I have had this little fic idea roaming around in my head. Since my damirae and by jaerae fics are almost done I feel I should get one going. So here's a new damirae to pass the time while we all wait for apokolips war.
However, this will not be updated if I it doesn't seem to have an audience. I love follows and favorites but I would also like some reviews. So please review plz.
A damirae. Rated M for violence and drama. I am not sure if there will be smut as of yet.
Chapter 1
Jump City 2010
"It's like you don't even want to be a part of this team anymore." He said seriously. "I never expected you to let a teammate fall into that kind of danger. I...I'm just disappointed with you Raven."
The words kept replaying in her mind, giving her a headache.
She never would have thought he would be the one to tell her those words.
Anyone else on the team maybe, but never him.
So when he was the one to say those words.
Well...
She had seen it coming, she had to admit. Ever since she had arrived, Raven had felt like she was becoming more distant.
The she in question went by Silver Cross. She was a martial artist and highly skilled with a sword that was shaped like a cross. She seemed like a nice girl, she had certainly won over the rest of the team in a heartbeat.
But she was very religious, a zealous person who saw Raven as the demon spawn of hell.
Raven guessed that she wasn't really all that wrong. She was a demon spawn but she tried her best not to let that affect her team. She tried her best to be good.
It wasn't enough for Silver Cross.
She wasn't out right cruel or mean, so no one ever really felt the animosity she had against her. Except her that is. Being an empath made her fully aware that the seemingly sweet girl hated her.
Raven tried to ignore it. She tried her best and she hoped that the new girl would ignore her as well. And for a few months everything was okay. Time went on, things were normal. Things were good.
Then little things , little bad things started to happen. Somehow these minuscule things seemed to lead to Raven. Things like 'Raven probably wouldn't like this so they didn't do it', or 'it would upset Raven' so they avoided it.
But no one ever really asked her, they just assumed. It started to lead to a bitterness in some of her teammates, it led to a distancing from the others.
But overall it led to Raven becoming more and more alone.
Soon she was unable to focus and unable to meditate and that affected them on the battlefield. So much so that it finally led to Silver getting slightly injured.
And Raven didn't help on time. She was the closest and she didn't help on time.
So now she was in her room all alone as the rest of her team went out on a team outing.
She had heard them too.
"Raven's in one of those moods," Gar said bitterly. "Lets just let her mope. We want to have fun. Her attitude won't let us do that. "
"I agree," Starfire added. "She will be the downer. It is best we just let her be."
So they left her alone.
It made her feel more alone than she ever thought she could be. It made bad thoughts circulate in her mind, so she decided to clear her head by getting some fresh air. Meditating on the roof always seemed to help her.
It would be a good way to relax.
Or at least it should have been.
...
...
She held the wound tightly with her hand. It was bleeding profusely, her hands being colored crimson. And No matter what she tried, the blood still flowed freely.
Why couldn't she heal it?
This wasn't supposed to be happening.
"What hurts more?" The unknown man asked. "The hole in your pretty little stomach or the fact that you will be dying alone?"
She glared at the manNo one should have been able to access the tower roof without an alarm going off. But he somehow managed.
She had been on the roof for hardly an hour before she felt the sudden burst of pain in her abdomen and the world had gone dark,
She woke up and found herself in a hole.
A grave.
"How?" She tried saying. However, to her dismay the pain was unbearable. She could hardly form the words.
"Demon hunters gun," he said as he began to shovel dirt over her. "I am a demon hunter after all."
She tried to get up but the pain didn't allow her.
"You've been out for almost 6 hours ,by the way," he said in a mocking tone. "And none of them have thought to look for you. So I ask again, what hurts more...?"
Raven looked up at the stranger who had shot her. He knew the answer.
"You deserve this, demon spawn," he said as he continued shoveling. "As you die, Nightwing and Starfire are probably fucking,giving no care to the world expect for their own carnal pleasure. Cyborg is working on his car, that thing he treats better than you these days.. Silver and Beastboy are happily watching a movie, they've gotten quite close. And then there is you...you are here. Here alone in your forever resting one will ever find your body."
Raven wanted to scream and cry. She wanted to fight.
But she couldn't.
"It's a bit of a shame," the man continued on. "You are gorgeous, beautiful truly. If you hadn't been born from the devil's balls himself, I might have fucked you first. Honestly I might have Kept you as a pretty little pet. How disappointing."
The pain began to numb as the dirt began to suffocate her.
This wasn't how it was supposed to end. But maybe he was right. Maybe she did deserve it.
...
...
After a long night of lovemaking, Dick was ready to start the day.
He walked the long hallway that led to the kitchen. Along the way he passed by Ravens room. A sudden feeling of unexplainable emptiness rushed through him.
He shuddered but ignored it. He was still mad at her.
When he was in the kitchen he headed straight for the coffee pot. It was next to Ravens unused kettle. Raven was usually an early riser and this would be the time she would be getting her morning herbal. It was a routine. He'd get his coffee and they'd have their usual conversation. The conversations had become shorter and more curt lately but they were there nonetheless. Today however the kettle hadn't been used and a sudden feeling of guilt rushed through him.
Overwhelming guilt,really.
He couldn't believe that he let his team convince him that she wouldn't want to go out for the night.
She hadn't missed on a team outing since Trigon and she had been happier, she interacted more.
But ever since Emily had joined, Raven had been closed off. He couldn't understand why either. Emily was a nice girl and Raven was cold to her. But then again, Emily was a bit zealous. She had said some things that may not have seemed offensive to the average person but to Raven...
Dick sighed and headed towards her room.
"Hey Raven," he said knocking. "Can we talk?"
There was no answer and for some reason that made him worry.
He pushed on the door and it opened easily. It was empty.
The emptiness felt...it felt wrong.
"Raven," he called out.
He pulled out his communicator in hopes of tracking her down.
The roof?
He frowned. It was like 35 degrees and pouring rain today.
He went up to the roof, umbrella and a hot tea on hand. He just needed to make sure she was okay at this point.
More guilt was starting to set in.
What he had said to her, well he couldn't get the look on her face out of his head.
"Raven," he said, opening the hatch that led to the roof. "Please come in, I made you some tea."
Once out he saw that the roof was also empty, he felt a bit panicky.
Tea and umbrella forgotten on the floor, he ran around the roof to look for any signs.
He found some and for a long time to come, he wished he hadn't.
FOr a long time to come, he wished things could have been so different.
He found no sign of his friend, his teammate. She was gone but on the roof was her cloak, her communicator, her shoes.
And blood.
Try as he might, no matter how hard he searched, he never did find her.
It would haunt him deep in his soul for many years to come.
The haunting look of Her sad eyes.
How her lip had actually trembled.
That face of utter sadness being the last thing he remembered her by.
...
...
Jump city 2020
"Robin," Superboy said with a nervous tone. "I really think we should call my dad, your dad, the league, the Titans. Anyone. This is magic we're dealing with and you know I don't do great with magic."
Damian Wayne, aka Robin, rolled his eyes.
The young hero knew what he was doing.
"I've dealt with magic plenty of times," the eighteen year old young man said to his teammate. "I'll be fine."
Superboy frowned. He wasn't convinced.
"Neither you or me can break through this...shield," he told Robin. "How do you intend getting in there without help from another magical?"
Robin gave his infamous (and annoying) smirk. THe 'you dare underestimate me' smirk and Superboy knew they were in trouble.
He pulled out a small dagger. Unassuming. Sharp and shiny but nothing special.
"Its Nth metal," he said, twirling it in his fingers. "I found it on our trip to Egypt."
At that point Superboy was face palming.
"Watch my back," Robin said as he stabbed the magical force field covering the building.
It had sprouted out of nowhere this morning, causing a huge ruckus. Luckily it was an old abandoned warehouse that people used for raves. It was empty as far as they knew.
THe whole building and a few extra feet had been encased in a giant bubble that was obviously made of some form of magic.
Dark magic.
Jon, aka Superboy, had wanted to at least contact the Titans like Nightwing and Starfire. Hell he would have contacted Red Robin or Batman but Damian had quickly suited up and was on his way to investigate.
It had been impenetrable to any of Superboy powers and he thought that it would be the end of it and they would ask for help but no...RObin just had to have a secret weapon.
Suddenly the shield had a tear in it and RObin was rushing through.
"RObiN!" Superboy yelled trying to catch up but with no luck. "Goddamit you fucking dick!"
Superboy punched the forcefield that had quickly reformed, keeping him out.
The dagger to his right on the floor.
"You are an idiot!" He said pounding at the field.
Well...he had no choice now but to get some help.
...
So it seemed as if the magical force was more like a magical bubble. Everything inside was normal, dark but normal.
So now he just had to find the epicenter and find the culprit responsible. He was sure he could take them down quite easily.
He was Damian Wayne after all.
The sudden appearance of the giant bubble had been quiet. Calm almost. That led him to believe it was something fairly malevolent causing the sudden burst of energy. Even going through the magic, he didn't sense anything bad about it.
If he was being honest, it was quite the opposite. He sensed fear.
The building was almost like a maze. It had once been a normal office cubicle that had been shut down after only about 3 years. The building was never bought again and then it became a hot spot for the youth to raves and other events. The teens and young adults that inhabited had turned the place into what it was today.
Hard to navigate.
Damian hoped to find the cause of the bubble soon, especially before Jon went and got help (which he knew was immediately following his adventure into the bubble).
And there it was. Some evidence.
It was a hole on the floor. Dirt and concrete scattered everywhere. It was honestly as if something had dug its way out of the ground. He followed the path of dirt for a few yards. He followed the path to...to her.
She was sitting with her legs to her chest. Fully nude and shaking her head like she was hearing or seeing things. Her long hair cascading down her body, skin as pale as snow. Small in stature. Young, maybe his age.
And most definitely the cause of the bubble.
It was about 40 degrees out so she must have been cold. As he thought of that he saw her tremble.
She looked pathetic.
She looked like she needed his help and against his better judgement of not approaching naked witches causing slight mayhem, he decided he would approach her. So he did.
She didn't stir, she didn't flinch. It was as if she didn't sense him. But he knew she did. As unexplainable as it was, he knew she was looking at him. Even if her eyes were completely white, as if energy was being emitted from them.
Unclamping his cape, he draped it over her trembling frame and he crouched down.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Most people thought of Damian as being cold and uncaring. Incapable of empathy or sympathy. But the select few knew that it was not the case.
Damian Wayne knew how to handle situations. He would forever be slightly emotionally stunted when it came to his own feelings, but he was the son of Batman.
He knew how to handle dire situations. He knew how to help people.
The girl shook her head and looked down at the ground.
"Can you tell me your name?" He asked.
He already knew who she was but he needed to know if she knew.
She shook her head again.
"Can you tell me what happened?" He continued.
"No," she said, her voice cracking due to non-use.
"Can you take down this bubble?" He asked her. "We need to get you somewhere safe and warm. You are as cold as ice."
"I've tried," she whispered. "Can't."
He placed a gentle and reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"I think I know a way to get this bubble taken down," he told her. "You just need to repeat after me. Can you do that?"
She trembled again but nodded.
Damian was glad that he had done research on all of the people on the Titans database. Jon had told him it was overkill but today it was coming in handy.
"Say 'Azarath'."
"Azarath," she said.
"Metrion," he continued.
"Zinthos," she finished for him.
Some memory, that was a good sign.
"Yes," he said to her. "Now put it all together and focus on pulling back your magic."
She nodded.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos," she said.
Suddenly the magic around them had vanished and her completely white eyes now had purple iris.
She looked into his own masked eyes for a small second before they fluttered closed and she was unconscious.
He caught her in his arms and gently picked her up. His cape wrapped around her.
He began walking them towards the exit.
As he made his way outside, Damian couldn't help but wonder how much his life was about to change. He knew it would be significant.
After all, finding a long time missing, thought to be dead ( most definitely had been dead) Titan in an abandoned building. He knew for sure that his life was most definitely going to completely change. And as he held the girl in his arms, he hoped the change wouldn't be a disaster.
End Chapter
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