A.N:Prepare yourselves...
Just to make you scream a little before reading, there may be some scenes ahead that aren't suitable for very young readers... mwahahaha

Raven pulled her knees up to her chest, tilting her head back against the door.

"Are you sure that's what you saw?", Damian asked, sitting besides her, resting his forearms against his knees.

She nodded, "There's no doubt about it. We'll have to look further in to it though- just to be certain."

The boy next to her dipped his head, "Of course. But I don't believe that fathe-Bruce,", he gritted his teeth, "should know more until we're absolutely certain."

Regarding Damian thoughtfully, Raven sighed, overwhelmed by the need to offer her help to him. Sitting up straighter, she turned around fully to face him, crossing her legs in her usual meditation pose.

"Damian.", she began soothingly.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning unaffectedness.

"Damian, look at me,"

Exhaling, he unfolded his knees, looking to her and imitating the way she was sat. Much to his surprise, the demoness shuffled slightly closer, placing her palms on top his, which rested above his crossed legs.

It was so...right.

Her hand clasping his. So, so warm. So secure. Comforting.

A reassurance.

Damian's eyes found Raven's.

She sighed, "Don't lie to yourself, Damian. Please.", the pleading edge to her voice shattered his resolve. "You're not okay, are you?"

Eyes now, downcast, Damian struggled with himself. Should he remove those barriers stopping him from confiding in her. In Raven. In the person whose hands he was holding on to for dear life.

"Just answer...please. You know I've placed a silencing charm on the room. The door is locked. It's only me here. Please."

His eyes flitted up to hers, and just like that, his walls crumbled to no more than rubble. The shift was obvious in his aura: it was no longer the chaotic mass of undeveloped power, but a thunder cloud on the verge of releasing Zeus' fury upon the mortal realm.

Gripping her hand tighter, he breathed, "I'm not. I'm really not."

"Talk to me, tell me what's wrong.", she tried, "It will help, trust me."

He bit his lip, contemplating for a moment before confiding everything... almost everything.

About how he struggled with the urge for blood. The internal battle against his assassin's training and demonic nature. The compulsion to defy his father's no-kill rule. The loss of the Titans Tower. Blaming himself for the incident. Bruce having another child.

The difficulty in talking to his father.

"It's ridiculous. I can decapitate a creature without a second thought, but when it comes to speaking to my own father,", he chuckled bitterly, "I can't even face him."

Hands still intertwined, Raven and Damian shared a clear moment of silence. What he had just told her, nobody else in the world knew. Raven was his sole confidant, that was because he trusted her.

True, he trusted Grayson- regardless of how much he was loath to admit it- he also trusted Jaime and Jon -they were good friends- and Donna (despite her eccentricities) of course Koriand'r too, Jason, Steph, Tim and Cass in their own ways as well.

But it wasn't the same.

It wasn't Raven.

"You feel betrayed."

Damian frowned at her words, "Betrayed?"

Raven nodded, "Your father. You feel like him sending you to the Titans was a betrayal."

There was nothing he could say against that, it was all too true.

"Damian,"

She let go of one of his hand, instantly missing the contact. A thousand drums pounding in her chest, Raven raised her hand to the side of his face, brushing away an unruly dark lock, steeply increasing his heart rate

"He loves you,", she assured, barely above her breath, "don't doubt it. It radiates off of him. Your father thought he was doing the right thing, sending you to us. And it has done you good, hasn't it."

He 'hmm'ed noncommittally, "I suppose."

Withdrawing her hand from his cheek, Raven repositioned herself on the floor so that she was sitting with her legs folded underneath her.

Damian repressed a shudder at the loss of contact, wanting Raven closer than she was.

"Just give him a chance, Damian. Your father is trying."

At that, Raven removed her other hand from his, standing up and making to leave: having not plucked up the courage to say what she wanted to him.

There was no way she could explain it to him without ruining what they had as good friends- she would just have to leave it.

As Raven reached out for the door handle, a calloused hand grasped hers and hot breath hit her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"Wait."

She complied, turning around to face Damian, who stood dangerously close. If she wanted, Raven could take half a pace forward and be stood almost skin-to-skin with him.

Damian leaned forwards, causing Raven's heart to hammer in her chest.

Raven's P.O.V

Lips brushing against my ear, he whispered, "Just stay a while, please."

"Okay.", I muttered, not trusting myself to nod when he stood so close that if I did, his lips would be fully touching the skin of my neck.

Damian lifted his head, eyes meeting mine in a whirlwind of emotions. With deliberation, he moved closer, so that rather than brushing against my ears, his lips were on the verge of grazing mine.

"Is this okay?", he murmured, eyes half-lidded.

Rather than answer, I allowed the lustful tension in the atmosphere to guide my actions. Upon a sudden urge, I closed the little space that there was between us, pressing my lips softly against his.

It was like all the stars in the universe had congregated to dance within my heart. I had never felt so free. His lips moving slowly with mine was so...right.

This is what life was meant to be. No demon fathers, no assassins, no blood. Just this. Just the two of us, sharing in a moment of perfect.

Kissing him... it was unlike anything I could have ever anticipated. None of the books I'd read could have ever explained this feeling; my senses were joining with his on a level I had never before experienced. It was as though every emotion we had felt was exposed to one another. All the angst and anger, all the admiration and affection, was one.

Regretfully, our lips parted from the soft kiss, both of us breathing heavily, our senses back to their usual forms.

"Did we just?", Damian panted, eyes still close.

I hummed in response, feeling the ghost of his lips on my own.

His bright eyes opened in a flash of green, narrowing as though he was plotting. On a usual basis, that look meant trouble; now- gods it was endearing.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.", he rumbled, almost growling.

Bolder than ever before, I grabbed the collar of his v-neck, pulling him a hair's breadth away from my lips, relishing in the heat of his tall, built frame flush against me.

I raised an eyebrow, challenging, "Then why stop?"

Where this attitude came from, I hadn't the slightest notion, but it felt so natural, so right, to be like this with Damian.

Rising to the challenge, he stepped forwards until I registered the door hitting my back. Taking his sweet time, Damian placed his hands just above my hips, smirking.

"Good question.",he chuckled.

Then his mouth crashed on to mine in not a soft, but a passionate kiss.

Heat coursed through me as he deepened it, warm lips melting what little composure I had left. I dropped the hand that held his shirt, wrapping both arms around his neck, back arched, intensifying our embrace.

Tantalising, Damian's thumbs made small circles on my skin, eliciting a sharp gasp from my mouth, which I felt him smirk against: that smirk couldn't mean anything innocent, not this far down the line.

As if to prove my point, Damian continued to agonisingly move his thumbs on my waist. I couldn't stop the  short inhalation of breath when a stinging sensation hit my lips and Damian's teeth teased my bottom lip.

Azar, did he know what he was doing to my insides?!

Fed up off his teasing, I pushed my lips against his, putting an end to his antics. Of course, he decided to pull away after a few moments, making me resist the urge to pout- but I wasn't the type of girl to pout and whine.

Still infuriatingly smirking, Damian leaned his forehead against mine, breath hitting my face in waves of... cinnamon- who would've thought, Damian Al-Ghul Wayne had cinnamon breath. Letting go of my waist (much to my displeasure) he unwound my arms from around his neck.

"Is everything alright?", I asked, opening my eyes- which I was sure were some shade of red: my eyes tended to change colour due to emotion.

His opened too, a scorching Scarlett with lust rather than green, staring right in to my soul.

"It's more than alright.", he said in that  tone that reduced me to a metaphorical puddle.

There was no room for a response as our lips met once more, but only briefly. Why did he pull away again?!

The answer came when his mouth trailed down my jaw, placing a titillating kiss in the corner. With that, he worked his way down, lips making short work of the skin of my neck.
Had my hands not been pinned on either side of me by Damian, they would be threaded through his mussed hair, or under his shirt, exploring his toned torso.

"Damian!", I gasped as he found that vulnerable spot on my neck, ever so glad for the silencing charm I had put on the room.

Motivated by my reaction, he placed a light kiss to my pulse point. There was no way I could consider the smug smirk on his lips when they danced over my neck.

Again, he returned to the pounding pulse point, opening his mouth to allow his tongue and teeth to reach that spot of my skin. Knowing full and well what he was doing to me, Damian's tongue flicked out, prompting his name to escape my lips once again. Then -Azar have mercy- his teeth, demonic canines included, tugged at the spot playfully.

The assault on my neck persisted and,before I could say anything, a sudden sting came from my pulse point, much like the sting on my lips before. A soft moan slipped out of my mouth as Damian nipped at it again, this time drawing a drop of blood.

Once more, his tongue hit my neck, catching the bead of blood before it could fall. Still pining my hands (though with virtually no force) Damian placed a feather-light kiss against the bite, much like an apology, just less apologetic. I knew the love-bite would heal within an hour or so, but still...damn...

Pulling back from my neck, Damian let his forehead rest on the wall, mouth besides my ear.

"If we go any further I won't be able to control myself.", he breathed, hands letting go of mine.

Between his body and the wall, I rested my head forwards against his shoulder.

"I don't think I will either.", I admitted.

A second of silence passed, during which both of us took a moment to realise just what we had done. Holy Mother of Azarath- scratch that- Aphrodite!- I just made out with Damian Wayne!

"We just..."

"Yeah, we did.", he breathed, lifting his head from the space above my shoulder to regard me with wide eyes.

Incredulous, I couldn't help but laugh quietly, "What even is this?"

No more composed than I was, Damian  said, "I honestly don't know.", he kept the light smile on his face, "But we'll figure this out."

"Together?"

"Together.", he dipped his head, "But not this second."

I raised an eyebrow, to which he genuinely laughed.

"Raven, it's almost three o'clock."

It was- I checked the clock.

"So, later then?", I asked, brow still raised.

"Yes, later then."

A.N:

Hell yaaaaaaas! We had our first kiss- well, a bit more than kissing. Umm... surprise? We're finally here!

Hope you liked it, this is my first time writing this kinda stuff, so my apologies if it was not that good😬

Nonetheless, thank you for reading, commenting and voting, you're all wonderful. You have my appreciation for helping this story get so far- CHAPTER THIRTY PEOPLE yaaaaaaaaas!

-Bats :3