Zatanna was gone: dead after interrogation from the Justice League had revealed nothing. Batman had wanted to keep her alive for further questioning, but Superman had taken her head off with his heat-vision; he hated magic and hadn't wanted an iota of chance for her to escape.

Raven didn't care, she was glad even; relieved that her sleepless nights were over and joyful that she could keep her food down once more. Life was generally better for her apart from one thing: Damian.

The young heir to the League of Assassins was ignoring her almost completely, only acknowledging her existence during team exercises.

Raven couldn't blame him. She was disgusted with her actions that night and so, clearly, was he.

Weak, pitiful … she had actually cried! The Assassin had been a gentleman about it, had even carried her to her room in her emotional state, but he seemed to have lost all interest in her sexually.

He didn't even train with her on the roof anymore. As soon as she had regained her health, Raven had resumed her usual morning activities but she had found herself alone which, for some reason, made Raven feel worse than anything else. She hadn't realised how much she had grown to liking their time alone together talking, making fun of the others and venting about their parents. Now that it was gone, Raven felt alone in the Tower.

Damian was angry with her; she could tell, despite the fact she couldn't read his emotions, she just knew it for a fact. His entire body screamed it at her every time they were in a room together; the clenched fists, the tightened jaw muscles, the determined lack of eye-contact. She didn't need her empathic abilities to understand his feelings.

Even now, when he was supervising the Titan's training, he was pointedly ignoring her.

"Where were you aiming that star-bolt Blackfire; I'm standing right here, not ten feet that way. Superboy, if I have to remind you one more time to use codenames whilst in costume, I'm going to get some Kryptonite glue and shut your mouth permanently. Jericho I could have killed you about a hundred times already and we're only seven minutes into the fight, get your head out of your ass!"

Raven ducked as Aqualad flew over her head having just been hit by the percussion blast of one of Damian's bombs. She flew at the Titan's leader, keeping low to the ground and using copious amounts of dark smoke as cover. She managed to get within ten inches of him, and actually thought she had taken him by surprise, when the blade of his sword pierced her side. She dissolved into darkness as soon as she felt the cold metal slice easily into her flesh. That, she thought bitterly as she retreated into the shadows, was going to hurt once she regained solidity.

Sure enough, as soon as she reformed her body, she had to grit her teeth to prevent herself from screaming in pain. Why had he done that? He didn't usually go that far during training. Sure, he was brutal, but bruises and maybe a couple of broken bones had been as far as he had gone in the past. She could have died from that attack if she hadn't reacted so quickly and dissolved into shadow. But then again, Damian never did anything, even – no, especially – in battle without having thought it and its consequences through ten times. He knew he wouldn't kill her, but still … that level of violence had been unusual and unwarranted.

And Raven was not the type of girl to take it!

"What the fuck was that for, you dick?" she yelled across the training room.

At once, all activity stopped. Everyone turned to stare at Raven, shocked. Everyone except Damian who, for the first time in weeks, met her eyes, with a blank stare.

"You fucking stabbed me," she screamed. "Why?"

"It's training Raven," he said in a monotone completely devoid of any feeling. "I reacted like any enemy would have at that sloppy attack."

"You didn't stab anyone else!" she seethed as she clutched at her side, attempting to stem the flow of black blood seeping from the wound.

"No one else has been pissing me off like you have!" Damian screamed back at her.

Raven blinked in shock. She could feel the embarrassment from the rest of the Titan's hitting her in waves and she found herself blushing in response, but she refused to break eye-contact with the Assassin.

"Ever since you got here it's been a constant battery of shit from you," he continued, his brilliant green eyes flashing angrily. "If you're not being too lazy to train, you're attacking your teammates in childish temper tantrums; and when you're not disrespecting me and my authority, you're making feeble attempts at seduction."

Raven felt light headed, her breaths were coming in short, shaking pants. Her teammates were shifting around uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at her or Damian.

"The only reason I have tolerated this behaviour over the past few months is because my father gave me the task of training you. I have never failed to follow orders and I'm not about to start now because of some spoiled princess who can't keep it in her pants!"

He paused and took several deep breaths.

"Go to your room, demon," he said, icily calm once again. "You're confined to your quarters until further notice."

Raven stared at him. Embarrassment, delight and vicious pleasure seemed to assault her from the other people in the room.

For the first time since she arrived, Wonder Girl was looking her in the eyes, a smug smirk of satisfaction plastered on her narrow face.

It was too much. Raven opened a portal to her room and staggered through it. She managed to close the swirling purple vortex behind her before collapsing onto her bed and clutching her side once again.

So, she had been right; that night with the pure magician had been the last straw. Damian al Ghul thought she was weak and pathetic.

Maybe he was right, but she still had her pride damn it. If he didn't want her anymore, then she'd just have to prove to him that she'd lost all interest in him too.

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He had gone too far.

Damian never regretted anything. Assassins didn't regret. What's done is done; no point moping about it.

Even so, there was a leaden, almost queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach after he humiliated her so publicly. He hadn't actually meant to go as far as he had but his anger, ever simmering just below boiling point these days, had just overflown and he had taken it out on the girl who, in his mind, was responsible for his current predicament. For the few months she had been here, he had been distracted and sloppy, he had allowed his training to take a back seat to his libido and he couldn't get his mind to focus on the important tasks in his life. Every time he wanted to concentrate, her face popped into his head: either with alabaster skin and brilliant viridian eyes, or with a blood-red complexion and four flaming eyes.

He wasn't the same person he was before and he had blamed her for it, ridiculous as that was. He was a teenager, he was a healthy, heterosexual male, of course he wasn't going to be oblivious to the allures of the opposite sex forever.

It had been almost a week since her confinement and, so far, she had obeyed his orders, not setting a foot out of her room. Kaldur'ahm had been taking her meals but apart from that, Damian had allowed her her solitude.

How could he have done this to her? She was hurting and broken and it was all his fault! The look on her face before she had fled through the portal, it had made him regret his actions instantly. He had wanted to call after her, to rush up to her room and beg for forgiveness instantly, but he was the leader of the Teen Titans; he couldn't afford to show empathy, he couldn't afford to care.

Why did he care?

He shouldn't care. He shouldn't give a shit about the feelings of some teenage girl! Hell, he should have just fucked her the moment he'd felt the slightest inclination to do so. But no, he had had to start playing his little game. Had to start teasing her. Had to start meditating with her in the mornings, had to start talking to her, joking with her, enjoying her company.

And now he was going to do something he had never done before in his life – apologise.

He was just about to round the corner to the corridor where her room was, when he heard a sound ahead of him.

Damian paused, listening intently. It came again, a low moan but this time it was followed by a breathy chuckle. A woman's chuckle.

Damian peered around the corner. The sight that met his eyes instantly filled him with a fury like no other.

Raven stood, back pressed against the wall, while Klarion leaned into her. The witch boy had his hands placed on the wall either side of Raven's head while his head was bent down, seemingly resting on her shoulder. He was panting heavily as Raven, smiling wickedly with her lower lip trapped between her teeth moved her hand up and down on Klarion's length which was free of his fly.

Anther deep moan rang out as Klarion moved his head to kiss Raven up and down the column of her throat. She let out a small groan of her own as she tiled her head to give him better access.

It was at that moment that her eyes met Damian's.

Raven's amethyst eyes twinkled with glee and she slowly and deliberately licked her lips. She gave a particularly hard squeeze and Klarion cried out in pained pleasure.

Damian stood there, rooted to the spot. How dare he? How dare he even think about touching something that so clearly belonged to Damian?

He was so overwhelmed he could barely think straight. His head was buzzing as anger and hatred and possessiveness coursed throughout his entire body.

Raven was his and his alone! That witch freak was going to pay. He, Damian, was going to show the world what happened when someone had the audacity to touch what was his!

Raven gasped, her eyes – still locked on his – widened and her pupils dilated. Damian observed that a slight shiver had consumed her.

Empathic.

But hadn't she always said that he kept his emotions hidden so well she couldn't sense them? Well, let her sense just how much trouble she was in!

With a breath, Damian let down his mental defences. He let all of his jealous rage drown Raven and he was savagely satisfied to see the shock, and slight fear, in her eyes as his emotions overwhelmed her.

She gaped at him before biting her lip and clenching her thighs.

And Damian fully understood. This feeling of absolute possession he had over her, turned her on. Even when she was with another man, even without touching her, Damian had the ability to bring her to euphoria.

He smirked cruelly as he injected all his feelings of desire and lust into the emotional cocktail and watched as it crashed into her. Eyes wide, mouthing silently, she stared right back into Damian's eyes as she began squirming in place.

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This was not fair.

Oh fuck.

Shit.

This was cheating. He wasn't supposed to do this. He was supposed to be a closed book. How the hell had he been keeping this much emotion hidden from her?

Oh, shit!

Such a delicious mix of dominance and possessiveness and yes, of course she was his! How could she have ever thought there was any question about that? How could she have taken his frustrated words the other week to be representations of the truth?

Gods.

He was so angry, angry at the man who dared touch her, angry because she was his and his alone. Only he was allowed to touch her; and she was only allowed to touch him.

Lights had started flashing before her eyes, obscuring everything but his eyes, so beautiful and terrible.

And …

And …

Raven found her end. Mouth agape in a silent scream.

Only it wasn't silent, a deep grunting groan had sounded and it took Raven a moment, eyes still glued to Damian's triumphant ones, to realise just what had happened. Klarion had found his end too.

She felt the witch boy moan quietly as he kissed Raven's collarbone and then trailed kisses up her neck and across her cheek to her mouth. He kissed her deeply, utterly failing to notice either Raven's clear afterglow or the fact that her eyes and mind were completely captured by another man.

"That was amazing," he murmured in that screeching voice of his.

"It was, wasn't it?" She still hadn't taken her eyes off Damian.

"So, you want a little something yourself?"

Klarion's hands began sliding down her body.

A thrill of anger, as sharp and deadly as a knife's edge stabbed through the air. Raven felt her body begin to ache again.

Raven broke her eyes away from Damian in order to look back at the man she had just pleasured.

"I don't have any more time today," she smirked, making frantic hand movements behind his back. She sensed a vague feeling of disappointment from Klarion, but the fading anticipation of a fight made her pretty certain that the Assassin had retreated back out of sight. "Maybe some other time."

"I can't wait," breathed the witch as he kissed Raven once more, before zipping himself back up and reaching towards the door beside her.

"Sorry about that Teekl," crooned Klarion. "I just needed some alone time with Raven."

The cat meowed loudly.

Her mind still fuzzy, Raven summoned fistfuls of Hellfire to evaporate any foreign substances from her hands.

"Useful," commented Klarion.

Why wasn't he leaving? She just wanted him gone!

"I guess," she sighed. "I'll see you soon Klarion, bye Teekl," a contented purring filled the air as Raven give the cat a farewell scratch behind the ears. He really was a beautiful creature, shame his master was such a whiney shit.

She stayed long enough to see her guests into the elevator, before striding back down the hallway towards the corner where Damian was still boiling with anger.

Raven saw his jaw clench and his eyes narrow as he watched her come towards him. There was an unadulterated and undirected fury emanating from him. But Raven ignored all that as she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply.

Fireworks could not even begin to describe it. She had never had a kiss like it. There was so much passion and longing and desire and desperation in it that she felt light headed, even as he clutched her close to him. She felt a perfect fit in his arms their lips moved over each other. He tasted of cinnamon and sugar and other spices she couldn't quite place.

After an eternity, she pulled away.

"Just so you know," Raven breathed in his ear. "I am yours as soon as you claim me."

She moved to turn down the corridor when she felt a hand enclose her arm in an iron grip. Raven came to a halt, staring ahead of her as Damian pressed himself against her back.

She shivered as his other hand brushed her hair behind her shoulder and he bent down to kiss her neck.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his soft lips and warm tongue caress her skin and she let out a smile as she felt teeth press gently against her throat.

She tilted her head back to grant him easier access and he took advantage, trailing sloppy kisses and love bites as his mouth moved towards her face.

"That," breathed Damian. "Was never in question." With that, he took her hand and lead her back down the corridor towards her bedroom.

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A/N: Just so you know, this story began as that scene with Klarion and Raven, the rest evolved from there. I actually like Klarion and it seems right to me that he would be attracted to Raven, though she is and forever will be (in my mind at least) destined for Damian.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. As always, feedback would be greatly appreciated.

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