Author’s Notes: 

I’d like to say, that I am grateful to be safe from the typhoon that passed by the Philippines a few days ago. I’d like to ask whoever is reading this to please pray and hope for the best for everyone who was hit by this destruction.

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I have lived and stayed at the same place for so many years.

This was my home. 

Home had red skies with red orange liquid streaming way down below me. The towers of dark brown rocks stretched to the horizons. My spot in this place was at the top of one of those big mountain rocks. 

Whenever I wake up, the scenery is always the same, nothing ever changes in my world, my home.

I had awoken from a long slumber and I was greeted with the same view when I had fallen asleep. Nothing ever changes here and I have come to enjoy this fact.

Red skies that stretched for miles and bright molten liquid streaming down below. Big giant towers of rocks erected around me and the temperature was as it always had been, hot– burning hot.

This didn’t bother me though as this had always been home. I was simply used to it. The same thing could be said about the other residents here. 

They were similar, no– they genuinely looked the same. White hair with black horns, yellow eyes, red skin and the same piece of clothing that oddly covered their legs. 

They too didn’t seem to mind the scorching heat.

And so, I returned to my slumber, because nothing ever changes in my home. I would simply wake every now and then to be greeted by the same environment I love: the red skies, the towers of rocks, the red liquid and the residents. And home was very warm.

And then one day, I felt something heavy lean against me, and so I was undoubtedly stirred awake. No one ever bothered me, and so I was confused as to why anyone would dare to now.

Something was gently splattering on me, later on, I would find out it was called tears.

Fully awake now, I realized that you were different from the other residents here.

You had black hair that stopped way past your chin, violet eyes and pale skin. So very different indeed from the residents here; where their skin was mostly left bare, yours was clad in more fabric than I have ever seen them wear. 

You were greatly smaller than them in terms of structure– very different indeed.

You said it was scary here.

You said you hated it here.

You said: that after all you’ve done, you deserved to be in hell.

I did not get it– was hell bad?

But this was my home, and my heart ached when you said such things about it.

Was hell really that bad?

I understood that you hated this place so much. It felt like your voice was dripping with hatred.

I decided, I will return to sleep instead. I didn’t want you to ruin my view of my beloved home. Perhaps when I wake up again, you who were greatly different from the constant that I have known, will leave too. 

When I wake again you will be gone and I can just think of you as an odd dream. So very odd to dream about someone like you, since you were the first you I had ever seen.

But you often came to visit me and at first it brought me great distress. You were not a dream, a figment of my imagination. I truly wished you were– but I guess it wouldn’t make sense to have thought of you so vividly when you were the first you I had seen. 

I never thought it was possible to have clothes the same shade as the hair of the resident’s here. This was such an interesting thought to have, now that I have realized this peculiarity.

Well, I guess you are now a resident here too. The resident anomaly.

You always wept over the same things. 

How much you hated it here.

How scary it was.

How scary your father was.

How scary your brothers were– in the very least this information was new. The residents here, who all looked like one another, were your brothers. 

Brothers, I wonder if I had any.

But why didn’t you look anything like them?

Why did you have black hair? Why are you wearing more clothes than them? Why is your stature smaller?

These were questions I had no answers to.

Eventually your grievances will start to decrease but the damage is already done, your words have already been planted in me and swayed me. But at this moment, this is something I have not realized yet.

Perhaps my home really was just as awful as you had told me. I just hadn’t realized it because this was home for way too long.

The sky was a ugly and unnatural color. The temperature was more than just too hot, and the red liquid beneath was just contributing to the unbearable heat. The same rock formations that stretched for miles in all directions was very annoying too.

These were things I came to feel about because of you.

You talked about a place you loved dearly that you had brought to its own doom.

And listening to you, I too started to believe: that maybe you did deserve to be in hell.

I wanted to see the world you claimed you brought to its own demise. I wanted to see how beautiful it was for you to call my home ugly and dreadful– and deserving for someone who had brought death to an entire planet. 

You made me want to see more than what I have always been happy with– my home that you called hell.

An existence that used to bring me agony then became annoying which eventually became endearing– you became so very endearing to me. I didn’t know when it happened, but it did, and with that fondness that grew it became a root of frustration for me too.

That should have been a sign that you, who was different, would bring another unexpected variable to my once unchanging life. That my world would be changed again. 

That I would be changed. 

It was such a clear sign, I should have known better. At this point it is clear that you are a catalyst for change.

I remember that day. You came running to me, you who looked so determined. I wondered why, what could possibly make you look so strong and  brave. I wondered what you could possibly do to make such an expression, your motivation and drive.

And then you broke me.

At least, there was another unexpected outcome from you breaking me. I finally saw how similar you are to your brothers. And yet, still, so greatly different. 

Their bodies looked so stiff and hard, and yet you, even with red skin, and two sets of yellow eyes, retained the same black hair I’ve always known you by, still looked soft and fragile with the curves your brothers did not possess. Even with your black horns, I could not fully say you and your brothers were the same.

And yet, you and them are similar enough.

You hated them, you said they were cruel– your brothers and father. Weren’t you the same?

I didn’t want to be broken. I was full, and now I was just– not even a significant fraction of what I used to be. You broke me without a second thought and placed so much anger and hatred in me.

You called it Trigon.

I was reduced to pieces. I, who had lived here for centuries. 

I, who lived under the same red sky, the same towering mountain, above the same orange liquid for centuries. 

I, who had asked for nothing and received peace and quiet in return, on the spot I have always been–was broken by a variable Trigon called: Little Girl.

You placed me on the center of your face between what you called brows and there I stayed. 

I wondered for how long would I stay against your skin, since now I have come to know that there is nothing but impermanence for me now.

Since your arrival it seems that all I have for my future is momentariness. Something foreign to me has now become the only thing I should expect because of you.

You, the harbinger of nothing but fleeting moments. And me, the one forced to deal with the repercussions you bring.

Soon, I found out that Trigon was who you had said was scary and was your father.

I wondered if all father’s made their daughters feel that way.

That was what he called you: daughter.

You ungrateful daughter, I will make you pay for this treachery, were words I often heard. The anger in his words would seep into me slowly, this at least I could foresee.

After all, I did get swayed by your words about my beloved home and you only visited me a little too often than I would have liked. But this time you have placed your father inside of me, I foresee that I will be influenced even faster by your father than your presence that kept coming to me that time I was still whole.

After you trapped Trigon inside of me, you abandoned my home, abandoned your brothers and you brought me with you to a different world.

And yet again, another change.

I had no say on the matter, after all I was forever stuck on your forehead. I wondered if I would forever be housing Trigon within me too.

But this place was so, so, different from my home. I thought that hell was beautiful, but I was wrong, this place you called Earth was even more beautiful.

I came to like it here.

Earth.

You met people that looked like you, not with your red skin when you were entrapping your father inside of me, since it is only your brothers who had such a skin colour, but that of your pale skin but they had different shades and tones, and even that was so beautiful.

Everything was so new.

They asked for your name, and I realized, I never knew your name after all these years. Or I hadn’t paid attention, it might have shown how little I actually cared for you.

Raven, was your simple response. After how many years together, I now know your name.

A name. I wonder if I had one.

For the first time, this change was something I really loved more than my home that you called hell. Living in this place, you and the ones that look like you, called Earth.

The water here was different, it was like an accumulation of your tears. It was blue and vast and had many shapes. The ground here had so many living creatures, from what you called insects to plants to animals– to you, different looking creatures that almost looked like you– humans, that’s what they are.

I loved it here so much, but the appreciation for the new was difficult with your father constantly yelling: You ungrateful daughter!

I ignore it as best as I can because I wanted to love this unique place that could not compare to home. But still, I missed the red sky and what you called lava. 

But I was now stuck to you, where you are is where I will be. So I pushed your father’s angry and hateful words away. I pushed the longing for my beloved home away too. And I tried my best to live and love the place you have brought me to instead.

This majestic place you called Earth.

And then you fell in love. 

Love.

What a weird feeling it was. What a weird thing to feel for someone that looked like you– almost like you.

Green eyes, black hair, tan skin that was toned.

A toned body– that was what your brothers had, oddly, I missed them. Their unchanging presence from the years I have lived with them. I really missed them.

It was odd to love what you called a person. You do love him a lot. And it was even more odd that I could feel your love for him. 

You loved his smile, this man with green eyes and black hair. I, too, came to be very fond of him.

You called him Damian.

And he called you, Beloved.

Did you have many names? Why are you called Raven and Beloved? 

Do I have multiple names too? 

But at this point, I was already struggling so much. It was so difficult not to be affected by your father’s presence inside of me.

I have come to loathe you.

You ungrateful daughter, trapping me in this stone, you will regret it!  I will kill him! 

Is that my name? Stone? 

But I didn’t ask to be shattered into many pieces either. Trigon always complained about the injustice, the betrayal, and the pay back he will surely give you, Raven. But no one asked me if I wanted to house such darkness, negativity, pain, loathing and anger.

No one asked me.

And so, that was how I came to loathe you too, exactly the way your father felt about you, maybe because he has been in me for way too long.

You did not ask me if I wanted to be broken and hold your father within me. You did not ask me if I wanted to leave my beautiful, beautiful home. You did not ask me if I was feeling alright.

But then, I saw you smile from a wall that reflected you and Damian. I heard what people called laughter from you, and I saw myself against your head. 

I was red. Red. It was the color of my home– I was the color of my home– hell.

I couldn’t bring myself to loathe you. Not like this, not because of your father– especially not when I had finally seen and heard you so… happy. Not when I can feel that happiness too.

You gave me happiness and love, just as much as Trigon gave me anger and hate.

I didn’t want to hate you, Raven, not when Damian made you so happy. Not when I also shared and relished the happiness you were feeling. And yet, the same could be said about your father’s effect on me– I shared and relished his anger on you too.

The days blurred as I struggled to balance myself between love and hate, anger and happiness. And then you placed a vast darkness around your father– cutting him off from the world you are currently living in.

You did this because you were hiding what you and Damian do when you two are alone. I, however, was not immune to Trigon’s anger, in fact, it has also become mine. I, too, was not immune to you numbing your father out from what you do and what you see because I wasn’t the one inside the stone. 

I saw and heard what you and Damian do. And I felt the love you two had for one another.

You and Damian seemed happy, in the very least, and that alone anchored me to at least try and fight the pure rage inside of me that was always boiling and on certain days, boiling so much I can’t help but get confused in the loathing that wasn’t mine in the first place.

I hated you, Raven, but also didn’t want to.

You brat! Give me back my sight!

Your father would yell when you pull such a stunt. He would yell for you to return his sight back, to let him hear and see and know exactly what you are doing. But you won’t and for those times when you do such a thing, you do not feel him. But I still do. And amidst this, the warmth you have for Damian, and his warmth towards you was a stark difference to the boiling heat inside of me due to your father.

This too would help anchor me.

You cannot always keep your father in the dark because it would be too straining for you, but I know you are very capable, Raven.

Your life on Earth has also made me realize the importance of life. It made me understand why you hated your father. Although, I admit in my part, it took a little too long for me to comprehend. 

You have to understand, you have placed Trigon inside of me.

The drive you, your boyfriend and peers have to protect life made me understand that life had a value. And yet, why was I not part of that equation?

Was I not life? Is my life too insignificant to be considered?

It seemed that your father’s effect on me has run too deep. I seem to keep going back to the same thing, a hatred towards you that cannot be fully resolved. I had foreseen this, I shouldn’t be so surprised.

Your father will always be angry at you and would seek release from his confinement, and I would be swayed by his anger and think of it as mine. And then I would recall the peace and tranquility I had in my home that I missed for so long now but chose to ignore, and then after that, I would be filled with guilt. 

Because, after all, how could I hate you?

You too had not asked for this. You too are suffering because of your father. 

But at least you were happy, in the arms of a man with green eyes, who had at least contributed to this warmth I came to love too.

I decided that perhaps, it is better to slumber again and never wake. Perhaps it is better to be strong enough to hold onto Trigon and let you live your life. At least if I go back to sleep, I can still see my home. 

Still see and live through a time that has long passed.

I used to live a quiet life, in a world where the sky was red and the water was burning hot, which now I know is called lava.

But it was home and I loved it.

The beings that lived there in that hot climate were all men with red skin, white hair with black horns and yellow eyes. And oh how oddly they were clad.

And then she came.

Broke me to many pieces and that alone gave me the understanding of life.

I hope for the best for you and him– Damian. I hope I will not shatter in even little more pieces so that your father will forever be inside of me, so that, in the very least, you get to live a peaceful life. 

This, I truly want for you.

Despite the fact that I did not ask to be broken and be brought here, I truly do love what you have come to love. 

And for you to live a peaceful life, I shall fall into the deepest slumber I have ever gone into, and never wake. In this, I can guarantee that I would not be swayed by your father’s aggravations and feel myself weaken because of it. In this, I can secure your happiness. 

I will just be a stone. 

As I was and always had been a stone.

As I fell into my slumber, I saw the red sky and I recalled I used to be bigger than what I was now. The residents here looked so similar. And it was always so very warm.

I will get out of here Raven! You will regret this!

No, you won’t get out of here Trigon. I will be your prison for all eternity if it has to be. And with that I felt my outer layer harden even more and my final consciousness dissipates. 

Everyone called me a stone.

If a stone was to be cold and hard, you were probably the same. After all, you did not think twice when you thought of breaking me Raven.

eleanore-delphinium:

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.

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