Here we go. Part 2/ Chapter 2. I wanted it to be a one-shot but I like what I wrote, and figured I could continue it. Thanks for the reviews! Very inspiring. I've made a stronger effort in checking my grammar, so hopefully that's up to snuff. In response to Iloveyou568 (love the name btw), these characters are the ones from the DC animated universe, specifically the movies Justice League VS Teen Titans and Teen Titans The Judas Contract. Not the Teen Titans Go universe. Dick Grayson at this time is Nightwing, and the current Robin is Damian Wayne. Just wanna help your confusion so that you can hopefully enjoy the story more. Thank you for the encouragement! Once again, thank you to Wolfeternity of DeviantArt for letting me use her amazing work for a cover photo!

Enjoy Part 2 :)

Damian woke up at what he could only guess was around 6:30, as he always did. 6:30 was the perfect time to get up and train, which was again, normal. However, there was something that wasn't normal, why hadn't his alarm gone off? He tried to sit up in order to investigate this.. anomaly. But found that his movement was impeded by something on his heavy on his shoulder. Looking down to see what it was, he was suddenly filled with realization. He remembered what happened earlier that morning, and why everything felt so odd. The object on him, the thing that kept him pinned to the bed, was none other than Raven. Her head specifically, resting with her hand on top of his chest.

"Man I really am groggy in the morning" he whispered to himself, wondering why it took so long for a trained assassin, the son of Batman nonetheless, to become aware of his surroundings. He tried to gently release himself from her grip, being very careful not to wake her up. Training called after all, regardless of how nice it felt to be this close to her. When he was about halfway done his escape, Raven suddenly stirred. She muttered some words then, to Damian's shock, pulled him closer, back to the position they were originally in. After that, she returned to her deep sleep. Damian lay motionless for several minutes after, making sure he had not disturbed her rest. When he was certain she was completely asleep, he wondered if he should try again.

"Ah, well" he concluded, "I guess I could spare one day sleeping in. Not like all my skills will dull down, and I can always train later. Not to mention she looks so peaceful." He slowly brought his hand up and, with utmost care, gently brushed her dark violet hair over her ear.

"So soft, and she really is pretty when she's asleep. Wait, what the hell am I saying?" he snapped at himself, thinking about how it was inappropriate to talk of a close friend that way.

"I'll let her sleep, she needs it. Keeping Trigon locked away is taking its toll." He concluded, using his guise of professionalism to hide the weird feeling in his stomach. The same feeling that he felt when he first asked to stay with Raven for the night, the same feeling he felt just before when he was brushing her hair. The feeling in his stomach that felt both good, but also alien to him.

"No point in thinking about it now" he decided, as he slowly drifted back to sleep, pulling Raven closer to him and wrapping his other arm around her.

"Strictly to make sure she has a comfortable sleep, the Devil's gotta say put." Was his last thought before falling back into slumber.

Raven slowly entered the world of consciousness, and instinctively, moved her left hand to check the crystal on her head.

"Still there." She thought joyfully. Then she realized something, if she had a hand checking the crystal, why were there still two hands in front of her? No wait, three hands, her right hand was holding… another right hand?

"These aren't my hands." Raven groggily concluded. It took her a few seconds, but she finally got the full picture. Those hands belonged to Damian, who was now spooning her. She slowly began remembering everything that lead to this moment.

"Oh Azarath." She said aloud, louder then she wished. She began blushing so hard she probably could've been mistaken to have been in her Daemonic form. Her 'Azarath' was loud however, and it caused Damian to stir.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, what the actual hell am I gonna say to him?" She asked herself. Through her contact with him, she could tell Damian was waking up.

"Good morning Raven, how was your sleep?" Damian suddenly asked.

"Oh um, great thank you. Uh, good morning to you too." She replied, trying not to sound as flustered as she was.

"What's supposed to happen next?" Raven wondered. Turns out neither of them knew the answer to that question, because they both laid together in silence for about 2 minutes. Still in the same spoon position, much to their enjoyment but… awkward discomfort. Finally, Raven made her move. She rolled out of the arms of Damian, and sat up on the bed. Damian followed suit, and they found that they were in the same places they were in during last night's conversation .

"Well," Raven began, "thank you very much Damian, I had a really good sleep for the first time in a while but—"

"Your welcome I did too, oh sorry did I cut you off?" Damian returned.

"Oh ya, it's ok," she continued, scared of what she was about to say next, "but I don't think we should do this again."

"What? Why not?" Damian immediately questioned, his voice a little louder than before.

"Please, don't take that the wrong way. I really enjoyed it, and I'm not over-exaggerating when I say it was the best sleep I've had in awhile." Raven quickly responded, trying to diffuse the situation, "but, I've never done anything like that before, and it's not normal for friends to do that, especially a boy and girl our age. Especially someone like me…"

"Oh, I see, if you say so. As long as you think it won't affect your ability to keep Trigon locked away." Damian said, once again falling behind his mask of 'doing it for the greater good'. Because that's why he did it in the first place, right? But if that was so, why did he feel so... so… disappointed after listening to Raven. He looked up at her, admiring her face that was normally covered by her hood. Once again, that feeling in his stomach came back. What the hell was it?

"I think it's the right decision." Raven finally concluded.

"Very well." Damian replied, the disappointment breaking through his normal, monotone voice. Another round of silence broke over the two, until Raven looked at the time. It was 10:26, the other Titans would have been awake for awhile now, and would soon become curious as to why neither of them had shown up for breakfast yet. So curious that they might come investigate, then what would they say?

"Could you leave Damian? We should probably get to breakfast." Oh Azarath, she didn't mean to sound so abrasive with how she asked that.

"Also I need to change out of my pajamas." She added to mellow it out.

"Oh ya of course." And with that, Damian got up and quickly walked to the door he had previously kicked open. He supposed he must have subconsciously closed it last night, because it was now shut. He opened it, left, and closed it. Making a conscious effort not to let his current mood get the better of him and slam it. Damian decided he'd go straight to breakfast and try to calm down. Realizing how that odd feeling in his stomach, the one he had when he was close to Raven, was replaced with melancholy.

Raven let out a long sigh.

"Well that couldn't have gone worse" She thought to herself, "I'd better head down to breakfast too." She then got off the bed and changed into her normal attire. Once she was dressed, she started making her way the common area. She opened and closed her door, not even realizing that on the way out of her room, she passed Damian's sword.

Voila. Part 2 is done, the current date is July 2nd 2018, and I'm hoping to have part 3 up in about 3 days. Thank you for reading!