Raven was in her room in the Titan Tower sleeping peacefully. The full moon's light being the only illumination in her bedroom. Suddenly her breathing became shallow. She pushed her comforter off of her body as she struggled with some kind of phantom. Her black one-piece sleepwear riding up her legs due to her movements.

She clenched her sheets in fear, "Damian…" She mutters breathlessly, sweat starting to form on her face, but her entire body ashen. She calls out for Damian again.

"No…" She struggled, tears forming and falling onto her mattress. She awoke with a jolt, his name at the tip of her tongue. She was close to screaming. Her irises under the moonlight looked redder than it should be, and when she blinked it turned back to its familiar violet hue.

Raven felt like she was choking as she gasps for air. She could still vividly see the nightmare she had. Damian was in her arms dying. And she froze as the thought sunk in, her breathing had stopped.

Damian Wayne was all she could think of.

She found herself in front of his bedroom door. She looked at his door confused as how she got there. But still lost in the emotion that her nightmare had caused her. Her breathing still shallow. She had to know he was safe, something inside her was screaming so miserably to know that he was safe.

The knocking didn't register to Raven as she was still lost in her emotions. At first it was barely audible, but realizing that there was no sign of life on the other side of door, her raps on the door became a little too hasty, a little too paranoid.

When the door finally opened, she was still ready to knock on the door obsessively. When her absent eyes registered Damian's form, she couldn't help but put a hand over her chest where her heart laid and clenched it in relief. The breath she exhaled seemed so loud in the empty hall.

Knowing he was safe made her relax a bit. When she studied his expression and was about to explain herself, she was surprised to see Damian wrapped around his blanket. His hair was a mess and looking haggard, but also very much worried.

"What- why are you dressed like that?" She couldn't help but ask. Her fear over her nightmare completely replaced by confusion due to Damian attire. His blanket over his shoulders as he tightly wrapped it over his chest. A blush slowly crept its way to his face as he looked away not able to meet Raven in the eye.

"I—I sleep naked." He mutters a confession softly. And with that said, Raven realized how she had knocked on his door. The urgency and suddenness must have confused Damian. And due to the knocks progressing rapidly, he did not have time to wear anything.

He was completely naked underneath that blanket.

"I had a nightmare—you died in my arms, and I was so scared." She blurted out, her face turning ashen as the words sunk in again. There was something in her mind that clicked. Her eyes for a moment vacant once again.

"Do you want to talk about it inside?" He offered almost instantly, completely forgetting his naked state underneath the blanket. He clears his throat. "But if your uncomfortable, I can stay in the corner and I swear I won't approach you." He mumbles, his thoughts not coherent.

"I mean I could change first—" He tried to correct himself, but Raven shook her head and forced herself inside his room. Her eyes wide from recalling her awful dream.

"Oh… okay." He mumbles as he took a peek at the empty hall and cautiously closed the door. He re-adjusted his hold on the blanket and made sure it was snug around him before he turned to look at Raven. After turning to face Raven he found that he could not look at directly.

"I sleep naked too." She suddenly said and he choked on the revelation.

"Raven—" He called out, and turned his head to her but when his eyes landed on her—she was already naked before him. And he found himself choking again as he quickly looks away.

"I—I don't think this is a good idea…" He mumbles, looking anywhere but at her. They were already at the age of twenty, seeing one another naked, really wasn't a big deal. But this was different.

"That dream made me realize something—I don't want to take any more chances." She said as she took a step towards him, and Damian stiffened as he felt her presence a little bit too close for comfort. Her brows furrowed at his reaction.

"I—I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." She mumbled, starting to feel embarrassed at what she had just done. Not completely understanding why she did it in the first place.

"No-no it's not like that." He tried to explain and had looked at her accidentally. He froze seeing Raven pick up her nightwear.

She was completely butt naked under the nightgown; he came to realize.

Their eyes met, and for a moment he thought that her irises seemed a bit too red than normal. Her body bending over to pick up the piece of clothing, and a lump formed at the base of his throat among other places. His eyes tracing the outline of her body. Before he could mention her eyes, her face was already two inches away from his, and he inhaled in surprise.

Her scent entering his lungs and making his thoughts muddled.

"Then, what is it?" She asked softly—rather- alluringly. He held his breath, her eyes not the right shade.

"Then what is it, Damian." She asks again, the space between them even less now. His mouth opens to respond, but she slipped her right hand under his blanket, and her hand rested on his left pec. Her touch felt like electricity. The words he was about to say—gone. Forgotten.

Her lips met his and his green eyes widened in shock. Her eyes still a bit redder than it should be, and his eyes turning yellower than it should be too. And Raven gently pushed the blanket off of Damian's shoulder as his grip on the blanket disappeared due to her kiss. The blanket slips off his body seamlessly.

Since his hands were free now, his right hand reached for Raven's waist, his fingers tracing her spine. And he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. There was shock between the two when they realized what was happening and their eyes revert back to its normal colors.

But they didn't stop. Their hands roam each other's naked bodies, their lips not parting.

The moonlight hit their eyes and for a moment, both eyes were certainly a different shade.

~.~.~.~.~

"We are lacking a butterfly." A lady with black hair that was tied in a tight bun near the base of her neck said. She was wearing a lab gown over a pencil skirt, a cream blouse paired with black stockings and black heels. She was in a bright white room. A laboratory.

A man in a black suit with black hair approaches her from behind and wraps his arms around her waist. The girl narrowed her grey eyes that had the faintest hint of blue in them behind her thinly framed glasses. She scrutinized the violet liquid in her hands which was inside a vial. The man in the suit glances at the liquid in her hand, his dark green eyes uninterested in what she was holding onto, or the missing subject.

The pair appeared to be younger than thirty. The male lays his head on her left shoulder. He was significantly taller than her but both frames were on the thinner side.

"It's harmless anyways…" He mumbles onto her skin.

"You should still be concerned, after all it is your money being wasted here." She replied swatting the man off of her with her free hand, and he lets go.

"And you shouldn't be doing that in a sterile lab." She scolds gently as she walks around the table and put down the vial. The man approaches her but she turned to walk to the glass enclosure a bit on her right.

"There is supposed to be two of them in here," She taps the glass. "One is missing."

He attempts to wrap his arms on the woman again.

"Leo, I am working." She sighs, this time not even attempting to push him away.

"It's harmless, you don't have to worry about it now. Let's just go home, Cami." He mumbles into her shoulder and she sighs again.

"Alright." She concedes and he pulled away as he waits for her to pack up her things. But he walks to an enclosure that seemed to have about eight sparkling butterflies in them. And Camilla noticed Leonardo observing her latest project.

"It's just a love bug. It pretty harmless," She says double checking some paper works. "It looks pretty, but once it bites a subject, it slowly dies. A one bite-kind of life." She sighs as she signed the paper before her and takes her glasses off and sets it on the table.

"Its effects—is as what it is called—a love bug." She says approaching Leonardo Killian Sawyer, the current CEO and founder of the Sawyer Conglomerates. "But it only enhances what is already there, it cannot give what is not there."

"It is also easy to know if it is in effect, the infected will have their eyes change into a slightly redder undertone. People aren't really aware what each eye color looks like if it's just a tinge bit redder, and the change isn't really evident unless they have some keen eyes. Thus, this symptom would likely go unnoticed by those infected and those surrounding the infected. If an infected were to exchange body fluids with another, they would infect the other. But like you've said, your love bug cannot give what is not there. If the other party has no mutual feelings with the one infecting them, nothing will happen. But if they are both infected, what exists will be enhanced and the chemicals the bug gives while the bug slowly dies. The bug is dead with no carcass, and the chemicals disappear into their own accord, leaving virtually no trace." Leonardo finishes off with a smug face, and Camilla crossed her arms over her chest.

"You think I wouldn't read your report?" He asks her with a sly smile to which she playfully rolls her eyes.

"Of course. You're never interested in what I do." She says as she turns from him and remove her lab coat. "You're only interested in funding whatever projects I want to test out." She places her lab coat over her left forearm.

Leonardo wraps his left arm around her waist as he takes her lab coat with his right hand.

"Nonsense, I'm always interested in anything you do." He whispers beside her left ear, and her face slowly turn red.

"That's the only reason you opened up this research laboratory." She muttered, and suddenly her face was facing his. His right arm holding her lab coat around her waist as his left hand tilt her head to face him. His green eyes were cold as he stares down at her, and her back shivered against his chest.

"The lab is my engagement gift to you." He said simply and Camilla refused to rebuke, knowing his personality well. She would be in deep trouble if she says anything at this point. He leaned in closer to her and kissed her, her lips opened and he deepened the kiss. She gently pushes him.

"There are cameras here." She mutters her face flushed.

"I'm their boss, they will ignore it." He says caressing her right cheek with his left hand. "I wonder if you've used those bugs on me." He mumbles, and she takes a step back from him with wide eyes.

"I wouldn't!" She says, but he took a step closer to her to keep their distance the same. And she exhaled breathlessly at the maintained closeness.

"Of course, you wouldn't." He simply said and captured her lips, this time not allowing her to breath and think. When he pulled away, she was left in a daze.

"If I didn't come by here, you would be sleeping in this laboratory. It's time to go, Cami." He whispered her name so alluringly beside her ear, that she was entrapped by him. And all she could do was nod silently.

Before she completely disappeared from the door, she stole a glance at the glass enclosure with only one butterfly left.

Later that evening way pass midnight, in their mansion, Camilla awoke. A hypothesis in her head. And she had to write it down. She looks at the man beside her who was peacefully asleep. With pressed lips she quietly slipped out of bed trying her best not to wake him up.

She tip-toed to the table a few meters in front of their bed. She was chilly as she stood in their bedroom naked, but bared with it because had she taken a blanket, she was sure he would wake. Her back facing him, her body filled with red spots. She picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.

She heard his throat clear, and she froze.

Camilla had no choice but to turn to her fiancé, and she sees him propped up against their bed's headboard with crossed arms over his bare chest. She smiled wearily as she cleared her throat.

"I have to write this down. Before I forget." She said and he sighed.

"The butterfly is a mixture of magic and science. What if there is a way to figure out if someone is infected. What if there is a reason why the butterfly got out of the enclosure. It is likely because of its magical properties. But then how would that butterfly find its subject. What if it has a similar magical property? A similar magical signature. And then what if it doesn't bite but infuses—"

"I don't bring work to the bedroom." He tells her, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"You and I know for a fact that you do." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. His eyes gaze at her body adoringly and she felt her face flush.

"I do not pass 8pm." He corrected and she pressed her lips.

"Just let me write this, and this will be the only time." And she turned around to write on the paper as she heard him sigh again.

"Honestly…" She heard him mumble. "You know I don't like you dabbling with magic." He adds but she was consumed in writing all her theories.

He got up from bed and walked towards her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face on her black hair for a moment.

"Aren't you cold? Let me warm you up." He mumbles as he slowly kissed her right shoulder.

"I have to write." She insists, as she continued writing even with his distraction. "I never got to test the butterfly on a human subject. There is so much more I could learn from this. And your restrictions make it difficult." She mumbles as she jots down other possibilities.

"Come back to bed." He mumbled as he kissed her neck. "Do that later."

"You know how important this is to me." She turned her body to face him, her expression serious and yet weary.

"I know. But you are important to me too." He stroked her black hair. "I do not want you dabbling with magic, but I indulge you even when you go against my wishes."

With closed eyes as Cami touched her hair she nodded. "I know, let's go back to bed."

And he smiled at her tenderly.

~.~.~.~.~

Raven's room in the Titan Tower was empty and cold, as the owner never came back from her little trip. A butterfly with beautiful dark blue wings glittered atop her dresser. It slowly flapped its wings, the moonlight causing it to glitter even more. But as it continued to flap its wings, the tips of its wings slowly fade and blend into the moonlight, until there was no more butterfly to mention anymore.

Meanwhile in Damian's room there was life and heat that was stifling. Panting and mumbling and moaning. And two bodies atop the bed exploring each other. Raven laid against the mattress while Damian was atop of her.

"I've liked you for so long…" Raven mumbles her chin on top of his head. Her right hand running through his hair while her left arm hooked over his right shoulder. Damian was kissing and sucking on her clavicle.

"I have too." He confessed as he pulled away to look at her. Who would have thought this night would come to the two of them. As the two continue to taste and explore one another, it felt as though their taste had permanently locked onto one another. And that no one else could compare to their partner tonight.

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Author's Notes:

So, this is the other version of MIDNIGHT RENDESVOUS. Keeping this all PG.

Hope you like it!

Camilla and Leonardo actually have a small background story. If you are interested, I could dabble on that a bit.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!