A/N: This is intended to be a Dark Fic. It features an older, mature Raven and a Teen Robin. There will be various Master/Slave relationships, touches of mild BDSM and some suggestive themes (hence the M rating). This is NOT my usual Robin x Raven type of fic. Happy fluffy things are under the titles of "Library of the Raven" and "The Raven and The Robin" as well as the other fics titled Extended Ending, etc.
If it is not your cup of tea, please leave now. I understand that we all have different tastes. ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own any Teen Titans anything. I only lay claim to my original characters and plot bunnies.
SUMMARY/NOTES: Lady Raven Roth-Wayne is a powerful dark empath with unmeasured power. She is known for her association with the dark lord Slade and resides in a shadowy manor in Lainesworth Province, with Alfred, Kit and Jinx. She is working on one forbidden potion that requires one final ingredient-problems arise when the ingredient turns out to be a very reluctant Robin. Features Teen Jinx, Teen Robin, Teen Cyborg, Kid Beast Boy and Kid Starfire. Kid Flash makes an appearance as Kit and various other characters from DC comics.
WARNINGS: BDSM (others will be added as I see fit)
She stood in the corner of the room, her fingers brushing against a precarious stack of tall, gilt-edged books. It looked as if one little push would send them all toppling to the ground. There was a playful glint in her eyes as the pink-haired teen tiptoed her fingers around the stack.
The woman sitting in the chair by the fire didn't even look up.
She smiled, running her fingers up the stack, then down and finally up once more. It only took one push to send the entire tower toppling over into a glorious mess on the floor.
Nothing happened.
She waited.
It took a moment, then it happened.
"You severely try my patience, little one." Raven murmured, rising from the thick, padded armchair, closing the thick book and setting it lightly on the table beside her favorite reading spot. Her dark lavender eyes trailed heatedly over the slender figure of pale skin and thick, curtained, pink hair. "It seems your name is but a hint of what you are capable of drawing to you."
"You could change it." The pink-haired teen whispered, her pink cat-eyes flashing with excitement, anticipation and the tiniest hint of fear. "You could change it to anything you wish, Mistress. I am but yours to do whatever you wish."
"And if I should wish for you to keep it?" Raven mocked, approaching the girl.
Jinx shivered. "Then if that…were to be your…singular wish…Mistress. I can offer no…protest." Her words trailed out in slow succession.
"But protest is all you have done as of late, my precious little Jinx." Raven said, smoothly, standing before the girl, a good foot and a half taller, than the quivering figure. "I have given you your orders, I have made my requests and yet, here you stand before me as if I have never done either. What is it you desire so desperately that you cannot bring yourself to ask of me?"
"I-I desire nothing, Mistress."
"Do you now?"
"Nothing." Jinx said faintly, one hand twitching faintly at her side as the Lady Raven stood before her in a black, silken dressing robe that clung to enticing curves, enhancing the imposing figure.
"Really, child? And you expect me to believe this?" Raven reached one hand towards the girl, caressing one fevered cheek.
A fierce blush spread across Jinx's face, but she leaned into the touch, her eyes half-closing. "I-I have nothing to ask of you Mistress."
"Perhaps you speak the truth." Raven allowed, cupping her face with both hands now.
"I do, Lady Raven." Jinx said earnestly, allowing herself to be drawn forward into the thin arms. "I do speak the truth." She nestled into the offered embrace.
"Then I must surmise that you crave the touch of my hand." Raven's hands slid possessively from the young witch's face to curve around her youthful body. "Though you know you need only ask for it."
A half-sob came from the pink-haired armful. "I know, Mistress. I know." She choked out, beginning to tremble as the hands holding her stroked slow, sure paths up and down her back.
"And yet you still defy me." Raven breathed. "You know I will punish you for such disobedience. You know better, my dear."
"I don't care." Jinx sniffled. "So as long as it is delivered by your hand."
The dark lady chuckled, her hands moving to rest on Jinx's shoulders, gripping tight enough to draw a squeak of surprise from the young teen. "I see. Then perhaps it is time I taught you this particular lesson again. I cannot have you constantly interrupting my reading time."
"Oh no, Mistress. I did not mean to interrupt, I only wanted to be near you and to see what…I do not need to…I know already. I do know. I truly do."
"I think not, my precious Jinx." Raven chuckled. "For if you did, we would not be having this conversation. I believe remedial lessons are in order."
"Oh please, Lady Raven, please!"
"Ah, but you know the rules, love." Raven soothed. "For every action there is a consequence and you have chosen this path yourself."
"I did not mean to-" There was a squeak as one powerful hand caught her jaw and squeezed.
"Now you are lying. You did mean to. You simply did not expect to dig yourself this deep a grave." The girl trembled. "It seems I will have to use the bench tonight, if you are so unwilling."
Pure fear radiated through the young witch, her body finally betraying her. "No." She whispered, faintly. "I would not…I would…"
"Enough." Raven hissed. "I was enjoying myself up until a moment ago, for your interruption and the intentions with which you interrupted me, you will see this through. Need I remind you that your begging only serves to further annoy me?"
A very sore and very tired Jinx awoke the next morning to find herself sharing the same bed as her lady mistress, who was deeply engrossed in the same thick volume as she had been reading the night before.
The pink-haired witch gulped softly, gingerly shifting beneath the sheets, a fraction of movement. Pain erupted in her body, moving outwards in little prickling shockwaves. She bit her lip to stifle a moan.
"Good morning, pet." Dark lavender eyes turned to focus on wary pink orbs. "Sleep well?"
A whimper was all that Jinx could manage.
Lady Raven chuckled. "Have we learned our lesson?" She whispered, shifting to lean over, her lips close to Jinx's ear, her breath warm and soothing as it ghosted over the appendage. "Or must I repeat last night's lesson?"
"I have learned." Jinx gasped out as a cold hand slipped beneath the sheets to caress her nude body. She closed her eyes, shuddering at the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her body as the cold hand expertly soothed the sting from the welts and soreness that decorated her.
"Good." Raven cooed. "Then I will allow you to stay in bed today." She withdrew, sliding out from beneath the covers, reaching for the black dressing cloak to draw around her. "I have business to attend to today and I would rather you were not stumbling behind in my shadow."
"I would have stayed if you ordered me." Jinx said, meekly.
The cold hand stroked her head soothingly. "There are many things I will ask of you, my dear and many that I have, but there are some that I will never demand of you."
"I-"
"Hush, child." Raven brushed the sweaty strand of pink hair away to expose the pale neck. She bent to press a kiss on the warm skin. Jinx trembled. "I will be taking Alfred with me. Something has come up and I may be gone for the greater half of today."
Jinx paled several degrees more. "Oh." She said, softly. The understanding dawning at once.
"Shall I have Kit bring a healing potion?"
Jinx twitched, faintly, testing her body's limits. "It is nothing less than I deserve." She answered, honestly.
"Good girl." Raven almost smiled.
"Lady Raven?"
"Yes?" Raven paused in the bathroom doorway, an appraising glance thrown over one elegant shoulder.
"W-would you be going to the auctions again?"
"That is of no concern to you."
"Please, Mistress, if I may be so bold."
"You already have."
"I apologize, but I have read the ads for-"
"Your apology is noted and not—when?"
"Yesterday morning, in the newspaper insert, it seems there are some rare ones, I meant to tell you."
"I see."
There was a moment of silence and then Raven sighed, turning fully from the bathroom doorway.
"Anything else you would care to add?"
"A few of my former…acquaintances are there."
"And you wish for me to purchase them?"
"NO!" Jinx yelped, calming at a glare from the purple-haired woman. "No, Mistress, I do not, however, if they are there, then there must be others along with them. I know your work requires unusual talents, I meant to suggest you might find some there today."
"And you wished to join me." It was a statement not a question.
Jinx swallowed. "Yes, Mistress."
"I see. Thank you for your honesty, however, I will be traveling alone. Alfred will return at halfday and he will see to meals and such. I cannot say what time I shall be back, tend to your studies and keep out of trouble." Lavender eyes glittered. "Do not force me to abuse you, my dear. My patience wears thin with your games."
"Yes, Mistress." Jinx whispered, faintly.
The bathroom door closed with a quiet click.
Raven swept from the cold stone manor shrouded in a rich, purple hooded cloak. Her boots click ominously in the entryway of the mansion as she awaited her attendant to bring the carriage around to the front.
Alfred appeared in record time, driving the old supply cart, with Raven's fiery black steed tethered to the back. It was not the day carriage, but rather, the simple open-topped, open-backed cart used for his grocery shopping and the like.
"Thank you, Alfred." Raven murmured, circling around the back and climbing upon the bench seat beside him. He had decided to change from cart to carriage on his own and she commended him for his ingenuity. There was no need for the day carriage if she were leaving at half-day, it would be easier for Alfred to manage things seeing as he was more comfortable in less finery.
The ride to the city was rather quiet. Raven was never one for pointless conversation and her late husband's butler was a rather well-trained man, one who knew when to keep his mouth shut and when not to.
They arrived in town three hours to noon. Alfred parked the supply cart in an open land and Raven handed him a pouch of coin to cover the manor's usual expenses of food and drink. He bid her thanks and hurried off to see to the usual errands. Raven spent her time browsing along the bookstores and the usual novelty shop. She purchased several rare volumes from the bookstores and an assortment of whips and leather-buckled restraints from the novelty shop.
A slightly pink-faced Alfred stood outside the establishment when she emerged, tipping his head lightly before moving forward to help the stock boy carry the purchases to the cart. He discreetly handed the grocery bill to the lady, who glanced at it, briefly and murmured for him to keep the change.
"Strawberry parfaits?" She inquired, settling on the cushioned bench.
"If you like. There will be blueberries as well."
"Strawberries are fine."
Alfred nodded.
"To the auction house, if you are through with your things."
"As you wish."
The faithful butler turned the cart towards the north side of town and the gloomy streets it housed. They traveled in the same companionable silence until the shouts and cheers broke through the air.
Raven stiffened automatically, as if by reflex.
They entered the crowd-packed section of town and Raven touched his elbow, briefly, with one black-gloved hands. "I will return." She said, simply.
Alfred nodded, understanding as the lady moved to the back of the cart and untethered the proud black stallion from the back of the cart. It snorted, tossing its head as she settled easily on its back, maneuvering through the crowds with ease.
He watched her ride away, the crowd parting for her, a slight twinge of unease registering.
Raven rode through the crowd, taking little notice of anything until she found herself a position near the far end of the crowd, in sight of the auction block.
She waited until a young stablehand in the traditional golden gloves came to assist her, with a numbered fan as per her status required. She swung down from the saddleless horse and handed over the reins with a click of her tongue to the black steed.
The boy handed her the numbered fan and accepted the reins, guiding the horse away as Raven burrowed into the crowd. She moved until she was standing just a few yards away from the auction stage and caught hold of an attendant to see a list of present property.
Her expert eyes skimmed through the listings with a fluidity that showed she knew what she was looking for. It lingered briefly on two points and then, with a sigh, she requested to see the merchandise.
The attendant stammered a few excuses and Raven calmly shifted her cloak to show the small whip hooked to her waist.
He led her backstage without further argument.
"Lady Raven!" Marcus called, crossing to greet her with a kiss to the gloved hand. "You charm us with your gracious presence."
"Spare me your flattery, fool." Raven snorted. "I wish to see items 1117 and 342."
"Ah, but those are special-"
"And I am in a bit of a hurry." She smiled, tightly, knowing it was just the expression to frighten the weasely man. "If you would."
"Ah, right this way." He offered a nervous smile and led her down the long maze of chained cages.
Her eyes skittered briefly over the cages occupants, never resting too long in any one spot as she kept pace easily with the auctionmaster.
They stopped at a tall cage marked 342, housing a bandaged, nearly mummified figure. She wrinkled her nose, piercing lavender eyes sweeping up and over the figure. "I'll take it." She said, simply.
"Er, but Lady Raven."
"I shall double the offer printed, if that eases your mind, Marcus. Next."
He could not complain. He led her to the far end of the compound, where the bigger cages were kept locked together. In cage 1117, there were four bedraggled occupants.
Here, Raven stood in silence for a good long minute, taking in all that was before her.
A black-haired boy knelt in the far end of the cage, protectively cradling a little red-haired girl to his chest. He wore a tattered mask over his bruised and battered face, the colorful clothing dulled by dirt, grease and blood. On the other side of the cage, a hulking young man with various metal parts sticking out of his tanned body adopted a similar position over a skinny, gasping green cat, shivering in in the metal man's shadow.
Marcus cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Ah, as you can see, there are four and-"
"Where were they found?"
"Ah, now, I cannot disclose such information and-"
"Was it a raid? I refuse to overpay for less than stellar merchandise, Marcus. You know me."
"Er, the boy with the mask prefers to keep it on and he's rather protective of the rest of them." Marcus gestured towards the other children. "I suppose they are a package deal, he's been holding onto the girl for a bit and that metal freak seems attached to the green beast." He nodded. "They are all gifted, it would seem, save for the masked boy."
"Be there any other buyers?"
"Not for the whole lot." Marcus shrugged. "Maybe separately, but it'll be a pain to get them out of the cages in singles." He scowled. "Cost me a pretty penny to put my hands on 'em."
"Then I'll pay you exactly that and ten percent to take them all." Raven said, evenly. "Alfred is waiting outside. You can take them all there. My payment will be sent in its entirety tomorrow morning after I have had a thorough inspection to be sure of what I am paying for."
"Er, well now, Lady-"
A bag of coin was drawn from beneath the cloak and held before the greedy man's eyes. "This is my down payment, I trust it will be sufficient?"
"I-Indeed." Marcus breathed.
"Have your boys bring my horse around, I will leave as soon as the necessary documents are signed."
"O-of course, right this way, your ladyship."
Raven signed the documents in the auction house and waited outside for her mount to arrive. She saw Alfred appear around the back of the building, waiting for her purchases to arrive.
Her horse arrived and she rode off, heading for the far end of the north wall. There was a faint, dull ache in the back of her head and the pressure lessened as she left the city behind.
It would be several hours until she reached her chosen destination and until then, her mind required peace and darkness.
~*~*~*~Thank you for reading.~*~*~*~*