Authors Note: Hey everyone, it's been a while but I have returned and decided to rewrite/continue one of my stories.

It was only one night.

Neither of them had thought this would happen. It started off with a close call mission; Irey saw the dismay on Damian's face and when she had reached out to comfort him, he flung her around and pinned her against the wall. Before either of them can think, they both were caught in this fiery passion that left them both in a trance as they stroked higher and higher through each other's body.

Perhaps Damian was scared that he had almost died. He was only 18 and yet he had never fallen in love. He had never known the touch of a woman and he was scared he never will; but when Irey reached out to him, something in him lunged out that he wanted to know.

The relationship between Irey and Damian wasn't always the best on the surface. They bickered and argued with each other constantly. When you take the work out of them though they were like birds of a feather. Their relationship confused many people and even amongst each other it was an odd friendship.

There was an unspoken truth about one another. After years of partnership they have become quite fond of another… in more ways than one. There was no one Damian could trust to have his back most than Irey West; and no one she could trust more to lead this team than Damian Wayne

Tonight their bodies spoke to one another with fire and passion. Something that they couldn't deny they wanted for months.

After the high, after the pleasure, Damian suddenly felt sick to his gut. What had he just done? He took advantage of his feelings in a sensitive state and pushed them onto his teammate. What was he thinking? Pulling away, he could make no mistake that he had just made love to his long time friend. A mistake he couldn't fathom as he quickly dressed beside her.

"This… This is wrong." Damian huffed with a tremble in his words.

Without waiting for her to respond, he bolted out the door. Irey on the other hand was shocked and speechless. What in the world just happened? One minute they were flamed, and now…? Cold.

She sobbed silently to herself. Holding her naked body, she didn't understand what Damian just did to her. Was it a mistake? She was so certain that when they held each other just moments ago, the world felt right. She allowed feelings she always denied to surface, only to have him walk out on her without a word or a concern.

It took her a few moments to finally gather herself and dress.

There was no doubt in her mind, he really was a demon.

A month and a half went by like nothing had happened between them. They hardly spoke, and when they did, it was only about mission briefing. They didn't bring up the situation, they never touched each other, and there was little to nothing interaction between them.

It was killing them both on the inside.

This day though, Irey felt strange; she hadn't been feeling good for the past week. She was tired and drowsy, with far less energy than she ever had before. Worried that the speed force may be turning against her, she went to Barbara Gordon for a checkup.

"Your body seems fine." Barbara started as she examined Irey under a x-ray. "Have you been throwing up?"

"No…" Irey responded as she continued to lay underneath the machine.

"Your blood samples seem fine too…" Barbara added as she eyed the blood samples curiously.

Pressing a button, she released Irey from the conveyor, grabbing a bottle of water before strolling towards her.

"Here drink this." Barbara said as she handed Irey the bottle. "Are you sure nothing is wrong? Has anything happened to you in the past month?"

"No… I just feel sick." Irey responded and turned her eyes away.

Before Barbara could inquire her action, there was a beeping at the counter from where Barbara was just fiddling around. She eyed Irey closely before strolling to the table where a piece of paper printed out. Scanning her eyes through the document that confirmed her suspicion, Barbara smiled at the sheet and returned to Irey.

"So… Who's the lucky boy?" Barbara asked slyly as she strolled herself over to Irey.

"What?" Irey asked dumbfounded at the question.

Handing the paper to the young speedster, she pointed at the label that clarified Ireys condition. "Pregnancy Positive." Irey was stunned silent. Her eyes widening at the words printed on the paper.

"I'm… What?" Irey asked again.

"You're pregnant Irey!" Barbara repeated and grabbed Irey's shoulders in a heartedly hug.

Irey on the otherhand was not overjoyed by this realization. She was not returning any hugs to her dear friend and mentor. She just found out that inside of her for the past few weeks, a miracle was working inside of her. It didn't take long before Barbara also noted that the news of a baby was not a happy ring to the red head.

"Barbara.. I can't be pregnant." Irey whispered as a single drop of tear fell from her eyes.

"Irey, what's wrong? I know you're young but this is all real." Barbara assured as she patted Ireys back.

"No! This can't be! I can't be pregnant! Not with him." Irey screamed as the tears flowed a stream down her face now.

Barbara was shocked. Irey was such a strong young girl, to see her broken and afraid meant something terribly wrong was going on. "Irey, what do you mean? Who's the father?"

"I… no." Irey shook her head violently.

"Irey… please…"

There was a long pause between the two as Ireys mind raced back to that night a month ago. The passion, the fulfillment… the rejection. Irey quivered at this. Her heart breaking as feelings resurfaced. She was so strong for so long and now…. She was broken.

"...Damian." The name came out as a whisper but there wasn't any doubt in her as she breathed it.

Barbara's hands immediately jolted and her eyes widened at disbelief. Never in a million years she would think Damian would spawn with another person, let alone Irey West of all people. Not that she was a bad person, but that she was nowhere near his type(If he had one). Barbara's grip loosened slightly before gripping onto Irey's again.

The news of Damian's offspring was alarming, yes, but the matter at hand was Irey's state. Somehow, miraculously, she is now impregnated with a child inside of her. The speedforce should have countered it.

There was no sign of doubt in Irey's voice, and there was a hint of betrayal behind her peridot eyes; she was hurt by Damian. Nothing more needed to be said about the situation with them at this point. The wound is too fresh to dig in deeper for answers. What they needed to do was figure out what to do with the child.

"I-Irey..."Barbara's voice broke mildly before she cleared it. "Irey... There is a child inside of you now. I know it's hard and it's very difficult for you in this state... But perhaps we can look into abortioning facilities tha-"

"No!" Irey interrupted again; shocked at the sound of aborting a child. Not that she was against abortions, but that it wasn't even going through her mind as of the moment when Barbara had asked. Not that it has now. "I-I-I can't go through with that..."

Barbara smiled and held Irey's hands close together. Irey definitely had that speedster fire; something she knew Damian probably didn't understand about them; something Irey should lend to Damian once in a while.

"... Then you should tell him." Barbara replied. "... He deserves to know."

Irey stood in front of Damian's room in the Titan's Tower. Her heart pounding fast as she looked down to see if she was dressed moderately for the 'Ocassion'. A pair of jeans and an oversized T-Shirt will do right? She sighed and leaned out her hands to the doorway.

Knocking three times quickly, she pulled her hands away and inspected the hallway. No one was around and it didn't appear like Damian had heard. Perhaps she knocked too fast. Pulling her hands to the doorway again, she knocked three times slowly.

"I heard you the first time, nuisance; state your business and leave." Damian's irritated voice came from within; immediately switching Irey's worried gut feeling to irritance as well.

"It's me. We need to talk." Irey's voice rang out.

Without a moments wait, the door opened and Damian peeked his body through. His sparkling blue eyes looking up at her. She looked as though she had been crying; not likely of her. Damian just stood there silently and continued to glare at her.

"Are you going to... let me in?" Irey asked as she folded her arms over herself.

Damian gingerly backed up and made room for her to slip inside. His long torso snugged against his his sweater with lean, hard muscles from his maturing body as he towered a good foot over her. Irey took the invitation and slid her way inside; brushing her arm slightly against Damian before entering his den.

It was dark and neat in there; everything was organized and placed orderly. In fact this room looked actually normal from what she had thought. Seeing how bitter and grundgy Damian was, she would have at least expected an axe or two laying around in case anyone decided to sneak into his room without his consent.

"What do you want, West?" Damian asked irritably before walking past her and onto his rotating chair by the empty desk.

It took a moment before Irey realized she should say something to the handsome pain in the arse.

"Damian..." Irey started out calmly. "You know... about last month..."

Damian's eyes shot up at Irey as he folded his hands over his mouth; a way of showing his interest. Damian knew this confrontation would come sooner or later. He was prepared to shut her down and turn away again. There was nothing much needed to say at this point.

The less words she says, the less pain he has to ease away.

"... I-I didn't quite understand wh-"

"Understand what?" Damian interrupted Irey. "Understand that it had happened or that you don't understand what I only wanted from you?"

There was a pang in her heart as she realized what he meant by those words. There was never a pain so painful than the pain of knowing someone had used you to get what they wanted, even if you didn't love that person. Irey shoved her feelings aside for the sake of the conversation. For the sake of the child.

"This is not what it's about... There is-"

"Iris." Damian interrupted once again. This time he used her first name with an anger that everyone on the team understood meant, he was not there to play games. "I don't want anything to do with you. We are teammates and that is all. I cannot partion my time for any relationship."

Irey couldn't believe what she had heard.

She hadn't even told her of her condition and he had shut her down with a simple sentence that she feared he would say. There was no need in telling him she was pregnant, with his child. She rather spare him that laugh(If he had any) than have him boasting around to everyone that he had impregnated someone he 'doesn't want anything to do with'.

He was a child.

"Fine..." Irey spoke out as she played her poker face on correctly. "Have a nice night Damian."

Damian paid no attention to her and just flung his chair around to the empty desk. "Be sure to be prepared tomorrow for the reconnaissance mission against Zoom's headquarters at Malina Island."

Irey took a deep calming breath before opening the door and walking out on her own. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she stomped her way down the hall and into her room. Throwing herself quickly onto her bed, she screamed and cried into her pillow. Her heart was breaking and she was doomed. How was she to take this burden on her own now? What was she to tell her father?

What if she gets kicked out of the team?

She cried and cried for what seemed like hours as she found no comfort in every way she turned her body. She was tainted and wounded from the hands of Damian Wayne. The upcoming leader of the Titans and the sorest loser of all people.

Finally as the sun went down she laid on her bed silently. Unsure of what to do anymore.

Her phone rang next to her and she opened it to see a text from Barbara.

"How did it go?" The message said.

Irey didn't want to answer. Instead, she turned her phone off and turned onto her side. She was still torn to this day except now. The wound was even deeper than before.

What was she to do?