision, making her look in awe. Raven scolded him saying it wasn’t necessary to and it was dangerous. Everyone else laughed merrily. Conner didn’t speak too loud like some of the others, and he wasn’t intimidating, like Damian. There were only few people who could see through Damian’s tough facade. Raven liked his gentle and kindhearted soul. She was sure Mar’i could see them too. When they are almost finish they heard the sound of footsteps approaching. And they were home.

“Where is Mar-Mar? Uncle Jon is here.” A high-pitched voice resonated in the Tower. Followed by a ‘shut your mouth, Kent. You aren’t her uncle.’ Mar’i tilted her head curiously.

"Dami here?" The girl asked, bouncing a little. She cheered when Raven nodded, smiling, thoughts of her uncle Dami whereabouts disappearing from her mind as he walked in, picking her up carefully, she wrapped her small arms round his neck and buried her face in his chest. “Dami.”

“I am here Mar’i.” Damian pats her back affectionately, placing her right on his lap. Damian promised to read her stories until she fell asleep. Jon stood beside him, claiming it was her turn to play with Mar-Mar, and how unfair Damian was being to him, but Damian refused to let go. He had a promise to fulfill and he kept his word.

~~~

It’s dark and comfortable. Raven delighted nights like these the most, when everything feels quiet and unhurried, no drama to deal with. When she can lay down with Damian and just breath, taking comfort in each other’s presence without the need to fill the silence with conversation. It was a much needed break after a long day. Damian for someone who's so tightly packed with muscle, his solid chest, makes an excellent pillow, she decided. A pillow who was currently running his hands through her dark hair. “Did you miss me?” Raven asked teasingly.

“I’d rather be here enjoying your refreshening and warm company than Kent’s” Damian said smugly, voice already rough with sleep. The low sound rumbled through Raven and she finds her mind shutting down without her consent. They were both exhausted.

“It isn’t the same when you aren’t around.” She murmured quietly. Her eyes fluttered, body relaxing as tense muscle melts into jelly.

The door creaked and Damian half twists, lifting his face to look at the door, finding Mar’i in the doorway, standing there in her pajamas, looking unsure and a little scared. “Uhmm. Mar’i wants to sleep with Dami and Rae.” Raven immediately softens and moves making space for her.

“You wanna join us, Mar’i? Come here, it’s snuggle time.” Raven pats the bed, the gesture makes the girl realize it was a sign to get into bed with them.

She pulled the door shut behind her and quickly crawled on the bed, slowly wedging herself under Damian’s arm between Raven and Damian.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked worriedly, sitting up a little. Ready to jump to action if she needed anything. He learnt he couldn’t let his guard down not even when he was relaxing with his soon-to-be girlfriend.

“I couldn’t sleep. I want to watch tv.” Mar’i whispered, her eyes on Damian as if asking for permission. Damian nods approvingly.

“Anything special you want to watch?” Damian questioned, looking over at his niece, as he gets up to get his laptop, placing it in his lap, lifting an arm and putting it over Raven’s shoulders so she can lean back more comfortably and have that little extra space. Mar’i half turns and scoots into a more comfortable position, stretching her tiny legs. “Kiki’s delivery service.” She instantly answered with enthusiasm in her voice.

“Good choice.” Raven grabbed a blue blanket she brought from their new fort room, unfolding it over the three of them.

Mar’i watched the movie with undivided attention, eyelids slowly drooping as the movie flies by until she falls fully asleep pressed against Damian, who was breathing steadily, sleeping peacefully. She felt safe between Raven and Damian, protected, it reminded her of her parents’ warmth and love for her.

~~~

The next morning Damian wakes up to an empty bed. That was not what he excepted. He gets up slowly, mouth uncomfortably dry and with a dull headache from sleeping more than usual. He looked at his phone it read ‘9:00am.’ Tsk. He overslept that was strange but considering how hectic the last weeks has been. It was a possibility his body was suffering extreme fatigue.

Blinking blearily, he made his way downstairs, he stopped when he hears voices from the living room and debated to just say a quick greeting to everyone on his way to the kitchen, or focus on his objective, Raven and Mar’i, but startlingly he gets caught with his mouth half open to speak at the scene in front of him.

“Why is my precious niece floating on a broom?” Damian asked skeptically, not sure of it was a dream or his mind was hallucinating. He finally rubbed the tiredness out of his penetrating keen eyes, watching as Mar’i weightlessly sat on a worn broom, both hands wrapped tightly around it and smiling widely, excitement in her growing green eyes. Raven’s has one hand on the broom, controlling it. So it was real. He reason if she was with Raven she was safe.

“I am a witch like Rae.” She squealed breathlessly.

“Mar’i, I’m not.” Raven shuts her mouth, sighing softly. “You’re a witch. Yes.” She had no idea how Dick and Kori had the energy to deal with the unstoppable hurricane Mar’i Grayson. She supposed it was something she’d find out one day, she told herself. Her violet eyes glancing up to Damian for a second.

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Skate into love.

Raven’s desire to improve pumped adrenaline through her body and she did a couple more small hops as she crossed into a spiral, feeling the music move her accordingly. She didn’t miss a step, the jumps and spins were technically perfect, including the Biellman spin which required extraordinary flexibility. She promised herself she’d obtain that medal soon. Her skating slowed and she breathed hard, skating on both feet as she thought over all of the ways she could improve her performance. However, Raven’s self-criticism was cut short by the sound of coach Wilson whistle. Raven looked up at her, having completely forgotten Rose and her teammates were there. She closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths and forced a small smile on her lips.

Minutes later Raven was sitting down on the bench and sipping water from a bottle.

“That was impressive.” Donna exclaimed walking off the ice, her skates making clunking sounds against the floor. She seemed hesitant for some reason. “You seem to be tense. Are you still upset about the altercation with hockey team?” Right to the point. They have only known each other for three years, but Donna Troy understood Raven in a way that no person ever had before. It never ceased to surprise Raven how well her best friend knew her. Contemplating seriously the question for a minute, she decided there was no reason to be angry about the incident anymore. Manager Allen would address the issue tomorrow.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” She smiled at her friend pushing aside any thoughts regarding the stormy discussion from hours ago. Stretching her arms over her head, allowing her body to cool down, ponytail swaying.

“So....how did you met him?“ Donna spoke up as she and Raven started walking towards the locker rooms, looking at her best friend expectantly.

“Who?” Raven blinked before asking her teammate who she was referring, tilting her head to one side a fraction as she started changing into casual clothes. Black high waisted leggings and an oversized plum tunic top.

“Damian Wayne” Donna pronounced softly the name of her new nemesis. Raven couldn’t express how much it irked her that Wayne had infiltrated her thoughts even during practice. He was rude, insolent, conceited and he got under her skin. It made her guts twist. There was no way that she could ever feel any kind of warmth towards him.

I haven’t updates any of my stories and I don’t know when I will but I’m working on skate into love with my friend. And here’s a teaser of chapter two. Hopefully we will update tomorrow ❤️❤️💜

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I liked you first

Part 1.

Damian Wayne stared at himself in the mirror and adjusted his vibrant green tie that goes perfectly with his emerald eyes once more. Debating if he would much rather rip it off or he should feign illness, to get out of this mess his brother got him involved in. He’d rather be working at the office. Hell, even going with Barbara shopping. Alright, he admitted to himself the last one was a lie. Who was he kidding? Damian Wayne on a blind date? He was certain this would end up badly. Anything but going on this blind date. He’d enough if all the frivolous women going after him because he was the heir to the Wayne fortune and the next President of Wayne Enterprises. He had no desire to start dating despite his family’s pressure. Barbara complaining he urgently needed some feminine company, to decrease his stress level and irritability. Tim mentioned carnal release was the answer. Jason. That idiot. Jason suggested perhaps he was more interested in the opposite gender. ‘Don’t worry, D. In this house we love you, no matter who you decide to bone.’ Those were Jason’s words. Damian growled. That bastard. That wasn’t the reason.

But this wasn’t any blind date. He’d have turned down the date pushed at him, by his oldest brother, Richard and his fiancée Kory, at least they were tolerable. They thought it was about time for him to get out there and find himself a decent woman.

But this date the one he couldn’t turn down, unavoidably, the one he was agonizing over the last week, going through different outfits until he picked meticulously one. It was his childhood friend’s sister. Rachel Kent. Jonathan Kent’s sister. His best friend, who in all likelihood had no idea he was going on a date with his precious sister. Not that he hated the idea of dating her. But Rachel was a childhood memory. She was a child the last time he saw her, that was when his father decided to sent him away, to study abroad, in Switzerland, where he spent almost 10 years. Jonathan had cried his eyes out and begged his Father to let him stay. He had vague memories of a dark-haired girl with electric blue eyes, running away to hide in the old barn that day.

Some of his best childhood memories were spent in the Kents farm; exploring the woods, climbing trees, making forts, morning picnics, laying on the stored hay in the barn, with his best friend, Jon and their Labrador retriever, Krypto.

For reasons he couldn’t understand Rachel was constantly hiding from him. Nevertheless, there were times were he caught her gazing at him thoughtfully, but immediately when their eyes met she’d look away and pronounced an excuse to leave the room as soon as possible. Always walking away from him. It pissed him off. He recalled asking Jon several times the reason behind her baffling behavior. He simply shrugged it off saying it was nothing, every time. Tsk. What was there to dislike? He found himself frowning annoyed at the memory. His ego obviously wounded. Why did she agree to this date if she couldn’t even stand him? She was a little girl back then, maybe she changed her mind.

He reached for his phone that had been on silent the whole time. His eyes stopped on three missed calls from Richard, a meeting reminder eith the board directors tomorrow at 10:00 am. That was covered, he spotted another reminder for his date tonight at 8:00pm. A date he was seriously considering to reschedule, yet a part of him wanted to go out of curiosity.

About 30 seconds later his phone was buzzing. Damian rolled his eyes, he didn’t need to look at the screen to identify the caller.

“Anything you forgot to mention, Richard or you would like to escort me in person?” He answered in an ice-cold tone.

“Hey, I worked hard to set this up for you?” Dick replies defensively.

“Do I need to remind you I didn’t ask for this? But thank you for finding new way to torture me, brother.” He tackled sarcastically.

“Who knows, you might even thank me one day, little brother.” Richard joked, letting out a chuckle. He heard Damian say ‘I highly doubt it.’ “But no one likes to be stood up, Dami.” Richard remarked serious.

“I’m going to kill you, Grayson.” He threatened his brother, anger in his voice.

“Damian, I’m serious. You better show up or I’ll come and find you and kick your stubborn ass personally.” He spoke firmly and frankly. “Aren’t you running late?” He added.

Damian sighed there was no way out of this. “I’ll be there on time. You have my word.”

“Wow. No bailing. I’m proud of you. She’ll meet you there. You know, our usual place.” Dick reminded him, sounding more excited than his own brother. “Be a gentleman and escort her back home. Rachel is Clark’s treasure.” He finished.

“I got it, dad.” He muttered with irony before hanging up.

He took the suit coat hanging on a chair. He looked at himself in the mirror again, making sure everything was in order and he looked well groomed. Presentable. And he did. He wasn’t nervous. At all. No. He didn’t have to commit more than a dinner. A brief conversation, a decent meal, a bottle of wine, get her home safely, and he could be on his merry way. No other obligations. It would be over.

Damian Wayne had no idea how wrong he was.

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Shadows and thorns

Part VII

Do not tell lies save it’s absolutely necessary. This was something that John Constantine insisted upon, drilled into his protégée’s head from an early age. When Queen Arella passed away due to a difficult childbirth, but she insisted on delivering the babe in her womb, defying the odds. The least Constantine could do for the poor woman was stay true to this word and protect the child. A man is only as good as his word is what his old friend, Lord Giovanni Zatara would say. It was truth that bred honor, his honor was indeed questioned in some circumstances and honor was the greatest currency the men in the Azarath had. And Constantine trusted Rhachel heeded his words as her guardian, as he had raised her to fulfill duty with honor and pride.

He had his suspicious. She had grown particularly quiet. She engaged in hushed conversations with her new Lady-in-waiting when they think John is not looking. But he did not anticipated this event. The crown Prince of Nanda Parbat asked for her hand in marriage. John knows Rhachel is an old and untamed soul, gentle and fierce, both exist in her, she’s intelligent and fair-minded but he also knows she has much more to learn of the cruel world. He did what he had to do to ensure the safety of their beloved homeland.

"Are you planning to accept it?" She asked with anxiousness in her voice, breaking the glassy silence that formed around them. John kept striding furiously around the her chamber, his face is marred with worry lines. He hasn’t uttered a single word. He remained silent, fists clenched, trapped between two choices: Wallace West or Damian Al Ghul. The Prince of Shadows.

John Constantine stiffened a little, the expectancy in the air took him by surprise and once again, he couldn’t assimilate the events, how in the seven hells this happened on his watch, those amethyst eyes of hers were scrutinizing him silently. His protégée was a free spirit, with deep roots in Azarath, firmly planted and not easily uprooted, he had let her go one day but leave her here with those poisonous vipers. Observing Wallace West, the young Lord wasn’t attentive to his betrothed at all. He had not expected Rhachel’s blossoming relationship with the Crown Prince of Nanda Parbat. Not Westlands. That sly and proud child.

“How did it come to this? How did you two meet?” John’s strong voice rumbled between the four stone walls, and for a moment, she thought time stopped. Her future was in the air, whether John would break the betrothal to the West heir and accept Damian or refuse it. She wasn’t certain. But she sensed his agitation. Her guardian constantly said do not tell lies, but John didn’t understand what brutal honesty looked like. Not like she did. He had not felt a heart like Rhachel.

“Prince Damian?” Rhachel nervously licked her lips then asked softly. Constantine could see the wheels working in her mind, and he’s sure she considered for a solid minute, lying to him. Instead she simply shrugged her shoulders and attempted to sound casual. “We met a few times, and we danced at the feast.” She was falling for him when she saw him at the royal stables and whispered those words to her, when she asked her for a dance at the banquet; it was the first time she didn’t feel so alone in the world, and when they spoke, drowning in his velvety voice, professing his affection for her, she felt her legs go weak. Damian. Heat accumulated on her cheeks.

“You are to marry Wallace West, that’s was the arrangement.” Constantine took a deep breath and tried to reason with the young girl. Truly, he cared for her, he feared for her safety, her heart breaking, she was a gentle soul. Ra’s could use her powers for his personal advantage, for his own desire to conquer more lands. They were in such a particularly worrisome predicament, to say the least. 

“What of my choices? Do I have no say in this?” She demanded boldly for the first time in years and regretted the words the instant she said them, but she had too much pride to take them back. She did know she had to marry Wallace West. She learned that in this world being a royal meant privileges but they came with inevitable obligations. A world where harsh realities knocked a little girl’s dreams of gallant knights out of her head and filled the aching emptiness with lessons about politics and duty. She had a kingdom to think about...but Damian had promised to find a solution.

John was looking at her the way he did when he discovered she had left the tower to play with Garfield at the market town. Lady Zatanna feigned innocence, she didn’t know about their little trip. It was a disapproving stare, filled with exasperation and just a hint of lividness. "Who you wed has always been my decision.”

Hot tears stung her eyes. She could not remain calm any longer. “Your decision?" She cries out, digging her nails into her palms so she wouldn't sob. She wished Lady Zatanna was there because she would never deny Rhachel’s happiness. "How can it be your decision when I am the one getting married? Shouldn't I be able to choose?” But you don’t her mind whispered. You are the last daughter of Azarath, yet what you want does not matter. It took her several beats to perceive how the gilt-wood dressing mirror was weekly shaking, her powers manifesting. She sat in the edge of the bed, a brief moment to collect her thoughts. Concentrate.

Constantine sighed as he sat next to her quietly. Bullocks, he would kill for more wine. He breathed in, filling his lungs with fresh air and exhaled slowly. “Love, you are my responsibility. You are the daughter I never had.” She was his daughter in many ways, not in the blood ties but in the one that mattered. The older man gazed affectionately at the young woman, she wasn’t a little girl anymore, counting in his head all the times she made his temper explode with her occurrences and rare disobedience, influenced by that servant boy, Garfield no doubt. How hard would be to say goodbye when the day comes.

“It’s not you. I don’t trust them.” John’s quiet for a beat, staring pensively at the dressing mirror. The Crown Prince seemed to be a good man, and word has never reached him of the man being nothing other than clever, an expert rider, a talented swordsman, and a beloved Royal. Ra’s however was another story, hearing to shocking and blood-curling tales about what he did to Lord Wayne. Rhachel would not share his unfortunate fate. No. He assured softly, cupping her chin in his hand. “I am simply advising you to choose wisely.” Frankly, no man was worthy of Rhachel. The mystic Azarathian flower that blooms once in hundred years.

“Then trust me, when I’m choosing Damian.” Rhachel spoke solemnly, sight fixed on him. John raised questioningly his brow at the absence of titles, absurd formalities in his humble opinion. But it made his chest tighten. Damian. Not Prince Damian. His fingertips traced her jawline in silence. He wondered if he could take the word of this Al Ghul prince. Zatanna would confirm it.

“You win, love.” Constantine conceded, shaking his head, then his strong arms surrounded her thin figure protectively. “Try not to destroy entirely Ahsan Manzil palace.” He teased, pinching her pale cheeks, an amused smirk on his lips and hers formed a lovely smile for him. Her tender orbs full of promising hope and intense emotion. She was happy. Beaming with pure joy.

"Princess Rhachel Al Ghul" She teased in a whisper, beginning to take a liking to it, and her guardian only laughed.

Notes: I have no idea when I’ll be able to finish this chapter because it’s filled with important conversations and a new character but here’s half of the chapter. Constantine and Raven 😩😩😩😭😭❤️

I apologize for taking such a long time but i have a lot to research and study for thus chapter and the future ones, but don’t worry there will be a damirae moment in the second part.

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Trial boyfriend

Part 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24891877/chapters/62454667

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Shadows and thorns

Chapter 8

So we have finally the complete chapter 8 and there’s new characters and important conversations. We shall have a wedding soon 👀👀👀👀😂😂😂💜💜💜❤️

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Trial boyfriend

Part 4

I live!! I can’t promise updates soon because I’m struggling with some serious health complications but it took me a week to write this. Sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy. I will never give up on Damirae 😭😭😭💜💜

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Fly with me

Chapter II: Necessary Conversations.

Damian was a hard hitter. He was viciously tackling the sandbag in the training room, striking punches, furiously. Attempting to reduce his frustration and anger. He’d been training two hours before with his sword, as usual, fighting the system’ holograms, all the possible targets, not missing even one. A temporary distraction, to get what was exactly bothering him off his mind. It wasn’t enough, so he found another activity to release accumulated stress and deal with his volatile emotions.

He didn’t need to look back to perceive Richard’s presence in the room. He chose to ignore it and continue with his activity.

“You know, sometimes I’m relieved you don’t possess super-strength. You’d have destroyed the entire tower years ago. Isn’t it a bit late for night training?” Dick said jokingly, his voice echoed through the room.

Damian frowned irritated, eyes narrowed. “Is there anything you need from me, Grayson or you simply have a death wish.” He growled annoyed at his brother.

“I come here in peace.” He splayed his hands in the air. “Maybe have a brotherly bonding moment?” Noticing his brother’s jaw clenched, he asked harmlessly.

“I guess it’s the second. I’ve warned you to stay out of my personal business.” Damian glared at him, furious. Yet, he realized throwing wild punches wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“Look, I’m just here as an older brother concerned about my little brother’s behavior.” Dick sighed, genuinely worried. It was his job as his older brother, his mentor in a way. Damian had a hard time expressing his feelings, but he wasn’t the assassin, cynical child he met years ago. “Just know, if you’re willing to talk, I’m here to listen. No judgment. Not a word out of this room. I promise.” He spoke quietly with a sincere expression.

Damian meditated Dick’s words for a couple of minutes. He was unsure. He knew he could trust Richard, he’d been there for him, after all his mistakes, putting up with his irritable and touchy temper. Truthfully, Dick Grayson earned his trust and respect.

“How about a quick spar and chat between brothers?” Dick suggested, approaching Damian and putting his hand on the young Robin’s shoulder.

“If you’re sure you can multitask. Bring it on, Grayson.” Damian spoke challenging him. Unhooking his sword belt and tossing it aside.

Damian charged throwing his body and frustration, in to the strike with full-force, which Dick evaded rapidly. Soon they were both into it. Damian barely dodged a flying kick aimed at his temple.

Dick took a solid punch to his shoulder, strong but not enough to actually harm him. Nonetheless it almost threw him from his feet. “You aren’t holding back. What’s on your mind, Dami?” His breathing quickened, the first drops of sweat on his forehead.

His shoulder would be sore tomorrow.

“I asked Raven to the Wayne Gala.” The green eyed man says as he ducks in time under Dick’s swing. He throws an elbow into his older brother’s stomach, but Nightwing was fast enough to step back and avoid it.

“Oh. So she’s your plus one. Isn’t that great news? Your first date. About time.” He grinned widely, sweat covering his face now. Perhaps he needed to spend more time training. Damian was definitely getting better.

Dick attacked, Damian brought his hands up defensively and caught the blow with his forearm. “I think she’s feeling rather insecure about it. Our relationship changing, making it public, how it’s going to affect my image as a Wayne. On top her origins and appearance, I’m assuming.” He said gasping for air. He was starting to feel the effects of his long training session finally.

He didn’t care if she was only half human. She left a mark on him the night she whispered those words to him ‘But in your heart, you’re a kind and generous soul’. She’d seen through him even when he was insufferable as she described, that angry and proud kid. Did she think he was a vain person who let looks influence his feelings and decisions? For fucks sake, she was insanely beautiful. A goddess walking among mortals. The most exquisite creature with the kindest heart he ever laid his eyes on. This situation was exasperating.

Grayson shifted his stance bringing his hands up quickly at Damian’s face with a palm strike. But the young Robin overstepped the strike, weaving to Dick’s left. He drove one fist into his opponent’s stomach and the other into his lowers ribs with only half his strength. The older man absorbed the attacks the best he could. Damian was becoming an amazing fighter. No doubt. His proud older brother was certain he’d surpass him soon.

Damian stood his ground, eyeing Richard, waiting for a counter attack when Dick made a sign to let him know he could stop.

“Alright, I admit defeat for now. Maybe you need to calm down and give me a break.” Dick managed to say panting as he laughed breathlessly. Damn that hurt. He’d need an ice-pack for his ribs.

“Maybe you’re getting old, Grayson.” The tanned Robin arched his eyebrow and threw his brother a mocking grin.

“Shut up, kid. I’m just tired. Running the tower, patrolling and dealing with you every time you throw a fit. It’s not easy.” He said defeated, you could hear the fatigue in his voice, his expression masking his frustration. “Still, you’re my irreplaceable little brother.” Damian opened his mouth for a second, he didn’t speak but offered his hand to his brother, smiling sincerely. Both brothers shook hands and laughed loudly, resonating through the room.

The walked to the bench that ran along one of the training room’s walls, sitting down. Dick let out a sigh of exhaustion. His ribs hurt every time he breathed. Damian handed him a bottle of water as he started drinking his own. Damian staring at his hands, they were shaking, but his mind seemed to be somewhere else. There was a long pause before he spoke hesitant “I’m not quite sure how to handle these emotions.” He admitted, his emotional battle showing on his face, storming in his eyes.

“Have you ever thought that maybe if you stopped burying those feelings all the damn time, it would be easier. You don’t have to be this impenetrable wall, Damian. We are family and we do care for you, even when you don’t wish to see it.” Okay it was out. He’s had enough of his brother trying to become their father, this obsessive control behavior wasn’t healthy, they both knew it. It never stops, it consumes you gradually until there’s nothing left but the damn code.

“You know, we have a responsibility, a mission, the code. Father-“ Damian speech was interrupted by Dick’s shout.

“STOP IT. Do you honestly want to become Bruce? Is that what you really want for your future, Damian?” Richard grabbed his brother’s broad shoulders, shaking him out of this Batman code brainwash, utterly frustrated at this point. “Yes, he took us in, taught us a better way, but also a lesson, not make the same mistakes.” There was no way he was letting Damian become another Batman. His adoptive father did so much for him. He was thankful for his presence in his life, but he wasn’t blind, anyone could see the loneliness and trauma in his eyes. The path he chose.

Eyes wide open. Hearing Richard’s words was quite shocking for Damian, it made him question if he path he was following was the right one. Did he want to be like his father? He couldn’t think of anything to say. Contradict Dick.

“Remember everything he taught you and use it to become a better man. That’s all you can do.” Dick gently patted him on his back. Looking him in the eye, his blue eyes telling him ‘I know you can do it. Be better.’

The face of Raven crossed his mind. Realization hit him. He was aware of his feelings for her, all those moments they spent together. They were a gift. Her kindness and tenderness had penetrated his shields. He wanted more. More of those moments. More of her. Her. Completely. Wholly. He didn’t understand how strong his feelings and desires were until tonight.

“Now. Go take your girl on that Gala date and let her know about those feelings. She’s an empath but can’t read your mind, genius.” Dick teased him, smirking. “Have fun but don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. If you need help taking care of things, at the Manor I’ve got some-“ Damian’s furious glare stopped him from finishing.

“Save it, Grayson. You’re years late, I already know everything I need to. Besides, it won’t be necessary and it’s nobody’s business but mine.” Damian snarled, looking extremely pissed at his brother’s suggestion.

“I was simply offering.” Dick shrugged, smiling, playing the innocent. “I’ll give you the keys tomorrow. But don’t tell him I gave them to you.” Thus sparked Damian’s interest.

“You have my word I’ll be careful. I’m old enough now. He isn’t stopping me.” Damian replied content. He couldn’t wait for the weekend.

He was about to leave the room and head back to his room, his fatigue was evident. Before he stopped for a moment at the door. “Grayson” he said getting the older man’s attention.

“For the first time, I admit you’re right about our conversation. I appreciate and thank you for your advice.” Dick looked surprised for a minute but smiled and told Damian that’s what brothers do. Damian nodded and whispered “Goodnight...brother.” Before closing the door, his figure disappearing into the dark.

“He’d a good kid.” He said to himself proudly. Before coughing. His damn ribs. He needed that ice as soon as possible. “Throws some killer punches.” Massaging his side in pain and walking out of the training room.

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Special Mission

Friday evening finds Raven sprawled on the floor of one of the empty rooms in the Titans Tower. Dick had given them permission to convert one of the rooms into a hang out spot since it wasn’t being used for anything else, and tonight the female Titans joined forces to transform it in the biggest, fluffiest, softest, ultra-cozy pillow fort in existence. Tonight was an special occasion. Mar’i was staying over tonight for the first time.

There’s a mountain of pillows, a few bean bag chairs, and soft blankets in light colors covering every inch of the floor. A couple board games are stacked to the side, such as: Chutes and ladders, Race to the treasure, The floor is lava, which isn’t practical if you are playing with a speedster, half-kryptonians and other meta humans, if you asked Rose or Tim. Not too far from there is a television and gaming system Jon and Beast Boy set up. Gar brought some games Mar’i enjoyed last time she visited.

There are a couple of bedsheets hung overhead to give off the effect of a tent, soft fairy lights in pastel colors strung along the edges with adjustable brightness, illuminating the enclosed space. It was Rose’s brilliant idea. The new Titan member claimed to be not good dealing with children but proved to have a gift for decorating.

As soon as Raven stepped inside the room, she thought it definitely contrasted if compared with her room, designed around a dark colors palette. She was completely positive the little girl would like it though. Truth be told Raven was tired and wanted nothing but wrap a blanket around herself and sleep for the next two days. The only thing keeping her from doing it was just little Mar’i standing close to her and looking at everything with wide dreamy eyes, her bare toes wiggling into the softness of blankets. She let out a high-pitched, girlish giggle. The mission tonight was to make certain Mar’i was entertained and safe her first night away from her parents. Piece of cake.

Who wants a special Titans babysitting oneshot? 🙈🙈🙈

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Fly with me

Chapter III: Take a chance on us.

The tower was silent, the rest of the occupants not yet awake. The pale pink light of an autumn morning was beginning to color the horizon. Raven couldn’t sleep. She woke up a bit earlier than usual. She brew a cup of Earl Grey, added a small pitch of milk, two teaspoons of honey. Done. She was sitting quietly, started sipping her tea as she recalled the events of yesterday. She’s always been honest and open with Damian, over the years they became close comrades, friends, things changed though, lately she felt troubled looking at him in the eye. His observant eyes perceive every little detail. Her stomach was in knots and it seemed to be something not even meditation could solve. She found herself losing focus. The reason? Thoughts of Damian consuming her, completely, slowly, like a fire spreading. She had to find a way to fix this.

She heard light footsteps on the kitchen floor. She turned and looked back to find Kori.

“Raven, I’m sorry if I startled you.” Kori’s soft voice said as she smiled serenely.

“Kori, you’re up early. Good morning.” Raven replied weakly, it was evident she didn’t have a goodnight.

“Morning to you. I was sent on a mission to get an ice-pack and a mug of black coffee, for Richard.” She explained as she proceeded to brew the drink for her partner. However the Tamaranian noticed Raven’s bewildered look on her face. “Raven, is something particularly bothering you?” She asked eyebrows knit together in concern.

Raven looked at her for a minute. How was she supposed to explain the situation. It was strange and silly. On second thought, perhaps Kori could guide her, give her an idea of how to handle her emotional conflict.

“I’m not quiet sure how to deal with certain new emotions surging. It’s overwhelming at times.” She confessed.

Kori nodded and took Raven’s hand in her own. “Does these new emotions involve Damian, by any chance?” The older woman carefully inquired.

The dark haired teenager opened her eyes widely in surprise. “How did you know?”

“Call it woman’s instinct.” Kori replied confidently. There was more to it. Raven knew it. She raised her eyebrows in a silent question. “Alright. Richard did mention Damian is going through a similar situation. They had a bonding moment last night.” She gave Raven an apologetic smile, her cheeks flushed.

Raven has never been so mortified in her life and Kori was telling her, Damian Wayne, always calm, collected, disciplined, sure he had a bad temper at times, sharp tongue, but he appeared to be in control all the time. Those fits of emotions she was getting through her empathic powers were also Damian’s. Raven seemed to be notoriously absentminded, lost in her tangled thoughts. But why did they affect her so much?

She felt the weight of Kori’s hand fall on her shoulder, catching her attention, snapping back to reality. “You two have gotten intimately close over the years. Have you considered you are developing romantic feelings for each other?” The alien ex-princess asked pointedly.

She held her breath as she considered Kori’s question. Romantic feelings. It hit her like splashed water on her face. Was Damian romantically interested in her? He did ask her on a date. She was going to meet his family, formally. Oh Azar. She didn’t want to take it too seriously. Because Of her insecurities, she felt inadequate. She wasn’t human like the, after all. Even so Damian wasn’t the type of person to play around, he means his words and actions. When did this start? How? Why her? She wondered how long he has harbored affection for her. And did she like him? Of course, she did, but falling in love was never supposed to be part of her life. Until you met him she thought. In her heart he was unparalleled to anything in the universe. She admired his intelligence, his passion, he’d shown her he could be kind and thoughtful, stood up for justice in a world that was often more focused on doing what was more comfortable. He was also very attentive to her and gentle. She loved those sides of him.

“I have feelings for Damian Wayne.” Raven said quietly, speaking the words into existence, practically falling over the weight of the words she just said.

“Doesn’t it feel nice to admit it?” Kori teased her, smiling warmly.

“Oh, Kori. I have no idea what to do about it.” Raven but her lip, covering her face embarrassed.

Kori nodded, understanding her friend’s concern. “I think it’s something you two should discuss. That’s my advice. Honesty is always the answer in these cases. In my humble opinion.”

“Thanks, Kori. For your words and listening.” Her leader nodded and told her it’s what friends are for. She left the kitchen, deciding to meditate to regain composure. Think clearly before speaking with Damian about their developing bond.

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Hours later, she standing in front of Damian’s door. She tried to gather courage to knock. Anxiety had poooled in her chest. She was about to do it when the door opened, the figure of Damian appearing in front of her. Both looking surprised, to see each other. She couldn’t help but smile, her heart fluttering. Had his eyes always been this beautiful, like two pools of the deepest, richest green known to human kind? His strong jawline. Apparently her presence astounded him.

“Hey, I was about to find you.” Damian said casually. Going back to his neutral expression.

“Oh. Anything you need? I also wanted to have a word with you.” Raven said looking away, feeling heat on her cheeks, her nerves getting the best of her.

“I was going to ask you. Would you mind accompanying me to walk Titus?” Damian muttered serious, masking his emotions. Be in control. Reminded himself.

“Sure. I’d love to. We can talk on the way to the park.” Raven said quietly, almost in a whisper. It’s not the first time they walk Titus together.

The park was relatively quiet for a Thursday afternoon. There were a few joggers. Other dog owners walking their canine friends or more like canines with their humans, because most of the time it seemed like the dogs made the rules. Except Titus. Damian trained him personally, and he proved be obedient and a fast learner.

Damian let Titus off his leash, he did it for a little time on their walks, so that he could get a good run and taste of freedom. He never went too far though. However sometimes he’d come back bringing an abandoned ball or an empty soda can. Damian raised his eyebrows and gave him a look and somehow Titus knew it wasnt a toy to play with. But Raven loves spoiling him, playing with him, giving him secret treats she thinks Damian doesnt know about. He didn’t mind pretending he wasn’t aware of it, if it made her happy.

“Raven” he repeated her name. “Have I done something to offend you?” He asked considering if he did something incorrect. “You haven’t said a word the entire time.”

“No!” She said loudly and feeling guilt, tentatively taking a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Actually, I want to apologize for my behavior these last days.” They were so close, she gulped nervously.

“Apologize? Why? Care to elaborate?” He said firmly, calm. His eyebrows rising questioning her.

“Perhaps I gave you the idea I wasn’t taking your proposal seriously. The date.” She exhaled. Getting a weight off her chest. Those mixed feelings messing with her again. The words stuck in her throat.

“Damian” she said holding her breath, her throat dry, heart speeding. “You like me.” said in a low voice, only Damian was able to hear it. Raven bit her lip painfully once she realized what she just said. Damian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at her words. He looked at her, analyzing her expression. Choosing his words carefully. He took a step forward.

“Yes. I like you.” He said slowly, his tone firm, direct, speaking with all seriousness. His eyes locking with hers. That was the truth, why deny it anymore? He liked to think he was doing things properly.

Even knowing it, hearing it from him, made her heart soar. Wishing to hear him say it again, and again. She didn’t want to give herself the pleasure to replay the moments in her mind. She had questions.

“But. Why?” He cut her in. He was frowning and suppressing his temper. It was exasperating how blinded she was by her self-doubts. He wanted to make his feelings and intentions clear.

“Please, stop and listen to me.” He pleaded. “How could you not understand why?” concealing his anger at her incomprehension, not understanding all the things she was. Things he discovered everyday about her. Everything she was becoming. He exhaled his frustration. And cleaned his throat.

“I could tell you a million reasons why I harbor romantic feelings for you. It’s something complicated to describe in detail. If you’d let me, I’ll, do it. But I’d rather show you.” He confessed.

He took her hands in his. They were warm, practically engulfing her small, pale hands in his larger, rougher ones. Those precious hands. Hers. His eyes were the same as they had been yesterday burning and filled with desire and passion. Her heart skipped a beat and her mouth went dry. She was breathless at his declaration.

“There’s no one quite like you. There’s only one Raven. The one I want.” Damian murmured, his voice low, soft, expressing all his devotion. “This date is a chance for us to see everything we could be together.” She took a deep breath, found truth in his emerald eyes and nodded silently. Agreeing. She would do it. Take a chance. Damian only sneezed her hands still in his gently.

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Trial boyfriend

Part 3

“Why are you always trying to sit next to Raven?” Conner whined, glaring sharp daggers at Damian like his presence is offensive when he sits comfortably next to her on the sofa. “You even made her ride with you this time.” He can detect his discontent with the situation. The typical chaos of the group of friends is only the calm before the storm, Damian knows this well. This would be pure torture, the exception was that this week he got the opportunity to shut Conner’s mouth as Raven’s ‘boyfriend’.

She sighed in exasperation, weighs the words in her head, about to point out that she is perfectly capable of making her own decisions and no one, not even Damian Wayne can force her do anything, but the words catch in her throat the instant calloused fingers brushed lightly against her own. Oh right, Damian is supposed to be her boyfriend for this trip, she feels her heart beat faster for a moment, when she feels a gentle squeeze, that being her cue. It’s only pretense she reminds herself mentally. They touched frequently in a platonic way, declared each other their best friends, and lived together in a tower their teenage years for God’s sakes and here she was feeling a bit nervous about holding hands as a formal couple? That would be ridiculous at this point. Damian doesn’t waste time, by pulling their hands intertwined into her lap and he can feel the second everyone’s eyes fall on them, and she’s pretty sure a pin dropping would be deafening at this moment. The uncomfortable silence of unexpected secrets revealed.

She’d told him in the car on the way over, that maybe they should abandon the plan altogether, that it was too drastic, how would they make it believable, her cautious optimism transforming into severe anxiety. “I got everything covered, Raven. It’ll be alright.” He had told her confidently, the way poised and coolheaded at all times Damian did, and she wasn’t too sure herself about this so she’d turned the jazz music up to drown out her worries.

Jon is the first to break the prolonged silence with his excitement. “No kidding me. You two are dating?!” She’d anticipated his shock, but not the large boyish grin that came with it and the rollercoaster of emotions of the room. Did Damian tell him what was really going on? “Finally. You guys have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this!” Jon immediately rushed to congratulate them not containing his infectious enthusiasm about his best friends dating.

She waited for an inconspicuous wink or some sign that suggests he’s in on this, but it doesn’t come. His excitement is real, genuine. It was plastered all over his face. Sweet and innocent Jon. She hated herself for lying to him. She squeezed Damian’s thumb hard enough to make Damian let out a grunt, which he attempts to mask with a small coughing fit. And there the unstoppable questions start, Raven trying to figure out which question answer first, opening and closing her mouth amid the havoc. Raven winced slightly at the loudness of the all of their friends. It is Damian who took the initiative to stop it.

"One at a time, for God's sake!" Damian shouted over the commotion, shutting them all up. Once he has everyone’s undivided attention, he clears his throat. “We thought we’d tell everyone now since we’re all together.” He sighed exasperated at his friends’ childish actions, rubbing his temples. Sometimes he swears he’s the only adult capable of behaving around these gossips.

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