Slade woke with a sudden jolt, and opened his eyes looking around the room. He stretched out his arms, but his right arm slightly knocked into Raven's skull as he tried to stretch his arms forward. She didn't even budge at the minor bump, and still slept soundly. He kept his arm around her, still giving her head support, and looked around for the clock on the wall. Eight o'clock in the night it read. Slade jumped at the discovery and quickly glanced out the window, for it was truly dark out. He felt rested, fully reenergized, ready to start anew. But instead of standing up, probably waking the sleeping girl, he sat there, and tried to soak the "situation" in. Was this a game to make him win her heart, for her own lonely reasons, or was she really looking for a companion in him, a companion in her supposed enemy? It all didn't seem to click in his mind, but the answer was simple, to simple for a brilliant mind.

-xXx

Raven dreamt once again of life, a new life, full of happiness. She felt entirely protected in Slade's grasp. But was he truly the type of man she was looking for? From the looks of it, she had him wrapped around her pinky finger, and she could make him tend to her every need. Perhaps in order to make it out on the other end, iniquity may be your saving grace. Raven felt the body she was curled up next to, move around a bit and she fluttered her eyes open, and yawned as she outstretched her arms to support her weight as she sat upright on the sofa.

"Oh, good. You're awake," he said, moving over, and getting up, his body heat leaving with him, causing her skin to cringe from the cooler air. Slade moved toward the kitchen and headed toward the refrigerator, and opening it up, pulling out two bottles.

"Want a beer?" he asked.

Raven perked up the question, mainly for it's oddity.

"Slade, I'm underage. I can't drink, and it isn't cool," she said, her voice sleepy.

"Yes, but I know how to make it cool," he smiled underneath the mask.

"Huh?"

"See, by law you can't drink under twenty-one. By drinking your breaking a law, which is cool."

"I abide by the law. I'm still a Teen Titan."

"And you are still my prisoner. You will have a drink," he said, closing the fridge door, walking over back to the couch, handing her the cold bottle. Raven struggled with opening the bottle, but Slade easily opened the bottle and let a third of the liquid inside the bottle slide down his throat, as if it was habit.

"I can't open it," she said through gritted teeth, "Can you open it for me?" She handed the bottle to him, and he opened it, careful not to down a third of it. He handed the bottle to her, and eagerly watch her stare at the bottle wondering if she should drink it.

"Well, cheers," Raven said timidly, raising the bottle to her lips, and tipping the bottle a little so the drink could enter her mouth. Her facial expressions went sour, as if she had eaten a lemon whole.

"Eww!" she gasped, "beer is nasty! But, strangely addicting!"

'Use her drunk state as an advantage. Get her to know the man behind the mask,' he thought to himself as he watched her struggle down another gulp of alcohol. Her tolerance wasn't high, and she seemed to be drunk within ten small gulps of the drink.

"Did you know that Starfire and Robin have crushes on one another, but they won't admit it! Hurt one of them and battle and you'll kill the other one too!" she blurted, "Beast Boy really isn't that funny, but he pretends to be, and that is the funny part! Cyborg is just as immature as Beast Boy at times, and is really good a bashing Beast Boy at video games--woah." Raven put a hand to her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

"Maybe we should lay off on the--" Slade started to say.

"NO! That would be so--so horrible!" she whaled, "Sliding down another intoxicating sip.

"Raven, please. Listen to me and give me the drink!"

"Oh no, Slade. Not when I hear that alcohol is irresistible, which it is, but it induces love and--"

"RAVEN, please give me the drink," moaned Slade sliding over to the drunk "blind" young woman.

"But isn't that what you yearn for, Slade? Love and a companion? You are so lonely locked up in your work. I think you need an escape," she cooed.

"Just as you need an escape from that drink. I shouldn't have given it to you, now give me the bottle!" he persisted, his voice stern and his arm outstretched.

"Oh no, no, no! Take something so precious? I think not!" she teased, getting on his last nerve. "I think you need to relax a little."

"Relax? Raven you're blind and drunk! You could hurt yourself!" Raven tried to open her eyes in her mask of crap, and realized she was without sight.

"Oh, I guess I am blind. But that can be quite useful," she said, a flirtatious smirk now on her face. Slade looked at her with disgust.

'Take advantage of her!' his subconscious speaking to him, 'Don't tell me you actually care for her!'

He stood up, and walked to the drunk woman and snatched the bottle out of her hands, she whined and groped for the figure that took her new favorite drink. Slade dumped both bottles of beer down the drain and threw the bottles out. He walked back and grabbed her hand, and pulled her up, making her stand warily on her feet. Slade led her up the stairs, but at the top of them, she seemed to lead him. Raven interlocked fingers with her foe, and looked up; Slade looking confused looked down at the grinning woman. With her right hand closely enveloped in his hand, she ran into the wall, dragging him with her. Startled, he lost his balance and extended his arms forward, letting go of her delicate hand. He caught himself with his hands against the wall, Raven in-between the wall and him. Her hands gently made it's way toward his face and mask. They peeled the mask off, Slade letting them, which revealed a face, Raven was blind to see. After removing the mask, the hands slid down his face, neck, and shoulders to where the "V" neck was in his shirt, and she latched onto a crinkled portion of shirt, and pulled down with great care until she felt for his face at eyelevel.

"You have won, Slade," she said, breathing lightly.

"What have I won?" he asked, responding quite well to her actions.

"You have won my proposal, my request that I fall in love with you. And you have won," she whispered.

"Then what is my acquisition, or gain? What have I won?" he asked, his eye wondering about her face, slowly leaning in because he was being pulled in.

"A kiss, my love. You will receive a kiss from the woman who loves you," she said, shyly moving her head forward. Slade moved in faster, swifter then she, and he, was expecting, and the two locked lips in the hallway of Slade's home. They both kissed intently, with reason. He placed a hand behind her head pulling her in closer, and used his other hand to pull her in closer, and she stepped forward placing her fragile hands around his broad shoulders. The two were enveloped in a kiss that seemed everlasting.

-xXx

"Give up?" Beast Boy yelled at Robin who was sitting quite relaxed on the couch.

"Please friend, do not yell," Starfire said taking her place next to Robin.

"We can't find her, and Slade doesn't seem to have a plan for her. He would have been out by now. You know that, just relax. You're not making it any better by getting everyone all worked up. We all care about her, Beast Boy," Robin said calmly.

"But how can you be so calm when she could be dead, or worse!"

"Because it's Raven, she's strong and determined. I think she's giving him a hard time," Robin smiled at the thought of it.

"I agree, man. Maybe she can tell us of how to get rid of him when she comes up, BB," Cyborg commented.

"I guess I just missed her more than expected. And she listened to all my jokes."

"Beast Boy, she doesn't think they're funny, and she makes fun of you for it," Cyborg said, grinning

"But how does she know they're not funny if she's not listening? I just miss her, and I keep on wondering how she is fairing," he said gloomily.

-xXx

Raven rolled around under the covers of the bed she was staying in, her body overjoyed, and her mind still racing. She woke up with a slight headache from the little bit of alcohol she sipped last night. She yawned and blinked her eyes open, looking around a bedroom that she had never seen before. It was plain and nearly empty, only containing a bed, a wooden dresser, and a mirror. Nothing matched and the walls were still white. She pulled the covers off her body and swung her legs toward the floor, her feet bare, and her cape was laid neatly on the floor next to her bed. Her belt was hung on the post on the bed by her head, and all she had on was her leotard. Her warm feet embraced the coolness of the wooden floor as she walked toward the doorway of her bedroom. The home she was staying at was exquisite in taste, from the beautiful woodwork to the paint on the walls.

Raven glided to the bathroom first, cautiously. After done with her business she pranced back to her room to but her clothes on. She placed her feet into the boots, buckled the belt, and clasped the cape on, and proceeded downstairs, to face whatever came at her.

She entered the kitchen, to Slade's back.

"Why did you take my mask off?" Raven asked, in the doorway of the kitchen. Slade lifted his mask a little, and poured the alcohol down his throat.

"Last night, I decided the plan I had conceived horribly failed. Do you remember last night, Raven?" Slade asked, turning around to face her, his left eye behind his red and sleepy looking. Raven gasped at his condition, a little horrified.

"Yes," she stated meekly, her heart beating fast.

"So do I. Hence the drinking."

Raven stood there, nervous about the question she was going to ask, and even more anxious about the answer.

"You weren't drunk last night, we're you?" she asked, quite fast.

"I had a third of a bottle, Raven. I was the farthest thing from drunk. In fact I was sober, hence the drinking now. You last night were drunk. You seemed to get drunk faster than a lot of people for their first time."

Raven looked down to the ground, to the drinking foe, and back down to the ground.

"Slade, I -- I was," Raven stuttered.

"I know that's why I took the bottle so you couldn't do anymore damage." Raven sighed. How was she going to tell him that she was conscious of her actions? And everything she did last night was from a sober mind?

A/N: Sweet! Chapter 6 is done. Hope it's enjoyable considering most of it was written from midnight to two in the morning last night O.o Thanks for the reviews, and have a nice day. .