The door slid softly shut. Raven exhaled a breath that had caught itself in her chest. In her mind, she replayed Damian's words.

He didn't want to forget...

The almost-kiss. Even thinking about that moment sent shivers down her spine. By Azarath, her empathic talents (the sheer exposure to raw emotion) hadn't prepared her for that sensation. Raven's mug almost fell off of the armrest as she grew lightheaded, caught in the memory of that lone moment in the infirmary: the moment that shook the very foundations of their relationship.

Alfred the butler had said the room was fully stocked, and he was correct. Raven sought a towel and toiletries, finding them in the attached bathroom. The witch retrieved clothes from the neatly folded stack on the bed: deep, plumb leggings and an overlarge periwinkle jumper. Raven had heard of one Stephanie Brown from Damian's frustrated family-centred confessions; though she new nothing of the Batgirl's personality, she certainly appraised her choice of pyjama colour.

Hanging the leggings and jumper on two convenient hooks inside the bathroom, Raven once more surveyed the room. Never let it be said that the Wayne's did not live in luxury. To surmise the grandeur of the bathroom: the shower likely had more settings than she could memorise in a lifetime.

Before stepping in to the shower and attempting to tackle the queer control system, Raven took a moment to look in the mirror. Bags under her eyes discoloured her pale skin greyish. Raven squinted at the half-demoness in the mirror. Was she beautiful? Certainly, people had said it before, but in the way that one might say 'your bullies are just jealous of you' to a child with no favourable qualities. That's how it often seemed to her.

No.

She looked from the dark brows above her eyes to the very tip of her chin. There was something to be pleased with, overall, in the mirror. Raven smiled for the sake of smiling. It was less a smile, more a flashing of teeth. Canines a little too sharp, teeth whiter than white against naturally darkened lips. Her faux-smile fell as she noticed the prominence of the thin bluish veins beneath her near-translucent skin.

Raven tutted and shook her head, smiling privately. These were the silly antics of insecure little girls.

Stepping in to the shower, she turned her thoughts to figuring out how to get scalding water out of the shower head. Ten minutes later, having been blasted by ice-water, steamed and nearly triggering a self-destruct button, Raven stood under comforting, steamy water. As she did so, lathering her arms with body lotion (manuka honey and mango) Raven wondered if Damian minded very pale skin and showy veins. She hoped not.

***

Hair damp, borrowed pyjamas clinging to her dewy skin, and teeth biting absently on her bottom lip, Raven knocked on the door to the other occupied room in the corridor. She wondered if the hooves of ancient war horses had pounded the ground charging in to battle as quickly and harshly as her heart did.

Damian opened the door, and all seemed to stop. The acute details of the delicate rising and falling of his chest and ever-so-slightly raised tendons in his arms were stark to the witch. They looked at one another, standing at the doorframe, with resignation in their eyes. Not a bored or exasperated glance, but one of a defeat to temptation.

Not a word was spoken- nothing needed to be said.

Raven walked through the door, following Damian tilting his head in a 'come in' gesture.

He closed the door.

Raven felt for his aura and her breath hitched in her throat. She looked up at Damian, whose arms were folded and whose brow was drawn in a small frown. His eyes- brilliant emerald in the synthetic light- stripped away her layers of emotional coverage and pinned down her core sentiment.

The witch tucked part of her fringe behind her ear, the wet hair dampening her jumper with droplets of water. Raven and Damian took the step they hadn't been able to in the infirmary. She stretched up off her heals and he lowered his head to meet one another.

The deity cohabiting Damian's mind silenced himself, understanding the importance of private moments.

The first thought of Damian's, as their lips pressed together, tenderly and tentatively, was that Raven's lips were the softest things in the world. The second, was this was undoubtedly one of the most precious moments of his life. The third thought, was that he was unequivocally fucked.

Breaking for air, the two kept close, lips a few centimetres apart.

Raven looked up at him, her demonic eyes invigorated, glowing amethyst. She laid her hand on his chest, feeling the heart thudding away inside beneath his shirt and layers of tissue and bone. Raven rested her forehead on his shoulder and sighed.

Damian had a sigh of his own to give, and a reply to her silent admissions, "I know," he lifted her chin and she found him regarding her with an unreadable look, "I know."

The hand by her chin moved to the back of her neck, Damian's fingers slipping through her slick locks. Their second kiss he initiated, and their lips collided in an impassioned embrace. Raven shared in the high-spirits of his aura. Her spiritually-tuned senses aligned themselves with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and threw herself in to the motion of the fiery kiss.

Damian disregarded caution and self -discipline and stuck a middle-finger up to the consequences of kissing the demon. Hiding it from his father would be something to deal with when his mind wasn't occupied by the witch in purple pyjamas.

AN:

Welp...that happened.

But I'll let you lot scream about that to yourselves. Right now, I'm so pumped for the DCAMU movie coming out in the Spring- the new Justice League Dark movie. DAMIRAE IS CANON! I can't believe it!!!

I've been a Damirae shipper since JL vs TT came out, and now, to finally see them actually together in canon in the leaked photos😭😭😭

What do you lot think?

Anyway, I hope you lot liked that chapter. I love you all so so so much.

Thank you

-Bats :3