Damn but she was powerful.

Powerful and untrained. A dangerous combination, but one that offered a large reward to those brave enough to take on the challenge.

Damian knew that he would harness the demon-girl's powers. His father had ordered him to do so and so Damian would do it. Failure not being an option didn't even cover it; failure was unheard of.

"Keep an eye on her," advised Wonder Woman. She was staring at the door the witch had just disappeared through. Her hand was still resting on the pommel of her sword. So, the girl had earned Diana's respect as a warrior? Or at least the woman considered her a threat. Either way it was an impressive feat; Wonder Woman was notoriously difficult to faze.

"Should I follow her?" asked Kaldur'ahm.

Damian gave a small, quick nod and his second-in-command left to carry out his duty. Kaldur'ahm was a good subordinate; practical, unhesitant in dispatching discipline, and loyal. Damian was lucky to have him in the team. But he wouldn't hesitate to cut off his head at the slightest sign of insubordination.

That went for every member of the Teen Titans. Well, maybe Jon would give him pause for thought. They had grown up together, were practically brothers, but that wouldn't have been a factor in the hesitation. No, it was the fact that Jon's father was Superman and the man in blue wouldn't be at all pleased to find out that his only son had been decapitated. That being the case, Damian would have to use one of the many plans he held in his mind to kill the man of steel. Preparedness is a pre-requisite to victory as his grandfather had always told him.

Speaking of which, now that the magic-user had arrived, Damian would have to test her. Find her limits, find her weaknesses and develop plans on how to deal with her if the situation ever called for it.

"We cannot afford to anger her father," Damian's own father had told him over the phone. It had something to do with the Lazarus Pits, though his father hadn't given him exact details. Secrecy was an integral part of life as an al Ghul. Damian had only been told about the connection to the pools of healing water by his mother. It was always a dangerous game getting information from Talia al Ghul; she only told you what you needed to know in order to achieve her own objectives, and she always had objectives.

"That was intense," Jonathan Kent, on the other hand, never had ulterior objectives. He knew his strengths and his weaknesses – which in itself was a very unique talent that Damian wished more of his head-strong subordinates possessed – one of said weaknesses, in comparison to Damian, was strategy, both short-term and long-term. The two boys had made a secret pact many years ago that they would stick together no matter the circumstances. Jon would always accept Damian's orders and Damian could always plan to have Jon by his side. He didn't of course; he had many contingencies for if Jon turned on him or was killed. But he had also never found any evidence that Jon was planning on betraying him – and he looked for signs continuously.

"I don't like magic Damian."

"I know you don't Jon," replied Damian. "It's not exactly my favourite area either. But we've been given an opportunity here. The chance to mould a magic weapon of our own."

Damian's eyes flashed in the direction of Wonder Woman who's facial muscles had twitched slightly at his words. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

Diana's mouth twisted into something akin to a smile.

"Oh," she said. "I think she's going to be the one to mould you little demon spawn."

xxx

Life with mortal teenagers was confusing.

Raven had lived her entire life around demons, who were notoriously mercurial and volatile.

They had nothing on these adolescents.

One minute they were happy, the next they were vindictive, the next they were contrite. There were fights and friendships; lovers and enemies. Such strong emotions and nearly all conflicting! It was giving Raven headaches and she had only been here for a week.

A week she would never forget.

Training – which was mandatory – took place every morning and every evening, and that was only the team exercises, they were each expected to practise with their own powers in their spare time. Raven's previous education had consisted of random demons teaching her random things at random times, sometimes they would show her some magic, sometimes they would simply tell her about the universe. She learnt most things from her father, whom she would travel with as he conquered new worlds. None of her brothers received such attention, a fact they were all too prone to screaming at her when they fought. Yes, Trigon the Terrible definitely exercised favouritism amongst his progeny and Raven definitely came out on top.

Though life in Hell was a constant struggle, it had been difficult in a way completely different to this. Raven had been warned many times that being magically stronger than others did not necessarily mean you would win in a fight against them. Life had not provided any evidence of this however and Raven had happily thought it a totally inaccurate statement. That was, until now.

Every single training session had found her unconscious or badly hurt by the end. If it wasn't an energy blast from Blackfire, it was a punch from Superboy. If she evaded a body-snatching attempt from Jericho, she'd find Rose's boot in her face. If she threw a spell at Aqualad, she would find herself tied by Cass' lasso. And every session, somehow, from somewhere, Damian al Ghul would have her lying flat on her back – and not in a good way.

She could do nothing right apparently. Though Blackfire was the only one who ever actually said it so bluntly.

Despite her frustration with herself, Raven found herself enjoying the company of some of the other members of the team. She got along especially well with Blackfire, the Tamaranean princess exiled from her home planet after a failed coup attempt. The girl was bitter and angry and had a sharp, cruel tongue that often bruised egos and wounded prides.

Rose Wilson was also fun to be around with her tendency to scream imaginative threats at others and her furious blades often reducing walls and furniture to ribbons. Rose's brother on the other hand was boring as fuck. Raven would have thought that the boy with a great big scar across his throat would be more intense, but no, he was quite passive and just … unhappy.

Another disappointment was Wonder Girl. Never had Raven fantasised about killing someone so much. A meek, quiet girl, at least Cass knew that she was a pathetic waste of skin. The only thing she any use for was allowing Damian al Ghul to fuck her brains out every night. Raven had found out about their … relationship from Blackfire, who had noticed the demon's attraction to their devilishly handsome leader and had taken great delight in telling her.

Raven couldn't understand it; it made no sense. Damian was cold and logical and ruthless; Raven had never met anyone who could be so callous to his own comrades, and she was including her father in that comparison. He had absolutely no time for fun or jokes or anything apart from work and training. So why in Trigon's name was Raven constantly finding him kissing Cass, or dragging the pathetic lump up to his room? It couldn't be affection could it? She still wasn't able to read his emotions, but even so…it just didn't fit.

Raven on the other hand, Raven could offer him so much. Ever since their first meeting, she couldn't get him off her mind. It was the danger, she had decided, that attracted her to him. That cold, absolute certainty they shared that he could kill Raven with his bare hands in less than an instant. She'd never been around anyone as naturally threatening as him. Whenever he entered a room, the rest of the team stood to attention, no matter what they were currently doing. Respect like that had to be earned. Especially from someone like Raven who had steadfastly refused to follow the other's example … for about a day. That lesson still had its marks on Raven; she sometimes wondered if her ribs would ever be completely bruise-free again.

The fact that Raven's object of desire was ignoring her in favour of the Wonder C**t had absolutely nothing to do with Raven's hatred of the girl. Nothing at all.

"That was pathetic," spat Damian, disgustedly.

Raven winced at the venom in his voice. She knew she had done poorly, but she had at least improved on yesterday.

From her position, lying on the ground of the arena, Raven glared up at her 'leader'.

Damian returned her glare with a look of contempt.

"I thought you were supposed to be a demon," he said. "That time in front of the tower, when you transformed, I thought that you'd be an asset to this team. Clearly I was wrong."

Raven winced; she couldn't help herself. She had no comeback to those words. No one had ever made her feel so small and pathetic in her life. Anger she could handle, but the pure disgust in Damian's words hurt her where she lived: her pride.

Screw that, she thought. She'd show him! Sucking in a deep breath, Raven battled her instinct to remain on the ground and staggered to her feet, determinedly ignoring her bruised abdomen.

She felt a flash of satisfaction as Damian raised a delicate eyebrow at her action. Raven could have even sworn that there was a small nod of approval. And then his foot plunged devastatingly into her gut.

xxx

"So,"

Damian gritted his teeth; he was not in the mood for this, he decided as he heard his friend's footsteps hurrying to catch up.

"Who's got a crush on the new girl then?" Jon's eyes were lit with so much excitement that Damian could have used them to light a darkened room.

"What are you talking about Jon?" he asked, exasperated.

"Didn't your mom ever tell you why little boys pull little girls hair?" Jon asked, teasingly.

"To gain better access to their throats." Came the deadpan response.

Jon faltered for a moment as he processed his friend's word before clicking his tongue impatiently. "Not everything is about assassination you know Damian! Little boys pull the hair of the little girls they like."

Damian sighed. "And?"

"And," grinned Jon. "You have spent the past week torturing Raven."

"I torture everyone on the team, especially the new members; they have to learn or they die." Damian stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the button to call the cart.

"Well, yeah," said Jon. "But this is different. I can tell. You're just … ruthless with her. More ruthless than with the rest of us."

"That's because she has more to learn than the rest of you. The other Titans had all gone through rigorous training before setting a foot into the tower. Little-miss-demon seems to have spent her time sitting on her arse, relying on magic for everything." Argued Damian.

Jon seemed to think about this for a moment. As the lift reached their floor.

"Sure," Jon said eventually as Damian stepped into the metal box. "But I know you Damian. You want her."

"I never said I didn't Jon." Damian smirked as the doors closed on his friend's shocked face.

There was no reason why the half-Kryptonian should be so surprised. Did he think Damian would be too embarrassed or ashamed to admit his desires? Assassins were human. With human bodies and human urges. He had always been taught that trying to fight his natural instincts were a waste of time and energy. Better he act on them and get what he wanted than dithering. His mother had taught him that; if you want something, take it.

She had wanted his father so she had taken him.

Once Damian had reached sexual maturity, his mother had arranged for him to court Cassie. She had been a team mate of his for only a couple of months by then and already he had hated her. But his mother had insisted, and he was pretty sure he knew why. Talia al Ghul needed to be in control of the men in her life, whether it was her husband, her son or her stepson. There was nothing she could do at the moment with Dick's infatuation with Blackfire, but she'd be damned if she allowed her own flesh and blood to be tempted into disobeying her by some strong-willed temptress. So Wonder Girl had been the obvious choice; the girl was terrified of his mother.

Damian had never felt any affection for her but the physical aspects had been fairly satisfactory. Until a week ago. Until he had set eyes upon the most powerful and stunning creature he had seen in his life.

Blood red skin. Evil glowing eyes. Dark cloak billowing unnaturally around her, framing sinful curves under a tight bodice. Wicked lips curved into a cruel smile, showing white, slightly sharp teeth.

The power had washed over him in waves and it had been all he could do to remain calm as those four flame-filled eyes had bored into him, stripping him away until he was nothing more than a naked babe: pink, raw and mewling.

Memories of that morning kept him company in the small hours of the morning while he practised his swordsmanship; and late at night when he studied his academia; and every other moment of his waking and sleeping existence if he was honest with himself.

So why hadn't he just claimed her yet?

He wanted to. Sometimes it was nearly too difficult to resist, especially when she was glaring at him.

But for some reason, some reason even he didn't know. He wanted to tease her more than he wanted to satiate his lust for her.

Maybe it was the seething expression he saw on her face the first time she had caught him kissing Cassie, but he couldn't resist making those stunning eyes darken with jealousy. He must have shown Cass more attention in this one week than he had shown her in the ten or so months they had been 'dating'. All to get those delicious reactions out of his demon.

He wondered how far he would have to push her until she snapped?

xxx

Raven had never been more grateful for her perfect vision than she was at that very moment.

It was an Earthen holiday of some sort and most of the other members of the team were visiting their 'mentors'. Jon and Damian were with their fathers; Kaldur'ahm was with his king; Blackfire and Cass were visiting Wonder Woman – who had greeted Blackfire as a second sister, and Cass as if she was an unpleasant odour – and Rose and Jericho were visiting Talia al Ghul. Apparently, the woman was Damian's mother and a notoriously cold-hearted bitch. Raven was impressed with what she had heard about her but was curious as to why such a woman would spend a week with two teenagers that were not her own children.

In any case, this holiday had left Raven bored and alone in the tower, so the demon had wandered down to the training arena for something to do.

And she had found it.

Raven had thought all her fellow teammates had gone. So, imagine her surprise when the automatic doors had slid open to reveal Damian al Ghul fighting countless simulated assassins. Shirtless.

Raven stared, lips parted slightly as Damian performed an elegant backflip away from a deadly blade, slashing out with his own weapon so quickly that Raven only caught a flash of reflected light before the attacker vanished in a shower of green cubes.

She had no idea how long she had been enjoying the show – it must have been several hours by now – but she still couldn't bring herself to look away or interrupt.

He tensed at the edge of the simulated melee. Raven's glowing eyes clearly detailing the way his perfectly-toned muscles rippled under his skin. How his hands flexed their grip on his katana; how his abdominal muscles quivered slightly; how his back muscles tensed. He reminded her of a big cat when it was hunting – pure physical power contained in a lithe, elegant body; all that strength utilised to create fluid, deadly precise strikes.

Not for the first time, Raven had to clench her thighs together. He was too much sometimes.

Damian dispatched his adversaries with cold, calculated efficiency. And then, the simulation stopped.

Raven blinked in surprise, but apparently Damian had done something to end the training session himself as he stepped out of the arena with no confusion.

The demon straightened up. She didn't care whether he found out she had been watching. In fact, it might be good for him; give him a hint as to her desires. After all, the tower was empty, little miss Wonder C**t was busy being overshadowed by her teammate. It was the perfect time for Raven to stake her claim.

But Damian ignored her completely as he snatched up his water bottle and slung a small towel over his shoulder. It seemed that he was determined not to acknowledge her presence at all as he began walking towards the door, eyes fixed on the narrow slice of light that she was not blocking with her body.

Well, if that's how he wanted to play it…

Raven smirked as she leaned back against the doorframe and, just as he was about to draw level, flung up her leg, placing her foot firmly on the opposite side of the opening.

He came to a calm stop, centimetres from the leg barring his path.

Raven smiled wickedly as his eyes fell onto her pale skin. Those beautiful, breath-takingly green gems travelled down her leg slowly, taking in every inch of her.

The demon's smile slowly faded as she felt long tapered fingers touch her ankle slightly. A warm tingling sensation rushed through her entire body as the assassin slowly ran his hand up her leg leaving a trail of burning flesh in its wake. When he reached her knee he paused for a moment and those incredible eyes flickered to her face.

Raven's breathing, which had reduced to almost nothing, suddenly increased in pace as Damian stepped towards her, hooking his hand under her knee and pulling it with him until he was pressing his entire body against her, her back wedged painfully against the doorframe, her knee practically under her shoulder.

Every inch of her was aflame. Her eyes darted all over his face whist his steadily boring into her.

He leaned down towards Raven and her mind seemed to shut itself down. She could feel his hot breathe against her ear.

"Next time," he said, in his rich, deep, cultured voice. "I'll break it."

He gave her leg a final squeeze and then he was gone.

xxx

Demons couldn't feel embarrassed; it wasn't in their nature. But Raven realised, as she alternated between angry tears and punching the walls, that she must have inherited this useless emotion from her mother.

How could she face him after that?

She had practically offered herself to him on a platter and he had refused!

"Why," Raven grunted as she kicked over the coffee table in the tower's living room.

"Doesn't," she used both hands to send the huge television crashing to the floor.

"He," she used her magic to heave the couch into the air.

"Want me?!" she yelled as she sent the sofa smashing through the bullet-proof glass of the outer wall.

Then she screamed for good measure.

Her hands were shaking, her breathing was erratic and she couldn't hold back the tears of frustration in her eyes.

She was upset and confused and horny as fuck. That bastard was going to…

Raven paused in her rampage momentarily and cocked her head to the side slightly. Something was wrong. There was something she was feeling that didn't chime.

Humour, entertainment, a savage enjoyment. A lustful ache.

She blinked. She was in no way amused at the current situation. Who dared find her anger amusing?

Furiously, she cast about for the source of these emotions and found … Damian?

Raven was so shocked that she forgot what she had been doing.

She was never able to sense Damian's emotions. Not once, not even at close-distance. So why should she now?

And why, she wondered, her anger completely replaced by curiosity, was he so delighted? Was it because of her rage? Because of her reaction to … to …

Oh.

Oh, that bastard!

That little shit!

So, he thought he could tease a demon, did he? He actually had the arrogance, the audacity, to use her desire to torture her?

Raven laughed. It was loud and delighted and full of malice.

Oh, he was going to regret his decision. She was going to reduce him to a quivering mass of wanton desire. She was going to make him beg her for it, on bended knee, in front of the whole team, no in front of the entire Justice League!

Raven's cackle faded slowly; she couldn't believe that Damian had made her believe he wasn't interested in her. She had been questioning herself because of him. It hadn't felt good.

The demon shook her head, dispelling it of those sombre thoughts and filling it with more mischievous ones.

If that human thought he could get away with teasing her then he was sorely mistaken.

xxx

A/N: Another week, another chapter. I hope you guys liked this one. This story started as a couple of scenes in my mind and I just expanded from there. One of those scenes was in this chapter, I wonder if you can guess which one...