It hadn't taken long for the Justice League (primarily Batman and Cyborg) to track down Yeiso of Yan, in his search for a supposed piece for his world-ending...something. And this piece had turned out to be a lilac liquid in a four inch vial in a black box. How did they come to know? Weeeeeeeell they just happened to find him storming out of a flaming mansion, embers flying off his figure, complete silence from the house besides the cackling fire.

The reptilian bounty hunter's description of the criminal didn't do him justice. Frankly, it absurde to think that this intergalactic council had sent only one hunter after him. Yeiso towered at well over two-and-a-half metres tall, built like the animal that every legendary, fearsome bull aspired to be in the ring. Almost as wide as he was tall, Yeiso's features were surprisingly humanlike. Any other day, he could be mistaken for a giant, buff biker...who was also pale green...other than that and the height...totally a biker. If his head was a furnace, his hair was the fire- correction, his hair was fire. Flickering between electric light-blue and deep midnight like the sky itself, his hair flickered above his head, splayed like sun-rays in a child's drawing. To boot, his clothes looked like they'd been robbed from a fourth year-old man with a Harley and a bit too much beer. Somehow, he managed to pull it off a bit too fabulously, true villain style- possibly super villain...with those flames framing his image, super villain was a big possibility.

See, there's a difference between regular old 'bad guy' and 'villain' and 'super villain'. A normal 'bad guy' might have a scar or two, a big knife or some shit, but nothing truly remarkable. A 'villain', on the other hand, has a distinct character about them...something unique even if they're after the same old world domination. And the difference between a 'villain' and a 'super villain'?

(Sorry but I just fucking love Megamind! metrOcity uno😂)

When they'd first laid eyes on the criminal, Hal just couldn't hold it in, "This guy looks like what Lobo aspires to be."

The Flash's mouth formed a perfect 'O' before he whistled lowly, "Wow...the violation."

"Focus.", Batdad- sorry Batman- chided, embodying the term 'focus' as he perched besides Superman. "You know the plan.", he looked ahead at the fiery alien stalking away from the burning house, travelling down the gravel road. Yeiso had found this liquid in a mansion in the English countryside- conveniently, the next town or village was miles away. Enough space for the Justice League to trash this jackass without human casualties.

And, that's just what they did. Now, this Yeiso was formidable: capable of withstanding a full blast to the chest from Superman's lasers without more than wincing. However, with the combined, solidified forced of the key Justice League figures (Aquaman, Batman, Superman, Wonderwoman, Cyborg, Hal Jordan, the Flash, Martian Manhunter, Batman and Shazam) and further forces: Mera, Hawkgirl, Supergirl, John Stewart and Siza the bounty hunter.

Yeiso didn't really stand much of a chance, did he?

Well, a huge scrap - and a lot of blood- later, Yeiso of Yan was detained. Trapped in an unbreakable box constructed by the two present lanterns; tied by the lasso of truth; and then contained in a sphere of water upheld by Mera. The fire-skinned alien, Siza, petted her serpent's head and muttered to it, "Now my dear. It'sss time."

In front of the recently extinguished manor- from which several bodies were recovered- Siza's reptile slightly unwind itself from her and began to writhe and throatily hiss in some form of a hacking cough. A moment later, a device the roughy size of a mobile phone flew out of its mouth. And like a mobile it was indeed in shape, however there was no screen, only a completely smooth, silver surface. Siza pressed the middle of the device, marking her bounty as caught.

A red ring the height of a bungalow flashed in to appearance in front of her, catching the attention of the present heroes. A whitish film materialised in the middle, like milk in a bowl. Siza turned to the heroes, "I must take him back, the Intergalactic Council have been alerted. They'll keep him in safe custody."

John Stewart, Hal, Wonderwoman and Queen Mera followed the reptilian woman through the transportation device. Before Siza left, she turned and faced the Justice League. Dipping her head, golden hair spilling over her shoulder like molten metal, she nodded respect to them. She looked to Cyborg for a queer, longing moment, and left.

While the Lanterns, Diana and Mets returned in the same portal, Siza did no such thing.

That was the last time for a long time that she was seen.

***
The next time Donna saw Jonathan was in school, second period French, on Monday. Knowing that he wasn't one to dwell on negativity, Donna tried to catch his eye, smiling in spite of her lack of surety. Jonathan caught her glances, returning the shaky smile. Their teacher, wielding a rolled up textbook like a sword, swatted the air as she gestured for the class to pay attention. Duly, the two put their heads down and started with the worksheet: regular present tense verb conjugation.

Je mange-> nous _______
Elle aime-> elles _______
Ils parlent-> vous______
....

It would have been easy enough, had Donna not kept looking back at him when she thought he wasn't looking.

"Donna! Qu'est-ce que le problème?", Miss Devon's piercing voice rang through the class room, her terrible accent almost as bad as Jonathan's when he tried to speak French. She was only a temporary substitute until their regular teacher returned next week, but Jonathan already knew that week would feel like a month.

Every Amazon was supposed to be taught a variety of ancient and modern languages during their training (for practical use and in honour of Athena and Hermes: the goddess of wisdom and the god of travellers) however, Donna's joining the Titans had meant that she hadn't been able to do so. Hence, when somewhat distracted and asked a question in French, her only response was, "Huh?"

The substitute clicked her tongue at the girl, walking up to Donna's desk and tapping her red claws in the wood like the talons of a bird of prey. She sauntered off back to her desk with a raised fawn eyebrow and a subtle flick of her long bob. Donna wished she could strangle the woman.

Several snickers broke out around her. Quite fed up of humans, Donna glared poison at the students sitting on either side of her, silencing their laughs. For the rest of the lesson she stuck her head down, willing herself to ignore the boy behind her with the messy black hair and the glasses slipping off his nose.

At long last mercy arrived at the sound of the bell. It was break now, thank the gods. In her clickety-clackety heels, Miss Devon walked out of the class first. The haughty bitch. The rest of the class piled out of the room as Donna remained packing away her pencil case. Behind her, Jonathan shouldered his bag and pushed his fake glasses up his nose, waiting for her to finish.

Donna's heart thundered and she hoped to Hades that he hadn't developed super-hearing. Had he? Suddenly Donna couldn't remember. She fumbled over the zip of her school bag, fighting off a blush. Hiding her face in her hair, Donna finished, tucking her chair under the desk.

She faced the boy, his face rouged also. "So-uh- how was your weekend?", he asked, as the two of them walked out of the class. Glad for something to say, Donna just let her mouth get away with her, rambling on about every little thing- especially enthusing over the new camera Diana bought her.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were in to photography?", Jonathan looked at her in surprise, pushing through the corridor.

And so the conversation flowed, so calm was it, and so enraptured were they together, that they hadn't even realised that they'd worked their way to the school grounds outside. In Damian, Raven and Jonathan's usual spot, the two found themselves, completely unaware of the people watching them.

Behind Jon and Donna, Raven and Damian stood conversing placidly with the girl who'd approached them a while ago- 'Maps' she called herself- this time without her friend. The three of them shared and English class (one taught by Mr Hussain, who recognised debate and discussion as being fundamental in English) and had spent a lesson in the heat of an intriguing discussion on J B Priestly's 'An Inspector Calls'. That discussion, that had continued in to break, was thrown off by the approaching of the two younger students.

Of all the things Damian expected Jonathan to be talking about, the significance of photographs a few decades ago was not one of them. Little though he'd enjoy admitting it, Damian had missed his friend over the weekend, when Jonathan had retreated to his mum. Still, it brought new hope.

Hope that the dance lessons would get back on track so everyone one could see how Donna and Jonathan OBLITERATED all the other pairs.

***

Two hours after school had finished (which was completely night at this time of year) Raven was sitting in her room hovering above the floor with her legs crossed.

"Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos. Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos. Azarath metrion...zinthosss.", Raven exhaled as if she was exhaling all the negativity from her mind. Recently, Raven had a lot on her mind, from her father's words to the secret Jaguars to dealing with a mansion full of emotionally unstable people. Sometimes -often- she needed to clear her thoughts.

Just as Raven touched the floor, Damian saw fit to waltz in to her room like he owned the place (though he kind of did). Raven stood up, mildly aggravated. She turned to him, feeling the tension radiating off of him, and had to catch a breath. It still caught her off-guard sometimes, just how attractive Damian was. Eyes as temperamental as his mood, electric as a storm in one moment yet soothing like green tea in another. His face was all harsh lines, a strong, pointed jaw, regal cheekbones and angular brows. Paired with a softer nose and lips, it was no wonder the girls at school stared after him. Even without the breath-stealing eyes, chocolatey, wavy hair and naturally tan skin, Damian's form was impressive. He'd shot up over the last few months, now several inches taller than her, and Robin uniform always clung to his form like a second skin, displaying his elegantly built form. Even in causal clothes, they strained a little on his chest, and his master posture never betrayed him.

Damian leant against her door looking at her with an unreadable look in his eyes. She stepped closer, an eyebrow raised in spot of her nerves taking a strange turn- as if they anticipated something she didn't. His eyes captured hers, raging like Poseidon's seas in a tempest, dangerous and cold.

Azar he was beautiful.

She waited for him to speak.

There was an audible locking of the door, though his eyes never left hers.

Damian finally said, "I need to avoid them for a while. I could kill someone."

Raven had heard shouting and laughter from downstairs, Damian's brothers had no doubt done something.

Unsure of where Damian was going with this, her stomach doing backflips, Raven said, "You're angry."

The storm in Damian's eyes engulfed hers. "That's one way of putting it."

That look told her everything.

He needed to work it off.

Raven came forwards,letting we senses fly loose, marinating herself in the toxic waves rolling off Damian. There was no more to be said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips hard against his pulling him down. His arms responded, wrapping around her waist as he kissed her lips, inhaling her distinct, indescribably flavour. His hands left her waist to tug at her shirt, pulling it upwards.

Raven too tore at his clothes, swimming in heavy lust. They broke apart for a moment, removing their shirts and trousers, still standing by the doorway. Raven remembered through the foggy emotions that she should activate the charms in her room and did so with a lazy flick. Damian steered them towards the bed, caught in a tight embrace.

Raven felt the soft covers of her bed against her skin and shivered. Then again, that might have just been the insanely attractive boy currently steadying himself atop her, kissing his way down her neck. Azar, he was good. But of course, the League of Assassin's had trained him in the wad of pleasure, so that was no surprise- and Raven was certainly not complaining.

She sat up, pulling Damian on to the bed besides her, commanding his lips to hers as she pushed him down, welcoming his cinnamon lips and tactful fingers. Draped over him, Raven pecked his jawline, smirking at the almost-groan she received. She kissed him again, her lips wandering down his jaw, drawing another feral sound from his throat.

Struggling to get his words out, Damian said, "We've got a f-few...", Raven kissed his collarbone, "minutes...before Dick comes l-l-looking..."

Raven glanced at him, fire in her eyes, "Let's make it a good few."

Taking advantage of her break, Damian grabbed both her wrists and hooked her ankles around his, turning them over. Raven both feared and craved that scheming look in his eyes. "If you say so."

She narrowed her eyes at him, "You're the one who came to me asking for it."

He raised an eyebrow, "Really? That's how you're going to play it miss demoness?", his voice dropped dangerously low.

She nodded and managed to get out a slightly squeaky, "Yes.", which ended up a little more as a question.

He focused on the red rim of her irises, their lips a few centimetres apart. Out of the blue, he murmured, "You're beautiful.", as if he'd been enchanted to voice all his thoughts. And he touched his mouth to her lilac blossom lips, the lustful hear dispersing for a moment. Damian's loving moment fled too, as he reminded her with a signature smirk, "Only a few minutes."

Raven laughed, "So stop waisting it, idiot!"

***

Dick had retrieved Damian and Raven (not bothering to hold back a shuddering gasp as they came out of the same room with evidently messed hair)and now his only task was to call Jason. See, his brother had been spending more time out of the Manor, and last Dick saw him, Jason was off to his 'fuck-buddy' s place: Jason wouldn't call that person a girlfriend, that was a hell of a stretch.

Summoning his brother to the Manor, Dick waited...and waited..and waited...aaaaaaand waited, sitting in between a warring Jonathan and Damian (the half-kryptonian had come back to the Manor after school, welcomed gladly by Alfred). Jaime, Kori and Duke attempted to intervene- to no avail- as the Cassandra and Raven watched impassively. Of course, Stephanie, Tim and Belladonna were caught up in their own serious matters: which My Little Pony was the best. Even Babs had shown, receiving a call from Dick- she had no hesitation in joining Raven and Cass.

Barbara wheeled over to the demoness, raising a mahogany eyebrow at the girl. "So you're the one whose tamed that creature, huh?"

Raven glanced at her boyfriend currently trying to throw his shoe at Jonathan, true Arab style) then looked back at the redhead, "Tamed", she snorted, "Aphrodite couldn't tame him."

Babs considered the demoness, "It's good that he has someone like you- level headed and straight-thinking -God knows that boy needs it."

Damian dropped his shoe and looked about the room, "Who's talking about me?!"

"Don't worry- it's all good things.", the Oracle called, waving him off.

Damian narrowed his eyes but made no other comment, turning his attention back to Jonathan. Just as he did so, who would prance in to the living room other than the one and only Jason Fucking Todd.

"Sup bitches."

Dick got up and walked him up the head. "Language."

A moment after, Bruce and Selina walked in, followed by a stern Alfred and a sheepish Adyn. Damian wondered what the demon had gotten himself in to- maybe it was about his unexplained absences. With everyone in the cosy living room, crammed on to the sofas (Stephanie squished Donna in to the side of the couch with a muffled "Sorry!") or standing, Dick and Koriand'r stood in front of the glowing fireplace.

She started, "We wish to announce something to you all."

"Oh oh oh!", Stephanie shouted like an eager child at school, "It's the wedding! You've finally decided to tell us!"

Dick looked at her like he was considering taking up Damian's tactics of shoe-throwing.

"Nah, can't be,", Jason said, "Baby's due in late April- that's like two months!They'll wait till after."

"Or they'll do it before.", Stephanie challenged, sitting up and glaring at Jason, further squashing the Amazon.

"Stephanie, Jason,", Bruce looked between them, "be quiet." He nodded to his son, "Go on Dick, Kori."

"Right,", Dick cleared his throat, "It is about the wedding."

"KNEW IT!"

Stephanie was glared quiet.

Koriand'r folded her hands over her stomach and waited for calm. When all attention was back, she continued for her fiancée, "We have set the date and know what we want."

Dick picked up, "Which is the 22nd March."

There was a general cheer in the room, ranging from Jason whooping to Belladonna clapping giddily. Bruce, who's already been consulting Dick and Kori over the wedding, arranging the particulars- and taking care of the location.

Kori smiled at her fiancée, "Yes. It will be only close friends and family. There is a lot left still to sort, but I would like to say first who my bridesmaids will be.", she took a breath and smiled, looking around the room and lingering on the girls' faces, "Aaand, I do believe that is all in here-, Donna, Cassandra, Stephanie, Selina, Barbara and of course Belladonna- if you wish. Raven,", She seemed a little nervous, "I would be honoured if you would be my maid of honour (as is western Earth culture)."

The demoness agreed in an instant, "Of course.", and Koriand'r swooped her in to a flattening hug.

Filled with warmth at the prospect of being offered such a close role, Raven gave the Tamarinian a small smile. Kori was like both a sister and a mother to the demoness, she only wished her the great seat happiness.

"And for my lucky groomsmen!", Dick announced, grinning ridiculously, "-Who are going to look fabulous, by the way- it's Jaybird, Timmy, Dami (don't make that face, it suits you!), Duke and Wally (but I need to call him).", he sincerely looked Bruce in the eye, "I know we haven't spoken about this before, but I would be beyond happy if you agreed to be my Best Man, Bruce...dad."

Even as the man tried to catch his emotions he knew that he couldn't. Bruce cleared his throat to stop himself choking up, "Anything you want, Dick,", and (for once) accepted a hug from his son.

A.N:

Hello my darlings!

Second week in school, everything's decent. I got the blazer (whoopee) but now I look like a fücking Eton boy Tory. I look like a guy that can just pull off longer hair well. I look like what Jacob Rees-Mogg's children will grow up wishing they could be. I look like a fucking bellend and I don't fucking like it.

Anyway, I love you all, we're just sky-rocketing in views and I'm fairly sure that we'll be able to make it to around (maybe just under) 100k by the end of the story! It's crazy!

Thank you all so so so much!

Bats :3