May contain head-scratching Australian slang. There's Russian here, don't trust Google translate.

VALERIA ISKRA, Klavdiya's sister above. (don't ask the question that will not be answered)

The telling dash of her presence reaches Damian's ears through the cold, breezy silence of Gotham's night.

He doesn't turn to look at her. It's been a week since they last spoke. Whether or not her relationship (if that is what one can call it) with him is the same, she is unsure.

"Are you angry with me?" She whispers in his ear, so suddenly Damian almost jumps. He shivers as she looms behind him, scent exactly like marshmallows and caramelised sugar.

One hand rests against his shoulder from behind, as she places her chin on the other. The sudden proximity has Damian's fingers quaking in his gloves.

"Why shouldn't I be? You strangled me," he pouts, moving to pull away. That's before her other hand reaches up over his chest, wrapping around his other shoulder from the front so that her chin rests on her fingers.

"Maybe I wanted to see if you were into that kind of thing," she replies, lips brushing over his ear and accent thick. At the clear innuendo, Damian goes completely rigid in stance, eyes wide as he searches for an answer.

The Russian is giggling as she pulls away, giving him a light shove.

"I joke," she says in short breaths, trying to contain her laughter by wrapping her arms around herself. Her laugh makes Damian want to smile.

When he glances at her, she's giving him her usual mischievous smirk. Damian is starting to think that it's her actual smile.

"So, are you mad?" She asks lightly, rocking back and forth on her feet. Everything about her screams mischief to Damian. 

He likes it, not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

"I'm not mad," he finds himself saying, trying to look away from the ever pretty speedster. He can't draw his gaze from her, however, which only frustrates him.

"Good," she says, looking a little brighter. If anything, she's as glowing as the moon is and Damian finds himself smiling back at her. Minutely, but it's there.

Suddenly she dashes around him, stopping on his right side.

"You should do that more often," she says, looking at him intently. Damian feels his face flush. He reaches up and pulls his hood tighter around his face.

Almost immediately Rapid softly grips the material and pushes it back down, smiling when Damian looks away from her.

"Your face is on a billboard up on the main street and yet you try to hide from me," she giggles, stepping closer to him.

He should tell her to go away, or leave himself. Yet he knows she'll follow him and he knows he wants her to.

And why?... He has no idea. Every time they meet he is left feeling jittery and warmed, as if that sugary-fire scent of hers were a real flame gracing his skin.

Suddenly, in his mind, he disregards his brothers' words of warning. It's true that she once went head-to-head with the law. That once, she and eleven others brought havoc to the world.

But now, in this very moment, she is a girl and he is a boy.

Unknown to them they are starved of the very same love, have lived similar plots, yet survived through different means.

"Habit," he decides to say, turning his body fully towards her, a small smile in place. Klavdiya notices the change immediately and goes full sunshine-bright in her smile, practically beaming now.

"Well," she says, casting a gaze out to the city. He craves her attention. In a blink she is right up against him, but not touching. A hair of space remains between them.

Until she reaches up with a gloved hand to brush flecks of the slight falling snow from his hair. Automatically they both lean into each other, magnetic.

"Tell me," she whispers. Damian shivers. "What are the chances your father appearing out of nowhere to ruin the moment?"

Damian feels his mood waver at the man's mention.

"One in ten," he says, looking down at her. Her goggles rest on her head, which he is thankful for. Those golden eyes of hers are so much closer.

"Good," she says. They lean in closer. Damian's heart hammers in his ears and he hears nothing. Not the wind, not the cars below, not his own breath.

Yes, just as her hand rests against his neck and his fingers find her bare waist, he is deaf to all things, including the high-heeled boots that hit the concrete across the roof.

"Are you for real right now? I'm trying to kill someone and you're up here pashing this kid like he's the best thing since sliced bread."

Klavdiya and Damian meet eyes, the moment starting to die within both of the.

"Na huy," Klavdiya suddenly spits out in Russian. Damian is yet to learn much, but her swearing is clear. "Ty seryezno!?" She shouts.

Rowan clearly understands and looks surprised at the outburst, before Damian feels a jolt of air. Klavdiya disappears before him, dashing over to Rowan.

He doesn't see what happens exactly, but the two of them are gone for a few seconds. When Klavdiya returns, she is alone.

Damian grasps her tightly, to steady her as she almost crashes into his chest.

"Sick of distractions," she murmurs. He starts to smile, but suddenly and so sweetly, there are lips pressed against his in a convergence of all the tension and lust.

Finally, finally, they are kissing. Fingers meet behind her back as she slides a hand up into his hair, the other against his shoulder.

It starts chaste. Damian feels as if he is drowning but happy to, jolts of excitement buzzing trough his veins. He once again hears nothing but his heartbeat- and surely, hers.

Despite the chill of the air, she is warm. He swears he feels it, even the softness of her skin, beneath his gloves. There are little light bursts like fireworks behind his closed eyes. They're all a shade of purple.

That caramelised fragrance. He is drowning in it, but would not mind if it were the last aroma he ever embraced.

And after the few mere seconds of chastity that it lasts, their long-awaited kiss becomes more. In the back of his mind the teen remembers that they are, in fact, that. Teenagers on the brink of that awful H word.

Because suddenly he's pulling her towards him as tight as possible, not letting a single breeze of warmth leave her skin without passing him first.

It becomes an open kiss, one Damian has not had practice with but they work so well together, lips moving in an unimaginable sync. 

So impossible it seemed, but he can taste her and the marshmallow-like sweetness. How is it that she emits everything involving his new favourite candy?

Against his scalp he feels her fingers curling, the scratch as pleasant as her other hand moving to his face, sliding her fingertips down his cheek.

When the need to breathe ebbs at the sides of his consciousness, he curses his lungs. Slowly, eventually, their heated kiss simmers down to that of its foundation. 

Once they are detached at the lips they still cling to one another, breathing hard. Klavdiya hesitates for the first time in Damian's presence, but eventually rests her head against his chest.

Damian places his hand on the back of her head. A gentle and accepting touch.

◊◊

In Russia, on the outskirts of a small town, the mansion of the Lezviye is fallen upon by a heavy snow.

Valeria sits by the fire in her office, with Sailor on the floor by the door, sorting through files. Despite the mansion's old looking exterior, Valeria likes to think it is a modern setting inside.

The mansion has belonged to herself and Klavdiya ever since their uncle gave it to them. The only adult to ever treat them right, he gifted his sister's children one of his companies and many other royalties.

As Valeria reviews the funds of her car company, the screen mounted on the wall begins flashing for attention. Sailor is the one to answer it, using her telekinesis to accept Rowan's video call.

The black haired assassin appears on screen, looking annoyed.

"I told you this would happen. They've got the hots for each other Val. Dry humping on the roof like certain individuals present used t-"

"You let it happen?" The Russian interrupts, looking into the camera intensely. Rowan rolls her eyes, unaffected.

"I tried to stop it. She dashed me home. It's already happened."

Valeria looks at Sailor, who is frowning at the ground in thought. The ex-Gothamite looks back at Valeria when she hears her thoughts.

"You blame me for this?" She asks incredulously.

"You were there when myself, Rowan and the others heard the prophecy Reyansh told us. Son of Bat, Damian Wayne. Daughter of Crow, Klavdiya. The wrath and ru-"

"I was there, yes," Sailor interrupts angrily. "I know that prophecy poem. I have studied it, day and night for weeks on end. Reyansh was forced to bare the powers of Madame Xanadu, as I was Martian Man Hunter, as you were Captain Atom. I trust his words, but I do not believe trying to keep these two apart is the answer. He predicated fate, Valeria. They are bound to be together. We can not change that."

Valeria's dull expression at her words does not move, but Sailor hears her thoughts. The eldest Iskra sister is no fool. She opens cherry red lips to recite one of the prophecies.

"A love once nurtured and desired by one
Forefront of the mind and second to none
Daughter of Crow and Son of Bat meet
A connection of the heart, a love so sweet
Not something to play with but rather a treasure
For every pain, loss, joy and pleasure
But that pain and loss will bring the world to an end
For this broken heart nothing can fix, bond or mend."

A short silence settles over them with a chill, one Rowan feels from miles away. Speaking of the future always does that.

"I think it's an army," Rowan clarifies what they all know. "Klavdiya's heir to your father's and to your uncle's. The boy is a son of Al Ghul and Wayne. With those forces they could do a thousand worlds of harm."

Valeria nods, "And I think it is heartbreak. We all saw my mother after... It's bound to happen to myself or Klav. One of us are to catch her crazy. If she loves this boy too much and this boy breaks her heart, he may unleash a monster unto this world. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Rowan and Sailor nod in agreement at the last statement, before all eyes turn to the Martian-powered twenty year old. Sailor notices, but does not glance at either of them.

"I'd rather not divulge my theory, because it can be proven within a matter of weeks. Just give me time?"

Rowan and Valeria can only nod. This has always been the case, when discussing prophecy.

"How does she look at him?" Valeria asks Rowan.

The assassins smiles, "Like he hung the stars in the sky."