Have two more chapters and we're done with part one! We can do it!

PS. It's gonna get hot in here. And cold. You have been warned.

Chapter 6: Sneaking

170 Years ago

Elsa, queen of Arendelle, moved through the halls of her castle the way she always had. Dutifully and elegantly, shoulders back, hands clasped together, and chest out. The evening feast was just finishing in the main dining hall and she had decided to retire for the evening, her self-designated guardian, the Dragon Knight Drake Daniels, following a few steps behind her. With the war drawing ever nearer to her kingdom, the captains of her armies, servants, and sister felt it necessary for her to have around the clock protection, something Drake was more than happy to offer for her. Even though the "Snow Queen" was more than capable of taking care of herself, she didn't mind the company. Especially his.

Once they had come to the doorway of her bed chambers, she dismissed the men that had been stationed there, both of whom shared uneasy glances.

"I apologize your majesty, but we are under orders never to leave your doorway," one of them said.

She waved him off with a smile. "You've been here all day, please go to the dining hall. There is still plenty of food, and ale. Unless of course you want to remain here, starve and potentially deal with whatever monstrosities may come bumping in the night?" Both men visibly gulped. They had been trained in basic defensive skills when it came to guarding the kingdom from Hell-born creatures, but that didn't mean they wanted to face one down. And if the warrior of the Dragon people of Kuarlong wished to, that was his prerogative. With growling stomachs, both men saluted and excused themselves.

Elsa stood with her back to her door to face Drake, but out of the corner of her eyes watched her men leave. But for added measure, made sure her voice was nice and loud as she spoke. "Your duties have been explained to you, I assume?"

Drake nodded, "I remain at your doorway should you require assistance or an attack in the night."

"Good… very… goo…" She was too busy watching her guards disappear down the halls to form a decent sentence, but finally, they had rounded a corner and were out of sight. "They're gone. Anyone else around?"

Drake strained his powerful ears and shook his head. "Nope. Nothing."

"Good."

With amazing reflexes he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air and pinning her against the wall. She in turn wrapped her arms around his neck allowing her fingers to tangle into his dark brown hair and pulled him in close for a fierce and long overdue kiss that only broke when they both needed oxygen.

"Dear god, this sneaking around is getting old!" he breathed.

She giggled, arms still around his neck. "You can't tell me you're not a little bit excited by it? Mister Danger?"

He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Come on, I can handle anything –"

"– except being caught alone with your girlfriend?" She giggled again, a sound he could listen to all day long.

"I don't think queens are allowed to have boyfriends. Aren't they suitors?"

She rolled her eyes as her cold fingers messed with a few locks of his hair. "Fine. You're my 'secret suitor'." They kissed again, the combination of her ice powers and his heat based dragon powers creating a light mist around them. They separated again, Elsa sticking out her bottom lip slightly. "Why do you have to leave tomorrow?" Her tone was a borderline whine, and coming from someone who carried herself with such class, he couldn't help but find it adorable.

"I'm just overseeing a few of my brothers and sisters on the battlefield. When it's all over, I'll be back."

She wasn't entirely happy with his answer, or with the fact that he was leaving, but she understood what it meant to have a duty to their people. Their lips entangled again, once they were again sure that they were alone. Elsa wasn't ashamed of her relationship with him, not by a long shot, but as Queen there was a standard she had to uphold, and unfortunately a relationship with a dragon knight just didn't fit. So they opted for sneaking around and stealing whatever time together they could. But now that he was leaving she wondered when she'd see him again, despite his promises that he'd be "back soon".

What seemed like an eternity of holding and kissing each other, they parted again, Drake being the first to find his voice. "I should… probably leave you, then. We both need rest for tomorrow."

She bit her lip, this time her fingers playing with themselves nervously with her arms not even close to releasing him. He could hear her heart hammering in her chest, see the beads of sweat on her forehead freeze into little ice droplets and her cheeks color. What was she so nervous about? "We could. Or you could… You know maybe … stay… here. With … me."

They stumbled into her bed chambers with lips interwoven, and slammed the door behind them. Before they continued however she went to her doors, locking them, then as an added measure coated them with a wall of ice. He took this opportunity to sneak up from behind her, hands gingerly holding her sides as his lips brushed against the exposed flesh of her neck, shoulders and collarbone. With her ice blue eyes rolled into the back of her skull, she threw her head back, welcoming the incredible warmth his touch offered, not a painful heat, but a gentle and soothing flame that slid along her milky skin. His hands moved along her body, helping to remove her dress piece by piece until she stood in nothing but her sky blue colored underthings. Once exposed, she turned to face him and returned the favor, relieving his body of its clothes, belts and various weapons.

With his body free of fabric she dragged her nails against his roughened and scarred skin, leaving streaks of ice in their wake as their lips continued their assault on one another. His hands continued to explore her slim frame, allowing gentle bursts of heat to combust against her skin producing short gasps of pleasure. If he was going to burn her, he would do so slightly, marking her as to show that she belonged to him, but he was gentle. Ever so gentle.

They took their fire and icy passion to her bed where he began to kiss and nip at the most sensitive areas of her flesh, causing her breathing and moans to grow quicker and louder, exciting him as if this was an exhilarating hunt. His teeth sharpened adding to the animalistic desire clawing inside of him, pushing to make this woman his own. Dragons were loyal, gentle, and devoted beasts, not monsters, so everything he did, from marking, biting, and even burning was out of love. And he loved her. With everything he had he loved her.

The nails of her hands dug into his back, clawing, and creating sheets of ice along its contours the combination of their powers creating a light fog in her bed chambers and giving their bodies a moist, shimmering appearance. Rough, calloused hands caressed velvety skin, leaving a trail of melted condensation that mixed with sweat and froze again in a fragile shell that cracked quickly as the muscles beneath trembled in ecstasy. Slender, pale fingers traced over corrugated scars, gracing them with tiny, delicate snowflakes that sagged and fizzled away almost instantly.

Two small tears froze in the corners of her eyes and she whimpered, feeling his fire invade her. Her nails scoured his shoulders and hips, needing to feel more of this exquisitely agonizing flame consume her from within. She rocked against him, hanging on desperately with legs, arms and lips, her eyes squeezed shut and her nostrils flaring as the air hissed needily through them, her mouth unable to pry itself away from his.

He growled into her lips, meeting her heaves with rough, starving thrusts of his own, his mind ablaze with the sensation of her frigid silkiness around him. He broke their kiss and nipped her neck with serrated teeth, making her draw in a sharp breath and bend her head back, exposing her throat to him. His teeth sank into it both greedily and tenderly as his tongue, now slightly forked and sandpaper-like lapped at her skin. He felt her convulse and snarled in response, picking up his pace.

The fire of his breath scorched her skin; the ice of her lips seared his flesh. Their backs arched, their bodies contorted, their legs entwined, their arms grasped. Closer. Harder. Hotter. Colder. Gasps and moans, hisses and cries, groans and whimpers rose from them like the roiling mist that enveloped them as the frozen fire of their desire burned ever so brighter.

Minds dazzled and muscles spasming with ever-growing hunger, they moved in a quickening rhythm. Hips collided with hips with a hiss of sizzling ice. Lips mashed lips, seething with the delicious torment they couldn't get enough of. Tongues swirled around each other, entwined in a feverish frenzy, seeking to feel and touch and devour every freezing sliver and every fiery spark.

But neither of them felt cold or hot. Not now. Not when a blizzard ripped through her chambers as they had climaxed whispering each other's name over and over again until it was a scream, until the maelstrom slowly faded to a gentle snowfall among the two lovers lying peacefully beside each other.

Deep in the shadows of his mind came a low rhythmic humming of contentment. Drake may have been unaware, but the dragon knew full well what they had just accomplished together.

Present day

It was tricky, but M'gann was able to show Cassandra Kaldur'ahm's location in the mountain just passed the tomb where Draco kept the frozen girl, and also the location of any potential enemies. One of which was in the tomb. The plan was simple. Drake would distract him while she slipped past to help her teammate.

As for the others.

J'onn didn't want M'gann fighting just yet, and Artemis wasn't able to fight leaving Tim, Conner, and Blue Beetle to come to their rescue. Although traveling across the ocean was a chore in and of itself. Blue Beetle took to the air, Connor dangling as he held him by his hand. As for Tim. While still on the mainland, Conner through the Boy wonder as hard as he could toward the island and once he was a decent distance away, grabbed the sides of his cape to turn it into a makeshift glider that took him the rest of the way to the island. His teammates flying above him to make sure he made it there safely.

They landed in a small forest that surrounded the mountain and began to prepare themselves. "Jaime, are you able to locate the entrance to the mountain?" Tim asked.

"Give us a sec." With the help of the alien scarab, he began using infrared vision to give him the lay if the land, and the mountain. "I've got a LOT of heat signatures coming from the mountain."

"Judging by what Cassandra said about dragons, it's no surprise." There were silent agreements amongst the three, however Conner kept his ears trained on the surrounding area, making sure no one-

"Guys we've got company." He suddenly shouted.

Through the bushes, stepped a young man, shaggy strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes dressed in a red button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and jeans. His smile, though showing off a row of pearly whites, was excited and hungry.

"I was hoping to teach that bitch a lesson, but I guess I'll deal with you first."

Tim extended his bow staff and took aim. "Where's Cassandra?"

He folded his arms as he motioned to the mountain behind him. "In there. Just get passed me and you'll see her again."

Conner snickered cracking his knuckles. "That a joke?"

He grinned. "Nope. Not even close." He moved a curly lock of his hair behind his ear revealing a dark ocean blue jewel dragon in the piercing in the lobe of his ear that had wrapped itself around his entire ear. A jewel that began glowing a dark prussian blue before consuming him completely. The three heroes backed away, shielding their eyes until the light faded.

"Now this is what I'm talking about."

Peeking through their shielding they saw that the kid had vanished and in his place stood a seven foot tall, dark blue scaled dragon. It's long diamond shaped head swiveled side to side on its neck looking over the three boys with the same blue eyes as it's human counterpart. They noticed it's tail, tipped with a whale fluke, was swinging about as if feeling the appendage for the first time. The same could be said for the flapping of its wings. Large pointed spines stretched along its back, raising up to reveal a cerise colored sail-like membrane giving the beast a truly menacing appearance.

Hot steam billowed from its jaws. "So who's ready to dance?" It growled. A battle cry bellowed, reverberating off the trees as Superboy shot towards the dragon without a second's thought, throwing his fists into its heavily armored abdomen knocking him back into the lush forest.

Blue beetle shifted his arm into a cannon. "We got this. Go get Cass." Tim nodded and the two separated, Beetle to join Conner in battle and Tim to find Cass.

Tim took off sprinting for the mountain, not liking the idea of leaving his teammates behind, but he had to find Cassandra. He had to bring her back alive. He couldn't lose another friend. He tore through the bushes that would lead him to the base of the mountain, only to stop in front of a figure dressed in black with a scarf covering the lower half of his face.

His eyes lit up with amusement. "You look familiar?" His silver colored eyes scanned the Boy Wonder before lighting up again, this time with recognition. "Your with the Titans aren't you?"

Tim aimed the tip of his bow staff. "No. Now move."

He shrugged, not registering Tim's order. "To bad. I was about to ask how Sweet Raven was doing. Have you met her before? Pretty, yet gullible little thing. Your friend reminds me of her actually."

Tim growled, lunging at him with his staff directed at his head. His opponent moved away with ease, but to add insult to injury, held his hands behind his back as he moved. "Sorry my friend. You'll have to do better-ugh!"

Tim got him in the gut with the end of his staff, before roundhouse kicking him in the side of the head. Tim stood over him with his boot pinning him down. "You talk too much." But the battle was far from over.

This was a dream. It had to be. Soon he'd wake up and be . . . somewhere. Where would he be? Titans Tower? A motel somewhere? Hs room? His home?

What was happening?

He stood up, backing away from the girl as if she was a snake about to strike, yet she remained sleeping soundly as if nothing was amiss. He tore his eyes away from her and planted them onto his uncle whose gaze was fixed on the floor in, what appeared to be, shame.

"You . . . you son of a bitch." Drake could feel fire burning inside of him in the form of red hot rage. "You son of a BITCH!"

Draco faced his nephew. "I'm sorry-"

"-your SORRY! You kept this-kept HER from me. WHO IS SHE!?" Really Drake was swimming with questions that demanded answers, but that was the first one that escaped his throat. Draco fell silent, giving Drake time to think of more questions. One that made his blood boil over. "You were going to kill her weren't you? Kill her and blame Cassandra?"

"I have no choice!" Draco shouted. "You are one of the most powerful beings-"

"-CUT THE SHIT! You stand there and tell me about you and Drakull, and your visions and master plan, and all that other horse shit, but really your choosing power over your own FAMILY! Always have, always will."

Draco, for the smallest of moments, appeared hurt by the impact of Drake's words, before his aged face twisted into a snarl. "I choose power? Over family?" He grabbed for the golden rod he kept, his own jeweled conduit with his dragon spirit and turned it into a staff. "What about what my brothers choose!?" A blast of ice shot from his staff towards his nephew. Drake dove, out of the way of the attack. "I was their brother! I was their family!" Another blast of ice, this time hitting Drake in his leg as he attempted to avoid it. "And they chose their reputation over me!"

Drake slammed the bottom of the staff into the ground hoping to freeze Drake while he was down. Drake pushed himself up, spun, and slammed the ice the covered his leg into the wall to break it apart. "You were building an army against the human world!"

"To protect us!" Forgoing his plan to freeze Drake in place, he then began to use his staff to beat Drake into submission. The young warrior blocked each strike with his arms, but grimaced as each blow began cracking and splintering his bones. "Whatever I did! I did to protect my family! My brothers! My niece and nephews!" He hit Drake across the side of his face, then pinned him to the wall with his staff under his throat. "To protect you. The children I never had."

Drake fought against the staff being pressed against his windpipe, but even as he struggled he could hear a glimmer of sincerity in his uncles words. He genuinely believed in what he was saying and what he had done. "But what about Drakull?" He struggled, "Was the murder of the innocent part of your plan?"

"She shared my vision for a better world. Her and her son. Do I agree with their methods? Maybe not, but it wouldn't have been long before the human world came for us asking for our heads because of how 'unnatural' we were." He glanced at the still form of the girl on the other side of the cave. "Yes I hid her from you, but only for your own good. And like you she has incredible power. We can wake her, and the power inside of you, and retake what was once ours. As a family."

Drake pushed against the staff, but his injured arms did little against it. "We may be blood, but were not family!"

Draco heard, and felt a crack when Drake threw his knee into his ribs, but the blow did nothing to loosen Draco's grip, not until a whistling noise caught their attention followed by an explosion. Draco stumbled back. Something had hit him dead on, exploding on impact.

Drake collapsed onto the ground, coughing and hacking as an attempt to get air back into his lungs, when he felt hands clasp onto his shoulders. "Okay?" Cassandra asked. Now that she was back in her batsuit she was able to come to his aide with the helps of her batarangs. Through the burning tears he saw the girl in question looking him over, while her teammate, he assumed was Kaldur'ahm, limped over to the supine girl.

"What's he doing?" He choked.

Cassandra helped him to his feet. "Needs water." Glancing back, Kaldur'ahm was absorbing the melted water from around the girl, taking the precious liquid into himself.

Once Drake was sure that she wasn't in danger, he pulled himself from Cassandra's arm, and stared his uncle down. With a battle cry and the dagger, given to him by his father drawn, he charged, clashing his blade against Draco's staff as he blocked his attacks.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Drake snarled over and over again as he slashed again and again at Draco. Sparks flew as metal clashed, blinding the two knights, but Drake continued stabbing and slashing in a flurry of maddening strikes, each aimed for Draco's heart. The elder knight blocked and dodged with amazing reflexes that caught Drake off guard, but he quickly adapted. All of his pent up frustrations over the past six months, from irritating students, a frustrating uncle, to being without Kole was being unleashed in this one moment.

Drake swung his leg underneath Draco's, taking his legs out from under him and sending him to the ground. Drake pinned him with his knee and with the dagger, plunged it into his shoulder, effectively keeping Draco from counter attacking. He howled in pain, considering the dagger was made with angel blood its power now worked to weaken him.

"Well what's stopping you?" Draco groaned, "go ahead. Finish me."

Drake twisted the knife, gritted his teeth, and prepared to remove the blade and put it into Draco's heart.

"NO!" As if reading his mind, more accurately his body language, Cassandra was by his side.

"This doesn't concern you!" He growled, but she didn't budge.

"No. Killing." She stated simply.

With hatred glowing in his eyes, he faced her. "I already told you. It doesn't bother me killing those that deserve it."

He was taken aback. The expression shone on her face wasn't hard or upset, but rather sympathetic as if knowing the confliction he face. She approached him slowly before pointing to her chest. To the symbol of the Batman. "This symbol. Means no killing." Then she pointed to his necklace. The one Kole had made for him

when he selfishly destroyed his own. "This. Symbol. Don't have to be. A killer. For her."

His grip tightened, his anger reaching its maximum point. Her jerked the blade from his uncles flesh and slammed it onto the ground with a metallic clatter. Then, like a child, screamed as loud as he was able. Loud enough to shake the cave walls, and loud enough to echo across the island.

"Dude where's Draco?"

"Don't we have class now?"

"I hope we get to fight again."

"Where is everyone?"

The students gathered in the center of the mountainone for their afternoon lessons, however they seemed to be without an instructor for the moment.

"This mean class is cancelled?"

CRASH!

A growingly impatient Robin, blasted Malchior with his exploding birdarangs, sending him crashing into the cavern. A dazed, but angered Malchior struggled to his feet, glaring daggers at the Boy Wonder as his fingers traced the burn marks on his body and coat.

"I like this coat." He growled.

Robin entered the cavern, his right arm holding his left since it appeared to be broken, or at least fractured. "I told you to get out of my way."

They stared each other down as whispers rippled through the young men.

"Is that Robin?"

"I think it is."

"Dude it's Robin!"

"Is Batman here?"

Malchior ignored them instead reaching into his coat and revealed a small, violet, leather bound book that was glowing an emerald green from a jewel on the cover. "Enough of this."

He paused when a whistling noise got his attention, then an explosion of goop formed around the hand that held the book.

Batgirl swooped through the air and landed beside Robin, Aqualad soon following. "Why. Late?" She asked.

Robin smirked, "Just catching up on my tan."

The whispers continued.

"That was Batgirl?!"

"Shit that was friggen Batgirl."

"No wonder she kicked ass."

Malchior began to back away, but stopped before staring in amazement at the hole their battle had created. Superboy, dragging an unconscious now human Trip, stepped into the cavern, Blue Beetle right behind him.

"Next time you wanna sick your pet on us," Conner tossed the boy at Malchor's feet. "Make sure he knows what he's doing."

Malchior continued snarling taking not that he was now vastly outnumbered.

"Sorry Malchior," the dark Dragon in question exhaled with exhaustion and frustration. Bloody and holding a wound on his shoulder, Draco stepped up beside him while his nephew stood with the young heroes. "It's over."

A/N:

big thanks to Golem who helped me reconsider the rating of this story. Read review and see ya next time. Oh I