Written by: BWinner
Author's Notes: Ah, the DCAMU has claimed another soul… I have been introduced to the Damian Wayne/Raven ship and I am never letting go! While I've always loved Dick and Kori(even back in the '03 Teen Titans animated series), this newer Robin pairing was just done spectacularly. The particular fanfic here was inspired by the rather old Finger Eleven song "Paralyzer"; dunno why, it just got the wheels in my head turning. I should mention personalities are based on the DCAMU versions of the characters, as that is what I am most familiar with. Characters have also been aged up to their twenties.
Warning: A/U, College life, clubbing, explicit scenes, foul language, borderline PWP, and OOC (more for Raven than for Damian)
Pairings: Damian/Raven, Dick/Kori(established)
Rating: NC/17
Paralyzer
For as long as he could remember, Damian Wayne had been told he needed to learn to loosen up. This came from friends, certain family, heck as of recently even the odd teacher! The idea seemed preposterous to him; he had been raised in a strict upbringing, it engrained in him the firm belief that he was always to concentrate on taking his tasks seriously, and apply his best effort. Such teachings meant that Damian was very structured in his day and the activities therein, as well as critical and analytical of most things and people… such a mind set was not a help as he straightened his tie and regarded himself in the mirror. His face fell into a heavy frown; this was stupid, absolutely stupid, what in the world was possessing him to go through with this? Oh right, it would shut Dick up. Loosen up indeed; as a Wayne, there was way too much that could possibly go wrong tonight. Despite the young man's protests as such to his brother, the older one had insisted that this was an underground event, no press would know about it… and Damian was believing him!
Shoving his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans he grabbed his car keys and made his way out the door. The cryptic instructions for how to get to the warehouse were in the glove compartment of his car and he looked over them with a scowl. A warehouse seemed so freakin' obvious! Especially one located closer to the city core than he liked. He had a hooded sweater and sunglasses in the trunk for good measure, might as well get this over with.
Damian arrived in a decent amount of time, and after parking the car he quickly got into the trunk to put on the hoodie and sunglasses before he made his way over to the building. Rainbow coloured lighting was flashing rapidly through the dusty windows, and there was the distinct vibration of bass in the ground as he got closer to the worn-out metal structure. After muttering some random passphrase to an individual 'guarding' the entrance he was allowed inside. The music was almost obnoxiously loud for his tastes, and was not made any better by the fact that it was dubstep. Dick had told Damian to meet him and Kori at the bar, so the young Wayne scanned the ocean of sweaty, moving bodies before finally sighting his target area… of course across said sea of sweaty bodies.
Carefully Damian began to weave his way mostly around the crowd, but the frantically twisting forms were hard to avoid in some places. As he moved to sidestep one enthusiastic dancer, another seemingly came from no where and crashed into him, causing him to slam into another person. He felt his arm quickly soaked with an icy liquid and heard a soft female voice spit out a curse; when turned to apologize, he felt the words die on his tongue momentarily. In front of him stood a tall slender woman, pale under the dim lighting and sporting short, cropped black hair that neatly framed her face. Deep violet eyes glanced him up and down quickly - their beauty not diminished by the frustration they currently held. For a moment all he could do was stand there and stare, as she busily tried to swipe the liquid off the skirt of a tight black minidress studded with small metallic rainbow stars, before his senses rushed back to him.
"I'm sorry," he said, trying his best to carry his voice over the intense beat of the music. "I'll find you a cloth at the bar, and I'll pay for a replacement drink."
The young woman's frustrated expression softened a bit and she gave a slight nod. With as much ease as he could he cleared a path for the two of them and navigated the rest of the way to the bar. Immediately Dick came into view and Damian had to suppress a groan of frustration. The older dark-haired man saw him almost instantly and waved him over; there was an assuming smirk on his face.
"Damian. My, my don't we work quickly," he said with a chuckle.
"Not now Dick," Damian snipped in return, and flagged down the bartender. In quick fashion he asked for a cloth and handed it to the woman at his side.
Right as he began to clarify the drink for the replacement order, a young woman with striking red hair approached. "Raven! Oh my gosh, what happened?" she exclaimed. It was Dick's girlfriend.
"It's nothing Kori, I just got bumped into and my drink spilled. That young man is getting me a replacement now," the dark-haired girl explained. Her voice was low, with an almost gravelly quality; Damian found it far more alluring than he liked.
Immediately the red-head's attention was on him and she gasped. "Damian? Well, isn't that a heck of a way for the two of you to meet!" Kori exclaimed. "This young woman is my friend, Raven."
He merely glanced at the young woman in question. "Pleasure."
Raven nodded her head to him, but remained quiet. As things began to settle and Raven was handed her new drink, the young man's senses came back to him reminding him that his right arm had cold syrupy liquid on it, and he slipped off the hoodie before rolling up his shirt sleeves. Almost instantly laughter cut through the music and he glared hard in Dick's direction.
"A button-down shirt and tie… really?" the older man crowed. "Oh, I'm sorry but, I have to fix this."
Damian gripped his brother's wrist as he reached up for the tie and held it tightly. "I don't remember asking for your opinion or your help Dick," he snarled.
"You do look out of place you know," the mysterious woman interjected, before things could get more heated.
The young Wayne paused and looked towards her before looking at himself then the floor. In a frustrated motion he thrust his older brother's arm away from himself before relenting to the criticism and removing his tie and shoving it in the pocket of the hooded sweater. Not much else was said and he ordered a beer from the bartender, choosing to just sit at the makeshift bar and observe his surroundings. He did notice Dick roll his eyes at him, but was relieved when Kori pulled the older man out onto the floor to dance.
"I'm guessing you don't attend events like this often," the dark woman observed, taking a sip of her drink.
"No," Damian replied almost curtly.
"Admittedly neither do I, Kori was insistent," Raven admitted.
The young man arched an eyebrow but said nothing. If this was the set-up, he thought it to be, he felt conflicted. As much as he wanted to hate the situation, the woman beside him was captivating and was leaving a lasting impression on him. It was somewhat frustrating to the young Wayne; they had barely spoken two sentences to one another and already he felt spell-bound. For someone who was normally quiet and aloof, he didn't think words would come to him right now if they tried, and when he caught himself staring at those dark features and violet eyes, he ripped his gaze away and turned instead to watch the sweaty mass of dancing bodies. The only discernable thing he could determine about how they all moved was that they all seemed to be gyrating on each other provocatively. Damian would have been repulsed, but all he could think about was the woman next to him moving like that, and himself being the cause of it.
"You look tense," her comment cut through his thoughts.
Great, now his body language was obvious! Damian liked to think that he was better in control of how he presented himself to other people, but this obviously wasn't the case around this woman. "The atmosphere is a little much," he confessed.
"Kori and Dick seem to be happily distracted; we could make a run for it."
Damian turned to her again, his green eyes slightly wide. It seemed like such a bold suggestion, and the dark-haired man had to quickly weigh in his head which option would be less torturous; time alone with a beautiful woman he could barely communicate around, or a combination of obnoxious music and sweaty bodies. The former seemed like the only logical choice in the end. With a slight nod to his head, he slammed down some money for their couple of drinks and motioned for the young woman to follow him.
The two of them escaped out a fire exit in the back corner near the edge of the bar and Damian led her to where his car was parked. Raven gave a low hum of appreciation when she saw the sleek black sports car. "I suppose being a Wayne has its perks."
The young Wayne in question flushed slightly, but said nothing, he merely let the young woman into the vehicle. The two sat in silence as they drove, but Damian couldn't help but steal glances at his companion, with each subtle look more and more visualizations of her body in the provocative movements he witnessed earlier flooded his mind. His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his jaw clenched slightly.
"This was a bad idea," he finally voiced. "Tell me where you're staying and I'll just drive you there."
Raven looked at him and arched her eyebrow, however she chose not to protest and merely shrugged. "It's about six blocks from here, the corner of Westview and Main."
As they continued to drive Damian noticed how sketchy the neighbourhood continued to get and he found he really didn't feel comfortable about her living around here. Oddly to him, that thought wasn't out of concern for himself and his own well being, but for her. This was a rather nasty part of the city. "Let me… at least walk you to your door," the young man managed to get out as his car stopped outside her building.
"Alright, I guess," Raven agreed. She paused for a moment as they made it to the lobby door. "Look, unless you really feel uncomfortable being out, or want to get back to that rave, at least let me make you a cup of tea or something."
Despite his better judgement, and still knowing it was a bad idea considering where his thoughts kept going about her, he couldn't help but nod at the kind invitation. Damian followed her up the stairs of the older building to a suite on the third floor. It was a small studio, sparsely furnished with little more than a love seat, coffee table and bed, in addition to the kitchen and bathroom.
"Not much, but it's certainly better than the noisy dorms on campus," Raven commented casually.
"It's fine," Damian mumbled.
He was encouraged to go sit down as she began boiling the kettle and collecting tea from her cupboards. The dark-haired young man did so, and as much as he tried to take in his surroundings or watch lights from the cars out the window, his eyes were constantly brought back to her. Every move she made, while simple, was still enticing to him. He felt helpless against this kind of raw attraction, like nothing he had ever experienced before. Though as she came towards him with two steaming cups, he was careful to have his gaze trained on the floor. Both of them sat in that continued awkward silence carried on from the car, before Damian finally heard a soft chuckle from her.
"I suppose someone of your social standing would be as polite as you are," Raven remarked offhandedly.
"Before I went to live with my father, I was raised by my mother and her father, the latter of whom was very strict. My grandfather made sure I knew how to behave as a guest in another's home." He said, and was surprised to hear her laugh at the statement.
"Not what I meant at all. You think I haven't noticed you checking me out? I'm honestly not sure if I should feel flattered or insulted you haven't done anything to put the moves on me, Mister Wayne," she clarified.
When those deep violet eyes glanced up at him seductively through dark fanned lashes any restraint that had been left in Damian vanished. "Nothing will happen if you ever address me as 'Mr. Wayne' again," he growled before he plunged forward and met her with a fierce kiss.
There was zero feeling of hesitation from her as she matched his enthusiasm, and little more encouragement he needed to keep going. The kiss was sloppy, with Damian having sparse experience in the area, but that didn't stop it from feeling amazing; and he swore he heard his heartbeat pumping in his ears as he felt Raven nudge his lips open with her tongue. It had been a long time since Damian had been kissed, on top of that he had never been entangled in a kiss with such fervency and passion as this before.
Spurned on by unabashed desire and lust the young Wayne dragged the hand that was on her back slowly around her ribcage and up to her chest, settling on her breast. Eagerly he kneaded the plump cloth covered flesh as his idle hand came to rest on her upper thigh, rubbing along the hem of her skirt. He felt her smirk into their kiss before she pulled away and once again settled that seductive stare on him.
With his body quickly awakening to the passion between them Damian moved in to steal another kiss, doing his best to take the lead this time as his hands continued to play along her body. He faltered slightly when he felt her own hand settle on his crotch and begin to rub the fabric of his pants and boxers along the stiff flesh trapped inside. Damian couldn't help the moan that came out of him and, encouraged by her movements, the hand that rested on her thigh slowly crawled up her skirt to cup her cloth covered vagina; he shivered upon discovering she was becoming wet. The kiss they shared grew more desperate as they grasped at each other, rubbing and massaging, each movement seemingly on instinct.
Pulling away from their sinfully intense kisses Damian locked eyes with the dark-haired woman as he slowly pushed her panties to the side and inserted two fingers into that inviting wet heat. He was met with a gasp that dissolved into a deep moan as Raven did her best to position herself better and allow his fingers more access. The young Wayne was almost shaking as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, loving how her eyes fluttered in ecstasy with each slick movement.
"Fuuuck," she hissed when he dared to massage his thumb just above her clit.
It naturally surprised him when she pulled away shortly after, but not for long. Raven stood and hurriedly pulled her panties down before yanking the spandex-like material of her dress over her head. Damian felt himself throb with need as he looked at her dishevelled naked form standing over him. With a mischievous grin she leaned down and began unbuttoning his shirt as she pressed her lips against his ear.
"You have a nasty knack for being over dressed," she whispered before taking the lobe between her teeth enticingly.
A thrill went up Damian's spine and his breathing increased as he watched her slowly unbutton his shirt and push it from his shoulders. She then moved down and, in an agonizingly slow motion, flicked the button of his pants open and drew the zipper down, being careful to press and drag her thumb over the head of his erection as she did so. Damian's breathing became strained at that and he very nearly struggled to lift his hips and allow her to pull his boxers and pants down before she settled on his lap. Dark green locked with violet and Damian's hands instinctively reached out for her hips as she repositioned herself and slowly sank down onto his swollen member.
He groaned loudly and closed his eyes in pleasure as her tight, wet heat enveloped him. She felt divine. Raven's own moan mingled with his, and when Damian finally opened his eyes, he saw her gazing once again seductively through those thick long lashes and a sensual smirk on her kiss swollen lips as she began moving up and down. He knew his own gaze upon her now must be filled with unabashed lust as he watched her move her body on him like those dancers in the club; turned on beyond all reason that he had somehow enticed her to do so. After a moment or two, finally collecting himself, Damian moved the hands that were on her hips back up her body to fondle her breasts, massaging one and rolling the tightening nipple between his fingers and thumb while the other gently cupped the flesh of the second so he could bend down and take it between his lips.
Raven faltered now, moving her hands from his shoulders to brace herself against the back of the couch, and lean over him to give a better angle for his ministrations. Damian continued the action for a moment longer before switching his mouth and hands to the other breast. She was moving faster now, and every so often he would feel her flex and tighten around his erection, getting closer to her breaking point. He wasn't so far off himself, and without being able to explain the urge he pulled back momentarily.
"Come for me," he growled before claiming her lips once again.
Their kiss stifled her scream as she tightened around him, finally losing herself to pleasure. That small change in pressure around him took Damian with her and he threw his head back with a deep moan thrusting his hips up and staying inside her as long as he could. They both crumpled together, gasping and spent, but utterly content. As he gasped to catch his breath and held the woman tight in his arms, Damian struggled, but couldn't remember the last time he had experienced such blinding pleasure.
Maybe Dick didn't always have the worst ideas after all.
~End.
