"Get the hell out!" screeched Raven, glaring viciously at the man in front of her. How dare he have the nerve to come back here. After all he put her through! He was lucky she didn't send him to another dimension.

"Raven, I just want to talk," Damian attempted to reason.

"I have no interest in hearing what you have to say," she hissed. "Leave." She was losing her temper and she was losing it fast. If he didn't leave, there was no telling what she would do to him.

He crossed his arms. "I'm not going anywhere," he insisted.

Raven clenched her fists at her sides. He was just as stubborn as he had been back then. That was fine, because she was too. "Get out of my apartment, jackass!"

"There's no need for such vulgar language, beloved."

"First of all, don't fucking call me that. Secondly, I'll swear if I fucking want to. Get the hell out!"

"No."

"If you don't get out, I swear-!"

"Mommy?" Both heads snapped to the third party that had just entered the room.

Damian froze.

Raven cursed under her breath.

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So, if ya'll couldn't tell, I'm going on a bit of a hiatus. Just for a while so that I can sort myself and then come back better than ever (possibly). Until then, I'm sure this can sustain you (maybe). See you next time!