#damian x raven
DamiRae AU
Raven was in her room in the Titan Tower sleeping peacefully. The full moon’s light being the only illumination in her bedroom. Suddenly her breathing became shallow. She pushed her comforter off of her body as she struggled with some kind of phantom. Her black one-piece sleepwear riding up her legs due to her movements.
She clenched her sheets in fear, “Damian…” She mutters breathlessly, sweat starting to form on her face, but her entire body ashen. She calls out for Damian again.
“No…” She struggled, tears forming and falling onto her mattress. She awoke with a jolt, his name at the tip of her tongue. She was close to screaming. Her irises under the moonlight looked redder than it should be, and when she blinked it turned back to its familiar violet hue.
Raven felt like she was choking as she gasps for air. She could still vividly see the nightmare she had. Damian was in her arms dying. And she froze as the thought sunk in, her breathing had stopped.
Damian Wayne was all she could think of.
She found herself in front of his bedroom door. She looked at his door confused as how she got there. But still lost in the emotion that her nightmare had caused her. Her breathing still shallow. She had to know he was safe, something inside her was screaming so miserably to know that he was safe.
The knocking didn’t register to Raven as she was still lost in her emotions. At first it was barely audible, but realizing that there was no sign of life on the other side of door, her raps on the door became a little too hasty, a little too paranoid.
When the door finally opened, she was still ready to knock on the door obsessively. When her absent eyes registered Damian’s form, she couldn’t help but put a hand over her chest where her heart laid and clenched it in relief. The breath she exhaled seemed so loud in the empty hall.
Knowing he was safe made her relax a bit. When she studied his expression and was about to explain herself, she was surprised to see Damian wrapped around his blanket. His hair was a mess and looking haggard, but also very much worried.
“What- why are you dressed like that?” She couldn’t help but ask. Her fear over her nightmare completely replaced by confusion due to Damian attire. His blanket over his shoulders as he tightly wrapped it over his chest. A blush slowly crept its way to his face as he looked away not able to meet Raven in the eye.
“I—I sleep naked.” He mutters a confession softly. And with that said, Raven realized how she had knocked on his door. The urgency and suddenness must have confused Damian. And due to the knocks progressing rapidly, he did not have time to wear anything.
He was completely naked underneath that blanket.
“I had a nightmare—you died in my arms, and I was so scared.” She blurted out, her face turning ashen as the words sunk in again. There was something in her mind that clicked. Her eyes for a moment vacant once again.
“Do you want to talk about it inside?” He offered almost instantly, completely forgetting his naked state underneath the blanket. He clears his throat. “But if your uncomfortable, I can stay in the corner and I swear I won’t approach you.” He mumbles, his thoughts not coherent.
“I mean I could change first—” He tried to correct himself, but Raven shook her head and forced herself inside his room. Her eyes wide from recalling her awful dream.
“Oh… okay.” He mumbles as he took a peek at the empty hall and cautiously closed the door. He re-adjusted his hold on the blanket and made sure it was snug around him before he turned to look at Raven. After turning to face Raven he found that he could not look at directly.
“I sleep naked too.” She suddenly said and he choked on the revelation.
“Raven—” He called out, and turned his head to her but when his eyes landed on her—she was already naked before him. And he found himself choking again as he quickly looks away.
“I—I don’t think this is a good idea…” He mumbles, looking anywhere but at her. They were already at the age of twenty, seeing one another naked, really wasn’t a big deal. But this was different.
“That dream made me realize something—I don’t want to take any more chances.” She said as she took a step towards him, and Damian stiffened as he felt her presence a little bit too close for comfort. Her brows furrowed at his reaction.
“I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” She mumbled, starting to feel embarrassed at what she had just done. Not completely understanding why she did it in the first place.
“No-no it’s not like that.” He tried to explain and had looked at her accidentally. He froze seeing Raven pick up her nightwear.
She was completely butt naked under the nightgown; he came to realize.
Their eyes met, and for a moment he thought that her irises seemed a bit too red than normal. Her body bending over to pick up the piece of clothing, and a lump formed at the base of his throat among other places. His eyes tracing the outline of her body. Before he could mention her eyes, her face was already two inches away from his, and he inhaled in surprise.
Her scent entering his lungs and making his thoughts muddled.
“Then, what is it?” She asked softly—rather– alluringly. He held his breath, her eyes not the right shade.
“Then what is it, Damian.” She asks again, the space between them even less now. His mouth opens to respond, but she slipped her right hand under his blanket, and her hand rested on his left pec. Her touch felt like electricity. The words he was about to say—gone. Forgotten.
Her lips met his and his green eyes widened in shock. Her eyes still a bit redder than it should be, and his eyes turning yellower than it should be too. And Raven gently pushed the blanket off of Damian’s shoulder as his grip on the blanket disappeared due to her kiss. The blanket slips off his body seamlessly.
Since his hands were free now, his right hand reached for Raven’s waist, his fingers tracing her spine. And he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. There was shock between the two when they realized what was happening and their eyes revert back to its normal colors.
But they didn’t stop. Their hands roam each other’s naked bodies, their lips not parting.
The moonlight hit their eyes and for a moment, both eyes were certainly a different shade.
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“We are lacking a butterfly.” A lady with black hair that was tied in a tight bun near the base of her neck said. She was wearing a lab gown over a pencil skirt, a cream blouse paired with black stockings and black heels. She was in a bright white room. A laboratory.
A man in a black suit with black hair approaches her from behind and wraps his arms around her waist. The girl narrowed her grey eyes that had the faintest hint of blue in them behind her thinly framed glasses. She scrutinized the violet liquid in her hands which was inside a vial. The man in the suit glances at the liquid in her hand, his dark green eyes uninterested in what she was holding onto, or the missing subject.
The pair appeared to be younger than thirty. The male lays his head on her left shoulder. He was significantly taller than her but both frames were on the thinner side.
“It’s harmless anyways…” He mumbles onto her skin.
“You should still be concerned, after all it is your money being wasted here.” She replied swatting the man off of her with her free hand, and he lets go.
“And you shouldn’t be doing that in a sterile lab.” She scolds gently as she walks around the table and put down the vial. The man approaches her but she turned to walk to the glass enclosure a bit on her right.
“There is supposed to be two of them in here,” She taps the glass. “One is missing.”
He attempts to wrap his arms on the woman again.
“Leo, I am working.” She sighs, this time not even attempting to push him away.
“It’s harmless, you don’t have to worry about it now. Let’s just go home, Cami.” He mumbles into her shoulder and she sighs again.
“Alright.” She concedes and he pulled away as he waits for her to pack up her things. But he walks to an enclosure that seemed to have about eight sparkling butterflies in them. And Camilla noticed Leonardo observing her latest project.
“It’s just a love bug. It pretty harmless,” She says double checking some paper works. “It looks pretty, but once it bites a subject, it slowly dies. A one bite-kind of life.” She sighs as she signed the paper before her and takes her glasses off and sets it on the table.
“Its effects—is as what it is called—a love bug.” She says approaching Leonardo Killian Sawyer, the current CEO and founder of the Sawyer Conglomerates. “But it only enhances what is already there, it cannot give what is not there.”
“It is also easy to know if it is in effect, the infected will have their eyes change into a slightly redder undertone. People aren’t really aware what each eye color looks like if it’s just a tinge bit redder, and the change isn’t really evident unless they have some keen eyes. Thus, this symptom would likely go unnoticed by those infected and those surrounding the infected. If an infected were to exchange body fluids with another, they would infect the other. But like you’ve said, your love bug cannot give what is not there. If the other party has no mutual feelings with the one infecting them, nothing will happen. But if they are both infected, what exists will be enhanced and the chemicals the bug gives while the bug slowly dies. The bug is dead with no carcass, and the chemicals disappear into their own accord, leaving virtually no trace.” Leonardo finishes off with a smug face, and Camilla crossed her arms over her chest.
“You think I wouldn’t read your report?” He asks her with a sly smile to which she playfully rolls her eyes.
“Of course. You’re never interested in what I do.” She says as she turns from him and remove her lab coat. “You’re only interested in funding whatever projects I want to test out.” She places her lab coat over her left forearm.
Leonardo wraps his left arm around her waist as he takes her lab coat with his right hand.
“Nonsense, I’m always interested in anything you do.” He whispers beside her left ear, and her face slowly turn red.
“That’s the only reason you opened up this research laboratory.” She muttered, and suddenly her face was facing his. His right arm holding her lab coat around her waist as his left hand tilt her head to face him. His green eyes were cold as he stares down at her, and her back shivered against his chest.
“The lab is my engagement gift to you.” He said simply and Camilla refused to rebuke, knowing his personality well. She would be in deep trouble if she says anything at this point. He leaned in closer to her and kissed her, her lips opened and he deepened the kiss. She gently pushes him.
“There are cameras here.” She mutters her face flushed.
“I’m their boss, they will ignore it.” He says caressing her right cheek with his left hand. “I wonder if you’ve used those bugs on me.” He mumbles, and she takes a step back from him with wide eyes.
“I wouldn’t!” She says, but he took a step closer to her to keep their distance the same. And she exhaled breathlessly at the maintained closeness.
“Of course, you wouldn’t.” He simply said and captured her lips, this time not allowing her to breath and think. When he pulled away, she was left in a daze.
“If I didn’t come by here, you would be sleeping in this laboratory. It’s time to go, Cami.” He whispered her name so alluringly beside her ear, that she was entrapped by him. And all she could do was nod silently.
Before she completely disappeared from the door, she stole a glance at the glass enclosure with only one butterfly left.
Later that evening way pass midnight, in their mansion, Camilla awoke. A hypothesis in her head. And she had to write it down. She looks at the man beside her who was peacefully asleep. With pressed lips she quietly slipped out of bed trying her best not to wake him up.
She tip-toed to the table a few meters in front of their bed. She was chilly as she stood in their bedroom naked, but bared with it because had she taken a blanket, she was sure he would wake. Her back facing him, her body filled with red spots. She picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.
She heard his throat clear, and she froze.
Camilla had no choice but to turn to her fiancé, and she sees him propped up against their bed’s headboard with crossed arms over his bare chest. She smiled wearily as she cleared her throat.
“I have to write this down. Before I forget.” She said and he sighed.
“The butterfly is a mixture of magic and science. What if there is a way to figure out if someone is infected. What if there is a reason why the butterfly got out of the enclosure. It is likely because of its magical properties. But then how would that butterfly find its subject. What if it has a similar magical property? A similar magical signature. And then what if it doesn’t bite but infuses—”
“I don’t bring work to the bedroom.” He tells her, and she raised an eyebrow at him.
“You and I know for a fact that you do.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. His eyes gaze at her body adoringly and she felt her face flush.
“I do not pass 8pm.” He corrected and she pressed her lips.
“Just let me write this, and this will be the only time.” And she turned around to write on the paper as she heard him sigh again.
“Honestly…” She heard him mumble. “You know I don’t like you dabbling with magic.” He adds but she was consumed in writing all her theories.
He got up from bed and walked towards her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face on her black hair for a moment.
“Aren’t you cold? Let me warm you up.” He mumbles as he slowly kissed her right shoulder.
“I have to write.” She insists, as she continued writing even with his distraction. “I never got to test the butterfly on a human subject. There is so much more I could learn from this. And your restrictions make it difficult.” She mumbles as she jots down other possibilities.
“Come back to bed.” He mumbled as he kissed her neck. “Do that later.”
“You know how important this is to me.” She turned her body to face him, her expression serious and yet weary.
“I know. But you are important to me too.” He stroked her black hair. “I do not want you dabbling with magic, but I indulge you even when you go against my wishes.”
With closed eyes as Cami touched her hair she nodded. “I know, let’s go back to bed.”
And he smiled at her tenderly.
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Raven’s room in the Titan Tower was empty and cold, as the owner never came back from her little trip. A butterfly with beautiful dark blue wings glittered atop her dresser. It slowly flapped its wings, the moonlight causing it to glitter even more. But as it continued to flap its wings, the tips of its wings slowly fade and blend into the moonlight, until there was no more butterfly to mention anymore.
Meanwhile in Damian’s room there was life and heat that was stifling. Panting and mumbling and moaning. And two bodies atop the bed exploring each other. Raven laid against the mattress while Damian was atop of her.
“I’ve liked you for so long…” Raven mumbles her chin on top of his head. Her right hand running through his hair while her left arm hooked over his right shoulder. Damian was kissing and sucking on her clavicle.
“I have too.” He confessed as he pulled away to look at her. Who would have thought this night would come to the two of them. As the two continue to taste and explore one another, it felt as though their taste had permanently locked onto one another. And that no one else could compare to their partner tonight.
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Author’s Notes:
So, this is the other version of MIDNIGHT RENDESVOUS. Keeping this all PG.
Hope you like it!
Camilla and Leonardo actually have a small background story. If you are interested, I could dabble on that a bit.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
DamiRae Week 2020: Bound Together
JLDAW AU
Part 1: (YOU ARE HERE)
@damirae-week my late entry…
Part 2: DamiRae Week 2020: SOULMATES
Part 3: DamiRae Week 2020: MARRIAGE
Part 4: I Remember You
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Damian stood in front of me, and I was at the verge of tears over the loss of our teammates and the emotions of those killed around us due to the parademons. It was suffocating and overwhelming, everything was too much. I could feel so much anger and remorse, and sadness– and the simple realization that this was it—this was their death. The intensity of it all made me rather self-aware, that this was happening to the entire people of earth at this moment. And I couldn’t help it anymore, because it came so suddenly and with such intensity, I found myself crying.
“Raven…” Damian said, he was dripping wet as he had just come out of the water just a moment ago. I found my outstretched hand shaking as I tried to approach him because I had to heal him. But I found myself stumbling, Damian noticing my situation and ran towards me despite his obvious injured state and held me on our knees.
“Raven.” He says my name so firmly for a moment I was able to contain my emotions.
“Little girl, you and I both know your will is slipping, just let me out now and ease your pain.” My father whispers to me, but I just bit my lip to maintain my concentration.
“I have to heal you, Damian.” I simply say as I brought my hand to his face. He looks down at me and he closes his eyes with a sigh. And I healed him, but the contact made me focus on his emotions. It was similar to what I was already feeling, but this was undoubtedly his, and not a collection of emotions from a multitude of people. My tears continue to fall, as his anger, sadness and helplessness begin to blend into the sea of emotions from the entire world.
“Little girl.” I bit my lip harder.
“Raven!” Damian called out to me, a hand on my cheek, my eyes wide in shock.
“What are you doing?” He says angrily, and I look at him confused. “Your drawing out blood!” He says his voice laced with worry; his eyes seemingly focused on my chin—no my lips, that is why it felt numb. I had bit down on my lip so much to injure it.
“Slipping…”A chuckle echoes through my ears.
“I…” I glanced at our surroundings, at our dead teammates and dead parademons. “I can’t take this!” I shoved my face against my shaking hands. It’s just too much, I sob. And I could feel him stay so still. He was dealing with this too; he must think me selfish for acting like this. He wouldn’t understand—no one could understand this knot I was feeling right now.
I felt arms wrapped around me and it caused me to stop crying out of shock. And I looked up to see the setting sky. Damian’s head on the nook between my right shoulder and neck.
“Everything will be alright, Raven. I promise you.” Hearing him say that, made me feel centered again. And I was able to block the external emotions I was feeling. But one final tear slipped from my eye, as I slowly return his comforting hug. And yet knowing, so fully well, that even he was unsure how to proceed after this disaster. Knowing fully well, that everything was not alright.
When all my emotions settled in, all that was left was his and my genuine emotions. Damian now felt that he had a responsibility, I couldn’t help but wonder what he felt responsible for. And I realized that the helplessness Damian felt before, was mine too.
“You won’t be so lucky next time” A light growl from father echoes in my mind.
“We need to find a safe place.” Damian says as he pulled away from me, and I nodded. I absently looked at our team members, and so did he.
“We can’t even bury them…” I whisper softly, and Damian looked down on the ground as he shook his head and after stood up offering me his right hand.
“We can’t afford to waste time, the parademons might attack again, we need to hide now and rest properly.” I look up at him as I placed my hand on top his right hand. I know that he was right.
We had been hiding and killing parademons here and there for a week now. Three days ago, we found out that Conner was alive and joined us in hiding. We were so happy to find that there was someone else who had survived the attack.
“So, what’s the plan Damian?” Superboy asks, we were at a dark abandoned building—our current hide out.
“Nothing, we just have to try and survive now.” Damain glares at Superboy. “This is all Superman’s fault.” He gritted his teeth, and I saw Superboy ball his fist in response. Despite being together for three days, the tension between them had not dissipated. They would fight over this topic.
“Enough!” I say knowing fully well that this could start a fight. “There is no plan Conner, you’ve seen the state of the world already. What can three barely superheroes do? We only fight parademons when they attack us, we have never actively fought them, we can’t risk a horde after us, you know that!”
A faint amuse laughter comes out from my father, and I lean against the broken table for support. I felt their eyes on me.
“Perhaps it was wrong of you to come here Superboy. I did not expect that you were hoping for us three to do something against Darkseid.” Damian says and I look up at him, the tension between the two felt stagnant for a moment. The look on Damian’s face tugged on my heartstrings.
“Perhaps it is better for you to return to your family and protect them,” He looks away from Connor and sighs. “Be thankful you still have them.” Damian’s fist clenched.
When Connor found us, I recalled the relieved look on his face. When we got to a safe place, he told us that when we were attacked, he was hit and flew far away from the tower. When he came to, he had attempted to go to the Titans Tower to collect our dead; but he could not find himself to look at them so closely. So, Conner stood from a very safe distance and left. Afterwards he went to his parents, hoping that they were safe. Thankfully, Superman had implemented a safety measure for them, so they were safe. Damian was very angry when he found out Superman had safety precautions for his parents.
Conner was devastated but with his parents help, he was able to find strength again. And so, he went back to the Titan Tower, planning to bury his fellow members as that was what they deserved, but there were no bodies to be found. And that was when he deciding and hoped that just maybe– somewhere out there– was at least one Titan member that survived. And he found us.
I had opened my mouth to try and comfort Damian but Connor cut me off with a very loud sigh.
“You’re right, Damain.” A pause. “I am grateful that they are safe, and I should probably go and make sure that they will always be safe.” I felt Superboy’s resignation, there was really nothing we could do now. We knew for a fact that the justice league members that went to Apokolips are mostly dead, so what hope and chance did we really have?
Connor approaches Damian and placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers sadly, Damian looks down on the floor.
“Yeah, me too…” He responds faintly, and Connor slowly walks out of our hideout. He glances at me and gives a weak smile as farewell, and I couldn’t help but feel like crying, because I felt them. They were just trying to be strong, but the reality was—they weren’t. They were trying to look for hope in a place that provided no form of comfort. They had felt the resignation long before this moment—this moment that they finally acknowledged their hopelessness.
When the door closes behind Connor, I stood up and slowly approach Damian.
“Raven…” He calls my name in the darkness and I was startled, I look at his green eyes my brows etched in worry.
A gasp from my father.
“I have something I must admit to you.” He tells me and I can see and feel how difficult this is for him.
“I get it now,” My father laughs.
“What is it Damian?” I look at him and gently urged him with a faint smile. He turns his back around me and walked a couple steps.
“You like him.” A fact.
“I have been in contact with the league of assassins,” I stare at his back. “I am thinking of going back.” He crossed his arms behind him, he turns to look at me, his eyes gentle.
“I would like you to join me in leading them.” I stare at his lips as he says those words.
“I will kill the boy if you don’t release me, daughter!” My heart was beating so loud and it felt as though it sunk to my stomach, and I must have looked ashen.
“No…” I whispered breathlessly. Damian was startled—hurt. He took a step back unconsciously and turned around.
“I… I understand.” He mutters to himself, not sounding like his usual self.
A laughter from my father. Damian looked as though he was preparing to leave now.
“No!” I ran towards Damian and grabbed his left wrist pulling him to me, and he turns to look at me. But I just crashed my lips against his, and I placed my right hand on his right cheek.
“You will regret this daughter!” My father screams. I felt Damian wrap his left arm around my waist and his right hand cupping my left cheek as he kisses me back.
Shut up, father.
“Yes! Yes, I want to go with you!” I say frantically, worried that the kiss was not obvious enough. But he had kissed me back—so this means its mutual right?
I hear him sigh and placed his head on the nook of my right shoulder.
“You worried me, Raven. I’m glad you changed your mind so quickly” He chuckles. I hug him and clenched his cape.
You will not win father, I swear it.
When we arrived at Nan Parbat, the first thing Lady Shiva said was about Dick.
“You used the Lazarus Pit on Dick?” I grabbed his wrist and look at him. We were at an empty hallway within the compound.
“I have to try— his my brother!” Damian says not looking me in the eyes.
“Damian…” I took a step forward, placed my hand on his cheek and stood on my tippy toes, understanding what I was doing he places his forehead against mine. “I trust you. I trust your decisions; I might have done the same.” And he wrapped me around his arms.
“Just so we are clear…” Damian clears his throat and pulled away; he looks away from me. “We are together right?” And I laugh and he glares at me with a slight pout.
“Of course,” I cup both of his cheeks between my hands and I felt his relief. “I trust that you trust me too?” He smiles and closes the distance between our lips. A soft gentle and loving kiss.
“Yes, I do.” He says and I could hear my father growl, but I smiled. I will enjoy my moment with him, for as long as I can.
Two years had passed and in those two years, I felt so happy. Happier than I have ever been, but sadly my father has become a little bit too loud and my healing is not as it used to be. But I was at least able to return Dick’s sanity, it was a very long and tedious process, and with my waning healing abilities, there are times that he slips into madness again.
“There is an intruder! Inform the demon’s head!” I heard someone yell, I asked where the commotion was coming from and ran towards the courtyard.
“You!” I heard Damian call out in fury. I had a bad feeling about this, when I stepped out of the doorway, I saw Superman with Constantine and behind them Etrigan fighting assassins. Damian had unsheathed his sword and was ready to attack Superman.
“Damian!” I called out as I use my powers to block Damian’s attack on Superman. He turns to glare at me.
“He wouldn’t be here without good cause, let us hear him out.” Damian sighs and sheaths his sword.
“Your lucky my wife saved your ass.” He glares at Superman whose eyes widened at the information while Constantine chokes.
“I’m sorry… aren’t you two too young?” Constantine was at the verge of laughing but I glared at him, a silent warning not to.
“I already have a lot of regrets, starting from allowing father to follow on your idiotic crusade, Clark.” When Damian said Clark there was nothing but hatred there. “I will not add another one.” He gestures for the uninvited guest through the door and he glances at me.
“You have seen the state of the world, Constantine, at least there is this piece of happiness between us.” I finished for Damian our eyes locked. We had talked about it before.
“And its not like laws matter at the state the world is in.” Damian couldn’t help but comment bitterly.
We had settled the intruders in a room. Damian was not happy with the situation but I give him a look to remind him that they’re purpose here must be important.
“So, why are you three here?” Damian says trying to contain his anger and hatred.
“To the point, I like that.” Etrigan says. And Superman tells us how he thinks Damian could get across Batman, and that when Batman found out Nightwing died there was a reaction from the big bat. Damian and I exchanged a knowing glance. The silence in the room was chilling. Before Damian could respond I interrupt.
“We will think about it.” I glance at Damian and walked out of the room. This is bad. I went to our bedroom, and sat down on a chair facing the door.
I was nervous, or perhaps it was the external factors of it all making me feel so— What am I saying, of course it’s the external factors.
I kept picking on my purple robe out of sheer nervousness, and chewed on my lips, I felt awful. What would they think, what would he think? Why does it matter what he thinks—of course it does, why am I even lying to myself. This inner turmoil I am feeling was just eating me up whole.
The door opens revealing Damian, he looked exhausted.
“I told them that we should sleep it off first, and that we will come to a conclusion tomorrow.” He says as he slowly removes his armor, I stood up to help.
“Raven, you don’t have to, you seem exhausted.” Damain tells me gently and I smiled at him. I look into his beautiful green eyes, and…
“There is something I have to tell you…” He looks at me patiently.
“Do you recall when you offered me to lead the league with you?” I ask him our bodies just two feet apart.
“Of course,” He says as he folds his cloak. “You looked so terrified and disgusted and…” He sets his cloak down and looks at the floor. “It was painful, I did not know you hated me that much to the point of disgust.” A bitter smile as he cups my cheek.
“But you kissed me, and changed your mind quickly.” The bitter smile was replaced by a warmth that we shared over the last two years.
“Yes, that moment, my father decided to threaten me with your life.” His eyes widened with the revelation. “And I decided no more. And so, Damian, my love.” I cup his cheek this time.
“I have something to tell you.” I whisper as I put my forehead against his.
We awoke the next day with loud screaming that we were both very familiar with.
“Dick.” We say as we look at one another, I used my magic to change clothes and ran towards the screaming, Damian following suit.
“It’s all your fault!” Dick says scratching and thrashing toward Superman in Etrigan’s arms. His eyes had come back to that after he was dumped into the Lazarus pit.
“Dick!” I called out firmly, and he stopped thrashing and looked at me with hollow eyes.
“How could you, its all his fault! HIS!” He yelled and I smiled at him.
“I know, I know…” I placed my hand against his temples and soothed him and he fell asleep.
“Bring my brother to his chambers.” I heard Damian command from behind me, and I moaned in pain.
“Raven what’s wrong?” Damian approaches me worriedly as he saw my pain. “Is it your father again?”
“Maybe I can help.” Constantine says as he did a spell and my father’s voice echoes faintly in the hall.
“I don’t believe you! You brat! You ungrateful daughter, you dare!” I couldn’t help but smile. I see a few members of the league bring Dick back to his room.
“You heard that didn’t you Constantine?” I say as I stood up straight. “He says he doesn’t believe me.”
“Yes, well I do not know of the context but…” He eyes me suspiciously.
“Check if my soul is bounded to Damian.” I look at Damian and he just stood still. I could feel Constantine’s disapproval.
“You wouldn’t—you couldn’t.” Constantine says and he looks between Damian and I.
“Well, only you can disprove it.” I look at him sternly, and he did a magic circle in front of me and then moved in to Damian and did so back and forth. But you can tell from his shocked eyes, to his ashen face that it was true.
“That is one nasty, nasty spell, Raven.” He comments his lips tugging into a proud smile.
“Damian’s fate is my fate. If he dies, I die. We are one and bound together for all eternity.” I simply say as I glance over Damian who gave me a supportive smile.
“NO!” I hear my father’s furious voice echo in my head.
I win father.
Part 2: DamiRae Week 2020: SOULMATES
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DamiRae AU
Please note of timeline names, and this will be updated as I add more. Links here are connected to tumblr posts.
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Multi-Chapters
FamiliarityAU
Note: JLAW AU
1: Damirae Week 2020 : BOUND TOGETHER
2:Damirae Week 2020 : SOULMATES
3:Damirae Week 2020 : MARRIAGE
4 : I remember You
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Note: Raven leaves the Titans and life after.
A Future with You (ongoing, Ao3 Link)
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Shorts
Reciprocate [ 1: Raven , 2 : Damian,3:The After**] /3 (complete)
Reciprocate 2021 Version [ 1: Raven, 2: Damian,3 :The After**] /3 (complete)
** Same Post
DamiRae Week 2020: First And Last AU
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Drabble
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Lazarus’ Pit: The Demon Lost His Head
Lazarus’ Pit: The Demon Lost Her Heart
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Teaser
Phoenix (DamiRae Kid)
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GENSHIN IMPACT [ JEALUC ]
The Gift [ 1, 2 ,3,4 (Barbara & Kaeya) , ] ongoing
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Meet Me Halfway [ 1, 2 ]ongoing
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Wedding Rings*2/2completeA03 Link
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GENSHIN IMPACT [ BARBEDO ]
Measurements [ 1 , ]
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Inamorata [ 1 , ] (A03 Link)
Damian Al Ghul for a moment was a hero. And in that time that he was a hero, naturally he would meet other heroes.
That was how he met her.
His Raven.
He would describe her as a very graceful woman. She was quiet, kind, generous and lovely. Despite her name sounding as if it should belong to a lonely person or an unkind being, she was none of these. But her name did befit her origins. In the sense that she is the daughter of a being synonymous to satan; and of intergalactic alien origin, the conqueror of worlds. Therefore, the name Raven as ominous as it was, befit her well, and yet also– not so well.
But that was the thing, he was only a hero for only a moment. That moment was all that mattered, since—after all, that was how he met her. As she continued on her heroic path, he returned to what he knew to be right as a child, the path of darkness.
He took upon himself, the name Al Ghul, a name synonymous to a demon, and he used it well. And thus, Damian Al Ghul was reborn anew, he became the Demon’s Head. The name became associated to a cruel, cruel man. But he changed the ways of his organization, and tread very, very strictly on a grey line. And in doing so, he keeps his Raven. And remember it well and do not forget, he only stays on that grey line to keep her by his side.
And if anything were to happen to his beloved Raven, he will cross to the darkness before one could even blink his own eyes, and will burn everything and anything in his path with his bare hands.
So, make no mistake by taking his Raven away or you will live a life even more painful than death. For Damian Al Ghul has a league of assassin as his army, who are extremely loyal to him. And him alone.
Killing for him was as easy as dropping a needle on a hay stack.
Damian Al Ghul, the leader of the league of assassins, stood inside his throne room made of beautiful marble in ivory and gold. The sun high up in the sky, its light entering the space so blindingly. The sunlight weaves through the pillars and mashrabiya* leaving beautiful intricate patterns on the marble floors. The sunlight helped give an illusion of brightness and happiness and warmth to the chamber.
Damian was facing his throne, his back against the door as he read the papers he was holding with his right hand. His left hand resting against his back, atop his green cape. He was wearing his black with gold uniform and armor with a green cape in contrast to the almost white room. And with his cold facial expression one would be reminded, that all the sunlight was giving after all, was just an illusion of warmth.
Damian Al Ghul was not kind at all. But of course, there is an exception to the rule.
The door suddenly opened with a burst and a loud bang, and Damian’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He had strictly told them that he shouldn’t be disturbed unless necessary. He coaxed himself thinking that it had to be an emergency. With narrowed eyes he tilts his head a bit to the left to acknowledge the presence of the intruder.
“My Lord!” A man in an all-black suit says hurriedly as he kneels on the floor with a thud. His left leg against the floor while the other propped up to let his right arm rest on top. His head bent toward the floor.
“What is it that you have to report?” His enunciation of every word unhurried and heavy. Damian could hear the gulp from his poor frightened little underling. Even if said underling was twenty meters away.
“It’s—it’s the Lady.” The poor man could barely say. And even though the sun was high up in the sky, and that it’s light shone brightly in the room, making the chamber look as if it was glittering, it became cold. So cold, that both people seemed frozen in place, but the poor underling was the one fighting his shivers.
“What about the Lady?” Damian asked a little too clearly, that the poor subordinate could only kneel on both knees, bend his body and rested his forehead against his hands that was now on the floor. At this point, Damian turned slowly, as his green eyes landed on the man in black.
“What about the Lady?” He repeated even more slowly than the last. And Damian saw his assassin shiver in fear.
“She-she has been missing for a few days, and we searched for her—but—but—she is nowhere to be found.” He reported as calmly as he could. The subordinate thought the room couldn’t possibly get any colder than it already was, but he was wrong. The moment he finished his report, he was kneeling there in pure horror, he was sure he will die today.
“It seems that my league of assassin who are supposed to be like a shadow, cannot protect their lady in the shadow.” It was spoken slowly that it was certain: that this was the calm before the storm. “It seems that my league of assassins lack training.” He concluded.
“You cannot even track down your lost lady, why do I even keep any of you!” Damian’s voice echoed through the chambers; his fury clear. And yet, anyone who knew their lord, would know that was not the full extent of his anger.
No, it really wasn’t.
“Lady Shiva!” He summoned and instantly a woman with black hair up to her neck in red appeared beside the kneeling assassin.
“It seems that you have been lax in training the league.” He tells her and as she bends her torso to bow. Before she could start with her apologies, he continued on. “Prepare the top ten men in the league, and have them follow me. We will look for the lady.” He started walking down his throne.
“No, in fact, I will be looking for her. And if you so choose to have people follow me then so be it.” He said when his eyes landed on Lady Shiva as he approached them, the assassin up on his feet, his head bent low as to be respectful to their Lord.
“When I find Raven, I hope my league’s errors would be corrected. But that would be wishful thinking, won’t it, Lady Shiva? I will personally see to their training when I return.” Lady Shiva and the assassin gave way to their Lord.
“Of course, my Lord.” She mutters as he completely disappears.
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Damian held a woman in blood stained and dirt-filled white robes on his arms. Her face had cuts and bruises and she looked so weak and small against his shoulder. When he looks down at her injured face, there was a softness in his glance. A gentleness unbefitting of the Demon’s Head.
But as gentle as he was as he held her, the scene behind him was not. Orange flames flickered as he walks out from the heat and the building calmly.
“I want anyone who is even remotely related to this tracked down, and I want them tortured.” He said so calmly as he held the woman he loves in his arms. His gentle glance has become cold as he looks at his subordinates in front of him. The crunch of green grass under his feet as he continued on into the night that was illuminated by the orange flames behind him.
“If done well enough, then maybe I won’t be so strict when I train you all. Prove that you all aren’t so useless after all.” His tone stone cold.
The gentleness from before must have been an illusion. Because this was the Damian Al Ghul, they all love, respected and oh-so-feared.
“Of course, my Lord.” One replied with a bow.
“No.” They pause as they wait for Damian’s final instructions. “Keep the master mind alone, I would love to capture and torture them myself.” And the shadows that was surrounding him disappeared. Raven stirred in his arms, against his chest.
“Damian?” She called out weakly. And he stood frozen as he took a peek eagerly at the woman in his arms. “They didn’t know.” She mumbles and he couldn’t help but narrow his eyes on her. She means that it wasn’t the Justice League’s fault.
“They didn’t know it was going to be a trap.” She tried to keep her head a float.
“And look at the price you had to pay.” He said bitterly as he sneered a little and continued walking to the jet.
“I—” She couldn’t even say anything to defend the Justice League, because she felt the turmoil in Damian. How could she defend the Justice League knowing what he was feeling?
“I didn’t mind that you wanted to continue being a hero. I would not take that from you.” He sets her down inside the jet. “And I know that you know this to be true, I only stay in between good and bad for you. If you are taken out of the equation, I have no qualms in being the Demon’s Head, in its truest sense. But you choose to love me, despite of who I am. And I will not have any one harm you. Less others think that the Demon’s head is weak.”
“You are not a bad person, my love.” She replied, as she cups his cheek. He closes his eye and places a hand over hers. He opens his eyes and meets her violets irises.
“But I can be, if I am without you.” He whispered so gently as his forehead laid against hers. The words completely true. They stay like that for a minute in silence, and he pulls away.
“You shall stay in Nanda Parbat as you recuperate. I will inform the Justice League.” He stares at her sternly but she does not refuse him and he turns away from her.
The Justice League has been quite cautious about Raven. They knew of her relationship with the leader of the League of Assassins. And what the risk of putting her in imminent danger would mean considering Damian’s nature. Therefore, Raven was treated as if she was glass and yet, also fire.
“I begged them to give me the mission.” She said softly, she took note of Damian’s body twitching but she had to continue on. “After you left, and made a name for yourself as the new Demon’s Head, they were uncertain of where my loyalties lie.” She found it difficult to talk due to her injuries, but she had enough strength to heal herself a bit, to keep herself conscious and stop internal bleeding. And so Raven did, as she continued on.
“And then you made a point to show that you were not like your predecessor. And yet, you also made it clear you could be far worst. And I, your beloved, was someone who they could not risk in the forefront anymore.” She moved in her seat, as she felt her insides return back to how it should be. “I just wanted to do one more mission, where I wasn’t treated like a bomb, and after that, I will be done.”
He turned to look at her with a shocked expression. Her voice was calm as her face was gentle. Despite her battered appearance, she looked like a saint to him. The words he couldn’t seem to say aloud, she felt, and she responded as she closed her eyes.
“Yes, I was going to leave the Titans, and be with you. Commit fully to you.” Her voice was soft but his thoughts were a mess. And it was clear to Raven, all of his thoughts, as if they were all written on the air for her to read.
“The Justice League thought it was a harmless mission; therefore, they could let me go. It was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission, nothing more. But we were ambushed, and I was captured.” She sighs and opens her eyes to look up at Damian. The water in his eyes finally gave way as he blinked when their met, and she inhaled a breath.
“You could have died.” He said it lightly, that Raven’s heart started beating fast in her ears. His cold eyes that had never been directed at her, has finally landed on her. “You could have died, if I was just a minute too late.” And like his eyes that could no longer contain his tears. Raven could not ignore his emotions. And she broke into a sob, as she covered her lips with her fingers. He knelt beside her, as he put a hand on her cheek.
And his face was not cold nor was it warm. The eyes she had seen him use with his fellow assassins had disappeared. She didn’t expect that the day he would look at her, the way he did his subordinates, would happen.
“Are you crying for me?” He whispered and she sniffed as she looks at him. But still, even if his cold stare was frightening. She could never be afraid of Damian Al Ghul, even if he was an Al Ghul, and the current Demon’s Head.
“I’m sorry.” She tried to contain the emotions. And she could feel the apology he was about to say. And before he could, she leans her forehead against his. Places her right thumb over his lips as her palm rested on his jaw. “But I swear to you, I am done with being a hero. I want to walk that grey line with you.”
And his lips turned up into a smile. A smile that was only ever directed at her. His gentleness and kindness only exclusive to her. His warmth only reserved for her. And she could feel it all in her chest, and in her very bones.
The love he has for his beloved Raven.
And the danger, if he loses his bird.
(FIN)
Notes:
*Mashrabiya = those wooden windows with intricate design; (wiki says: is an architectural element which is characteristic of traditional architecture in the Islamic world and is a type of projecting oriel window enclosed with carved wood latticework).
Preference
Raven laid under Damian with her right forearm a top her head. While her left hand was resting on her sternum. Her pink lips were agape as soft pants pass through her slightly swollen lips. Her bare chest heaving up and down.
Her violet eyes were in a daze as she look at the man before her. His body well maintained. His hands on either side of her breast. His skin was like caramel, sweat trickling down his bare chest with so many different types of scars all over his body.
His right arm was filled with tattoos. She recalled him explaining quite vaguely what each one meant. And she would trace her fingers on each tattoo as he spoke of them. The two didn’t know much about each other’s past, and him even mentioned what each tattoo meant to him was almost half of what she knows of him.
Raven lifts up her left hand and traces the tattoos on his right wrist and went up his shoulder. As she did that, Damian leaned closer to her jaw and left kisses there and began painstakingly going down slowly to her sternum. Her left hands reach the back of his neck and her right hand tracing Damian’s abdominal muscles. She could feel the texture of the scar he got from a sword under her finger tips.
“I’m thinking of getting a tattoo.” She whispered which made Damian pull away from his recent kiss on her collar bone.
He looks down at her with etched eyebrows for a moment and resumed where he left off. Before his lips could meet her skin, Raven gently pushed his face away with her left hand on his jawline.
“Do you not like the idea?” She inquired looking up at him. For a moment she saw the hesitation on his face and then he buried his face on the nook of her left shoulder. He tilts his head up to her ear.
“It’s not that I don’t like the idea.” He whispered deeply into her ear and then pulled away completely to gaze at her body. She has always been alluring to him, especially like this.
Naked. With the lights on so that he may admire her entire beauty.
His right index and middle finger, barely touch the skin of her left jaw, down to her neck to the space between her breasts. “Skin so white and without blemish.” And his calloused hand rest just below her stomach.
To Raven his appraising gaze was scorching. His touch putting her on edge. A desire had been relit with his nonchalant response and actions.
“I have to admit, when your underneath me,” His right hand slips under her waist and he raises her a bit, and he leaned to suck the skin under her right breast, near her sternum. “With your unblemished skin as white as snow and as soft as silk. I can’t deny it drives me mad with lust.” He caress the red spot he created on her right breast with his left hand.
“Like a clean sheet of paper that only I can draw on.” He muttered as he kissed and sucked and nibbled on the skin around her collarbone and chest. A raspy exhale escapes Raven’s lips.
Raven holds Damian’s right wrist tightly. It was strong enough to alarm Damian and make him stop with his current tasks. He looks up at her from over her chest, and she gazed down at him.
Ravens left fingers caress Damian alluringly on his right arm. And Raven could see the desire in her lover’s eyes. A small smile forms on her lips as she continues to move up his arm filled with tattoos.
He sets her back down and pulled up to silently look down on her, waiting for what she has to say. Damian knew his lover had something to say but he lets her run her fingers through his body, patiently waiting.
He wasn’t sure if she knew just how much her actions was igniting him.
“Your tattoos,” She says breathlessly, Damian’s eyes narrowed at her lips. “They have a story that enchants me. And your scars,“ She traces his scars under the fingertips of her right hand while her left hand holds his upper right arm.
"Some mended well that you can’t feel them but are seen, and others leave a certain texture under my hands. And your calloused hands brushing against my skin,” her left hand on the back of his neck and her right hand now behind his head as she gently pulls his head closer to her.
"I don’t think you know how intoxicating it is.” She kisses him gently and before she pulls away bit his lower lip playfully. Their eyes locked as he gave a low guttural growl and a soft smile forms on her lips.
“When I get to push you down and lay a top you, as I trace your scars, I wonder how a strong man would lay unmoving underneath such a small frame.” And she moves her lips near his right ear.
“That thought makes me pretty horny too.“ She admitted as she blew into his ear, and he buried his face on her neck as he nibbled away.
"It seems like we’ve developed a preference.” Raven mumbled as she allows herself to be swept with the reignited pleasure she was feeling.
“I guess we like being on top.” Raven chuckled. And Damian sucked on the tender skin on her neck.
“Then it’s good we take turns.” He says and then kisses his new mark on her.
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Raven was walking towards the kitchen counter in her black laced underwear, with a really thin, old off white shirt that left her left shoulder bare. The shirt was short enough that any small movements would show her butt cheeks.
And walking into the sight of Raven just casually bending slightly on the counter with her butt cheeks showings, made Damian stop for a moment. A sly smile on his lips.
He approaches her quietly, Raven unaware of Damian at all. She pulls away from the counter and stands properly and stretches her neck to the right. She suddenly felt familiar strong arms around her waist and a head resting on her left shoulder.
“Damian.” She chuckled as she pull her head up.
“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted, his voice a little too low for Raven’s liking. He started kissing her neck, and she raised her left hand to caress his head.
“I can’t Damian.” She sighs and tried to pull away, but instead he spun her to face him and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“Why not?” He pouted, and she leaned her forehead against him.
“Because I have an early class tomorrow.” She gave him a peck on the lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. And they kissed for a minute.
Raven couldn’t help but moan and gently pushed on his chest weakly. But he felt the soft pressure and pulled away. She was panting softly.
“But that hasn’t stopped us.” He says matter-of-factly, and she smiled at him lovingly.
“I have an exam.” She turns around to face the laptop on the counter, his arms still around her waist as he rest his chin on her left shoulder.
“Alright.” He mumbles looking over her reading material. He kisses her shoulder and says that it looks simple enough. And she turned her head at him.
“You say that because you literally can learn anything in such a short given amount of time!” And he chuckles hearing her complain.
“Alright, I won’t disturb you.” He says pulling away, his right hand still on her hip. Before he can let her go fully, Raven caught his hand on her hip with her right hand.
“Well, I suppose– a little break won’t hurt anyone.” She mumbles a small blush on her face, and Damian laughed whole-heartedly.
“Can’t resist me, huh?” He says and she takes a step forward so that their faces were just an inch away.
“We haven’t seen each other for a few days.” She whispers, her expression darkening as she stares at his lips.
“Sorry…” He mumbles, as he cups her face with his right hand and used his free one to close the laptop.
“Wouldn’t want anyone to see…” He continues to mumble, Raven’s left hand already under his shirt. And she couldn’t wait anymore and kisses him and he kisses back. When she pulled away he took the chance to ask.
“Did you decide on getting a tattoo?” Both her hands now under his shirt, on top of his abs. Her right hand had hooked his shirt up by the space between her thumb and index finger. She stops and pulled away to look up at his face and gave him an enchanting smile. She stood on her tippy tones and looked like she was about to kiss him.
“I only really love tattoos on you.” She answered back as she runs her hands up to his pecs along with his shirt. And he made everything easier for her by removing his shirt himself.
“Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.”
―Rod Serling
Hello Salers! This week’s spotlight features a collaborative project by @opheliawillowbrookand@esme0013 based on Alfred Hitchcock’s Rear Window.As well as a retelling of Shakespeare’s romantic ComedyThe Taming of the Shrew written by Ophelia Willow-Brook.
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And Happy Shipping!
“Imagination… its limits are only those of the mind itself.” ― Rod Serling
This weeks’s spotlight includes the art styling’s of @jokodoesstuffand@menaisylillustration both in collaboration with @crimson-mage-02
My illustration for upcoming Justice League Apokolips War.
The last survivor of Teen Titans in Justice League Dark Apokolips War.
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My final version colour for Damirae in Justice League Dark Apokolips War.
Apokolips War. Poor Raven
