Don't know Teen Titans.
Raven stood in the doorway of the living room, watching her friends enjoy each other's company. She cleared her throat, and the Titans turned to face her. "I'll be back later. I have my communicator if something comes up." Robin turned away almost immediately. Starfire's eyes were wide as she gazed at Raven with concern.
"And you call us if you should need our assistance, Raven," the young alien girl called out, her voice quavering with worry.
Cyborg and Beast Boy glanced at each other and shook their heads after watching Raven leave. Robin avoided everyone's gaze, stood up quickly, and left the room.
Raven sat in the garden, surrounded by statues that seemed to glow with the moon's ghostly light. A shadow fell across her and she looked up suddenly, causing her hood to slip from her head. Just a cloud, lazily crossing the path of the moon. 10:55...
Cloaked in shadow, Slade watched her from the far corner of the garden. She had come, and early. He wondered how well she would obey once he'd properly broken her in. This was almost too easy.
"I know you're watching, Slade. I can feel you." Raven didn't turn her gaze away from the moon as she spoke. Silhouetted against the silver moon, she sat nearly as still as the statues that surrounded her.
Slade stepped out from the shadows and approached her. "Get up, we're leaving." His voice was firm, his eye unblinking as he stared down at her.
Raven narrowed her eyes. "We're leaving?"
"Would you like me to drag you by your ankles, Ms. Roth? That can be arranged." He narrowed his eye in return.
"Where are we going?" She slowly rose to her feet, not breaking eye contact with him. She knew better than to trust him.
"You're going to take us to the abandoned warehouse on the east side of town. The roof." Slade folded his arms over his chest.
Raven gaped at him as if he'd asked her to conjure a demon. "I'm doing what, exactly?"
"You're going to phase us from here to there. You really do have a hard time listening." He stood over her, arms crossed, unmoving.
She glared up at him defiantly, clearly meaning to resist his order. In the pale moonlight, Slade noticed her cheeks already turning pink in anger.
"I'm waiting, Ms. Roth." Raven could hear the smug half-smile that was almost certainly crossing whatever face he hid behind his mask.
Raven sighed, stepped close to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She closed her eyes to block out the sight of him. She didn't want this etched in her mind, but her other senses quickly took over for her. She felt how solid he was, how warm. Interesting, she had always imagined he would be cold, lifeless. The air around them was perfectly still, and she could smell him. She had to will herself not to shiver. Raven lived with teenage boys who generally smelled like candy and hair gel—or worse. Slade smelled… different. Dark, musky, and strangely inviting.
He looked down at her and noticed the color on her cheeks. She was clearly uncomfortable, as he had known she would be. He waited for a long, awkward moment to pass before speaking. "Enjoying yourself, Raven?" Her face turned a deeper shade of red, bringing a satisfied smirk to Slade's face.
Raven glared straight ahead, her eyes screwed shut. Neither she nor Slade felt the ethereal raven wrap its black wings around them. It collapsed in on itself, and they were gone.
They reappeared ten feet above the warehouse roof. The raven vanished, and Raven was relieved to immediately unwrap her arms from Slade's waist. He dropped unceremoniously to the roof and landed with a thud as Raven slowly lowered herself to the ground.
"Is that any way to treat your teacher?" He climbed to his feet and brushed past her, walking towards a hatch in the floor. He propped the door open and stood beside it, waiting.
Raven shrugged at him and strode by, walking down the stairs into the warehouse. It was largely empty, save for a desk and a few stray boxes. Several support beams lay scattered across the room. She glanced around, quickly taking note of any exits. Aside from where she came in, she spotted a set of stairs set back near a wall. The room was totally devoid of windows. I can phase if I need to, she thought to herself, then rolled her eyes with a sigh. Slade could hear her thoughts, and he was surely listening.
Slade walked up behind her, his stance slightly more relaxed than it had been on the roof. "Are you ready for your first lesson, Ms. Roth?"
Raven exhaled heavily, pointedly looking away.
He leaned in closely, his voice dangerously close to her ear as he spoke to her. "You have to accept that it's part of you, Raven. Acknowledge it."
She tilted her head down and closed her eyes, shaking her head almost imperceptibly. "I can't. That's not who I am."
He continued, his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her skin when he spoke. "There is a difference between who you are and what you are. Once you accept what you are, you're one step closer to controlling it. Feel its power, draw from it."
She closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath. She could feel it, buried away but calling out to her. It called for power and release, to rule and destroy.
"No!" Raven gasped. She jerked herself back to her senses, her eyes flying open. She whirled around to face Slade and began to chant, "Azarath Metr-"
Slade tackled her to the ground, ending her chant in an abrupt grunt, and covered her mouth with his hand. "If you want to play rough, we'll play, Ms. Roth. You will not like the way this ends." Raven struggled against him like an animal caught in a trap. She tried desperately to summon enough energy to blast him away, but her heart pounded in her ears, shattering her focus.
Slade lowered his face to hers, his voice calm and deadly. "Tap into it to get past me, or I'll destroy you. Consequences or not. And when I'm done with you, your friends will be next."
Something inside Raven snapped. Her eyes narrowed, her body went perfectly still, her heart slowed. She suddenly knew that it was time for her to put Slade in his place, to show him that he had no power over her. She sent a blast of energy from her entire body that sent Slade flying backwards. His body crashed against one of the support posts.
She lashed several whips of crimson energy at him. They coiled around his neck and wrists, pulling him up off the floor and binding his wrists behind his back. Raven's face was a mask of eerie, murderous calm. She even moved differently—her movements were fluid and imposing as she attacked without feeling. As she bore down on him, Slade thought for a moment he may have pushed too far.
He had to admit, as he watched her approach, she was an impressive sight. The power emanating from her was tangible, but raw and untamed. He could break free at any moment. For the moment, he chose to enjoy what he had done. "Go ahead, Raven. Take what you want." It was a challenge, not a request.
Raven gazed at him, her eyes filled with anger that flickered like tongues of flame. The bonds around his wrists tightened. Her voice was thick and husky when she spoke. "As you wish."
She reached up and pulled the mask from his face. It fell to the floor with a loud "CLANG!" that echoed throughout the warehouse. His hair was white and wavy, mussed from being under the mask. His right eye hid beneath a simple, unadorned black patch, and a web of scars lined the right side of his face. He wore a white goatee that went just past his chin. He had a well-defined neck that bore its own random network of scars. He was well beyond her years, but somehow ageless. Raven gazed at him triumphantly, but only for a moment. She realized what she had done and who was standing before her. The subtle hand that had been guiding her motions disappeared like a whisper, leaving her confused and disoriented.
Slade took advantage of her distraction and easily broke free from his crimson bonds. He rushed forward and slammed into Raven, catching her completely off guard. His body collided with hers and he kept charging forward, picking her up in his momentum. He crushed her body against the wall and kept her pinned up against him. She panted and writhed, struggling to get out from underneath him. Such a lovely sight, he thought to himself.
"Azarath, Metrion—" Slade pressed his lips against hers, cutting her off. The world spun around Raven wildly. She closed her eyes, but she still felt his weight, his warmth. She could still smell him. She returned the kiss.
He was slightly taken aback when he felt her return the kiss. He had expected a struggle, yet she met him with a light, almost timid, kiss. He attempted to deepen the kiss, but she wouldn't part her lips. He growled against her lips and tightened his grasp on her. She quickly gave in and let his tongue seek out hers. Her body relaxed against his.
Raven's eyes shot open, the realization of what she was doing setting in in an instant. A huge, twisted knot of panic formed in her chest. She broke the kiss and sent a wave of energy at Slade strong enough to send him flying all the way across the warehouse and crashing into the opposite wall. She advanced on him, sending another barrage of black energy towards him.
He dodged the next assault and lobbed a smoke bomb in her direction. Raven was blinded. She spun around, every muscle in her body tense, determined not to be surprised. She heard him chuckle. After what seemed like an eternity, the smoke began to clear. Slade was nowhere to be found.
Raven glanced around the warehouse skeptically, certain that he was somewhere close. Something cold and hard hit the base of her neck. The floor rose up to greet her, and the world went black.