"Thus did mighty Mjölnir pass from my gaze, fallen 'pon thus lower realm." The god chugged his beer, froth seeping in to the braids in his beard. "Twas not till I had awaken from the slumber of mead that I found it missing."

Batman narrowed his eyes, "The hammer was discovered three-hundred years ago."

Thor guffawed, "The time of mortals passes quickly indeed." and finished the rest of the tankard in a sip.

Raven grimaced as another drop of beer splashed on to her cloak. She looked at Damian, who shared with her a mental sigh.

Squashed rather uncomfortably besides  J'onn, WonderWoman asked the god, "When you awoke, you sensed Mjölnir's presence and sought it?"

Thor sniffed, thunking the hammer on to the table, spilling the two full glassed that were awaiting his finishing of the last. He wrinkled his nose at the Amazon, "We are one."
He picked up the next jug of beer and thrust it towards Damian, the liquid sloshing over the side, "Drink boy. Meade is a warrior's fire."

Damian raised his eyebrows as Batman bristled, "I'll pass."

J'onn could feel Diana tense besides him, alarmed by Robin's tone. He looked down, finding her fingers twitching towards the hilt of her sword. As Raven hastily smoothed over Damian's words, J'onn placed a reassuring hand on the back of Diana's arm. She looked at him and her eyebrows were drawn forwards.
J'onn wouldn't try to connect with her mind; he knew that she found it disconcerting. But people found comfort in physical contact, so he hoped that he'd done something to elevate her stress.

The god sitting across from them, who'd all-but dragged them to the nearest 'tavern' to 'experience mankind's feeble attempts at good drink', was powerful alright. J'onn as certain that if the young demoness across from them were asked, she'd tell them that the god's aura was a writhing mass of lightening. While Diana might be saved from instant death, the humans to J'onn's right would not be so fortunate: a blast of lightening could tear a whole straight through their chests, reducing their hearts to mere ashes.
From the creases in her forehead and her tightly clenched fists, J'onn could see how the Norse god's presence distressed her.

Batman vaguely divulged a situation involving some sort of occult ( J'onn assumed this was the same group that brought the deity to Robin's mind). The Martian briefly wondered if the Egyptian god would feel him connecting with Robin's mind. He dismissed it instantly: the boy was prideful and secretive- he didn't want to offend. J'onn did settle, however, to speaking to Bruce's son afterwards. Perhaps he might help him manage sharing a conscience.

"Ah- t'was these fiends who sought Mjölnir for their schemes." Thor's eyebrows were like lightening bolts as they rose with his fury. J'onn could almost hear his irises crackling with electricity: streaks of silver danced arose pale blue. Outside the pub, clouds gathered overhead seemed to darken (a marvellous feat considering the perpetual darkness Gotham seemed to be in) and a low tremor rippled through the sky.

Thor stood, his chair crashing into the wall behind him with the sheer force of the action, "Indeed, this insult shall not pass unpunished. I will seek these-"

Unceremoniously slumped on the floor,  bound by the Lasso, their prisoner groaned, shuffling. As the occultist's eyes slowly blinked open, WonderWoman unsheathed her sword, moving away from J'onn, and holding the blade's point by the woman's neck.

In the background, a trembling bartender called, "Would you like another drink sir?"

Thor placed his hands on his hips, "Hah! But of course my friend!" then looked down at the semi-conscious woman. "I shall make an example of this mortal fiend and taint the land with her blood."

The Titans and J'onn looked at Batman. He unfolded his arms and stared at the god.

"No."

Raven exhaled through her nose, resisting the urge to bury her head in Damian's shoulder.

"You challenge me mortal bat-creature?" Thor boomed.

As Diana turned her head, Bruce answered plainly, "No killing."

Thor pulled his hammer off the table, glaring at the vigilante, "You assume to tell a god how to-"

The woman's muttering were finished before Diana could compel her to stop. The shadows of her hood cast a skeletal look over her face as she chanted, eyes set on the god.

"Hey- what'd I mi..." Catwoman strolled through the bar door, freezing as she processed the scene before her.

Thor's large frame seemed to crumble away. Not in the way that biscuits or buildings do: slowly, they began to be able to see the wall behind him, as Thor became translucent; then, from the tips of his winged helmet, he began to (Selina could only describe it as) disintegrate. Those tiny, godly parts didn't slip away in to the air, mingling with the nitrogen and oxygen. No, they were a fluid, glowing mass that streamed towards the kneeling occultist.

She welcomed the godly spirit in to her body like a Christian taking the body and blood of Christ. In to every gap in her body (through her pores, nose, mouth), Thor's essence poured. As she took on the spirit, her eyes flew wide open. Shocking azure, midnight, electric, and pale blue, so many colours rushed across her irises that Selina felt as though she were bearing witness to a thousand nights in one second.

When there were no more godly specs floating towards the woman, she bent over clutching at her head. Thrusting her hood back, the occultist dug her fingers through her hair and pulled and the strands, gritting her teeth to stifle cries.

The Lasso of Truth was loose around her form; WonderWoman, for one of the first times in her life, was frozen. True fear pumped through her veins, spurned on by a thundering heart. Alien warlords, superpowered lunatics, demonic conquerors- she could take it. She could face them with bare fists and a titanium resolve.

But the gods- gods of any beliefs... the beings that resides over them, observing the trivialities of mortals...the power they wielded. She had once compared her teammates to the gods, with their abilities. Aquaman...Poseidon....Batman...Hades...Kal...

What reason had she to fear the beings above that amused themselves with the sufferings of mankind? What reason had she to revere them above her own associates? What powers had Poseidon that Aquaman didn't? Surely Superman, with the power to decimate planets at will, could match Zeus in strength!

She stopped herself from clasping a hand over her mouth and falling to her knees. She dared to say such things far from her mother, far from her sisters, far from that island that beckoned her return. And perhaps she should return. Re-learn her old lessons and re-affirm her faith in those above...

Another time would do those contemplations justice. There was a god inside an enemy. An eminent threat.

Or not.

For the robed woman could not contain her screams, falling upon the floor with her face torn by anguish and the scratches of her nails. Raven knelt besides her in an instant, pulling her fingers away from her temples and clasping her hands over the woman's.

Hands cast in a purple sphere, Raven tried to speed a calming aura over her. The screams persisted.

J'onn reached towards the woman, pressing his hands to the side of her head and trying to establish a link with her to understand what was going on. The moment he touched her, the Martian Manhunter recoiled, clutching his head. Diana rushed to his side while Batman and Robin hovered behind Raven,

The occultist struggled with Raven, pulling her hands away to drag her hands across her face. Beads of blood dotted the jagged lines where she'd raked her nails down her cheeks and across her forehead.

"Shhh, just let me help you. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Let me help. Please let me help." Raven's words fell in ears dead with her own screaming.

The constant, pleading 'No's were substituted for a dreadful, broken crying of, "Kill me kill me! Get it out- Kill Me!"

Raven's heart ached at the youth in her voice. This wasn't a woman; it was a girl. A scared, scared girl.

She racked her brains for something- a spell, a potion, an incantation- anything to stop the sound. Raven tried a messy heap of healing spells and expulsion spells- she even dared a curse of eternal slumber. An emotionally loaded 'Azarath Metrion Zinthos' did nought to help her.

"What is wrong with her? What happened?" Diana shouted.

Robin pressed his lips together, head downcast, before answering with a very telling attempt at unaffectedness, "A- an issue with the spell, I think. The godly bond she tried to form, it went wrong. Or her mind, it wasn't strong enough."

"It will kill her." J'onn said, leaning on Diana. "Her mind is tearing itself apart."

"What about sedative? General anaesthetic? A tranquilliser?" Batman asked.

J'onn shook his head, wincing, "Her mind will continue to torment her while she's unconscious. That is, if the sedative would even work."

"There's no way of separating Thor from her mind?" Batman crouched in front of her.

Having read all the available material about mortal-god bonds, Damian responded, "If this is a spell gone wrong, then no. Only death with separate them." He watched Raven's continued attempts at easing the girl. "If her mind simply can't take the presence of a god, this will kill her. "

"I-I can't do anything." Raven looked up to Damian, holding the girl's wrists as she writhed, screeching for death's merciful hand.

Damian sought Anubis,
What do I do? Tell me what to do.

Look in the corner.

Damian did, and found a cloak of pure darkness standing there. He felt a scythe would be welcome in its hand- if it possessed one. If Damian stopped focusing on it, the wreath-like thing disappeared entirely. He knew, without asking, that this was Death.

As one voice, Damian and Anubis spoke to it.

Come.

They beckoned.

Take her now.

The command was audible. Batman stared at his son, eyes aglow. Raven felt the approach of Death, felt him stand next to her. And as she released the girl's hands, she felt Death pass through the body, taking with it something that it would not return.

A.N:

My darlings, I would first and foremost like to apologise so so so much for the late update. I announced that I had been unwell so the chapter would likely be out a day late, but I don't think many of you saw it. Just so you know that I wasn't shirking, I've been unwell these last two days- though it's gotten considerably better today, my face is still puffy and unnaturally round. So I've got that going for me.

Please don't be mad- I hope this chapter was good enough to make up for it! I know we didn't get much Damirae interaction, don't get all pissy about that please: I'm not just trying to write some fanfic that's all about two characters getting together, you can go elsewhere if you insist on reading something like that; I'm trying to write an actual, good story here. Sorry if I prioritise an interesting storyline over fluffy content. Some people are DC fans who want to read a story that doesn't just revolve around two specific characters with 2 dimensional interpretations of other characters.

Just putting it out there!

Anywho, I love you all my darlings. Stay safe and stay lovely.
Oh, and please be a good, decent fucking human being, okay? This world has too many self-centred assholes- don't add to their numbers!

-Bats :3