A.N: I'm going to start this off a little differently. Feel free to skip to the story if you're not interested!

@littleredhood- tagged me in a Raven one-shots book (which I suggest you check out :P) so I'm just going to do that now!

1) Despite common belief, Bats_1213 isn't a reference to Batman, 'Bats' is a shortening of my name- though I now like to relate it to the DC character.

2) My favourite book... I don't know😰 probably Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, crazy, I know.

3)ummm... well my icon:

And my background:

They're my own art, I know they're not that amazing, but eh.

4) You know I'm writing this one, so Fanfic. I've also written a Dramione one, which I've discontinued.

5)I DONT KNOW! There are too many good ones for me. But a series on Wattpad I'd recommend would be 'Bereft' just search it👌

6) I don't really have any secrets about my Wattpad. Everything anyone wants to know about me is open.

7) In no particular order:

kidflashismyfav GZILLADC clouds_loading nuurulnull  AmandaKayLee79 23678me MakitoAzuki MagicalMento @KittyKat_Kay Demonfox3452

So, now that's out of the way...

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"Here.", Damian offered, handing her a grey jumper- one of his that he'd retrieved from his room a few moments prior.

Accepting it, she raised an eyebrow, "What's this for?"

"To wear, well, that's what people tend to do with jumpers."

Raven, who had entirely anticipated Damian's reaction, rolled her eyes, lips lifting in spite of herself.

"I know that, I meant, why do I need to wear this?"

"You'll see in a second.", he replied, irritatingly ominous.

Sighing, Raven slipped on the jumper, au de Damian hitting her in an instant. Allowing herself to relish in the comforting nature of his particular smell as it rolled over her in soothing waves, Raven noted that it was somewhat like...apples. Yes, definitely apples. Oddly nice. Calming.

And strangely similar to the scent of rain too. In the past, Raven had never understood the concept of a person smelling like rain, as books often described it, but now, she saw where that came from. Like when you step outside on to grass as the sun is rising, and the dew is heavy on each blade, and the air smells so... fresh. Yet, at the same time, it carries the memory of torrents of rainfall as the atmosphere buzzes with electricity in a thunderstorm. An entirely separate mood, but still, the air is so...fresh.

Jumper fully on (with the sleeves going past her wrists) Raven quieted an eyebrow once more, curiosity peaked. Rather than respond verbally, Damian gestured for her to follow him, walking to the double-doors at the the end of the room.

As Raven's feet, in ankle boots, hit the balcony floor, an icy wind danced through the air, blowing strands of hair away from her face. The sun having set long ago, the view before Raven was one of darkness, all light being blocked out by the nearby evergreens.

"This way.", Damian's voice broke the quiet, causing the addressee to face him.

Much to her surprise, Damian had clambered on to the ledge covering the balcony, having used the railings as a platform to climb up.

"What are you doing?", Raven queried, tucking an unruly lock of hair behind her ear.

Spreading his weight evenly on the ledge, Damian grinned down at her, "Tt. Just follow me."

"You-mmph- know I can -mmph- fly, right?", she grunted, pulling herself up besides Damian, only to find that he'd already moved on to the next ledge up.

Rolling her eyes at his antics, Raven searched for a way up to the next platform, finding difficulty in locating a way up due to the darkness. Shutting her eyes, Raven sucked in a shuddering breath before allowing her eyes to flash open, now a brilliant scarlet.

Vaguely, she registered the enraged screams of Trigon in the deepest pit of her mind- after two years, it was all to easy to drown out his irritating taunts and tirades. With her vision demonically enhanced, Raven found the fissures in the brick with unnatural ease- or rather, preternatural ease.

Two ledges later, and there were no more to climb. Assuming that Damian wanted her on the roof (at least that's where Raven had last seen the incessantly irritating boy) she reached out for the roof tiles to hoist herself up. However, before her hands could meet slate, a rough, calloused one secured her forearms, pulling her.

Knees- protected from the cold by denim alone- met the slanted roof as Raven knelt on the tiles: heart still racing at the momentary prospect of her falling; despite the assurance that she could levitate.

"You took your time.", Damian chuckled standing in front of the currently red-eyed demon.

Lifting her head up, Raven sent him a withering glare, one which he responded to by extending his smile.

Well what do you know, smiling makes him seem like more of an asshole than smirking does. Sometimes it would be lovely to just punch it right off his pretty lips.

The other Raven in her head offered, Or kiss it off, that'd be nice.

Shaking her head, Raven stood up, glad to have her hands off the chilled slate- Azar, it was cold. Suppressing a shiver, Raven looked to Damian, who appeared to have been waiting for her.

In response, he said, "This way.", leading her to the top of the roof. "Watch your step, there's a loose tile there- careful now- just up here."

Following his instructions, Raven worked her way up, knees bent slightly to steady herself. When they had reached the point where they could climb no further, Raven's feet fell on to flat ground, rather than the vertex as she had expected.

Taking a step forwards, realisation dawned upon Raven as she understood that, rather than having the sides of the roof join on a line, this section of the Manor's roof was joined by a small platform. Vision still enhanced, Raven estimated the total size of the platform- which resided rather cosily besides a chimney- to be roughly a meter wide and twice in length. Quite like if someone were to take a large, rectangular slab of stone and slam it on to a roof, besides the chimney. Not all that usual.

"Well?", she asked Damian, spinning to face him, only to find the boy sitting, legs over the side.

"Sit down.", he said, no malice in his voice, steady gaze not faltering to look at her.

Raven sat besides him, tucking herself in next to the brick chimney, "Wha-"

"Look up."

So she did just that.

Before Raven's eyes, a sea of diamonds swathed the world in an ethereal blanket, surreal beyond comprehension. Billions of ballerinas twirling in synchronisation, the stars winked, pirouetting as they pleased. Teasing, taunting. So far, yet so near. Glinting with unspoken promises, daring to allow hope in to the hearts and minds of those who would give themselves the freedom of gazing in to their light. Yet, outshining even those specks of silver in the bejewelled carpet, was the moon. In all it's glory. A pure sphere of light. Words would never be able to do it's celestial beauty justice. A true beacon against the darkness of the night.

Raven's breath stuck in her chest as speech befell her. Carmine orbs having long since faded to amethyst, she fought to shut them. At last succeeding, Raven heaved a heavy sigh, exhaling as if to relieve herself of all the burdens she'd ever borne.

Opening her eyes, Raven untucked her knees, letting her legs dangle over the edge of the mansion, not caring if the cold bit at her toes.

"The view... it's beautiful.", she finally said, resisting her hands on either side of her.

Damian, head tilted upwards still, replied, "It is quite spectacular, isn't it?", he shifted his position to be facing more towards Raven, eyes trained on her, "I often find myself up here- to think, mostly- when I wish to be away from all", he waved his hand in the general direction of the house below, "that."

The demoness too turned to face Damian, leaning a little closer , "I understand what you mean. People can be so..."

"Overbearing?"

"Exactly. I usually mediate the headaches away,", she smiled, "it used to take more than two hours of meditation to keep myself in check, but now,", Raven met his jade gaze, "I can do it in ten minutes- even with my fath- Trigon nagging away."

Shuffling closer, Damian contemplated attempting to keep his heart rate in check, then he threw that idea to the wind- so what if his heart was racing, this was Raven, it wouldn't matter. Up here, in the cold, it was the two of them and the sky: no superheroes; no demons; no worries.

Again, a voice broke the tranquility, "We've all come far, haven't we? From the people that we were."

Raven nodded, "Definitely. Well,", she smirked, "you still are quite the arsehole,", Damian made no objection to that statement, "but I suppose we've grown as people. Like snakes that have shed their old skins- it's still the same person, just a different 'skin'.", her fingers made air quotation marks.

So close, their hands could touch if they wanted, Damian and Raven shared a contemplative moment, both taking the time to reflect on...life. On all the things that were happening, had happened and could happen. And strangely, the future didn't seem a terrifying prospect- not in that moment, anyway.

Heart pounding from its confines in her chest, Raven edged her fingers towards Damian's, barely brushing against his. Much to her pleasure, he placed his calloused hand over hers, intertwining them.

Comforted by her hand in his, Damian confessed, "I think we need to- to talk about... this. About us. Whatever this is."

Raven nodded, grasping his hand tighter, "I- I suppose we do. There's no point in not saying what needs to be said- and I don't want to end up in a situation where neither of us know what the other think and it all just..."

"Falls apart.", Damian offered, running the other hand through his hair, "I know, this is just so...new. Where do we even begin?"

"Feelings. I guess that's the place to start."

"Feelings? This is unchartered territory- I don't...", Damian muttered, eyes downcast.

"Just try.", Raven encouraged, voice soft as the wind sifting through her hair, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Well... alright.", he began unsure of how even to begin, "I can't comprehend any of what is going on, but, around you... everything just seems-gods!-it seems...different. Hopeful....Pathetic as it sounds, when you...talk, or read, or-or- I don't know- listen to music, I find myself enraptured. Raven, you make the world seem a little less... as it is.

And I can't help but admire that. This... is so strange to me, yet I find myself liking it when my heart feels the need to ache, or beat twice as fast, in your presence. I was taught, in the League of Assassins, to hold no personal attachments that I couldn't instantly sever and not to conform to the whims of lust- Gods, I dissected female bodies at the age of four- but", he held their joined hands up, "that training disappears the instant I look over to you.", he laughed in self-condescension, "That seems entirely preposterous though- doesn't it?"

"No!", Raven cut off his belittlement. "No it doesn't.", she said, quieter, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek, heart genuinely melted by sentiment, "Because that's exactly what it's like for me. We were both raised on the mentality that-that emotion was a destructive force -a lesson I know the both of us are still trying to unlearn- so I understand, I do. And what this is, isn't lust (I know that for a fact) neither is it admiration, it's so much more. So much purer.

And the first time I truly felt this particular feeling, you stopped me from spending the rest of my life in Hell. I-I didn't know what it was then, I think I do now.", she tucked a dark strand of hair behind his ear, "It is, or is something that could be...love."

"Love?", he breathed, leaning in to her soft touch.

"Love."

Raven subtly turned so that she was completely facing Damian, her back towards the chimney. Letting go of his hand, she brought hers up to the other side of his face, fingertips resting in his defined cheekbones, his face lit to perfection in the glow of the moon.

Leaning forward tentatively, Damian's lips brushed against hers, as though asking for permission. Responding with equal softness, Raven pressed her lips to his, happy to drown herself in the essence of him just as he would drown in the essence of her.

A.N:
Hello my darlings!

I hope you enjoyed that chapter- I had a shit ton of fun writing it ;) and ooooh the FEELS I mean O.O aiiiiiii! <- that was for the feels and the toothache

Aaaanywho... I've pretty much gotten past the point of saying how many K reads, votes and comments because I think I might pass out if I do! Seriously, THANK YOU

Gosh, why am I so happy online, this is literally me overcompensating for being a mean, pessimistic person in real life...it's strange...

Still...

Thank you!

-Bats :3

Well I never really though that you'd come tonight,
When the crown hangs heavy on either side,
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die,
Far too young to die,

-Panic! At the Disco -Far Too Young To Die