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*I just want to say you all have jtlvaughn to thank for this story. I wasn't going to write another TT story for a year to work on my novel, the story closest to my heart Epilogue, and a Rurouni Kenshin FF.

Also, because of writer's block and stress, I have started a prequel to 'We Are Robin.'

*This story is for DamiRae Smut Week. It will follow the prompt list. This story was also inspired by 'Injustice' the video game.

Please enjoy!

Chapter 1

Free day - Wet Dream

It was wet.

Wet and warm.

Even though she couldn't touch it with her hands, Raven knew it was.

The liquid, which was released when his fingers slowly sunk in, slid down her thighs to the sheets under her. And when his fingers exited it to simply hold it, the liquid still dripped.

She moaned.

The warm liquid grew hotter against her skin.

She twisted her hips and kicked against the bed, trying to avoid the liquid that dripped from the sponge in his hands.

"Just enjoy it." He said, releasing more of the liquid. "This is the normal process."

Normal? Process?

She didn't have a clue about what he was referring to. But she didn't think that being pinned down every night by a stranger, who covered her body with warm liquid, was normal.

Yet when were her dreams ever normal?

But another important question came to mind: why did the same dream keep occurring?

Were these dreams caused by her new late-night eating habits? Or a warning of a possible future?

If it was the latter, she wondered when it would happen and who would be the man that committed iniquitous actions against her.

She didn't know if she should be frightened or eager to find out.

"I think that should be enough."

The stranger with bright green eyes observed her as he tossed the sponge over his shoulder.

She blushed from the image that she saw in his iris. Her pale skin had a pink tint on her naked body, which was a contrast to the dark sheet underneath her. Her hair, both on her head and down below, was disheveled: one from struggling against him and the other from the warm liquid that was released from the sponge.

Her nipples were erect and hard, like candy sitting on top of ice cream. And her lips were swollen, wet, and red from the feverish kisses that he placed on them earlier.

He licked his lips.

"The process completed. Finding and claiming you is the last step. "

Confusion marred the two hemispheres inside of her brain. Yet before she could inquire about his statement, he bent down and brushed his lips against hers, barely applying pressure. His tongue snaked past her lips and glided along the roof of her mouth before mingling with her tongue.

His hand touched and rubbed her inner thighs, spreading the warm liquid along her skin.

Desire raced through her.

Under her skin.

Inside her arteries and veins.

Along her nerves.

Her body knew the pleasure that the stranger would induce like a fiend seeking the next hit, like a volcano that was about to explode. He had been playing with her body for the last seven nights.

His lips and tongue left her mouth. He gazed down at her flushed face.

He smiled, his hand continuing to rub her inner thighs.

"I can't wait to meet you in reality. There are many activities and positions that I would like to perform with you."

"Reality? This is just a dream?"

One of his eyebrows lifted. "Yes, we are in the dream state."

She let out a slow breath as her body relaxed. "Thank God. I was worried it wasn't." It wasn't unusual for her subconscious to produce another entity when it was trying to tell her something.

"Now, I'm worried," said the entity, or rather her fantasy lover. "Was I'm paired with someone who is mentally incompetent?"

She opened her mouth to berate him but halted the words from passing her lips.

There was no use arguing with a figment of her imagination.

After all, there were other 'activities and positions' that she could be enjoying. Enjoying it with no one judging her clandestine side.

"Since-" she said, sitting up and forcing him to give her some space "-this is only a dream, I -"

"Dream state."

"Dream, I-"

"Dream state."

She rolled her eyes. "Dream state. I want to enjoy myself to the fullest."

The stranger frowned. "Did you not enjoy our previous nights?"

"I did." She shivered at pleasurable memories. "But sometimes, a woman has to take the lead."

His frown morphed into a smirk. "I have no problem with that. I admire someone who takes initiative."

Of course, he would. This was her dream, after all. A magnificent dream.

It had been years. Decades. Possibly a century since she had a lover.

Because of who she was and where she was, her suitors were nonexistent. And those who pursued her were on the opposite side of the line as her. A side that she didn't want to be a part of.

But now she had a fantasy lover, whose touch was exciting and manhood realistic. She wanted to savor the moment as long as she could, in the way that she wanted to: hard and fast, then deep and slow.

"Good," she said, pushing him back against the bed and getting on top of him.

Her lips attacked his neck, licking, biting, and sucking on the spot.

"That's dangerous," he said, gripping her hips, pulling her to his manhood that rested against their stomach.

"It doesn't matter. This is a dream." Raven said, lifting her head and admiring her handiwork. It wasn't as if she would get the chance to mark another lover's neck. She wasn't close to anyone.

"Still-" he replied "-we must follow the process, or there will be consequences."

She ignored her lover's words as her hand slipped down his gorgeous torso. His skin was smooth while his body was hard. There was one hardness in particular that she was fond of at the moment.

She grabbed it and stroked it.

"That's extremely dangerous." He groaned.

"I know."

She looked up at his face and frowned. His face was distracting. The top half of his face was covered by a fog that traveled from the left to the right while avoiding his eyes. It took her mind off sex and made her curious about the hazy cloud on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing," she replied, not wanting to start a conversation that would not benefit her life. She lifted herself up and turned around. When she came back down on his lap, she filled her inside with his manhood.

She closed her eyes and slowly rode on top of him. Her hands roamed her body, causing the liquid that the stranger covered it with to heat up.

She moaned while increasing the speed at which she moved up and down and grabbed her breasts. She pushed them up and squeezed them before pinching her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.

She bit her bottom lip and rolled her hips.

And when she felt herself reaching her peak, she glided her hand downward to-

A hand grabbed her wrist, and another hand was placed gently but firmly around the front of her neck. He leaned against her back, forcing her into an angle where she couldn't lift her hips properly.

"What are you doing, Beloved?" He whispered in her ear, using the endearment that he had been calling her for a week.

She shivered at his cold voice. "I think that's pretty obvious."

He scoffed. "I should've warned you, Beloved. I have a temper, and my irritation accelerates when I have to share my possessions. So even if it's my phallus that you are enthusiastically sucking in and pushing out of you, don't treat me like a dildo. Remember, you are copulating with me, not my phallus. Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded, annoyed with her lover but wanting to continue. She was so close.

"Good. Now, it is time for your punishment."

"Punishment?"

She was pushed forward. The side of her face and upper torso were smashed against the bed. His hand planted at the base of her neck.

"Yes. Another warning, Beloved. For those who cross me, I return the favor tenfold. Shall I treat you like a sex toy?"

He began to enter and exit her at a speed that she couldn't feel him. If it wasn't for groans and grunts from above her and the hot liquid that unexpectedly coated her inside, she wouldn't have known he was inside of her.

She turned her gaze around, as much as she could, to glare at him.

He smirked at her. "See. It isn't fun to be treated as a sex toy."

"You!" She growled, trying to get up. However, his hand at the base of her neck weighed her down.

"Don't be hasty; I'm not finished punishing you yet."

At that moment, her insides stretched and tightened around his stiffened manhood. Her inside wept at the possibilities, but her heart and mind fear that this was going to be a repeat of what had occurred.

"Be happy that you are my Beloved. I'm only going to punish you twice."

He started to move. She could feel his strokes this time. They were nice, long, and deep. Her glaring eyes softened then closed. A series of breathless moans escaped her lips. The movement of her hips aligned with his thrust.

And when he hit her, her hands gripped the sheets, and her insides clenched around him.

"Do you like this?" He asked, smacking her butt again. The sound mingled with her moans. He hit her again.

She loved it. She loved this punishment.

His pace picked up. He was racing with her to a climax. She could feel it coming.

Heat gathered in a pool in her lower stomach.

Her body stiffened.

Her toes curled, and her feet lifted slightly off of the bed.

She was coming. It was right there.

The stranger pulled out and didn't reenter.

"Don't stop," she begged, rubbing her butt against him, trying to encourage him to enter again. His manhood was as hard as she was wet. "Please."

"No."

She clicked her teeth and moved her hand to her clit. His hand grabbed her wrist.

"Be a good girl and wait, or I will punish you some more."

"I hate you." She struggled against him.

"You don't mean that; you're simply horny." He turned her on her back and eased inside her inch by inch, causing her to forget her words.

When he was completely inside, he observed her from above as he remained still. "You're beautiful." His words would have caused her to blush if she wasn't upset with him. She turned her head, and he chuckled.

"How about a peace offering? I will allow you to climax if you apologize for treating me like a dildo. If not, I will torture you in the little time that we have left. The sun will be up soon."

Raven could see the morning sun peeking through the curtains. When it rose to a certain point, like always, the dream would end.

"That isn't a peace offering," she said, still looking out the window.

"Me giving you a choice is my peace offering."

Her head faced him with a scowl, adjusting her hips against his. "I liked you better the other night when you were nice."

He smirked. "Those nights you didn't treat me like your personal sex toy."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "This is my dream; you're a figment of my imagination."

He frowned. "I'm real."

"No, you're not. You said earlier 'this is a dream.'"

"No, I said 'dream state.'You don't know the difference? You act as if you have people running around inside of your mind."

Her eyes narrowed and drawled, "Some of my kind do. I'm one of them."

His gaze bored into her eyes; she became uncomfortable with being under him and this conversation. She wiggled to dislodge him, but the grip on her hips was firm.

"You're not a vamp, are you?"

She halted. Her heart froze over before it exploded with fear.

Of course, she wasn't a vampire. She was never mistaken for one in her life. After all, her kind was the enemy of vampires. The enemy of all creatures on Earth.

"I see," he continued after she didn't reply. His lips curled into a smirk. "It doesn't matter what you are; we are fated to be together. That's all that matters to me."

"Fated?"

His smirked morphed into a smile. "I can't tell you. It's a secret. Besides, we don't have the time. The sun is rising."

She gasped as he reached down and rubbed the small flower bud in her garden, and his manhood hit a wonderful spot inside of her.

"Since you didn't know, I forgive you this time. I apologized for treating you so poorly."

"Wait," she moaned, grabbing his forearm. Pleasure, fear, and confusion mingled together in a cocktail.

"We can't wait if you want to climax." He pushed forward; she tightened around him.

"No."

He grabbed her head that moved side to side on the bed, stopping it. "Just let go."

He kissed her. Their tongue entangled until a metallic and sweet taste burst against her tongue.

Blood.

Blood of a vamp.

She pushed against him as he pushed in her. Finally, he lifted his head while she was in a maelstrom of pleasure. As she climaxed, she heard him say, "I can't wait to claim you."

Raven screamed as her eyes shot open.

Bang! Bang!

Her eyes drifted to the familiar door in the familiar room. She was in the Tower. She was safe.

"Raven, are you okay?"

Her racing heart calmed at the sound of Nightwing's voice. A small smile graced her lips as she floated from the bed and opened the door.

"Is everything okay? I heard you scream?"

"I-"

"Raven! Nightwing!" A voice from the loudspeaker interjected. "Get your butts down here."

"Dude, do you have to be loud? My ears." Another voice came through.

"Sorry, I forgot."

"Every time?" The speaker went off with a click.

"You okay?" Dick asked again.

"I'm fine. Just had a bad dream." She used her powers to transform her PJs into her uniform. "Let's go. We don't want to be late."

"Raven, if-"

"I know, Dick. I know"

He sighed. "As long as you do."

"He stepped away from the door frame so that she could enter the long hallway. They walked for a moment before she asked, "Can vampires enter someone's dream?"

"No, it's impossible. Vamps don't dream to begin with."

She frowned. "I have entered your dream before."

He shook his head. "No, it's more logical to suggest that you are either pulling me into your dream or creating a realm where we can meet."

She thought for a moment. "That could be a possibility… and you are certain that vampires can't dream?"

"I may be an outsider to my kind because I run with Bats, and I'm great friends with a cambion, but I'm positive about the limitations and capabilities of my kind. In fact, I know almost every limitation and capability of all aliens, humans, and supernatural beings on this planet. Bats would have had my head if I didn't."

On this Earth, supernatural beings and aliens lived and mingled with humans, who made up the smallest percentage of the population. Together, they were referred to as The Coalition.

However, there were two supernatural beings that were not openly welcome in society: the vampires and demons, who lived isolated from the world in their own domains.

When she arrived in The Coalition's domains, she had passed herself off as a witch until she was exposed for who she truly was. After her identity was revealed, she had a difficult time living in their domains. That was until Nightwing had found her and offered her a helping hand.

While he also faced discrimination for being a vampire, it wasn't tense as her situation. Batman had done the groundwork centuries before to get society to accept vampires who wanted to leave their domain and their leader's ruler. By the time Nightwing came along, harsh conditions for vampires in this society calmed down. In addition, Nightwing was well received by everyone.

She chuckled, thinking about a young Nightwing being forced to study; she started to relax when the stranger's word came to the forefront of her mind. "What about a dream state?"

Nightwing stopped in front of the door that they should be entering to face her. "Who told you about that?"

His voice was cold, and his eyes glowed. She would have taken a step back from him if she hadn't sensed that he didn't intend to harm her.

She opened her mouth as soon as the door opened, revealing her lovely friend and Dick's girlfriend, Starfire, whom they turned to.

"What are you two doing? The meeting with the League is about to begin?"

"Sorry, we were just talking about a case." He lied with a bright smile on his face while telling Raven, We'll talk later. Don't mention that to anyone else... It can cause you and whoever told you told your lives.'

'I understand,' she lied as well, following the couple into the room.

Seconds later, the league and several heroes around the world appeared on the screen. They all wore serious expressions just like her teammates, except for one.

"Someone had a good time alone this morning." Changeling whispered in her ear.

She blushed and immediately used her powers to clean herself.

"Were you thinking about me?"

She glared at the green shifter who used to be her former lover. They had a good relationship until his late mate Terra appeared in the picture. Things had gotten ugly.

Years after Terra's betrayal and death, when they had become good friends once more, he had approached her again, offering love and marriage.

She wanted neither.

She didn't want to be number two in someone's heart.

"If you ever need help-'' He coughed and straightened up.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see Nightwing and Cyborg glaring at him. She smiled.

Sometimes, it was good to be friends with a vampire and a cyborg who had super hearing abilities.

She turned around to the screen and focused on the meeting.

There was a threat on its way to Earth. The alien called Brainiac was returning to conquer Earth.

The Coalition, who had teamed with the vampires, had had a difficult time defeating him and forcing him into outer space. And even the demons, who hadn't helped, faced severe casualties by his appearance last time.

They all feared Brainiac, and they knew he wouldn't be easily defeated this time. He had time to prepare.

"We need to ask the vampire and demons for help." Superman said, causing many to object. Those who agreed were there during the first battle, where they had seen several of their friends and family members fall.

Superman continued,"This isn't up for discussion. A temporary alliance will be formed until we get rid of Brainiac. Hopefully, it minimizes the lives of those who we have sworn to protect, or do you want to risk their lives and the lives of the person beside you, because of prejudice and pride."

Everyone was silent.

"Good. Constantine and Zatanna will negotiate with Trigon. I'm sending you, Constantine, because I know you will make it back alive. But I expect you to be nice and try to come to an agreement.

"Batman and Raven -" Raven straightened up her spine "- you will head to Nanda Parbat and negotiate with the Al Ghuls."

"I can go by myself," said Batman.

"No offense, but the last time you went by yourself, a few years later, we had a young vampire leader to deal with."

"Mmm."

"Raven is strong enough to watch your back and defeat a group of assassin vampires."

That comment would have been words of praise to any other League member's ears. But to her, it was an insult. Her ability to defeat a group of vampires was one reason why her kind was hated. They could do things to other supernatural beings that make them vulnerable to demons.

"Are you sure we can trust her?" Zatanna asked.

Before her teammates could speak on her behalf, Batman said, "It doesn't matter. I rarely trust anyone that I work with."

There was an eerie silence that could be felt through the screen.

Raven sighed. At least, no one could accuse Batman of treating anyone unfairly.