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"So, uh... what now?

The JLA, Titans and Batfamily looked uneasily at each other as silence ensued.

Raven attempted to avoid the imploring gaze of her emerald-eyed teammate. The teammate who, at first, she didn't know whether or not to kill. As vulgar as it mat be, that was the truth -and it applied vice versa.

Immediately upon meeting the other, Damian and Raven had recognised their demonic presence. Although, it did take Damian slightly longer to do so. And longer for the both of them to accept that they had to work with, live with and (fundamentally) get along with, someone whom they were raised to hate with a fiery passion of a feud spanning off thousands of years. Yet, by some miraculous method, they had managed to last over two years tolerating living together in a slightly messed up, broken family called The Teen Titans.

At the break of dawn, when all was calm in the world, they would even bring it upon themselves to enjoy the peace together. Both silent save the occasional, unaffected comment. Relishing in the comfort of tranquillity. Alone together. A deep feeling of unspoken understanding between them.

Despite all of these blissful moments, they had never spoken to one another of their origins. That one time, when Damian approached Raven, she was meditating under the closure brought only by the night's shadows, he barely queried about the images he saw in head. The ones he received from being healed by her powers. The images of Hell. Of Trigon. Of...training. Not even fully formed thoughts or memories, merely flickers; yet they lasted in Damian's mind. They assisted him in creating a picture of Raven's character- of figuring her out. The same applied to Raven, though it was safe to say, neither had truly completed their pictures, merely drawing the outline.

Staring intently at the witch-girl, Damian allowed himself a little freedom to ponder whether he'd ever figure Raven out.

He was drawn out of his contemplation by the curt, resonant tone of his father, addressing Adyn.

"Is there anything else you can tell us?", he said, arms folded.

Adyn, having lost his talkative attitude, was shrinking under the Batman's observations. It appeared as though he would like nothing more than to hide behind his sister like a child playing hide and seek. With a vigilante.

Deciding to get his shit together, Adyn cleared his throat, reminding himself of the imperative nature of the conversation.

"Well...once they had breeched the inner walls of the castle, the soldiers tasked with the protection of Kadaar's family fought against the invaders. But they were outnumbered. We were outnumbered. Before...", his crimson orbs danced with fire. "before they killed Kadaar, he told me to escape. He ordered me to flee and find Raven and no matter what, to not turn back.", he met the eyes of his half-sister. "I took one step away, and heard him...heard him cry out. I heard them all, but I couldn't turn back. I hid in a secret passageway underground, waiting for my strength to replenish so that I could have enough energy to open a small portal to here."

Adyn's voice took a more urgent tone, "Above me, I could hear speaking. One said something about 'waiting until the next Blood Moon' and the other seemed to question what they were saying. I thought it might be about if they were going to take further action, so I tried going out the passage the same way I went in. Only to find myself in front of a group of the ones who attacked the night before.

"I opened a portal as quickly as possible and...well, you know the rest."

"What does that mean? What's a Blood Moon?", Jon asked. "Is it like a red sun?" Superman and Superboy shuddered at the thought, causing Diana to shake her head in amusement.

"No, they're two different things. But I'm not the right person to explain it, since I don't even get it myself.", he said, looking to Raven as if to say 'this one's on you'.

She sighed, attempting to find the simplest way of explaining without sounding like she was reciting an essay, "A Blood Moon is not, as it may be assumed, the changing of the moon to an orange colour, it is an event that is significant to anyone with magical abilities that happens once every decade or so."

As Kori was about to interject, Raven deftly cut her off, "Not for people like Starfire, who can manifest and control energy, but for true practitioners of the magical arts. Sorcerers, mages, necromancers and the like."

"They exist!", Dick's eyes were wide, like many of the others in the JLA headquarters.

"Tt. Of course.", Damian said. "Why else would the myths and legends exist?"

'The ignorance of humanity is overwhelmingly irritating.' He thought.

"If they exist, does that mean that other things do too. Like- like vampires! Are they real?", Nightwing enthused.

Safe to say, several eyes were making three-sixty turns. Until Damian answered him.

"Whilst there are some tales , like the leprechaun, which are just tales, some have truth behind them. Let's just say, there is a strong chord of truth behind the story of 'vampires'. "He smirked at their slack jaws. "But that's besides the point. Please continue." He nodded in Raven's direction.

"Hold up now,", Barry said, "You just leave it like that? No other explanation!"

He gestured towards the rest of the people, "Am I the only one who just heard this? He's talking about freakin' vampires!"

Cyborg shook his head in dismay, "Man, I've heard too much to be surprised. He could prove the big bang theory and I still wouldn't blink an eye."

Tim raised his hand, "I second that."

"I third that.", Dick decided to include himself.

Naturally, that earned him a slap upside the head from Cass.

"You don't 'third' things Dick. It one of the many rules of life.", he pouted dramatically like a kicked puppy, receiving many rolled eyes from both the Justice League and the Titans.

Drawing attention back to the matter at hand, Wonderwoman cleared her throat, "Raven, you were saying."

As if to remove herself from a daze, Raven shook her head slightly, "Right. Well, as I said, a Blood Moon is a highly significant even in the Magical Calendar. They occur only once every hundred-or-so years, although it is impossible to pinpoint the exact date of the occurrence, we can predict the month it happens in. And they have almost always been within the last or first few days of the month.", her eyes strayed to the window, surveying the cityscape at night, or rather, observing the silvery orb barely within her periphery. "Blood Moons last an entire day and, to the non-magic eye, appears much like an eclipse. The danger lies in the influx of power that beings with magical power experience. In that one day, monarchies have been abolished, rebellions have started, entire races have brought themselves to extinction and...so much worse. It isn't called a Blood Moon for no reason."

That left a sour taste in the mouth.

Most certainly for Bruce Wayne. He didn't like it one bit. Not knowing...anything about what was happening. Being caught entirely unawares. That there was a world he was clueless of until now. That he, who prided himself on being possibly the world's greatest detective, didn't know a damn thing about his own son. And now, faced with a situation where Damian was supposedly one of only three people on the planet who had any idea of the situation in the Demonic world, Bruce was in a dilemma.

The situation wasn't assisted by the fact that he simply didn't trust the purple-haired girl. It was...instinctive. He couldn't explain it and, admittedly, felt terribly guilty to hold unjustified grudges against an innocent girl. Bruce knew that Raven had been through hell and back, quite literally, yet he couldn't help but be wary. There was no denying, her power was immense, and if one were to exploit that...

Never one for idleness, Batman lifted his head, "When approximately will the next Blood Moon be?"

The steely edge in his tone didn't go unmissed. Much to the Dark Night's chagrin, she returned the challenging look with an almost unfazed air. Hell might have thought it beat the fight out of Raven, but her fury would and could flare, without a moments hesitation, at injustice: as an empath, she fully comprehended regard in which Mr Wayne held her, which made complicated the fact that she was supposed to be staying in the same house as him.

If she thought it was a struggle staying in the Titans Tower with Damian...

"The next one wont be for a long time. I'd say somewhere in the region of, ", she could hear the anticipating intakes of breath, " eight months. Around June."

Their audible exhalations portrayed the sense of relief coursing through Raven -there was still time to sort things out. There was still time before the usurpers had enough power...enough power to penetrate Earth. There was still time...

Tuning back in to the others' conversation, she caught Victor (Cyborg) suggesting, "Now, how's about we all catch up a bit, I haven't seen you guys in forever."

***

"How old are you all now? You've grown so much, I can't remember.", Diana said.

Although the Leaguers, Titans and (of course) the Batkids weren't in their civilian clothes, they had adopted their usual personalities. So, as Raven was seated amongst them, she felt no embarrassment or intimidation, as she might have done if the serious mood was prevalent. Humorously, she noted that Jon and Donna were placed besides each other on the couch, attempting to cover spreading blushes: the young girl was hiding her face in her curtain of black hair. Borderline hyperventilation.

It seemed like Raven wasn't the only one who noticed- on the sofa opposite her, Damian wasn't bothering to hide his cat-like smirk and Jaime was barely containing laughter. And Kori being Kori, was entirely oblivious to the true meaning of their tomato-faces.

Playing cool, Donna responded to her older sister, "W-well,", apparently playing cool wasn't working well, "you know I'm thirteen. And Jaime is-"

"Sixteen.", he called, smiling.

Jon coughed, rubbing his neck, "Uh, yeah, I'm thirteen."

Clarke grinned at his son before turning to Damian, "What about you Damian?"

Naturally, Bruce glared at his 'friend' because...aw hell, I can't explain Batman.

Raising an eyebrow at Kent, the son of Batman offhandedly responded, "Sixteen in three months."

Raven caught Jason muttering under his breath, Damn, this little shit's growing so fast. Although he might act like he hated his family, Raven understood that deep down, he would kill for the people he cared about. Just one of the many joys of being an empath, she mentally rolled her eyes.

"And Raven, you'll be turning...", Vic's voice trailed off as he tried to work it out.

She shook her head at him in amusement, "I just turned sixteen last month."

Victor was just that type of person: the type to include everyone in a conversation and treat friends like family.

All conversation, however, was broken by Barry's loud voice

"Now guys! You know I couldn't leave the vampire thing!"

A.N

Hello again my darlings!

Okay, first of WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!

1K!!! I REPEAT 1K!!!

How on Earth (or Earth 2) did this happen?! Not to mention the amount of comments and votes I get on every update. I was on the verge of rolling on the floor when I logged in today. Bless the Damirae shippers!

Also, major shout out to:

DamiRaeShipper

kidflashismyfav

LiliagaFanOfMany

Thank you so much!!!

And I really hope that you're enjoying this story and don't think it's a bit over the top or anything. Oh, and please excuse me if I pop a few 'English' phrases in here and there -I can't help it!

شكرا لك و الى اللقاء

-Bats :3