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A Comic cover I made for the Demonbirds 😈

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The sheer number of times I've tried drawing the batbros and aborted mission man 😂 they're hard to nail, (EsSPECIaLly YOu DICK GRAYSON) but I kinda like how this one came out?! Anyways, I thought it'd be usable as a screensaver somewhere so here's that for y'all 👉🏻🩷

Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

Extract

They sat facing each other in silence. They were not very talkative people, Damian had been one of the few people who kept their emotions and feelings hidden behind an impenetrable wall, trained since childhood to be the perfect soldier and not to make mistakes, never giving the enemy the chance to use any emotion as a weakness, with all that was the person who understood most possibly because they had no social skills and had pasts from which they could not escape. Birds of the same feather. 

From request | Perhaps I could provide you with some demonbirds content? ;)

Damirae 2020- Day 4

Forbidden fruit

(Inspired by Mr. and Mrs. Smith)

How has your marriage been?

Damian: Alright.

Rachel: Not so much… We are busy people, we have a job to keep and issues to resolve, it may not be going as we want, but it happens to everyone. It is normal.

He needed to know how they feel about each other. Can you summarize your partner in three words?

Rachel: Damian is ... Distant, arrogant and insufferable.

Damian: His judgment is terrible, difficult to read and is sarcastic.

How long have you been married?

Rachel: We've been three years.

Damian: Three years, eleven months and one day. That is more than three years.

This may be a question that will surprise you, but I need to know. If you would rate your sex what numbers would you give it?

Rachel: Excuse me?

Damian: What does that have to do with it?

You came to couples’ therapy; I am also a sex therapist. My diplomas are hanging on the wall, I thought you had seen them.

Rachel: Isn't it wrong to rate sexual intercourse?

Damian: It would be a 3, or a 4. What, Rachel? We have been without sex for months.

That is not a good thing, Mrs. Wayne. Let's move on to another question, are you honest with one another?

Rachel: Yes. Quit.

Damian: I am honest, but I am also a believer that not everything can be counted.

***

Damian was running late. Lying in bed she looked askance at the clock that read 3:35 AM, there was no trace of his presence and she tries to give her an excuse; Maybe he was late for his job at the company or delayed because the trip from Gotham to Jump City is long.

Their marriage may not be having a good time, but that does not make them precisely unfaithful. Rachel still loves him, he still has his heart in her hands, but she feels how the wall that separates them becomes thicker.

How long before it’s too late for apologies? because one of the two would get tired.

She wants a home, a place to call her own, but she gets an empty bed, hollow glances, and short answers. Damian could call her whenever he wanted, he would have her, but he knows it doesn't work like that, because the last time they opened their hearts to each other was to admit that this marriage was not going as they wanted and they agreed that they would work on their relationship, they would do their part.

By being late without justification, was he doing your part?

Damian had given her a beautiful house, stability, and a love match. He is an ordinary civilian, they had promised not to be left alone, but she was. Maybe she was more sincere….

Looking at his empty spot, his side of the bed has the sheets intact and a small pile of poetry books on the nightstand, she feels her heart drop to her stomach. She can't help but feel hurt with him for leaving her with the uncertainty itching inside her, her mind flies to directions she doesn't want, and everything is about to fall apart.

Her phone rings, and it's not personal.

"We need you here. Now. "

Kory's voice is clear, it sounds urgent and there is a sound of explosions in the distance. Her mind clears, she has to go help her friends now.

With a gesture she summons her uniform, her hood is over her head and his identity as a superhero takes place, he sticks the cell phone to his ear "Who attacks? "

"It is the League of Assassins."

She frowns.

And opens a portal to the area where the fight is.

***

I won't be able to go to sleep.

Family problems.

-Damian.

***

Starfire asks them to meet in the tower when the fight ends. The sun caresses the mountains dyeing the sky a pink tone, and sighs watching the message on his phone, at least, she would not have to give an explanation why she did not spend the night at home.

The battle with the League of Assassins was not so long, she had stayed in a hiding place where she could control, while the young Titans fought with the criminals, she covered the team's back. Something about this group made her uneasy, it was like walking in the dark only guided by movement, she compared them with the followers of HIV, there was no soul or feelings to manipulate, they seemed like empty bodies. It gave her the chills just remembering it.

They congregate around the central panel, where an image of a dagger sheltered in the cellars of the bank is observed, it has a transparent reddish blade and it looks sharp, along with a leather handle. At first glance it does not seem harmless, dare to say that the dagger is for decoration, that it is intended to be beautiful, but to not be used.

It is not true.

According to the investigation of the Titans, the League of Assassins is behind a dagger made of a precious stone called ´´The Blood Diamond´´, it belonged to Ra´s Al Ghul and ended up in the cellars of the Bank of Jump City, after the Dark Justice League destroyed his plans to eliminate all magical beings, at the request of the Justice League.

It is said that the blood diamond is made from the bone and cartilage of the defeated, these are cooked in an oven to the ashes, the ash is compressed and the diamond is obtained, a single cut of that gemstone could invalidate beings magical, like her.

She can't imagine how many bones it took to forge a dagger.

Heroes that their powers are born from magic would be affected by the diamond cut, most magical beings have accelerated healing abilities and with a single cut they could never heal.

Raven flinches.

Kory's gaze pierces her "We've already relocated it to our warehouses. They must know that it is imperative that it be protected from all threats. "

There is an assent, she feels the fear of Halo, that her powers of regeneration also come from magic, without them she would have died a long time ago. There is an atmosphere of uncertainty when the new members leave, it is dangerous to keep such a dangerous object in their warehouses; they had made the tower of the titans a target for the league of assassins.

"Where's Dick?" Beast Boy asks. He hadn't seen him in two weeks, as he is currently an active member of the young justice team, he is surprised at how little has changed since he was a teenager. He looks at Kory. She was not here.

The alien keeps her gaze on the screens.

"He had a private matter to solve," he answers softly.

Richard can be as reserved as Batman when he wants, but he shows more emotions and had received her with open arms when he felt lost, when he was a girl who had escaped from a hellish dimension carrying pain and suffering that she wants to bury in the deepest Deep in her being, he had helped her, given her a family and showed a way of life: Protect the innocent, but he is also an idiot, dense as a brick and emotionally hurt by a past that he cannot push aside.

She knows that Kory will not share information about Dick, she would keep his secrets, although they will beg her to open up, she wants to ask her how she is carrying him; Marriages are complicated and she did not expect a path covered in rose petals, still they make it look so easy.

"How's your husband doing, Rae?"

His eyes are on her and she can't tell them he hadn't gotten to sleep, that she ran away as soon as they contacted her to run away from an empty bed and the feeling of loneliness that was killing her. She had that whole huge house to herself in that posh neighborhood, but she felt trapped.

He wanted to go back to the moment they met on the undercover mission in that bar in Miami. Raven was on a covert mission with the Titans, they had to gather information about a merchant in the open market, and they knew that the man used to enjoy the city's nightlife.

She met him in a bar, when she entered the terrace he had looked at her, she felt him like the flames on her skin and when he leaned down to ask her to dance he did not think twice; She'd never let anyone touch her like that in one dance and she wondered what their hands would do if they shared more time together. She learned his name is Damian Wayne, the son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, she bit her tongue not to mention Dick's relationship with the millionaire, he has other things on his mind anyway. She had never moved like that against another person, but he had made her feel like a dangerous woman.

Damian had woven a web around her, but if he is a spider, then Raven is his predator.

They had moved against each other, together her hands behind his neck caressing from the nape to the waist, she was surprised to feel the muscles through the clothes and wanted more. Damian touched the contour of her torso, one of his hands slipping under the shirt circling her skin, she continued to rock to the rhythm of the song, as if his touch wasn't driving her crazy.

She brushed her lips to his neck and felt him tense up.

They were so close together that they felt each other's breath on their faces. Looking at it from the outside it was fortunate that they had been in a dark place, because it would have been uncomfortable for others.

After the dance they exchanged phones, and each left.

She was surprised when she could not stop loving him in her life, she became a hungry person for being touched, for feeling loved and every time he put a hand on her, the chills ran through her. There was a first date, a second and when she least thought she wondered which part of her he hadn't touched. Every time she was with Damian, he put her to sleep, her life had been full of missions, thinking about the innocent and stopping the sea, but she found a rest with this man.

Maybe they would have known each other better ... If everything had been slower, but they were a whirlwind of emotions and feelings.

Now she wonders what would have happened to her if she had not accepted his call a few days later, she knew something clear and that was that she had lost her mind for this man, only one dance and one look had been enough for him to decide to continue with this, as it was the first chapter of a novel and she needed to see what happened to the rest. Maybe she had thought he was a masterpiece, maybe he was made to be an adventure and not a marriage.

He finds himself returning to that summer night in Miami, wondering if there was any difference that could have been.

"He's fine." She can't tell them about the distance, the couple’s therapy they were attending, and the loneliness. "Everything is great."

Kory gives her a sympathetic look, like she knows something she, herself doesn't. For a second, her heart skips, she thinks Damian said something to his brother, but knowing her husband, she doesn't believe it.

"I haven't seen him a while," Jaime says, scratching his hair.

 "He's been busy," she replies.

"Yes. "

Kory looks down, looks distant. The team leader and surrogate mother had been an important point of support in Raven's life, she thought that when she told her about her relationship with Dick's younger brother she would be happy, then everyone would be a small family, but she did not have a good or bad to comment. It was weird.

"I have an interview in ... "

"Silence, Garfield."

They exchange glances. Kory had rarely been spoken like this, only when they had something important that ...

"They're robbing us!"

The camera shows the cellars, figures dressed completely in black escape through the ventilation and run towards the cellars, Kory runs, and she follows her. Her heart is a time bomb, and she thinks how dangerous the dagger would be, he feels guilty for trusting herself.

Observing around and taking care that there were no more roaming assassins.

Starfire shoots fire at the cellar door, the door crashes to the floor, and the place is quiet. Alarms sound throughout the tower, there are red lights that prevent them from seeing normally.

"Why did you do that? " Garfield observes the destroyed door, he is transformed into a snake trying to track the intruders.

"The quarantine protocol will be activated, nobody will be able to leave or enter," Raven responds. His eyes move, she summons her powers and tries to search for the assassins; they should be trapped by the ventilation duct. "They will be trapped. "

"I have a visual! " He yells from somewhere.

Suddenly the room filled with gas, and she felt her throat close and her eyes turn glassy, ​​it was impossible to keep them open. She tried to call her companions, but she did not hear or see anything, her hands traveled to his neck if it would clear her lungs, her head hurt, and she supported her hand against a wall.

They were trying to get out, out of the corner of her eye she saw bodies breaking the glass of a window with a piece of furniture. She stretched out her hand with difficulty, a black spider web shot out in a burst of energy and caught one of the assassins before he escaped through the broken window, the intruder gasped, fell to the ground with a loud sound, and writhed.

He was strong.

He was not going to be able to resist; he could hardly breathe ... His mouth felt dry, his throat was sandpaper and he had trouble standing up.

The killer curses and another returns, pulling so hard that he has to give in. The larger shadow burdens the laggard by wrapping his arm around his shoulders and throws himself out the window.

"No, no, no…"

By then her vision is clouded and she falls into unconsciousness.

***

Raven is angry when she wakes up, because it is 7 AM and she is still not allowed to go home. The dagger made from the blood diamond was stolen from the Titan's cellars under their own noses, Starfire paces back and forth thinking how strangers had not triggered the tower's sensitive alarm system.

The leader looks tired, she thinks it looks like when Nightwing becomes obsessed with a criminal repeating the robbery video repeatedly. If Raven hadn't had coffee, she'd already be yelling at her to stop, because she was freaking her out.

"Kory, you won't find anything. We can go to Nanda Parbat to retrieve the dagger" she offers. She takes a long drink at the coffee, holding the bitterness. "Please. "

The other members give her appreciative glances, knowing that it would be impossible for the leader to rest.

Starfire can be more stubborn than Nightwing or Damian when she wants.

Chance, Damian!

"I have to go." Raven stands up. "Damian should already be in the ... "

"Back up there!"

Garfield sighs, but heeds her. Starfire makes the image stop that shows the killer that Raven made fall to the ground, her hood had slipped off her head, but the image is blurred and is only a black stain, she orders the image to be clarified and brought closer to her face .

Raven comes up carrying her coffee, now interested in the results, but he's just a pixelated face. It does not prove anything.

"I'll clarify the image again."

Now there is the computer charging. Starfire twists her hands, at least she is going to have a goal, Raven is happy because at least they would have a face that could be guided, it is better than being guided only in assumptions and in paranoia.

When the face appears on the screen, she holds her breath and the cup almost falls from her hands ...

Damian Wayne's face appears on the screen like a red flag, and the whole room stops, like paralyzed.

***

Are you waiting for me for breakfast? -Rachel.

Yes- Damian.

***

"Did they bring the dagger?"

Richard leaves the dagger in Batman’s possession. He doesn't like the idea of ​​having to rob the young Titans, after all, they were his team and he has personal attachments with members, he doesn't want to hurt them. They are also heroes.

Damian understands his father, knows how the assassin's league operates. They would soon attack the tower without caring if there were teenagers who depend on the team and the news of the infiltration of strangers would spread faster, that Batman had asked to keep the weapon. The Batcave had been compromised before and his father was not trusting, so he ordered them to infiltrate, pretend to be part of the Shadow League, thus diverting the attention of the young Titans.

He takes off his boots, finding a bruise around his ankle, he growls, "That witch girl."

"Something happened? " His father narrows his eyes.

"Nothing. "

"Raven attacked Robin," says Dick.

"Try to pretend you're not proud."

Richard smiles.

Batman growls and heads to the bat computer, entering a code that gives him access to the tower cameras a few hours ago. The security guard leans over the screens looking at the images frame by frame, Damian looks away in response to his wife's message and crosses his arms.

He's not interested in anything to do with the young Titans, so infiltrating the tower isn't a problem for him, but he hadn't expected Raven to have intercepted him. The smoke they used to neutralize the Titans was medium intensity, but the heroin had withstood it.

He growls when his foot hits the floor, he will have to justify to his wife the bruise on his ankle.

"I have to go, father."

"Damian, come here." Dick gives him a worried look. His father's back is to him, he's bent over the bat computer. "You’ve got to see this. "

"Bruce ... "

Damian approaches the screen and is surprised.

***

Both arrive at the same time. Raven squeezes her hands on the wheel, she has a grocery bag next to her on the passenger seat, and her head is a tangle of emotions; she had taken care of her whole life so that the feelings did not overwhelm her, a part of herself was always contained, but this time she wanted to scream and pull her hair.

Damian had lied to her. He entered the tower of the Titans, stole a dagger that could surely affect her in the name of the League of Shadows. She had lived with a murderer the past two years.

She feels betrayed, although that sounds hypocritical because she also hid her identity as a heroine; her mind fights with her, half reminds her of guilt and the other shouts at her to run.

No, she needs to stop him.

She taps her fingers on the steering wheel, waiting until he pulls up and tries to remember Starfire's words: I’m sorry, Raven. We have to know where the dagger is. We need to know if he is working for the League of Shadows.

He opened the car door, his black jaguar had been a wedding gift from his father and when Damian walks into the house, there is a frown on his face that only appears when something is bothering him, but it is like a shadow and disappears instantly. Titus makes his way through the front yard, jumps on the grass, and his tail wags, excited to see his master.

Damian caresses the Great Dane and now there is a small smile on his lips.

She looks away, reminding herself that he can be an enemy, but the man she lives with every day has never made a single move to hurt her, he did not behave like an assassin would. Perhaps she is underestimating him, her mother spoke as she had been taught by her demonic father, at first, he had shown himself as a desirable man, the one they write in novels, but her is far from being so.

Not everything is as they paint it.

When she gets out of the car and looks at her own house, she did not expect her heart to squeeze in her chest, they had looked for this house in the suburbs of Jump City, decorated it and dreamed of a future together, Raven had fallen in love with normality. Choosing a carpet for the living room, worrying about repairing the leak that wet the floor in the hallway and the quiet dinners, but it had been too silly.

Her old anger turned into a nostalgia that threatens to eat her up inside.

As much as she thinks he lied to her, that they were built from a web of falsehood, she still loved him.

He was looking at her from a few meters away, she gave a greeting and carried the supermarket bags ready to prepare breakfast.

Titus follows her into the house, she can feel Damian's eyes on her body, and decides to ignore it.

Raven walks to the kitchen, places the bag on the counter and strokes Alfred, the cat rubs himself on her legs, she swears she has never seen a cat this big; he is so fed that his belly is like a balloon.

"You bought strawberries," Damian says.

She puts on a kitchen apron, brews hot water in a kettle, and leaves two cups on the counter.

She sits on the stool, Damian is now chopping the strawberries and the knife in his hands is small, she almost gulps when she sees the instrument and remains alert.

"How did it go last night? "

The cuts are now louder "well, how did it go for you? "

They looked at each other and she knows those eyes, it's like he was going through her, wanting to see beyond appearances. Damian had rarely looked at her this way, it was when he knew she was hiding something from him and that she would not admit it unless he pushed her.

A panic button is activated inside her. He couldn't know, how? It is impossible.

"I was waiting for you all night."

His muscles relax and he looks up, the lines of expression on his face are neutral.

"Sure." Cut half a strawberry. "You always get up very early" emphasized the word "very".

Raven looks at him.

Damian looks at her.

The atmosphere feels tense, it is as if an electric current dances through the oxygen ready to ignite everything in a short circuit and she finds herself standing up to store each of the groceries, prefers to focus her attention on something more productive than having a fight of looks.

"You must be tired; it would do you good to rest" she gets a box of tea and sugar.

Damian keeps his eyes on the fruit "I'm not tired. "

Why was everything so difficult? It is she who should be angrier, if it were not so complex perhaps this marriage would go for better ways, perhaps she would have been sincere before and would have already revealed her true identity, so they can save this shit.

He can't be acting like she's the one who made a mistake, he's surely a murderer!

She can no longer bear this silence. Raven is in charge of putting on music, does not care what it is and leans against a piece of furniture. He may be a dangerous person, but she is too, and she would get the location of that dagger made from the red diamond and save the day.

If he can lie, then Raven too.

"Of course not, my dear."

Damian frowns and the knife stops, as if suspended in midair. They are not a sentimental couple, the number of times they have been named affectionately are few, they were always formal.

She turns to look into his eyes. She never used her powers over her husband, she knows that they share a bond, her soul had intertwined, but she did not dare to see further; now it could be different.

"I am a strong man," he pauses. He slides the fruit into a bowl with the flick of his knife, setting it aside, "my dear."

She raised an eyebrow.

The music and their pets are the only thing that is moving, the melody is jazz, and it feels very different from the energy in this room. Raven rests her hands on the counter, inches from Damian's knife and her hands, if she made a single movement, she could change the atmosphere in a second.

She is more interested in concentrating on the color of her husband's eyes, since it would be easier for her to use her powers on him, if he was lucky she would hardly notice it, she only needs to go into his mind to return to the moment he infiltrated the tower and find out where the dagger is located.

Damian smiles and of course she has seen that smile on his stupid face before.

He puts a hand on top of hers. "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Had he noticed?

The line hints that he is angry, yet the smile lingers on his lips and his hand glides to her forearm gently stroking his fingertips against the skin. Raven feels as if a chill ran down her back to her feet, and this shouldn't be happening.

She has work to do.

"I would never think that."

He narrows his eyes, abandons the touch and she think that he is going to move away, however, he walks to her side, looks her in the eye. She holds her breath, her hormones appear out of nowhere, and this is a bad time for her body to remind her that they haven't touched in months.

Damian does nothing, burns her with his gaze and can't think of anything else to where this scene can end.

It is she who first leans over, stands on tiptoe and places a kiss against his lower lip, it’s soft and subtly feels proper. He shouldn't slide so simply, he still has to answer the Titans, even after all his criticism of their bad judgment, he was still wrong.

Damian caresses her neck and his hands are familiar, safe.

Her interior cries.

How can she live without this? How can she be with someone who she thinks they belong to be part of such a dangerous organization? She is the daughter of an intergalactic demon, a conqueror of worlds, a genocide, she is no one to judge the past or the life of another person, she curses her own bad luck for getting involved with someone dangerous.

Damian knows how to play in the right places, knows her weak points, her erogenous zones, slides a hand under her shirt right on his hip, her hand remains in circles and she is sighing against his lips.

Raven caresses his torso, from the hips to his heart, her hand remains on the organ and she feels his heartbeat, kisses him so hard that he stumbles and one of hid hands wraps around her waist raising her a few centimeters. Now they are face to face.

He kisses her back with the same intensity, caresses her hair and pulls her ponytail leaving loose on her back. Raven growls but is silenced when he meets her lips again and now it's like a fight.

She remembers the moment when she realized that she could live her whole life with Damian, when the lights had adorned the city at night, and they met for dinner at his apartment in Gotham. They had only known each other for two months and she had escaped in a portal at night just to see him, because a voice she did not know begged her because she wanted to have more of him.

He has the look of a bad boy, an arrogant posture, full of pridefulness, at first glance the type of man you do not want to run into because he will steal your heart without a drop of remorse. He will run away with your heart in his hands and he will throw it away, but he thinks she is a generous soul, she believes that Damian Wayne can be a beautiful person, difficult to find, one of those who prefers actions to words.

Everything is going so well that it scares her too much, but she doesn't want to run away. She thinks how difficult it is to maintain a relationship with her other identities, the dangers and death that surround them, she really wants to be honest and tell her story, but it would also be something harmful for someone with Damian Wayne, son of a billionaire, who has had stability all his life (Later she would find out that he did not always have a privileged life). She would screw it up and she doesn't want to.

They had been talking about Oliver Twist, oriental spices and new tea that she wants to try while drinking wine in glasses. This is comfortable, she could feed on his company alone, she would be happy; her life had not been fun, she thought that her twenty-one years was beyond her expectations, but she found himself wishing for this.

He now holds a glass of wine in his hand, sitting on the couch with his eyes fixed on the city lights, she thinks she has not seen anyone more beautiful.

What?

She smiles "I'm in love with you. "

Damian raises an eyebrow, leaves the wine glass on the table, and smiles at her. "Me too."

Raven feels something melt in her heart. It would never be the same.

She walks towards the sofa where he is, sits on his lap and Damian surrounds her waist interlacing his hands on her waist, they press their bodies together and Raven rests her head on his chest, contemplating the set of buildings that make up the city.

Her heart feels full.

She looks him in the eyes "Hello, stranger," Raven says with a small glance, it is as if they were looking at each other for the first time, she remembers that stranger in the bar who had tied her up with just a dance.

Damian smiles.

Raven remembers that moment.

Now everything has changed, they have been married for years with a commitment that was breaking in front of their eyes, perhaps if they had been more honest with each other, but still taking her breath away when looking at him, Damian's kisses make her feel that others do not compare with him.

They are kissing in the kitchen without caring about the sound from the outside. Raven can melt right now, stroking his short hair through her fingers and pulling, wanting them to pressed closed together even more.

Lust fills the room with a carmine red color. Many had thought of passion and lust is a fiery red, like anger, but it is carmine like the shade of blood, just as dangerous.

Suddenly they are struggling to remove the other's clothes, pulling so hard that they pull buttons, new threads form and when she struggles with his shirt. She feels like he growls when he feels the pinch of a nail on his skin, but only pushes him to want to kiss her with more strength.

"I know about you," Damian growls between kisses. His palms run over her collarbone, between her breasts and down to the base of her stomach, he stops there as if he was mocking her. "I know who you are. "

What?!

Raven gives him a push, putting distance between their bodies, as if she wanted to establish distance. She needs distance, she knows that the sight of their bodies could be tempting, so she struggles to focus on what is important and not on his bare torso, his skin is golden and strong. He had recently kissed her mouth and tried to touch every part of her body.

They gasp for air.

Raven's skirt is torn, he had made a cut at the waist and now she has to hold it so that it falls to the ground, the shirt she had worn is open revealing a bodice made of lace. It is a disaster; they are a disaster.

 "How do you know that?"

Damian frowns "I saw you. My father reviewed the recordings, as I think the Titans did. "

"Your father? "

"Batman."

He is not a murderer, but the son of Batman, how ...

"My father wanted the dagger made of the blood diamond. He needed to trick the Titans into not becoming a target for the league."

She is not surprised by Batman, he is always one step ahead of the other heroes, playing their battles and establishing plans that would make them pawns with a one-piece move.

Her father-in-law is Batman.

"He could have asked us for the dagger."

A smile glides over his lips. "Where would the fun be in that, Raven?"

His voice takes on a dangerous tone, it is like an animal preparing to attack its prey from the unknown, but she does not intend to fall for this. This day started in a strange way, she could pray to Azarath for normality to return to her life, but was it ever?

The world is a small place, of all the men that she could have ended up with, she chose the son of Bruce Wayne, who also acts as a vigilante. She should have known.

She is glad that the dagger is in the hands of Batman, she is glad that he is not a murderer, but she still feels that they have to fill empty spaces in her story.

If only the mind will not travel to dangerous places, perhaps they could have a moment to confess, they would take their time to explain their story and listen, but their imagination is like a closed room, it cannot escape.

He extends his hand caressing her cheek, traces the line of her lips with his thumb and is looking directly into her eyes, they look as if they have just met. She returns to that apartment in Gotham City when they behave like two heated teenagers for maintaining physical and emotional contact for the other. His eyes had been like jade, shiny and new, the color of hope and life, it represented a new beginning and she had thought that he had bewitched her because every time he gave her a look, she felt that he has her in his hands.

At what point had they cooled down?

She runs her hands on his shoulders, she feels like he relaxes instantly. She leaves a palm over his heart; it still beats with the same intensity.

They look into each other's eyes "Hello, stranger. "

Damian raises his eyebrows recognizing that phrase and captures her lips in a deep kiss, pressing hard on her lips.

She was getting lost; they could set the end of the world and she would only care about holding this moment together with Damian. Holding him in her arms and kissing his lips is her vice, he would not leave him for anything.

Hours later they are crammed on the sofa, Raven is wearing a shirt that she had found in the closet, it is not hers, she had been too lazy to dress in her own clothes and they decide to spend the afternoon lying down ordering food at home and they eat from the leftovers of the breakfast strawberries.

It touches her lips, it is something subtle, almost accidental, but she gets his full attention and rolls her eyes because she feels Damian is like the forbidden fruit to her. Every time he feels that she perceives herself as a dangerous woman, he would never get bored of this and he is willing If he break the rules, he can't resist Raven's touch.

He doesn't care what his father has to say.

She doesn't care what the Titans say.

Damirae week 2020- Day 5

Soulmates

The first time the ink shadow appeared on her skin, she thought that perhaps the person she was intended for would be intelligent and, profound. She looks at herself in the mirror counting her tattoos as if they were part of a collection, indistinguishable doodles were still being imprinted on her skin. The one that stood out most was the chain formed by insects, animals and plants around her ankle there was a sheep, a horse, a takin, a long line of animals unknown.

She sits giving her ankle a better look, the ink is delicate, the strokes are not clean, there are abundant small cuts, as if someone had drawn them on paper and was looking for the correct line. Her skin is swollen, red, and the figures protrude, burn in the dermis, and she has to suppress a growl when they form by pricking the skin.

What is most striking is the small fruits that are colored, there are some seeds that are repeated on more than one occasion. She had tried to stop the blood from leaving the tattoo, but it accumulated in the center. It bleeds so much that her skin is stained forever in red, it hurts with the cold and exposure to the sun, but she realizes that it may be the favorite of the person or being who is her soulmate, since it is the only thing colored. She hates when those seeds appear because she knows it will hurt.

Back then, she's just a little girl who has a quiet existence in another dimension. She does not have much to worry about, Raven watches the monks, they are all adults and already have tattoos on their bodies. When she contemplates Kardeleen adjusting her robe to cover her neck and torso, since they are rude, and the woman is looking forward to her meeting her soulmate. Sometimes that happens, as her mother explained, soul mates are not always good, so you shouldn't be determined to look for him.

Raven can live without feeling the pain of when a new tattoo appears, she would live happily without those red seeds on her skin, but she is also just a lonely girl, after all she is the only child in one dimension and is forced to live with adults. who are not interested in playing, maybe her soulmate is also small?

If only they would stop considering those seeds important ...

She is not so excited to find her soul mate, but she likes to think that there is also someone who is in the same stage, maybe also human, since those animals seem terrestrial, although she had tried to find answers, she found nothing.

She gave up when her mother shrugged when she showed her a small part of the tattoo.

She found nothing on red seeds.

It would be complex.

She turned the page, frustrated. Her mother gives her an angry look, the sound of the page was not loud enough to be heard in the distance, but she had made a mistake and cringed instead.

They are in the temple of Tacita, the spirit of silence, for a hundred years they have not opened a single window, so the air is scarce and there is a permanent smell of being locked up. She is not supposed to be here, but she liked the silence and her mother comes to confess in front of the goddess in whispers that Raven cannot understand, she supposes that it is because the goddess knows how to keep secrets.

Raven remains kneeling on the floor next to her mother trying to focus on the prayer. The white robe wraps her shoulders and falls free to the ground, it looks like a cloud. The incense is lit inside the temple, it is like a thick and smelly mist. She wrinkles her nose.

She stares at Tacita, the statue looms in the middle of the place, she has a blindfold over her eyes and cooked lips. The monks had explained that it was because she did not care who it was or what you will tell, she would keep you the secret.

Now she looks at her mother who has her eyes closed, her mouth opens and closes murmuring prayers, she looks distressed. It gives her a feeling that there is something breaking her heart, something she will never tell her.

The rains blessed the lands of Azar this morning, the monks had taken refuge in the temples, but her mother had grasped her hand by guiding her towards the temple of Tacita.

There is Anu, the spirit of the skies, that crosses the sky. Enlil, the storm and the wind, and many others. But her favorite is Damkina, mother spirit of the underworld, protector, and giver of strength who anticipates when danger approaches. She empathizes with the spirit because unlike other spirits she is represented surrounded by strange creatures. The marginalized and desperate, the spirit did not despise anyone, she feels that she is someone who would understand her, in addition to having beautiful wings, reminding her of a bird. In front of them, Tacita seems like a bland spirit, but her mother found something special, like a connection.

Staying focused on prayer was difficult. Usually her abilities would overwhelm her, and she would be more interested in Adil's mind projecting images into dimensions she had visited, monks challenging her, and she would start again. She prefers silence, it is easier for her to focus on the meditation and instructions of the monks, but she cannot bear the silence of the temple of Tacita.

She hears a small sound, it is like a light whistle and she thinks that maybe it is his imagination, but he repeats himself and thinks that it could be a bird. She looks askance at her mother as she remains submerged in her prayer, walking away on tiptoe in search of the foreign sound. She knows that her mother will not react well when she realizes that she cannot find where she is, but she only wants to know where the bird is.

Her hands tremble hesitantly to open the door, it's like a fight of wills, but it would only be for a few minutes and Raven is not made to obey, at least not entirely. She opened the door.

When she leaves the temple, fresh, cold air fills her lungs; the rain is light, like a soft curtain, and runs along the pillars. She follows the bird's song, there is a stir in the air, and she feels she has a purpose in her hands.

She finds the little bird under a box where the monks wrote their requests, it is immersed in the paper, like a nest. The animal is small and chubby, its chest protrudes like a balloon, it is wet and trembles with cold. Its souls are brown, but its chest has a nice red hue, it is like armor. Raven thinks that makes him prouder, like a warrior.

When he sees her, he flaps his wings, wanting to escape, but he can't. She is afraid, animals do not usually approach Raven, they flee every time they see her in the distance, and it is disappointing, but this bird is vulnerable.

"Easy." She tries to be gentle. "I will not harm you."

The bird shuddered at her voice, leaped around the box with its feet, and the papers were removed. Poor creature, he's just scared and, won't stop shaking and is completely wet from the rain.

She catches it gently in her hands and the animal struggles to free himself but relaxes as she wraps it around her robe. His head sticks out, she wraps around him like it's a baby, like mother wraps around her when she was scared at night.

"Now you can be sure," she says. The little bird looks her in the eye, Raven strokes his head with the pad of her index finger, the feathers are soft to the touch, and she smiles when the bird closes his eyes. "We are friends now", she says.

She gets excited at the idea of ​​having a friend. She looks down at her tattoo around her ankle, she feels a little more connected with her soul mate; Maybe if they ever meet. She would presume that they have a pet bird.

She smiles at the irony of being called Raven and having a pet bird.

Perhaps Anu, the great spirit, would be proud of her for caring for an animal that resides in her dwelling. Anu would give her his blessing, the monks would be so strict and fearful around her.

She feels a prick of pain, it is as if a needle will penetrate her skin and is located under her armpit, dangerously close to the heart. Her first tattoo had hurt, she acquired them at the age of five when she was learning to access magic, her ankle was swollen for a week suffering, they added a new animal, when a new red seed appeared she knew it was going to bleed until the her skin was permanently red and her mother would grasps her hand with a blank look. Arella doesn't like it when a new tattoo appears, she doesn't like soul mates.

This time the pain is as if it will cut her skin, she feels that she is being hurt and tears appear in her eyes. She leans against a pillar, tears spill on her robe, while pain bites and she continue to caress the bird, reminding herself of her friend.

This is not a tattoo, as if they were forcibly marking her and they will not care what method they use. She feels like she is filled with sadness, she doesn't know anything about soul mates and how they work, but she is distressed; The pain is not hers, the physical of what is imprinting on her skin mixes with the psychological.

The little bird sings around the blanket and thinks it is accompanying her and knows the pain and offers her beautiful song to alleviate suffering.

"Raven, why did you leave? Don't ever ... "

Her mother kneels noticing her tears, the little bird pressed against her chest and the grimace that appears on her face when she is crying. Arella caresses her daughter, asks her why she is crying, Raven can hardly think, the pain is hot needles in her chest and the blood begins to fall to her hips in drops.

She was cry "It hurts, mom. "

Her face takes on an expression of concern "Where? Did you hurt yourself? "

She shakes her head and cannot continue speaking because she shudders in pain, so she shows her. She raises her robe to show her and her mother gasps, takes her in her arms and goes down the stairs with her daughter in her arms.

Raven thinks of the bird.

"Will you stay with the Robin?"

That is the name of the little bird. He is a Robin.

***

When the monks look at her mark, they advise her not to show it to anyone. They are talking to everyone, she learns that it is not a tattoo, but a writing formed by a cut; it is not natural.

When it heals and Raven reads, she promises that no one will see her. Never.

"Here is your legacy, here is your inheritance. You were born for this, "she cut into her skin.

Tattoos no longer exist, only phrases through cuts.

***

When he was ordered to climb the Mountains, Damian knows he must be the first and the fastest to reach the top; his mother and Ra´s Al Ghul stood waiting for him to climb the first rocks, although they do not say anything, he is aware that they are evaluating him, measuring the places where he must lean and push himself. He tries to ignore criticism and move up, as best her can.

The mountains are rocky, rugged, with extremely hostile weather. When his hand reaches a stone that is wet, the snow melts under his palms and doesn't feel his fingers, but either way it continues to rise. He is not the grandchild of Ra´s Al Ghul for nothing.

Sweat freezes on his forehead, the drop remains intact and his teeth chatter from the cold. A part of him wishes they had done it in the summer when the sun would only be a concern, or in the spring when the snakes and animals are in the mating stage, they would attack it for invading their territory, however, he still preferred it to the harsh winter and Snowfall on the rocks, but he must be prepared for everything.

He feels the rocks, giving them small blows to check if they are safe, he rests all the weight on his legs so as not to tire his arms.

He is starting to feel tired.

"This is your legacy, your inheritance," he recalls his grandfather's words. He uses them as a breath; each breath is like swallowing sharp ice that hurt his throat and he discovers that he can sweat in the cold. "This is my legacy, my ... "

His fingers tremble and he can barely breathe without pain. He doesn't feel his toes through his shoes, the garter uniform is light, leaving him vulnerable and unprotected in the cold and he wants warmth, even if it's to wear gloves.

You have disappointed me, he listens to his mother's voice, it is deep and penetrates his insides, You are not worthy to be the Leader of the League of Shadows. You are not my son.

His fingers cling to the sharp, frozen surface of a rock. The fatigue was already beginning to hit him, and the wind sweeps his body, it blows from the East bringing drops of frozen water, which stick into his face. He must have been more than a hundred meters above sea level.

He has to continue advancing, but a desperate scream comes out of his mouth when his legs slip on the slippery surface and he is suspended in the air; his only support is his hands.

He must continue to ascend.

You are not my blood; his grandfather would say. He would look at him out of the corner of his eye, not caring if he wouldn't matter, like scum.

He cannot allow it.

A snowflake descends slowly from the sky, it is ethereal and delicate, from another world. It seems to him something beautiful in a world of battles, fights and blood; also, worthless, empty.

What use was beauty if he did not free the world from evil?

The snowflake is unflappable, as in another state. As he descends it catches the rays of the sun and looks away, this does not matter.

Then, the flake lands on his left hand and burns, he had never experienced pain like that, it is as if it was not something superficial, but concentrates inside and struggles to explode to the outside.

Damian growls.

A million thoughts go through his mind, it could be a cold burn, a cut, a tendon rupture, a ...

You are weak…

"I am not, grandfather."

His feet find new places to lean, he bites his lips drawing blood and continues to climb, ignoring the pain.

When he reaches the top, he looks at the landscape; Hundreds of mountains, clouds hitting the rock, and birds roamed the skies and the air is pure, but scarce. With all the harshness of the landscape, exhaustion and pain in his hand, he still allows himself to admire the view.

He understands why he had been trained since the age of four to climb these mountains, reaching the top is always difficult, there is no support and if he fell, he would get more than a broken hand, but reaching the top is always a privilege.

This is the world that his grandfather wants to change, it gives him a better look at what they are going to build.

He looks at his hand, there is a stain, it is like a gray shadow and it hurts when the skin is stretched. He scrapes his skin away from the color, he even thinks of cutting his skin thinking about what it could be.

The Al Ghul do not have soul mate tattoos, and he was no different. There is no value in being attached to another person, simply by destiny.

The brand is concentrated and there is a small bird on his skin, it is light and, would not be noticed under the correct light. Damian Al Ghul, the grandson of the demon's head is unmarked, so he makes the cut before it is fully developed.

***

When they meet, they are different people, Raven is not the student and ward of the monks of Azarath and the purpose of Damian's birth does not exist, as does the legacy and inheritance they promised him.

They have both seen the worst, life has constantly hit them and tattoos are mere marks on their skin, Raven does not feel that someone would have felt the same, even if she did, having a soul mate would be a luxury that better people can afford. No, the girl who destroyed an entire world, not the daughter of a demon that became a heroine. It’s not for her, she does not seek personal satisfaction, she only wants to prevent an innocent world from ending in the same fate as Azarath. She has no right to a soulmate, but she did find friends who are family. She is happy with them; she does not need anything else.

Damian Wayne had a privileged childhood, he was taught to fight, and he had a duty, he is the son of the best detective in the world and the deadliest woman on the planet, grandson of a hero. He lost all those things, he thought he was going to miss them and he would suffer, but he discovered he is his own human being, that everyone has a plan for him and nobody once asked him if he wants to become the head of the devil or an altruistic hero. His soulmate did not ask him either if he wants to be part of her life. He is not his father who has affairs with the worst women he meets whenever he goes, he is not Nightwing who has been involved in turbulent relationships and sighs for the only one he has come to love, Damian Wayne is not pathetic.

When he steps into the Tower, he is angry and frustrated, because he is tired of trying to show that he deserves to be taken into account. That his father treats him as if he had no value and relegates him insignificant tasks and when he did not know what to do with him, he sent him with the Teen Titans like he made a mistake.

When Raven saw him, she didn't want him to come close, but she recognized that expression and knows how hostile people can be when they have suffered. Everything was clearer after healing him, practically bringing him back to life for his stupidity and a "Thank you" is not enough. But this person's head is chaos, the worst thing is that she can understand it and she was wrong when she established a connection with Robin. When he confesses that she has also seen his mind, everything is clear.

This boy, Damian Wayne is her soulmate, it seems an irony of his life to be so tragic, full of manipulation, harshness and indoctrination. It was like reliving the worst places in his life. He does not think the same, he defends his lifestyle, but deep down the two recognize the truth. Raven would say that her father destroyed her existence and tried to use her, at least for himself, but Damian Wayne did not.

Raven doesn't want him around.

Damian Wayne knows that she is hiding something.

Neither of them controls their life, so at the end of the mission they think differently about each other.

They cannot walk away.

Damirae week 2020- Day 6

Meet the family

(Teen Titans Go! Vs. Teen Titans)

Raven of different dimensions had given her a look, as if they knew that she was probably the one with the starkest story, or perhaps because she wouldn't think of eating a person with one bite, or because she came from a darker world (for over 13 years old).

It was strange to see herself in different ways, but in her short life she had grown accustomed to changes quickly. Life is full of surprises, but she didn't have that much imagination for this.

"Is there really blood in your world?" The Raven protagonist of this adventure asks, some shudder with fear just thinking about it. "Girl, in my world we break our legs, we adjust them, and we keep running."

No wonder the conflict with her father and the multiverse centered on this version, she seemed childish, uncontrollable and unbalanced, even bloody. She wants to ask questions, for example, did she lock her father in her holy shard or make him disappear, something that sounds like the best and impossible dream, too good to be true.

"There is blood." A wave of horror, wonder, excitement rises; only one remains impartial, it is the one that has a more similar world. "We try to avoid bloodshed. "

One Raven jumps out from the others, her wild hair, fur clothes and did she leave the caverns? God, he was going to need extra time to meditate after this.

"Wait a minute!" The caveman yells at her. Raven raises an eyebrow. "Your voice is softer" She looks at the Raven, as if wanting to explain a point. "All of us have scratchy voices, but this version does NOT. "

What?

"I don't know how to answer that." She pauses. "Should I be worried? "

One makes her way, she is impartial, she had also had a leading role, apart from the ruthless. She is surprised at how young she is, they share a subtle resemblance and she is a preteen, probably between the ages of fourteen or fifteen, her purple hair caresses her shoulders, her skin is pale almost lilac and her eyes are large; this version seems experienced, calmer.

So, she discovers it: this version managed to get rid of Trigon's influence, probably the others knew it just the same because they watched her with admiration, she is the undisputed leader.

"You can ask questions, but not at once."

Wow.

This girl moves next to the ruthless Raven, like an invincible duo "Your world is very different from ours" she senses.

They are probably right; she still doesn't understand why they are so interested in her world and not the cleansed version.

In the middle of these similar eyes she is still a stranger, they are all built from the same past, she felt it. They are all alike, the same, but their world established different rules.

Dick is a few yards away looking resentfully at his miniature version, converses with a taller one and they act alike, they are experienced leaders, but the teenager is still Robin. All the Robins are different, but there is no Nightwing, there is only the Dick Grayson of her universe and she thinks that maybe they were wrong to bring him to this fight.

"Is it true that they don't have a Robin on your team?" One asks.

"We have one" She closes her mouth. Damian would not appreciate that she will reveal information. "He’s not here. "

The more focused Raven raises an eyebrow, is not convinced with the little information she gives and looks apprehensive. Nor is she willing to say more, if there is someone who would understand her versions, it’s herself, they stubborn after all.

Then, a new pink portal opens, it is like a whirlwind and its color reminds you of cotton candy. It spits out a young Robin who is familiar to her, he has some batarang in his hands ready to launch and seems about to shoot down a criminal. He was on a mission with Batman in Gotham; therefore, he was out of the Tower for about two weeks. She did not expect to see him so soon, less in this universe. He comes late.

"Where's Black Mask!? "

He stops looking at the scene, first his brow furrows, his muscles tense and his hand strays to his back. They are like the three steps to hell.

"Who are they? " He draws his sword.

Raven pats her forehead.

"Another! " The little Robin waved his arms excitedly and ran to catch up with Damian. Oh boy, bad move. "You are amazing! "

Damian looked down with a grimace at the Robin, and put the sword away determining that there was no danger.

"What are you?"

"I'm like you, but better."

"No one is better than me," He growled.

He snorted.

Robin continued to circle around Damian, delighted by what he saw, commenting on the suit, his bearing and the sword.

"You use a katana!" He extended one of his small hands, wanting to touch the weapon, which was stored in its holster.

"Your friend is making a mistake," he was warned by the bloodiest Raven.

Damian punched him in the face and knocked him unconscious. She swears that several teeth flew through the air, his face is bruised, and no one seemed concerned; the adolescent version of Dick hid a smirk, concealing it wrong.

The other Titans looked at Damian as if he were some kind of catalyst for what they wanted to do to that Robin. So sad.

Nightwing converses with Damian, his passage from confusion, apprehension to resignation, but she can still feel him as a beacon made of discomfort. He is not used to magic or the concept of multiverse, which Cyborg explained to them. He had not seen the fight.

This whole adventure was too strange, she thought it was weird when a ship crossed the tower without causing damage and they realized that it was transporting similar heroes, they had time to explain the pink portal and get used to the idea of ​​the multiverse, when they were summoned they knew that they were there to fight. She was aware that something was happening because her father had been agitated, banging on the glass and screaming because he wants to break free, seeing a version of her father with two tails had sickened her and she discovered that being swallowed was not cute, she experienced the story of the bloodier Raven and nothing made sense. Then, she faced her versions that demanded that she provide them with information, since she is the most different. Raven had had enough.

Beast Boy at least seems content knowing his versions, also Starfire who smiles when talking to a pink-haired alien.

"Is that Robin version of your universe?"

Raven watches the preteen and nods.

"He not the same as ours," she says. She has a neutral expression, but her raspy voice sounds interested, almost as if she's trying to fit Damian's figure into all of this. "He seems sad" she reflects.

The memory of the first meeting hit her, Raven said the same and her appreciation was not wrong, although Damian would insist that it is not true, she found out. He wasn't going to be happy if he knew they were like that, he can hear the complaints and she found it amusing, if only a little.

"I'll greet him." The merciless Raven floats and she finds herself begging her not to.

Shame stings her insides; her father is teasing her and she stifles his laughter with a growl; She exchanges a look with her more focused version, and they decide to follow the ruthless one.

Nightwing is explaining, grimacing, and nods at the teenage Robin. When that Raven approaches Damian she is deciding whether to shake the teen's hand or not, while Robin stares at the sword, they both turn on their alarms looking at each other, he is about to speak, but was interrupted by a raspy voice and points with her sword at the origin of the sound.

"Damian!" Dick exclaims.

Raven stops a few inches away and they look at each other with their same teenager face. Frightened by the reaction this version would have with a sword pointed at her throat, Damian raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, confused.

He thought that the ruthless Raven would attack him, but she acts in a more surprising way, emitted a shriek of admiration and looked at him as if he were a hero taken from the pages of a history book; her eyes glowed with illusion and she babbles meaningless words.

They both look at her, like she's a stranger.

"Do you also have versions?" Damian asks, looking at the three of them. Putting the sword away in one swift motion, the smallest heroine's mouth opens and she continues to stammer. "Are you sure this alienated version, is you? " He watches her.

She nods.

Teen Raven clears throat "This is one of my other versions."

"It's the Baby Titans," reports Robin. There is a note of mockery in his words, he can conclude that nobody liked the universe of these titans.

"We are the Teen Titans Go!" Yells the Robin baby. He looks much better, although he has a swollen eye painted purple, but his teeth were restored in minutes, and he waves his arms. "We are the best version of the Teen Titans! "

There was a minute of silence, which was broken by a collective laugh.

Damian crossed his arms "This is too strange."

"At least you weren't swallowed."

She frowned, shot him a look, and promised to explain later, not now when her baby version is giggling, and she knows why.

"Then what Nightwing said is true." The hero rolls his eyes. "If I'm honest he thought I was delusional."

The watcher gives him a long look.

"What?"

It's the teenage Raven that draws attention away "do you know why they brought you in? The battle is over and suddenly your appeared" she looks at Robin; The boy looks away with a finger on his chin. "Do you have an idea why? "

Robin glances at the world around him. "I don't know how it works at all, Rae," he admits. "We will have to study this artifact. Either way, this Robin will return to his serious universe."

It's a relief.

She thinks of Jump City, she just wants to go back to their land and keep this memory as one of the strangest in her life.

"I have a mission," Damian says. "you must come back."

"We will," the teenage Raven reassures him. Damian raises an eyebrow at her, probably deciding whether to trust her words. "As soon as we take care of my father. "

Damian is startled.

"Is your father here?" He asks her and she nods, finding the tied demon guarded by the caveman versions, every time he tries to escape Robin hits him with a mallet. It still surprises her to find such a vulnerable version of his demonic father, his voice is softer, and evil is a low flame in this being. "That’s him? "

He is not at all like the one who appeared in the Middle East wanting to end the world.

"Sounds like a joke Trigon."

Trigon watches them and his eyes light up in a red glow, he stretches towards Damian fighting against the rope, wanting to attack the young man and shouts inconsistencies.

"I'll kill you, boy!" He squirms and is only a few yards away.

Caveman versions pull the rope. They have the attention of the titans of the infinite lands, the demon writhes like a worm, launching threats towards the titan.

"You defiled my girl!"

There is a gasp of surprise.

She was having one of those moments when she wanted to hide in the farthest corner of the galaxy where she wouldn't be found just out of shame. She does not know how this version knows about her relationship with Damian, since nobody knows the truth about them, and he likes it that away. She hoped that her father wanted to murder her boyfriend for the simple fact that he will be part of her life, not that he suffered a jealousy attack

"I know you took advantage of her!"

The Raven of this maddened universe screams and points at them "I can't believe it! You guys…"

She and Damian Wayne look at each other in discomfort and swallow hard. Few times have you seen Damian so nervous and if before she wanted to leave now it was much more.

Dick laughs.

"I knew it," he says through tears. Damian stares at his older brother until his laughter fades and he looks away. "I mean, bad that your father-in-law hates you. That sucks. "

Trigon continues to yell threats "I'm going to kill you! Don't touch her again! Raven, leave this boy!" He continues to fight the ropes. "I'll be watching you Robin! Every time you try to get close to my daughter, think that I will find you and…" A pink portal opens and disappears.

She looks at her boyfriend without knowing what to say. This was humiliating.

She gives Robin a grateful look, who had disappeared to her father in another dimension. He is only interested that they got rid of Trigon, even if it's the pathetic version. It is always good to beat him.

The teenager nods but does not comment further.

Raven steps forward "Are you with a Robin? "

She looks at the teenager, who now seems curious, as if this possibility were impossible.

"Yes," Damian answers. They both decide with a look that they would have to sit down and talk later. They know because a two-year relationship has just been revealed and they have to explain. "Bring us back to our land" Robin nods.

***

As Robin informed them, they would leave in a few minutes, Dick was dragged by the Robin baby and Damian is receiving questions from the ruthless Raven, she seems interested in his life and narrates about her dark side. She is surprised that her boyfriend is listening to her and not her cast out.

"I felt you were different," Teen Raven positioned herself next to her. Her gaze is focused on her boyfriend. "You share a bond with him. I can feel it. "

She curls over "How do you know? "

A small smile appears on her lips "I also have a bond with the Robin of my universe. "

She wants to ask her more questions related to her father, how she had found peace and lost the demonic influence in her life. As much as Raven had beaten her father, got help from her friends, the prize for saving the world was to lock Trigon in a glass and fight his influence. Every day she has to contain her emotions, control herself and maintain emotional balance, this version had already been through that hell. It should be nice to feel emotions and feelings freely.

Raven can love, get angry, feel, but to some extent. The relationship with Damian is not honey flakes. Some days his struggles overwhelm her, and she finds herself feeling empty, as if he had no feelings and they must be patient until the storm will pass. Other days he fought against the indoctrination and abuse inflicted by his Grandfather and mother since he was a child, Damian tries to find himself. They try to be better for the other, for themselves and those around them, but it is not easy.

She would like it to be different, that they did not have to deal with Trigon's influence in her life. That the demon did not remind her that they are family and that one of his versions had threatened her boyfriend, as if he were an overprotective father. Trigon was bad in each of his versions.

She observes Raven who is smiling, she wants to reach this level of temperance "Remember that no matter what you went through, Trigon is not your family and you should not define yourself by him" he advises her. "Have hope. "

She smiles. After such a peculiar fight it is good to have a moment of peace.

"Get away from my girl!" Shouts a sharp voice.

Beast Boy stands between Raven and Damian. She is amazed at how small he is, he is like a green pixie and thinks he looks adorable, if not for his squeals she might have thought he is like an adorable child.

"What are you? " Damian spat.

"She's my girl!" He throws a tantrum. "I will fight you for my Rae! "

It is time to intervene.

***

"And Damian, what was it like meeting your girlfriend's family?"

The young one snorts "Shut up, Grayson. "

"Do he really threaten him?"

"You should have been there, Jaime." Garfield stands up. He sticks his arms around his body and sways. "Trigon was tied up, so he saw Damian and went mad, he started shouting at him like this: I'll kill you, boy! " He mimics. "You corrupted my daughter and ... "

A shoe goes straight back into his face and falls to the ground. Damian had thrown the object at him, there is a series of screams and grunts, Kory is laughing, and it all feels very domestic.

Raven's heart feels full. This is her family.

One by one

summary:   After the defeat of the Teen Titans, Raven agrees to lead the League of Shadows alongside Damian, but she must face her own fears and earn a place among the assassins. AU JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK: APOKOLIPS WAR SPOILERS

Rated M (Blood, intense violence, sexual themes and strong languague)

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to DC COMICS

PREFACE

The pain seemed like a steel stake that merged with her soul, penetrating her bones and wounding the blood vessels, touching the correct points and it would take a long time to rip it from her veins. Raven had suffered for whole days, it hurt so much that tears are not enough, although she knows that she must be strong, she cannot avoid being overwhelmed.

Conner looks up, his eyes that once were merry and rogue are now two empty sockets. The surviving Titans are gathered at the entrance to the island, away from the bloodshed, but their minds travel to painful places.

The cost of this war was high; it had taken Kory, Garfield, Wally, Roy, all her friends, her family. She no longer has the energy to speak, smile and wish for a better tomorrow; nothing would be the same anymore.

Her mind flies like a butterfly to Richard Grayson, her mentor and one of the best men she had ever known, he was one of the fallen. If he were here, he would know how to turn off the silence of death. He would guide them as always and take them away from the pain as he could. She wants to see him one last time and say goodbye accordingly, share even a moment with her friends, she would tell Kory that she was like a mother to her and she would never forget her, she represented a beacon of light in the dark, but she knows the immense love Kory had for Dick and she does not want to see the suffering on their faces when she finds out about the death of her partner. One of her parts thinks that perhaps it is better that both were dead, it avoided that they will mourn the death of the other, at least death is a simple thing and they could rest.

If there is something called heaven, she is sure that her friends would be there, they got the simple part. Raven knows that she will not go to heaven, it is not made for the daughters of demons, but she would be happy because somewhere they would be happy and reunited, although she would never see them again.

She wonders because of all of them she is who survived, she did not deserve it. Others think the same.

Donna hugs her knees, looks like a little girl holding on to a stuffed animal. Her hair is covered in a layer of dirt and debris, her uniform has cuts and her shoulder is hurt. A stab so deep that it reveals the bone, they had washed her, and Raven wanted to heal her, but she didn't let her. The young Amazon did not complain but Raven saw the pain on her face and the sweat like a film on her forehead, perhaps it is better to focus on physical suffering.

The rain creeps off the fire, nobody moves. Their bodies are wet, and it doesn't bother them, it's as if discomfort and cold are nothing.

What will they do now? They do not return to the tower for days, which before represented hope and dreams, where lonely young people found a home now it is a killing field. She had heard the story of Icarus. The young man who made wings, attached them to his back with wax and flew very close to the sun. His wings were melted by the temperature and he collapsed, his body crashed to the ground.

Perhaps they were like Icarus, their glory days were short, and the heroes had sealed their own tomb when they invaded Apokolips. Even if they managed to recover, the world would never be the same, it would never be the same.

''Your heroes were scum, a bunch of arrogant idiots, daughter. If I had freed myself...''

Turn off your voice.

How do you learn to live with the impossible? Raven would take the pain of her friends, keep it, and suffer in solitude, if they smiled back at her. Watching Jump City is painful, it reminds her of her first home, when she lost her mother in the blink of an eye and was forced to live with that mistake. She would lay down her life for Kory, offer her remaining strength and magic to win back her friends.

How would she go on? How is it possible to recover from this?

"I'll go back to Themiscyra." says Donna. Her voice is a whisper, and the rain hits her body forming rivers of dirty water. She doesn't know if there are tears running down her cheeks or it's just the rain. "I'm leaving tonight."

They don't say anything.

The news hits Raven, despite everything, she still thinks she can stay. She does not want to lose a friend as valuable as the Amazon, but she also knows that they have to leave. They cannot stay, the tower is destroyed, there is no reason to return, and at any moment the parademons can return. It pains her to think that something she has worked so hard for was dissolving in her hands.

"Go soon…." Conner sighs. The boy does not move, he is like a statue and his eyes remain focused on the fire of the bonfire being extinguished by the rain and the smoke, a curtain that is dividing his friends. "At least you'll be in a safe place, Donna." the Amazon doesn't say anything.

He watches her and, wonders what it's like to have a home. A place he could take refuge, arms outstretched to hug, familiar faces wishing for the best and healing. Conner does not have a family. He is the result of an experiment and he does not think that he considers Lex Luthor as his father and they did not know where Superman was. Raven lost her mother and dimension years ago. They have no place to go.

If her mother and Azarath were alive, she might run into her arms, hug Arella, and cry until her eyes were dry, exposing her feelings and emotions like never before.

''You were always strong, daughter. If there is someone who can recover from anything, it is you.'' Arella told her this when she broke her leg after falling from a tree and she had to resist the magical procedures of the monks. She still remembers how her mother had caressed her forehead. Wiping away the sweat, her grunts and complaints, how she placed a kiss on her forehead gently.

''You are trusting, too proud and arrogant.'' the older monk murmured when she escaped from the lessons and appeared for the exams, emerging victorious. Raven thought the monk hated her when she forced him to find her among the temples. He grumbled and growled, but she saw the fun in his emotions and had been some kind of grumpy grandfather. When Trigon razed the dimension, she only found a broken skull, it was the only thing left of the monk.

They had left her dealing with her mistakes, blaming herself for what she did as a child; feeling helpless in hell and fighting her father. The Titans were no different, her mind wonders what would have been had she escaped from Trigon after he attacked Superman, if he hadn't listened to them and traveled between dimensions, maybe the end result wouldn't hurt as much.

Her mother visits her at night.

In her dreams she is never angry at what she did. The monk still looks for her and scolds her when she runs through the squares, all the monks and the bright skies are there. Now she adds other burdens on her back, Dick's mischievous gaze, Kory's softness, Garfield's silly jokes, as Jaime loved competition and spoke with love about his younger sister.

Shit, she would miss them so much.

She had had a home and lost it, when she let her guard down and became fond again, they took it from her in the worst possible way.

Now one of her friends was leaving her.

Her insides ache and she thinks she can vomit right now. She feels the anxiety devouring her guts, the pain showing up and the idea of being alone terrifies her too much. She is afraid of being alone in a ghost town.

Jump City is her second Azarath.

In her native dimension there were no decomposed and dismembered bodies. The smell of blood did not rise, and no cries were heard from afar. There was only fire and ashes, and the voice of her father manipulating the situation, insisting that it is the best she has, now only the deaf suffering remains.

"I'll be going too." Raven gasps. Feeling the weight of loneliness and swallows hard. "I need to see if the Kent’s are okay." Conner looks up, as if expecting someone to appear in the clouds. "He would want it." he murmurs.

She looks down, her hair is wet, and a drop of rainwater descends from her head to her forehead, it is the only thing she perceives. Raven does not have a family, they do not expect her return on a protected island and there is no house in the middle of the field, there is no one waiting for her.

Everything she owned was taken from him.

Perhaps only death, loneliness and pain would be her faithful companions. She imagines herself wandering among the rubble, observing in first person what was left of the city that they protected for years, trying to find herself between the disaster and the tears. She doesn't want that.

What will become of her now?

When Damian shows up, he has civilian clothes, his hands are broken and there is a thick layer of mud that stains his clothes, his nails are a mixture of earth and blood. His face is neutral, and his eyes are hard, there is a grimace that has not left his face and she thinks it may be something permanent.

He stares spitefully at the Superman symbol on Conner's chest.

Titus follows, the Great Dane trotting alongside his companion. The formality and discipline that characterized the dog seemed attenuated, as if he knew that the situation was not good and he did not want to cause problems. She looks him in the eye, he sits next to her, does not give her second glances, there is a backpack on his back and reality hits her, like a slap.

''I'm the only thing you have, witch.''

She had barely seen Damian since the fall of the Teen Titans. He stood next to Dick's body, as if he couldn't believe it and the pain was a tsunami for a few moments, until he looked up straight at the sky. Raven had watched him harden, build a breastplate for himself, and she hasn't felt so much anger coming from the young man since he came to the Titans.

He did not let the wound in his torso heal, he treated it by himself without anesthesia and when the pain came he preferred to find out inside, she felt that she was losing him, that the person who visited her in her room in the afternoons, who drank tea in porcelain cups and worried about her safety more than anyone, was no longer here. Raven thought she had punctured his walls, that they could look each other in the eye untethered, but she knows she will no longer be able to knock him down.

Her soul is in pieces, but she prefers that he leave. That he leaves in silence because at least they would not have a farewell and she would not cry to see his back without looking back. Damian would hurt less to leave her behind, he's strong and would fight to earn a place in the world, and Raven would be left in the ruins with nothing to hold on to, there would be nothing that mattered to her. No one would cry for her.

''Even your friends are leaving you. I am the only thing you have.''

What a miserable life.

"I'm leaving." Damian declares. It was direct and cold, and Raven hopes it will be. "I leave in the morning. "

Of course.

"Good luck." Donna hugs her knees tighter. She hides her head and they can see how she trembles and is collapsing. They do nothing to comfort her and Titus is the only one sitting next to her, but he does not make any movement, he is simply there. "They'll be fine, right?" She says in a broken voice.

The sobs seem just as useless and sad as the rain. Raven thinks Donna is expressing herself for the group, as no one else had shed a single tear and they kept their pain to themselves. For a few minutes their heads are too helpless to provide encouragement.

Conner grimaces at the girl. She can feel the suffering tearing his soul, his mouth trembles in what looks like a pout and his eyes are red, threatening to shed tears, but before this happens, he puts on his glasses. One of the lenses is broken and it is not very protective or effective.

He puts on his glasses as if that will remind him of who he is, but it's more than that. He uses it so they don't see him cry.

Damian remains motionless, clenching his fists and frowning. She can see the thoughts going through his head, like a whirlpool and he doesn't let her see his emotions, he is a ghost that Raven cannot chase.

They are all ghosts that will disappear in a few hours.

***

When Donna leaves, she is silent. The girl had been crying for hours until she sighed and got up, when she managed to regain her composure, she did not look back or say goodbye, but takes off when the sun hides among the mountains.

It is as if the star knew what was happening, since it disappears on the horizon along with her friend.

Raven is left remembering the moments she shared with Donna, knowing that perhaps she will never see her again.

***

"Be well." Conner grimaces. He was about to leave as he was worried about the Kent’s. He hadn't shared much with the couple, but they were kind of parents to Superboy and he tried to keep in touch. She would like to tell him that the old couple are fine, however this is hardly possible, "We had some good years." he keeps his eyes on the stars.  "But I'm done."

Raven remains silent, clasping her hands in her lap and ducking her head. Conner is about to leave and cannot feel worse because she knows that she is staying alone. She wants to be angry with them for not considering her in their plans. Leaving her with a wound in her heart so big that she does not know how to cure the pain, but she is not like them.

She has no one and everyone needs to recover, at least until the suffering was bearable. Now they are sore, tired and want to be anywhere but here.

She's not going to blame Conner for leaving.

She wasn't going to blame them for leaving her behind.

"Will you take care of yourself?"

She raises her head in surprise at the question. Conner is looking at her through his glasses.

"I can take care of myself." But her inner strength is faltering.

Silence is a monster, he does not respond, but sighs while staring at the tower and a pout forms on his mouth, it is a trembling line "Send my good wishes to Damian." The Son of Batman disappeared with Titus after Donna left, giving the excuse that the animal wanted to eat and something inside Raven cut off at the thought that he might go. That it might be the last time she would see him. Conner's feet floated a few inches off the ground, and he looked at Raven. "Find me if you need anything ... "

She nodded.

Her hands trembled at the sides of her body, as if she had no control. It pained her to think that she was being left alone, her memory returning to the battle, to the place where she was before the world became a field of deaths and tormented souls. She thinks of Darkseid, he had inflicted more damage on them than he thought. He is probably sitting on a throne with death as his servant, millions of lives in his hands, mocking the stupidity of those who faced him, keeping them alive was a punishment.

It would have been better if she died… Dying is easy.

But her death is not easy, it would not come from anywhere and Raven always knew that she would have a long existence. Right now, she just thinks it would be better to die in battle, at least she would take Trigon with her and...

''Let me out, daughter. I can...''

"Goodbye, Rae."

Conner disappeared into the heavy clouds laden with the promise of a thunderstorm. The superhero is so dramatic that he chose to leave when the mist covers the destroyed shoreline of Jump City, when pieces of the buildings still fall to the ground and there is a concrete explosion, like a bomb.

Even the sky is sad.

Raven closes her eyes by burying her head in her hands, struggling with the situation, with the silence that is a being that tries to eat her. It is ironic to her as she described herself as someone silent, a friend of private spaces and that old comfort of when you contemplate a landscape, now her qualities are defects.

No one would save her.

She does not have her friends to sustain herself in the midst of pain and despair, there is only death and abandonment.

A lump is installed in her throat and she cannot get rid of it.

''You are weak, you filthy witch. You are just like your mother.''

''I love you to the moon and back.'' says his mother. Her mind goes back to that time when she escaped from a lesson only to chase that little cat who was stealing her lunch and the monks had scolded her. She thought she would be angry and would approve of her being punished, but she watched her with love and caressed her cheeks. ''I don't care if they tell you that you are proud, confident and highlight your flaws. You are my girl, my little bird.''

''You are the most hopeful heroine I have ever met.'' Dick smiled at her and the sun illuminated his features. A sweet softness wrapped around him as Kory joined them, the alien taking her hand. ''Don't go, stay with the Teen Titans.'' observed Dick. ''We can help you choose clothes, remodel your room and accompany you to buy those little ducks that go in the bathtub.''

None of them are here, they are just voices that would be lost over time. Raven doesn't want to forget, she has no right to recover from this.

It would have been better to die.

An arm wraps around her shoulder, she doesn't need her powers to know that it’s Damian and she finds herself burying her head in his chest, clutching her fists to his clothes, as if he is going to disappear. She doesn't want him to leave, Raven wants his heart to return, she thinks he would be better elsewhere. Her intentions were never to win with Damian, and she would give in if that implied the safety of this boy. She just wants him to be happy.

Damian lost his brother. They did not know what had happened to Batman and Gotham fell a few days ago. He has nothing.

He pressed down on her body and she could feel his jaw pressed to her head. If she lost him, she would keep this moment forever, she clinging to his arms and he wrapping his arms around her when the sky opens and reveals the stars. She wants to memorize his scent, his strength and he is a point in a story that she did not reach to be narrated; If she had been braver, she would have confessed her feelings to him before, but her life is not made for fairy tales. They are built on a darker premise.

Titus groans and rests his head on her shoulder, runs his tongue over her face and it is a relief. She will miss the animal.

What hero has a happy story?

In another reality he could be hers, or at least enter her life in a different way, even if he rejects her, she would still have him and that would be enough.

She feels his mouth open and close, not knowing what to say. She knows what he will say.

"Don't cover it with sugar, Damian."

He is silent. Raven looks up, still refusing to give up his arms and is looking into his eyes, her green eyes are looking directly at her and she can't believe that this is her end.

She would remember the green tone of his eyes, not compared to wet grass, to the water of a river, but to jade. Damian has grown in recent years; his jaw has become square and must be shaved to get a beard away from his face. His skin color has become more olive, his bones ached when he had a rapid growth and his body developed muscles in the areas closer to that of grown man.

He has changed.

"I'll go back to the League of Assassins." he frowns. "I have already spoken to Lady Shiva."

She thought it would hurt, but she couldn't imagine how much, and her fingers were loosening. Her knowing it was coming indirectly is one thing, hearing it from his lips makes it a reality and loneliness crushes her heart.

Donna is gone.

Conner disappeared into the clouds a few hours ago.

Damian was leaving her now, too.

She had to have seen the signs, maybe it was her bad judgment that convinced her that there was a remote chance that he would stay, but what for? He has nothing to fight for, they cannot remain in the tower forever.

"Oh." escapes her lips.

Suddenly she's walking away, and it may be the last time she sees him.

She wonders if Damian has no doubts. He left the League of Assassins for years and Batman does not approve of Ra's Al Ghul lifestyle, only the one he had intended for his son and instilled other values in him, he would not think well of Damian upon returning. Raven does not know what to think, the barrier could deepen between the two, the league is full of criminals. Maybe going back to the league is the only thing he had as insurance in his life, there is no Nightwing, Batman or the Teen Titans.

One part of her justifies it, but the other is terrified to discover what he could become.

"Everyone is leaving." she murmurs. She tries to keep her tone neutral, but it breaks like a tuned guitar string.

Where would she go? She doesn't have a home, can't even look at the tower without feeling devastated, overwhelmed with pain, and wouldn't be able to make it through the city on her own. Her empathic abilities would end up driving her insane, there's too much pain, the city is kindled by suffering and from a distance she distinguishes its colors.

Damian looks down and she sees the fight in his mind, she almost wants to pass a hand to smooth the wrinkle that forms between his brows.

She would miss that wrinkle.

"Come with me. "

What?

He watches her, there is a shyness sparkle in his eyes and if he had not been so close, he may not even hear it, his proposal is so fast in a thick tone that it would be confusing, but Raven heard it clearly.

She is stunned by the offer.

"Come with me. Lead the League of Assassins by my side." He was looking her in the eye now. His katana in its case, and him in a hoodie. He looks casual, as if he had never witnessed death and pain with his own eyes. "You can do it. You are a good fighter."

Hope was shining within her, Damian wanted them to go together, but she is not an assassin; she has nothing to claim among the ranks of the league.

She can't imagine leading an organization made up of assassins, but where would she go? She has nothing and nobody. She had heard that her mother had a sister, but Arella never spoke directly of her family, limiting herself to just Raven and she doubts very much that they would have survived. She doesn't want to say goodbye to Damian Wayne and watch him go off into the unknown.

Say Yes! A voice inside shouts, it’s optimistic marked by blind love and the promise of a tomorrow, perhaps not a better one, but it is still a more decent future than one of solitude and corpses. She is surprised at how idealistic she can be, even with everything that happened, she still dreamed of this boy, she still sighed because he was offering her a different life, one that would allow her to see him every day. You are not an assassin.

They are his people, not yours, a wicked voice warned her, it is like a snake poisoned with truth, more damaging than her father's words.

''Do you think you will write the tale of the witch and the assassin, idiot girl? '' Trigon scoffs. ''Don't make me laugh, daughter. You are weak, you have always been equal to your mother who believed in demons that fall in love with humans and golden futures.''

Do you want to play the queen of assassins so much?

Raven ducks her head, refusing to look him in the eye. Her mind was in conflict, she wanted to quench her father's teasing and her racing heart believing that he would not leave her alone. She wished for them to build a future together, but she also knows that the place where they would go is not idyllic; It is not a paradise.

"We can be secure." he offers as if it were the last resort. Damian's tone is soft, but it is mixed with doubt and silent resignation, as if he were realizing that she would say no. "It is one of the safest places on the planet."

She strokes his uniform cape, as if to remind herself that this is real, and he is still here.

They look at each other in the eyes. Damian's breathing is heavy, time freezes and she knows that this moment can define what would be of her life in what they had left, she could change it for better or worse.

The person in front of you. The future in front of you.

For the first time in three days she looks at the tower, it is destroyed, holes and cracks damage the T and she realizes that he cannot stay. She cannot bear the idea of being alone, she could not compose herself; she doesn't want to go through another hell where she only has Trigon as a company, him feeding on her pain and weakness. Her father would feel no empathy for her, even if she died, he would still worry about himself.

Maybe it would not be perfect, but it is a future, and she does not want to lose him.

"I'm going to go." She clears her throat. "I'll go with you to the League of Assassins."

Damian nods.

***

She hadn't expected the trip to be this long, but Damian insists it would be days. Nanda Parbat is a fortress in Tibet, she is trying to locate it on the map, and she is half a world away, so they must take a trip on a plane waiting for them outside Jump City. She does not distinguish the face of the pilot, as he is covered by a mask that only leaves his eyes exposed and bows when he sees Damian.

Raven had looked out the window at the decimated city. She has not packed, did not want to rescue anything that was her home, but found a jewel that had belonged to Starfire; she said that it was the only thing she could bring from Tamaran, it is a violet stone that catches sunlight and reminds her of her friend. It had been lying a few meters from her shattered body, as if in her last moments she had clung to the stone.

It breaks her heart when she sees the jewel.

Titus rests his head on her lap and yawns. She smiles at the animal and strokes its head; he had been a loyal and brave dog not to be disturbed when seeing the chaos that the world had become. His soft fur is like the fibers of a carpet and it is warm, like a stuffed animal. He reminds her of good things, laughs in the park, the pet store that always smelled of food, and a box of puppies they gave away in the city center.

The pilot barely looks at her. She is surprised by the technology of the plane, although it is small. Damian sits in the passenger seat, as if he were the one directing it, gives the pilot instructions in another language and the man nods.

When the plane takes off, Raven cannot take her eyes off the city. She feels bad for leaving the corpses of her friends and not giving them a decent burial and leaving. They deserved better.

Watching Jump City hurts, however, she can't look away either.

She wonders what Kory, Garfield, or any of her friends would think if they found out what she was doing, would they get mad? Perhaps they were reproving her from heaven, they look at her with furious eyes and they would have a bad opinion of her decision to follow Damian to lead an organization that the heroes disapprove of.

Jump City, the city where memories had been formed and would remain here, the destroyed tower is a point on the small island from afar, it seems like a fallacy that a few weeks ago she would have lived in that tower with other thoughts hanging around her head. She stretches out her hand on the glass when the plane is about to take off, her fingers touch the point where the destroyed tower is positioned and murmurs a silent prayer to Uxia, the spirit that guides souls to eternal rest and is the protector of the martyrs, to direct her fallen friends to a better place than she is heading for.

"Goodbye." she whispers.

She wants to see their faces for the last time, that they are in a place full of light. Because people as wonderful as them deserve the best, if this life did not offer it to them, then let it be in the next ones.

Feeling eyes on her, Damian is watching her from the passenger seat and there is a grimace on his face, he disappears in the blink of an eye and presses buttons and continues giving orders with a firm voice.

Titus falls asleep on her lap.

The plane takes off and for a few moments she swears that there is a figure flying around the tower, but by then the plane has already crossed the mountains and she is observing the ocean.

Raven presses the jewel that belonged to her friend against her chest, praying that she had not been wrong and blinded by feelings.

''You are weak. You are running away like your mother, but don't worry, daughter; you'll ruin it anyway. You always do it.''

 *** 

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The fanfiction will have ten parts

Inspired by Batman Beyond and Games of Thrones 

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With the heart in his hands

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He had heard stories about fatherhood, men looking with love at their children, feeling that they had gained a precious treasure, could change their lives forever. They promised that they would protect them, it was like a roar inside, something beautiful and unexpected and they would never be the same again. It marked a before and after.

Damian never had that. His mother was a murderer, a cold-eyed woman who was used to every day being a struggle. A part of him assumed that she had loved him in a twisted and dominant way. She loved him the same way you treat a valuable object, she worried when he strayed from the path they had carved out for his life, and his grandfather was a man who put himself in a high position, always forcing him to look up and disguising his dominance and control under discourses on belonging and devotion. Damian thought it was the best he had and if he ever faced the world it would be for Ra's Al Ghul, they both left him at some point in his childhood. Then, his father came, who is someone who dedicated his life to a city consumed by crime and corruption, lived in an eternal search for justice that consumed everything around him, including his own family. thought it was the best he had and if he ever faced the world it would be for Ra's Al Ghul, they both left him at some point in his childhood. Then, his father came, who is someone who dedicated his life to a city consumed by crime and corruption, lived in an eternal search for justice that consumed everything around him, including his own family. Bruce Wayne watches him with love and earns his appreciation, but he will never be his top priority, just as he was not for Talia and Ra’s Al Ghul.

He has never complained about his life. Complaining and lamenting is for the weak, and Damian Wayne would never be either, but he wants to have better references for his son, so he could hold him in his arms without feeling like an idiot.

Damian can maneuver all the weapons in the world, assemble and destroy any object using only his intellect, but his three-week-old baby was different.

He had been gone for two weeks. Just over five days after the birth of his son, as he had to train the new killers for the league, which involved intensive preparation before the new recruits joined the League of the Assassins and he trusted no one but himself, but that had separated him from his family. Two weeks might not be long, yet it was long enough for his son not to recognize him.

Damian knew it, but Raven insisted there were other reasons why he cried when he got close. Still amazed at her ability to do her homework and tend to their son, Raven is caring and dedicated, in a way that makes him envy her and wonder what would have happened if she stayed instead of attending to her duties as head of the League of Assassins.

Looking out the window, the snow falls, and that morning in the Himalayas the wind sounds like the roar of an angry leopard. Damian had had a quiet night. Since it was Raven who took care of the baby by letting him sleep after he appeared last night acknowledging his tiredness, secretly thanking her, since he would not know how to recognize the requests of his son.

He is sitting on the bed drinking tea with a slice of lemon and brown sugar, it is a family drink, but the situation is different. He would be missing fingers to count the times he has had tea looking at the landscape with Raven at his side. They would simply lean against each other in silence, he would be full of secrets and confessions. He had never felt that way with another person, but the space between the two now a new person fills it.

Titus sleeps near the fireplace. Alfred the cat who had been adopted a few months ago was lying a few meters from them, curled up with green eyes fixed on the couple and the baby, as if watching them.

The room is warm, the fireplace is lit with a low fire and looks like an island of warmth in the middle of winter. There is an intricately patterned rug in gold tones that they had chosen together a few years ago, and the bed was comfortable with no exorbitant luxuries. Different from what the Demon Head would be thought to have, but this room in Nanda Parbat was a corner of privacy; no one would disturb them here. There are little memories imprinted on these four walls, secret moments and reminiscent of the engagement ring that they keep in a drawer that they never used. They don't need it, they don't have to wait for white dresses, bouquets and altars.

I don't want a ceremony. Raven had confessed after his proposal and had felt the disappointment and pain hit her face as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at her refusal. My father played the ceremonies with my mother and ended in evil. I don't need a ceremony, protocol and jewelry, just ... need you, Damian Wayne.

Damian had understood her, her reasons were clear and for a person like Raven with a tragic past involving rituals and ceremonies it was easy to understand her rejection of marriage, it was not a refusal to be together. It was at that moment when the lights were off, her eyes were illuminated by the faint moonlight that appeared from the window and he analyzed the features of his girlfriend and realized that they did not require names or labels. The curtains rose and the room was dark as night lit up, like a new dawn and he swore no one would make him feel this way.

Peril of hope, resonates in his head, but it is only the name of a poem, since this is very real and he would share his entire life with her. It is not an illusion, it is not a promise that was taken by a glow that would change the world, this is their future. They could be two stars that orbit around each other, finding some point in their lives.

There are more hopeless futures.

Damian had lived his entire life with third-party plans for his life. Promising that they would bring out the best for him and put out all his thoughts of having an everyday life. He accepted it and raised his head, like a winner, but everything that surrounded Raven was soft and his life was imprinted with small moments in which he was surprised of himself, of the words that come out of his mouth when they are talking and of the actions that he dedicates. He had become accustomed to being with Raven, now he needs to learn to take care of their child.

Damian wants to be a better father.

"You know I'm empathetic, right?"

Observes his girlfriend. His eyes are fixed on his son, the baby is lying on the bed, on top of a small cloth in a pastel tone and he is amazed at how small he is. He is wearing bluish clothes, a miniature hat that drops dark strands like the tar, his skin is of a golden tone very similar to his; He would like to see aspects of Raven, but he looks a lot like him.

It is puzzling.

Looking at his son leaves him stunned. He can't take his eyes off each time he meets him and wonders how he could conceive of something so beautiful, innocent and pure; It makes him feel like a dirty person when he touches him, because he has taken lives. His life was full of authoritarian figures, how could he be what he deserves?

"I can feel your emotions, Damian Wayne," Raven reminds him. She leans towards the baby; he watches him move his little hands. Squeezes her little finger, holding on as if his life depended on it, and it seems like such an alien scene, he feels like a spy. She makes it look so easy. "It's not easy for me either", she whispers, and Damian is surprised. "Some days I think I won't be able to, that I'm not enough for someone who watches me with so much love and devotion and a person like me doesn't deserve a family" Raven adjusts her clothes. Even if he doesn't need her and the baby moans, but he is silent when he hears her voice and watches her with his eyes wide open, as if something about his mother's face had surprised him greatly "but I have him".

He remains silent.

"I was born with a purpose. It would be a door to destroy worlds. There was no other future for me, and my mother sometimes observed me as a stranger realizing my powers… You know my relationship with my father" She looked away. The baby grimaced and clenched his hands into two perfect fists as if the mention of his maternal grandfather would displease him. She ran her fingers over his palms, relaxing her son's hands, just like she did when she thought he needed to relax. "I feared for many things, but not for this. Not from Malik. "

The name echoed in his head and its meaning could not fit better, his son could be the king of their hearts. Damian had inadvertently given him a part of his heart ever since he learned of his existence.

Raven strokes Malik's small foot covered in a woolen sock "You're afraid".

He crossed his arms. One part yelled at him that this was not the case, but it was no use arguing because it is the truth.

Instinctively he moved to be by her side as if to demonstrate with actions that this was not the case, but it was useless because as soon as his son saw him, he began to complain and his mouth twisted into a grimace that threatened to cry.

He was about to get up and leave, in order not to disturb his baby. All his theories about what he considered a stranger were confirmed, but Raven stopped him with a glance and he remained in his place on the bed as if supported by a rope on the edge of the precipice.

He clenched his fists on the blanket covering the bed and watched as she carried Malik who was crying. The boy twisted in her arms and continued to complain, but now he was silent because he was being breastfed.

Alfred the cat yawns and turns his back on them, falling into a deep sleep.

Damian grimaces, wants to be more helpful and not just sit around not knowing what to do. He brushes her hair away so that she could breastfeed more comfortably. Stroking her shoulders with a massage, and Raven sighs intently at her son when he decides he's had enough.

Malik is looking at him now.

"Hold him" He almost protested, but by then she had already put him in his arms.

His eyes fell on Malik, the baby was looking at him with a frown and he wonders how someone so small can do such a thing. His eyebrows are black and thick, it seems that he was analyzing him, checking if they had a similarity or not.

He's light, barely weighs in his arms, and let’s Raven guide his hands holding his head and back. His hands are big compared to his baby, he was full of calluses and he is afraid to break him from the pressure, he seems fragile and is so small ...

"Just relax".

He lets out a breath, and she abandons him completely, but is looking at him.

Malik is still frowning. For the first time in weeks they look into each other's eyes. His son has green eyes with purple specks, as if two jewels had fused inside his iris and he is giving it different meanings, he invents theories and processes.

This is a different kind of love, one that almost filled his eyes with tears and would travel the world if this being asked him, but he also feels impure, not worthy of his son.

He doesn't deserve it.

"He looks like you," Damian says, wanting to break the order of his thoughts. He concentrates on his slightly bluish hair, it catches the light and turns it into a bluish glow, he wants to think that something so beautiful belongs to Raven and not to him. "He has your features."

She lets out a snort that sounds like tongue-in-cheek laughter, gently runs a hand down the baby's chubby cheek and he tries to capture his fingers to hold on to them.

"You are kidding, right?" Damian does not stop observing the face of his son, but he is listening to her. Trying to find places that belonged to Raven, the shape of the eyes, the subtly upturned nose and the way she clung to someone. "He looks like you", Raven leans closer and leans her head against his shoulder. "Malik has your features and expressions, he frowns just like you, he clenches his fingers into a fist when he feels threatened, he usually growls when he is irritated. He is serious and he has your temperament", she enumerates" Someone help us", she jokes.

Damian smiles to himself, tries to find everything she had said about their baby.

He has his eyes, the elongated shape marked by the lashes is his. Damian recognizes the tan tone of his skin, the eyebrows widened in the middle and he almost seems to see traits of his father that have touched Malik. See’s how his lips twist into a grimace, he has a small mouth and with each babble a dimple is marked on his right cheek.

Raven has no dimples.

How can someone like him make something so beautiful?

"This is our life now." She kisses him on the chin, he almost leans towards the touch of her lips and wonders how he has been able to deprive himself of this for two weeks, he would never have enough. "We can do it" He smiles at her. "Even if we are wrong, we always try to make the best of each other".

His mouth drops open as he watches Malik yawn and close his eyes in his arms preparing to sleep. He fights against unconsciousness as if he doesn't want to miss this moment and almost rolls his eyes with grace to see how he insists on staying awake.

"You have to sleep" he whispers to him. His voice is in a tone that he never hoped to ever use, different from the voices of the authority figures who had ruled his life, it is charged with sweetness and brotherly love. He guides one of his fingers towards his small hands, he clings to his index finger and is strong "You must have had a long day".

Raven smiles placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"A tired day for a three-week-old baby."

He rolls his eyes, prefers to focus on his son who opens his eyes every time they are talking and babbles, as if he wants to participate in the conversation.

"You have to go to sleep, Malik."

The baby closes his eyes, allowing himself to be overcome by sleep, a thread of saliva comes out of his mouth and he smiles. Raven wipes the saliva with a piece of cloth and is laughing.

"I can't believe he has that about you, too."

"What?"

"You also drool when you sleep. Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. "

 "Intelligent" he murmurs.

He gathers his son in his arms, he sleeps with his head resting against his shoulder and feels his breath against his neck. It reminds of someone.

"You do this."

Raven raises an eyebrow as she folds Malik's clothes down onto a piece of furniture. "What?" She asks absentmindedly.

He clears his throat "You hide your head on my neck when we are sleeping, Malik does the same".

A smile appears on Raven's lips and she feels that she is complete.

In his past he never imagined that he would have a partner. That he would be willing to wait for her and give in, fight against the whole world for Raven. He always thought that love is an idea in collective thought, it was a deal, that if he were with someone it would be to get resources or benefits of any kind. He thought that if he had children it would be so that his bloodline would remain.

Here he is years later wanting to share his life with someone beyond contracts. Wanting to burn formalities in front of institutions and authorities, accepting this force of gravity in the form of a person that she was, holding his son in his arms vowing to protect him and would do anything to keep a smile on his child's lips like a deity promise.

"We've had so many wounds and scars," Raven whispers. Their eyes are fixed on Malik and both join their hands, intertwining their fingers. "Sometimes I feel like I will open my eyes and it will be a disaster again."

Damian says nothing but understands her. He feels the same way.

He watches his son, who is sleeping, hiding his face in his neck. His breathing is the flapping of the wings of a bird. He is so small and fragile, his chest rises and he does think that in his life he has performed acts that he has never thought about doing much more now, he leans forward and places a kiss on his forehead. Presses his lips on his forehead, feels how he relaxes in his gesture and finds himself smiling.

Maybe he would live his whole life thinking he didn't deserve this, but he's willing to explore that kind of love that couldn't hurt and makes him feel like a better person. One who would build a family and swears he won't see the same thing that marked him, in his infancy. His Malik, his child in his arms, paints his future in green and purple, just like his eyes.

Raven leans in, sighs against his shoulder and wishes she was nowhere else but here.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017), Justice League vs. Teen Titans (2016), DC Animated Universe (Timmverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Raven/Damian Wayne Characters: Raven (DCU), Damian Wayne, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Trigon (DCU) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, The League of Assassins (DCU), Body Guard, Assassins & Hitmen, Mind Games, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, emotions are hard, protect Damian, he's a little shit but we love him, Aged-Up Character(s), Witches, Past Child Abuse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

After several attempts on Damian Al Ghul's life The League of Assassins decide he needs more protection. He is not happy about it.

Midnight Decisions

Preface: https://middleinthenight21.tumblr.com/post/618878723765256192/one-by-one

Chapter 1: Midnight Decisions 

***

In Azarath there was a story about a monk who lost his loved one and his family as a result of a plague that punished the dimension. He was determined to reunite with his loved ones, but the spirits wanted more for him, wanted him to impart hope, and his story was a warning to others.

He was going to be their pilgrim.

Regardless of what the spirits told him and the will that was imprinted in a prophecy for his life, the monk could not bear it and ended his life on a hill outside the temples. He cursed the cruelty of the spirits, his life that for a few years was brilliant and the purpose devoid of empathy that they brought him.

"Damn them all!" He exclaimed.

He raised a dagger skyward, the abode of the spirits, and buried it in his neck, right in an artery.

His death was slow and lonely, there was no one to mourn him and the blood was still fresh on earth.

The spirits had not allowed the monk's blood to dry and be absorbed by the earth after decades.

"Do you know what it means, girl?"

Raven was small when she looks at the blood on the hill. The temples of Azarath behind her, the warm wind kissed her skin and the grass is damp under her bare feet, when she observes the blood is invaded by nostalgia, anxiety, hopelessness, helplessness and sadness; she never expected to feel so many emotions and at her young age she was stunned.

The monk's happy years were a dream that is now a nightmare, chasing him in the dark moments and plucking his joys from the roots. You can see him at the top of the hill with tears in his eyes, invaded by sadness and anger with a bright dagger in his hands, ready to end his life.

Think of it as a sad story.

"The spirits have a purpose for everyone." her teacher says, observing the blood without compassion, like something unclean. "This happens to the arrogant, who believe they can cut their lives without consequences. We are not withered leaves and if we think we are dead we can still recover.'' there is a note of contempt in his voice.

Currently, she thinks he is cruel.

The monk's words had intended to teach her a lesson, wisdom, but there is no mercy in his speech.

In her childhood she had been intimidated by her teacher, the man criticized her harshly and supervised her days, as if she were an object.

She sees herself standing in front of her teacher. She is back in Azarath when the leaves of the trees are green, the sky a bluish canvas, and the temples with their gold-plated domes shine in the rays of the sun, just as it was before she summoned her father and destroyed everything.

The dimension is still active in your head, it will never leave you.

His eyes run from head to toe in disapproval, as if he really saw her, and his gaze is the dagger she drives into her neck.

Her mind travels to that battle in the tower where she lost everything, to her friends leaving perhaps forever, to the empty eyes of Damian when they killed his brother in front of him and learned of the fall of Gotham. Then, Damian was also going, but this time she did not accept to accompany him, and her father's voice is a curse. She thinks that her existence does not have a purpose, she looks for anything to start her life by the roots, even if she knows that she will not, because her death cannot be easy to achieve. Everything was taken from he, so she would not live to end the tragedy.

She looks like a girl in her memory, but all her experiences are intertwined, and she is not the same. She can't be.

Raven is angry at the monk, she is furious at his cruelty and remembers the times when he intimidated her, which pushed her beyond possible as a child. She goes back to that afternoon when he had yelled at her mother saying that something is wrong with Raven, that she does not belong here, and he thinks she should go.

"Fuck you and your stories." spit.

The man looks up in surprise.

***

The plane lands in a field in Tibet and a car with a small group of masked people is waiting for them.

The men are masked, their white garments shaken by the wind that is camouflaged by the snow, seem to be part of the landscape; they move like blades, they are firm and fast. From afar she feels the formality, the lethality of their swords and their sharp eyes, they have a deep and dangerous look.

When Damian gets off the plane, he looks like someone else. His shoulders square and he walk with his arms clasped behind his back, puffing up his chest, like a bird showing off the colors of his plumage.

Raven feels alien in her pants, her boots and the jacket on her shoulders is Damian's, she seems like a little girl compared to these people. One of them is a man with broad shoulders, heavy feet and a thick voice. When he gets out of the car, he tilts gratefully for the lack of weight and she sticks her back to the seat holding on to the dog feeling the serious aura that surrounds the man; the others act as if they have a position and are respected.

She watches the exchange from the plane window.

The pilot had barely observed her, acted like she was an invisible entity in the back seat of the plane throughout the trip. Now he adjusts the controls and prepares to appear in front of the bigger man with a bow.

There is tension in Damian's shoulders when the man speaks to him.

The wind blows over their bodies, the air is icy like all these people, it's as if even the weather will adapt to the League of Assassins. Her fingers tighten on the jewel that belonged to her friend, like an amulet, and she wishes she wasn't wrong.

There is a nod from the man and Damian is accompanied by four other hooded men towards the plane, there is a conversation in another language, she is surprised by the tone of her friend when he gives him an order, he is authoritative and full of harshness.

The door opens.

The men freeze when they see a girl sitting in a seat, next to a dog and Damian growls. People enter picking up the few things that belonged to their leader; as well as wooden boxes that are stacked in the hold of the plane.

"Come." He takes her hand, helps her up. She appreciates it because her legs tingle for the number of hours she was sitting and for a few moments, the world turns in a dizziness. He does not abandon her until she can walk on her own.

Titus stays by her side all the time and growls when strangers position themselves next to her, even a few meters away. The animal acts as if she will need protection, it causes tenderness, since she has only seen him act like this with children and caresses his head to relax him.

The grass under her boots is frosty and creaks with every step, the cold is a painful whip and she is soon hugging her body, holding back the chills.

Damian is ahead of the group; he has his gaze fixed forward and listens to what the big man says.

During the rest of the trip she only sees his back, his rigid posture and she remembers that hug in the middle of the night when she was about to collapse, he seems like another person now, more distant and disciplined.

Damian's jacket is light, it would protect her from the coastal cold, but not from the winter of the Himalayas.

They follow the group through hills and rugged terrain.

She observes the snowy mountains, she has never seen higher ones and they are like frozen towers, they are eroded by the furious wind. There is an ethereal beauty in the landscape. It reminds her of those images from remote places. Those that inspired tales in which people lived who drank hot chocolate and melted goat cheese in their wooden cabins, where nature is dominant, an unpredictable force and winters could kill.

This is not Jump City.

Raven walks with her head down, hiding her face behind a curtain of hair. This is her first day away from the city, the pain still follows her. She doesn't want them to see her puffy eyes, red nose and turquoise lips from the cold.

There are no emotions in the air, they are stealthy, and the men's steps seem measured. There here are no chills or tiredness in their bodies. These people float, like they have wings and behave like soldiers. There are no jokes or conversations, only submission and obedience.

She wonders what it would be like to grow up in a place like this. Surrounded by people who do not allow themselves to feel emotions, who barely exchange words and agree to any request from their leader, knowing that all these people belong to them. She is not surprised by Damian's attitude when he arrived at the Titans.

Her teeth chatter and she has to bite her lips to make it not noticeable.

There is a growl.

One of the men pushes folded clothing in her direction, it is black and thick, covered by a wool cape. Raven is surprised when he insists that she receive it. Titus growls and she quickly wraps her body in the jacket, now the cold seems like an idea.

For the first time since they landed, she can stop shaking.

"Thanks." she murmurs.

The man shared a look with his partner, as if he could hardly believe she was thanking him.

Raven reaches into her pockets when she feels more glances at her figure, they stop for a moment. She thinks she has done something wrong. Maybe they misunderstood her, since they seem not to speak the same language and she has insulted them without knowing it.

The big man says something to Damian, he is ignored, and he barks an order; the men return to their activities and nobody gives her a glance at what remains of the trip.

***

The ground is steep, full of pebbles that crumble with their steps and the wind is dry and cold. From the distance she observes hot springs. The water of a river gives off a steam that rises like a cloud, around it there are green grasses and moss. It looks like an oasis in the middle of a desert and she realizes that this is not like the cities and landscapes that had painted her life, it does not compare with any.

The men continue to climb, barely aware of the height, but Raven begins to suffer from headaches and knows it will only get worse.

She looks back.

To see the mountains covered with snow. The grass and the trees shaken by the wind, the rivers of warm water, the greenery that covered them. The animals are wild spots that play hunter and prey.

Maybe the view is worth the migraine.

***

The first time Raven is in the height of the mountain, she holds back not to vomit. She knows that her body is stronger than an average human and over time she would develop resistance, but her stomach is a whirlwind of food and gastric juices. She is still half human and not used to height.

She feels like she might pass out at any moment and every step is like walking in the mud, it's laborious. It is more exhausting of her energies than in a spell, or the process of healing a wound.

Her head hurts, her legs are shaken by the wind, and her insides don't help at all. The biggest man growls that they must get to Narba Parbat as soon as possible for that they must walk kilometers in the middle of the snow and, wind and try not to think about the cracks hidden under the ice.

When the sun hides behind the mountains, dyeing the peaks in a pretty pink shade, they decide to rest, since the night could be dangerous. But she doubts that they do it for them, but because they observe her face, covered in sweat and clear signs that she will get sick if they continue.

Raven doesn't want to be the weak one in the group. She has a feeling that the league wouldn't appreciate someone who could become a burden, but Damian orders the construction of a tent.

The men gather in different positions observing the sky with apprehension. Their swords in their sheaths and they seem to be sentinels in the middle of the snow. The flakes fall from the clouds and flood the earth settling in the cracks. Their suits cling to the shadows, when the darkness is present, they are not scared, but act as allies.

She looks at her whitish fingers, too pale for even a person like her, and her nails begin to turn turquoise.

Damian offers her the shelter when the moon is a blur between the clouds and the cold has claimed her bones, aching in the joints and limbs, as if she were an old woman.

She follows him like a sheep to a shepherd, everything seems very familiar to him. They had shared missions in inhospitable places, not staying long enough for temperatures or weather conditions to be inconvenient. Yet they had gravitated around each other for years, following each other. She is not surprised that at the end of the world they had also stayed together, but they are marked.

He no longer looks at her with the same eyes, he seems remote and speaks formally. His face is familiar, but his body language and the cold voice is foreign.

The shelter is small. Inside it seems that they live in another environment, because it is lukewarm, and the fabric blows with the wind. There is a sleeping bag, a lamp and a lot of armful of fabric folded in one corner.

Titus leans on top of the sack, as if waiting for her to do the same.

Raven watches Damian after entering the shelter. One part of her expects him to stay but knows he will not.

"Rest." he said with an empty look before disappearing.

So, she is alone and wraps her shoulders around a heavy blanket over the sleeping bag. She had checked the blankets, they are made from animal skins, hides and pieces of fabric.

The lamp casts a dim golden light. Raven watches the orange flame dance in the air and it's her first night outside of Jump City; since the planet was invaded and the heroes lost the battle.

Questions pop into her head, like ads on a commercial break: Had she given up too quickly? What was in store? Her mind projects the face of her Amazon friend arriving at her island, exhausted and hurt by the deaths. She wishes that the Kent’s are alive, thus it would return some light to her friend's eyes.

Thoughts and memories attack her, she cannot fall asleep. She sees fire, death and screams, but she is invisible, and she is silent, they are in her head. She is alone in a tent, Titus rests his head on her legs and stays there, she feels that the dog is afraid to move from her side.

Everything seems so unreal.

She does not feel like a teenager, but rather like someone much older. Who would fill the pages of a tragic book and make the reader want to look away from her story, there is nothing admirable in her life. No victory feels enough, and the ghosts of her life visit her in solitude. She still returns to Azarath, her mother is a recurring figure bringing and taking memories, like she is a criminal. Her friends scream when she closes her eyes, they materialize when she is unprepared. She thinks that she will finally be able to sleep the hours that correspond to her, but she doesn't.

Raven is alive, but she is not a winner.

She covers the dog with a blanket, it is a piece of cloth made from animal leather, she knows it only by feeling the texture. Damian probably does not approve of it; he would growl and solve the problem. Damian Wayne does not sit around waiting for the problems to resolve on their own, he runs into danger and attacks it looking it right in the eye.

That line of her thoughts is much better than the previous ones.

She looks towards the entrance of the shelter; the fabric returns through the air leaving a fine opening to the outside and she observes Damian's back. He is wearing a thick coat and buries his hands in his pockets. His eyes are fixed on the sky with a frown, the big man is gesturing, he seems lost in a subject, but from a distance she sees that the young man is immersed in his own world, absent.

How can he be so strong?

She strokes the dog's head, as if to remind herself that he is still here and still has comfort. The animal lets out a groan of satisfaction when she strokes his ears and he rub his head against her legs to warm her up. Titus was a shy puppy, he trembled when she held him the first time. With Damian he was disciplined and barked at the right times, he is a good boy. But when Raven is around, he becomes a completely spoiled baby and she thinks of how difficult it would have been being away from the dog, of not accepting Damian's offer.

''Lead the League of Assassins with me.''

Even with Damian in her life she doesn't feel like she's doing something right. She walks straight into a society of murderers with anxiety and fear of the unknown biting at her soul. The world is still under attack. Millions are dying and the only thing that mattered to her is that she would be left alone, that she would look at the corpses and think that her existence never made sense.

She came to the world in rape, for evil reasons and a foreign purpose running through her veins. Perhaps that was her punishment for who she is. Karma to pay.

She deserved the pain.

''You are weak, you filthy witch. There is no safe place for you.''

She looks at her trembling fingers, and her shoulders drop slightly. She feels that her body is betraying her, makes her helpless, and subordinate. And suddenly she only thinks of vomiting, of mutilated bodies, the roar of the wind is parademons, tearful people and sharp points.

She feels like she is drowning.

She squeezes her head, wanting to silence her father's annoying voice.

A sound interrupts her.

A figure makes its way into the tent, emerges from outside and Raven looks up, her eyes fixed on Damian when she recognizes him. The young man's face shows dark circles like black bags under his eyes. His features create shadows and lights in the golden light of the lamp, his body is covered by his coat, and they look into each other's eyes.

They are observed in depth, as if they knew everything of the other.

Raven feels that her emotions are molecules that feel attracted to him, gather around him and cannot help but show his state. She understands that he has not been able to fall asleep either, Damian has lost his family and friends; they both lost too much.

Now they are two ships in the middle of a hurricane, but Damian Wayne would always be safer, and would take to a port much faster.

Damian stands at the entrance, saying nothing and everything freezes around him.

She spreads her blanket and he understand that she is inviting him to sit next to her. He hesitates for a few moments but sits next to her and Raven spreads the blanket over his shoulders. Her hands tremble when she momentarily touches him, but she quickly disappears when she turns her hands towards the dog that now closes its eyes fighting against unconsciousness.

They are sitting in a corner of the tent with a blanket around their shoulders, with the golden light and she feels accompanied. Her interior feels a little fuller, this has become after days of being ignored and carried among the mountains as baggage.

She feels that even though they are next to each other there is still a great distance between them, it is a bridge that cannot burn.

"I shouldn't have brought you."

Raven's thoughts shake and her insides scream. She wants to think that she has not heard it. That it is a product of her restless imagination, but she concentrates on the echo of his words in the shelter and on the mocking laugh of her father. What has already been said and the hurricane turns, devouring whatever existed between the two.

The door is closing.

Her shoulders sag and she looks down, her lips twist into a grimace and she doesn't want to look at him. She doesn't want to observe his face and he is walking away forever. Unconsciously, she looks for places where she could stay. One far from the mountains and the height, and she would not be in a remote corner, but all the shelters are sad.

Her heart is breaking right now.

She thinks it was a mistake and his proposal with the stars shining in the sky, during death and destruction, when they had clung and thought of his arms as a safe place, is now soaked by this confession.

Raven was too dumb.

''Go, daughter. Run away to another place as always, anyway, I will end up getting out and...''

"The League of Assassins has divided into factions." Damian's voice separates her from her mind, he sounds tired and he clenches his hand into a fist. "The most important families are fighting for power." he frowns at the tent floor. "It is no longer what my grandfather struggled to maintain for so many years." he growled.

She feels how her interior is consumed by a sense of relief and then by silent disappointment-That is not her-. Damian is now a bluff of negative feelings and that wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens, it is a hidden groove. She is shaken by the emotions that came from the boy, he was too exposed, without the armor that he usually puts before the feelings.

It affects him more than he can admit.

He closes his eyes and murmurs." League of Assassins is broken and even if I return, I will have to fight to take possession of the head and return it to its former glory", he explains. Raven's stomach adjusts and rearranges her thoughts, farewells are left behind, and she is replaced by alertness. Damian looks away. "I shouldn't have asked you to come." he confesses.

Damian fears for her.

A warm sensation envelops her interior and her eyes soften: The person in front of you. The future in front of you, sings a voice inside.

The future is now uncertain, full of bloodshed and tension. They were moving away from one war to enter another. Raven had tried to keep her head above water all her life, forces had forced her to go back to hell. She returned from dark places so many times that what will happen later seems a path of roses, even if something bad happened to her it would not be so bad.

There is no glory in one more body on the battlefield, but Damian need not know.

She rests her head against his shoulder, "You'll manage to lead the league."

His closeness is a scorching force. She breathes in his scent permeating her sense of smell. He smells of woody lotion and his clothes are wet in certain areas from snowflakes that melt from the heat. She could take his hand, but she doesn't know if it will be appreciated. Instead she pats the dog and tries to offer him some comfort, even if she was at a loss for words.

Raven wants to offer better advice, speeches about what he could achieve and praise his ability to overcome challenges. In the past, she had thought of Damian as a survivor. A boy who fought tooth and nail for what he believed belonged to him, with clear and marked ideals, even if they were not his own.

He is now a hopeless child, searching the ashes for a new purpose and longing for the old glory.

After all they went through it doesn't surprise her that he taking this attitude, she just wants him to be more open with his pain, so she wouldn't have to guess what he going through. She wouldn't constantly wonder if it hurt him as much as it hurt her.

Damian leans his head against hers, she feels him slipping in comfort. The tension leaving his shoulders and he sighs against her scalp, it's an overwhelming breath. The blanket seems warmer, the wind shaking the tent no longer causes chills and the feeling that the construction would collapse on her body. He crashes his shoulders against hers and Raven watches the trembling of the flame of the lamp, while her body relaxes.

"It won't be easy." he whispers.

Keep talking, she thinks, but her lips are sealed. His voice is like a dance guided by a soft melody, it leaves her thirsty and little drinks are not enough, it calms her nerve. She can listen to entire speeches from her friend who slowly turned into something else, earned a place in her heart and Raven knows that for him she would give her life, but it is more than that, for Damian she would stay alive.

This is the most stable thing she has ever had in her life.

She sees the risk, the fire in the assassins' eyes and the edge of their swords in her throat, but it's worth it.

She feels the drowsiness claiming her body, the fatigue falls and catches her. Her legs ache from the intense journey to the Himalayas, her eyes are heavy, and she struggles to stay awake, but the atmosphere pulls and is too strong.

Damian sighs and keeps his eyes on one point in the distance. He does not move away, neither of them wants to end this moment. This is like an island surrounded by dangerous reefs, comfort will not last forever and they have to put on their armor for the future that awaits them.

Even clinging to the other, she wonders if she has made the right decision and was not guided by feelings. Maybe she walked blindfolded, she doesn't want to be a burden, someone to worry about.

She knew the silence before uncertain dawns.

This is an illusion.

She wonders what would have become of them without pasts full of pain. Without layered heroes and enemies with the ability to destroy the world. Perhaps they could sail in a sea full of possibilities, like the lovers in the old stories of Azarath. Perhaps they would never know each other, or would, but they would not have this and focus on their own affairs.

For Damian she would only be a few more eyes, and Raven would consider him as a passing object that would not leave a trace.

They are all sad futures.

***

A bark rips her from her sleep, there is a canine tongue licking her face. When her eyes open, she is alone lying in a thick pile of blankets and a diver serving as a pillow.

Has she slept all night? The thought is alien to her, because weeks ago she has not been able to fall asleep for more than a handful of hours.

Titus growls and there are sounds from outside. It is still cold, Raven struggles to wake up, runs a hand through her hair wanting to remove any mess and feels the presence of more people.

There are new voices.

She sits on her bed, still dazed by the memories of the night before. Still struggling against the idea that this is not the tower. The concrete of the roofs is replaced by a thin cloth, where few rays of the sun pass through it like lasers and the sounds that come from outside are not familiar voices. They do not have the words or the faces that she would have liked to find.

Her cheeks turn pink when her mind travels to the night before, clearly recalling every scent, touch and detail. His confession had ignited her unease; He let her know that The League of Assassins is more dangerous than he thinks. They had both taken refuge under the covers, as if the cold was a plausible excuse to be together and he left her gently lying down.

Where's Damian?

She wonders what it would be like to wake up next to him. That his green eyes are the first and the last thing she will see when the sun hides behind the Himalayas and believes the idea that he leaves before dawn to go to the ridiculous, but in this existence, both coexist with pain. Sacrifices and death haunts them like a hound to a bone.

The only thing that seems ridiculous to her is that she will stay, but it is still possible for them to rest from their battles and calm each other's wounds. Her heart raises questions about Damian's absence, hurt that he's not here and beats with the idea that he cares about her.

Would he be able to ease her pain just by staying by her side?

Raven thinks it is a very happy and idealistic concept for people like them.

***

When she leaves the tent after breakfast will be brought to her, the snow falls on a soft curtain and a chill run through her figure as she is struck by the sudden temperature change.

Her back bristles at the sight of a whole contingent of people, they comb the area and keep the area under surveillance. Raven can feel the gaze of more than one on her figure, but they do not detect her as a threat, possibly they already have knowledge.

The League of Assassins were considered high-profile criminals, a terrorist organization that subjected the world to an extremist ideal of justice. They saw no people, but soldiers ready to indoctrinate for their cause. Raven didn't think any differently, judging from Damian's initial behavior, he just ended up confirming it.

Boy, things have changed, she thought.

''They are just rotting meat sacks. They will fall just like your porcelain heroes.''

"Shut up." she growls.

One of the men gives him a sharp look, but he doesn't say anything, not that she expects him to.

They act as if she were an invisible entity, she is transparent with the snow and she does not matter.

There are more people than expected and Raven doesn't know where to go. The one that most catches her attention is a tall, muscular woman in a red suit that leaves little to the imagination and reminds her of those warriors who appear in video games that Garfield and Jaime liked so much, that their suits can hardly be considered armor. The woman's hair is short and dark, she has a rough beauty, it is as if she is carrying a heavy armor and her eyes have experienced more than she lets on.

Damian stands near a row of cars and talks to the warrior. What she hears doesn't seem good, since his eyebrows are wrinkled, and his arms are crossed on his chest. He is shorter compared to the other warriors, but somehow manages to stand out. If she did not know him, she would think that he is the undisputed leader just by observing the dynamics of the group.

You don't need powers for that.

The woman is the one who sees her first. Her dark eyes protrude through her eyeliner and makes her look like a feline that is about to jump on a defenseless mouse. She gives her a hard look and Titus sticks his body to her, ready to protect her from anyone.

She does not know what to do, her feet struggle in the dirty snow and she is torn between approaching or not.

There is an order floating in the air and her tent is being taken apart. The pieces transported in the trunk of a car and Raven watches as the hooded figures hands are agile, they advance in seconds and she knows that their swords are extensions of their bodies, with one movement they could amputate arms and stop hearts.

The woman is the first to approach.

Titus groans, but he doesn't hurt, and she has to lift her chin to look the murderer in the eye.

"Good morning, Raven." she says, her tone is formal and devoid of emotion. Her short hair dances to the Himalayan wind. "I am Lady Shiva" leaves no room for her to continue. Her breath freezes in a cloud. "We will leave for Narba Parbat in a few minutes. Get in the second car." She moves forward and has to run to catch up with Lady Shiva. The woman clasps her hands behind her back, not looking at her, but supervising the others. "Do not ask questions, you will not speak to men, nor will you move if we do not order it. When we reach the fortress, you will be given further instructions".

She opens the car door.

Raven grimaces, the woman's orders and her tone echo in her head, and she feels out of place. She is a foreign figure to these people.

''Is that how your story begins, daughter? The boy will not give you happiness. You, daughter, are not worth it.''

Are you wrong?, Asks a voice fed by her father.

"What are you waiting for? " Lady Shiva opens the door, the interior is empty, and she can feel the heating from outside. The woman's eyes itch on her figure, it is to transport her childhood where instructors and teachers treat her like a girl who needs direction.

A stirring rise inside her, it is as if a snake crawls inside her and is confirmed when the dog bristles, looking towards his surroundings with suspicion.

Something is happening, her senses are alert, and she knows that something is coming.

"Why…"

Lady Shiva's irritated voice is cut off as a growl resounds from a distance and the small birds resting in the trees flutter and fly in different directions, she hears their squawks and the churning in the wild. Of colossal and dangerous animal origin, Raven is ready to cast a protection spell on these people, but the killers think differently.

Her initial thought is that this is not a parademons, but an entire horde. She can anticipate danger, trust her predictive powers, even if she have ignored them before.

Damian growls orders, draws his sword and runs to the front position, he would be the first target.

She does not know if they have a knowledge of what they are facing, and she wants to warn them. Whatever was coming towards them is bigger than parademons, and it has a self-awareness. It may not be a thinking being, but it has emotions, it has a beating heart, and it is not a creation of a new god of anti-life.

It is millennial, like a creature taken from a fairy tale.

SHE NEEDS TO TELL THEM.

Before she knows it, Lady Shiva pushes her into the car and closes the door. Titus begins to bark, jumps to the height of the glass and scratches it with his nails, but it is useless.

She is a little stunned by the turn of the movement, she realizes that she is faster than she thought, and her training had to be hard, beyond human capabilities, it reminds her of Kory's speed. In a second, Raven is already in the car.

She tries to open the door, but it is locked.

She must go.

The warrior in red runs into the ranks with her saber in her hands, positioning herself at Damian's level and adopting a defensive pose. The assassins gathered around her have bows and arrows pointed skyward. The leader probably thinks it is the Darkseid army that had defeated the league, took his father perhaps forever, finished off his family and she know that Damian will have no mercy.

Not after what happened.

Titus is barking loudly.

Raven is angry, she is not here to be locked up and banished from battles, she does not want to be cared for and overprotected. She had enough when she was a girl, that did not save her from the disaster and over the years she realized that the best thing would always be to fight.

''Do you really think you will be happy?''

She had promised her father that she would fight him step by step. She still wouldn't let her father be right, but the doubt is implanted in her head and she wonders if these murderers know about her identity as a heroine (surely yes), but does that matter? When there is no world to save and each of the figures she admired were smashed to pieces before her eyes, her father's contempt and hatred speeches still linger.

He had played with her head when she was a child. Promised love and the hope of building a heritage, where she would be more than his assistant, she would be his beloved daughter. The hand that he would hold when he would achieve victory, paternal affection in exchange for worlds.

Raven did not want destruction, she just wanted to find love. The kind that looks at you with good eyes, holds your hands in times of adversity and hopes that you become a good person. She wanted a father who would help her when she fell and a figure that could hug her. But when she found him, she had nothing of that, but a being who could not love anyone and absorbed misfortune as food. He was not the loving father that she had wanted when she was little, someone who would help her understand herself. She would ask and Trigon would answer, he just used her, so he forced her to hate him, she ran away and found what she wanted so much.

She did it by herself.

She searched for love all her life, but it was also lethal.

Raven watches the dog's face through the car window and the assassins gathered around Damian scanning the skies and the stir in the air. It is as if nature knew they were in danger or maybe she will collaborate with the assassins.

She was not outside, but locked in a car, acting like she is useless.

''As I said ... You are weak, daughter.''

She needed to focus on something else, anything, except her father's mocking laugh echoing through the air. She focuses on the expectant and excited auras of assassins imagining their prey's head hanging on their walls, like a trophy, in the upright posture, and Damian's narrow eyes scanning the skies. She was watching him take his first steps as the Demon Head. The swing of his sword and a death.

Raven closes her eyes, glued her back to the seat and regulates her breathing, assuming the lotus position.

Inhale and exhale.

It is a simple exercise. It was the first thing the monks taught her. She had been a quiet girl and pride hit when they restricted her. She could be full of excuses and turns, for people as obedient, strict and helpful as the monks of Azarath, she could be a problem. Her bad mood and tendency to back away was a collective complaint. Raven could be empathetic, but she didn't connect with people, until they taught her astral projection.

It wasn't always a raven. Before it was a smaller and more elusive thing, an invisible ghost of itself.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the colors of emotions, feelings, energies and the color of life in her hands. The world was never so full of colors, she learned about the rhythm of the heartbeat, the souls bathing the earth. As the flowers and the trees breathed the oxygen from the air, it was like another universe.

Everything was full of color, but years later she would do it again not as a student, but to save the lives of her teammates and catch criminals. Their purposes were painted with heroism.

She no longer saw the world in bright colors like a painting, but in shades of gray and knew that it was more than astral projections, energies and feelings, but what is beyond people. The world was not that perfectly working machine that she imagined as a girl, but it is full of small bumps and loose ends. Those spaces where energy escapes and should not be approached, however, here it was.

It was like looking at a scene from above. When her soul came out of her body, she was a raven. She saw evil and revenge in the heart of many of these shoulders, they were vines that tied her feet to the ground. Others had their eyes covered by the honor and the speeches of Ra's Al Ghul, there were complexities like Lady Shiva, whose heart is cold as the ice accumulated in the mountains but continued to beat for an unknown purpose.

The snow had a bluish color, it caught on like lightning when the flakes fell, as if it embraced the frost and the sky was a crystalline soup. She looked at Damian, but quickly looked away, it would not be her who saw his heart without his permission. She was once in his head and she promised himself that it would be the last; it was an invasion of privacy.

''If you do it more than once it's not an accident, Raven.'' a monk's voice chided. ''You have to set a limit. You only look inside a house if the owner gives you permission.''

She felt Damian's heartbeat like a drum in her ears, a melody of war and seemed to throw it away like the force of gravity exerted by the earth, but she was not here to spy.

If it was Darkseid's army, she would be the first to know.

The trees stirred, stunned by the approaching colossal figure. She felt the snort of it's breath and the beating of the wings raising gusts of wind. It could not be a Parademon, she confirmed this being had a heart and knew that it was more than just an animal.

It seemed to have the charm of a puppy, only a very large and deadly one.

She forced her projection to meet the creature. Suddenly, she traveled the landscape in a hurry and was above the trees, perched on the top of a tree as the leaves stirred and the little monkeys with golden fur jumped between the branches fleeing from whatever was approaching.

It was a red dot that grew bigger and bigger, until it formed heavy wings and looked like a giant bat with blood-colored fur. It was larger than she had thought, it reminded her of the stone statues that adorned French cathedrals, but none inspired her as much confidence as it did.

She noticed his black claws, his muscles, and his sharp jaws perfect for tearing flesh, but there was no evil or bloodlust in his eyes.

The animal flapped its wings and headed straight for the base of the mountains where they were waiting with bows, swords, and arrows. When it flew over her head, she swallowed as she realized how massive the creature is up close. He didn't notice her presence but seemed focused on reaching its destination.

It screeched and pushed to get there faster.

He seemed… excited?

She thought she saw Titus in that creature. Once Damian had been away for two weeks on a mission, the dog had pushed Raven to visit the tower entrance every night waiting for the return of his master. By the time he arrived he knew it and life returned to his eyes. She had never seen Titus run so fast and be so excited than when Damian emerged from the elevator.

Only that the growl of this creature was also tinged with sadness and nostalgia. As if it had been plucked from something for a long time and was thirsty for affection. It was like a cry laden with hope, it was like observing an abandoned animal that responded to the promise of affection.

She knew she had to stop everything.

***

When Raven returned to her body, she was barely able to breathe and her limbs ached, as if she had exercised a lot. Sweat covered her forehead, a thin drop trickled down her cheek and she didn't mind in the least because she needed to get out.

Titus continued to bark.

"The projections are motherfuckers." she growled, wrapping a hand around her stomach to hold back the nausea. Projecting at a long distance always left her exhausted.

She had no time for regrets.

''You have no energy, useless. You will pass out.''

She extended her hand and transported herself outside. The portal was small, but it is enough that her body will land in the wet snow a few meters from the car in a purple flash.

She fell onto the snow, as Titus swirled barking and licking her face, as if asking if she was okay.

Don't betray me now, she begged as she tried to stand up.

"What are you…"

Lady Shiva watches her from a distance with disapproval, but she doesn't care because she must save that creature.

Even from a distance she can feel the beating of his heart and the sweetness of his emotions, only compared to a loving animal, she realized she did not want it to die. She is sure that Damian would not allow a defenseless animal to be killed, but she does not know how he will behave in front of his men.

Would they consider him weak for leaving an animal alive?

Raven stands up with a growl, her legs are two boards and she must push herself to try to stop Damian. She staggers with a pounding heart in her chest and urgency running through her veins.

A figure perches in the treetops, its red fur contrasts with the frigid surroundings, its wings spread out in the shape of a bat in a carmine to black gradient and it growls at the sky, like a coyote to the moon, and see’s how Damian opens his mouth, surprised.

"Catch the beast!" Lady Shiva commands with her saber pointed at the creature.

Her father laughs like a madman, mocking that her attempts and all her effort have not been worth it.

Something lights up inside Raven, as if she had lit a fuel with a match and she screams looking for them to stop. The creature continues to growl, spreading its wings, like the dance of a bird and she feels the emotion pulling in her soul, perceiving the same as the animal.

One of the assassins tightened the string of her bow ready to fire ... 1,2, 3 ...

"NO!" She exclaimed, and his power stopped the arrow as it was about to hit the creature. The black raven flew through the skies flapping its wings killing any threat, arrows, shots and darts.

Lady Shiva growled.

"Enough!" Damian shouted, extending one of his hands. The scene froze, the assassins stared at him paralyzed and her raven flapped its wings at one point in the sky, doing nothing. The creature watched him directly from the trees and Damian frowned, but didn't back down. "Goliath?"

The beast growled like a tiger and they both looked into each other's eyes. The boy's posture relaxed, and she felt something inside her shake when Goliath tilted his head to the side, his eyes soft and she almost felt like he was about to run to hug him, if he knew what that was.

Goliath spread his wings and landed in front of Damian. He continues with a raised hand to stop his men in case they wanted to attack the creature. He looks small compared to the animal, but somehow Damian manages to prevail.

He stretches out a hand when the wind begs like this animal and the snow falls on their bodies, they are ethereal points, which turn the scene into a fantastic painting. When Goliath closes the distance with a sigh against his hand, she knows that his connection with Damian was closing and they are intertwined, like two souls linked by a bond and it is something beautiful.

She can breathe, relieved.

The raven returns to her body in an inhalation, like breathing oxygen and feels the weight of exhaustion in her body, it is consuming her little by little making her a submissive slave and her eyelids begin to weigh on her eyes.

She doesn't want to pass out, but her legs tremble and the impact of the difficult days begins to leave a mark on her body, her tendons and muscles hurt. On the chest where her projection had returned it was as if she had been hurt. It was slowly burning her, absorbing any other sensation and standing is a punishment.

She falls against the snow.

Titus barks, the dog tries to get Damian and the others' attention, asking for help.

All she can hear is her father's teasing, his voice is her constant torture consuming everything, as he did in Azarath.

It looks like her head was about to explode.

''Let me out, Raven.''

''No, no, no.'' she squeezes her head with her hands and denies repeatedly. ''I will never let you out!''

She hears a rustling inside her, it's like a branch snapping forcibly and her ribs are now alight with pain. She's so loud she growls and twists, like a worm on the snowy ground. Her mouth is full of blood, because she has bitten her tongue.

"Raven!" She hears a male voice.

Suddenly several eyes are on her figure, but all she cares about are green ones, who look at her with concern.

Damian does not know whether to touch her or not and grimaces, as if sharing her pain. Raven can hardly hear, everything is a crop of colors, smells and dizziness; they are lost flashes.

There are strong arms around her, a tattered suit with a green insignia and sharp metal in her hands. Everything is hers, but at the same time it does not belong to her; somehow, she knows it's not her story, she shouldn't be here.

What is that?

"Raven." Damian brushes a lock of hair from her face. The tips of his is fingers stop for a few moments on her forehead, as if he wanted to tear out her wrinkles, all her past and his emotions are now strong. It reminds her of the night before when he was opened before her, like a book waiting to be brought to life by a writer's pen. That's Damian Wayne to her, someone who can bring her back. "Raven… " he calls her softly.

Keep talking, she thinks.

Her father's voice and the memories they bring are muffled and she breathes the icy air of the Himalayas. She back.

But everything is wrapped in a black canvas.

***

When she opens her eyes there is a burning incense in her room leaving a trail of smoke with a scent so strong that it makes her nose itch. The sheets are delicate and soft, like butter and the wind is strong.

Her tongue is heavy in her mouth and she fights against unconsciousness several times. Her eyes feel like heavy spots and each limb hurts. There is something light about her clothing and her torso is tight, as if a boa was compressing it.

"Did you wake up?" Asks a soft voice with a heavy accent, the English is so hard that she has to process the question several times to understand.

Where am I located?

Where's Damian?

She distinguishes two faces of women dressed in colored robes, their tan skin, small, slanted eyes, and dark, ink-like hair. They are young and they walk around the room, she feels their souls light as feathers, they walk opening some curtains being careful when one agrees to the question.

Raven tries to make sense of where she is.

Oh Azar, her ribs are killing her.

Her forces have abandoned her, and it seems that this bed is eating her little by little, because she cannot straighten up.

"Good morning, Lady Raven." One of the girls leans in, her face showing a beaming smile. "You must be confused…" The other elbowed her and there was an exchange of glances, finally the girl smiled. "Welcome to Narba Parbat. "

Jason: Does Damian have any weaknesses?

Tim: Machines don’t have weaknesses. I honestly think he was programmed by someone in the future to come back and destroy all life

Dick: Raven

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