A/N: This is my first fanfiction. I come up with strange ideas. This will probably be an ongoing story. Review if you want, I'm not going to press for them. No flames, si'l vous plait.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. I don't own the word 'Muggle'. I DO own the plot, Doom, Gwendolyn, and Liam.

For now, in the darkness, in the silence, under the moonlight…she was his. Her pale skin glimmered in the milky starlight, the pearly slope of her chest gently rising and falling as she breathed with him. Her eyes, so deep and emerald, fluttered shut lightly as she lay beside him, her slender arms behind her head. Her long violet hair felt like silk beneath his fingertips as he wound a single strand around and around his finger. A delicate smile came to her lips, a smile so rare that his heart gave an excessively hard thump as he saw it grace her features.

For now, in the shadows of the night, high above the city, on a pedestal surrounded by water…he was hers. His steely grey eyes, warm and sparkling, never left the stars above them. One of his muscled arms pillowed his head, the other draped behind her, his fingers tangled in her hair. The events of that morning did not matter so long as they were isolated from everyone else, so long as they could be in the quiet.

Away from the stares, away from the hushed and worried whispers, away from the gentle touches that, though they were meant to be soothing, were more patronizing than anything. Away from the bustle, away from the adults that were so concerned and in disarray, away from their friends who had no idea what to do anymore… For now, things were alright, and nothing else seemed to matter.

When it would be time for them to return, however, to ease their way back into the bustle of the tower, they would lose each other again. Things would go back to how they were, how he would get under her skin just to see if she'd resort to violence, how she would bring him to his knees with her wit and her sarcasm just because she could. They were the best of friends, but the worst pair of people to put in a room together. They loved each other, but they hated each other. It was a particular bond, a bond seen only once before, a bond that could only thrive in the dark and the quiet.

But for now, he was content, and she was safe, curled up by his side. Her face was even paler than usual as she lay guilt-stricken and very nearly traumatized. He sighed and tightened his arm around her shoulders, giving her a comforting squeeze.

Her soft and steady voice broke the silence, formulating a question that he knew would have been asked before long. "She's okay, right?"

He sighed, ruefully closing his eyes against the newfound bitterness and fear in the air. "Gwen, your mother's fine. She healed herself as well as she always does."

Silence again. She caught her bottom lip between her fangs nervously, her eyes flashing open again to study the dark shadows that were clouds rolling above them. "Doom?" Her voice wasn't as steady now, more strained and distressed than before. "Do you think I'll ever-"

"Gwendolyn Azara Logan." His hand disappeared from her hair and he sat up, looking down at her sternly. Taken aback, she could only stare up at him in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth open, having been interrupted midsentence. "Yes, you will get your powers. Eventually. You have to stop being so…so…"

"Depressing?" Her pale lips twitched into a sad smile as she looked up at him, arching a brow. "Self-deprecating? Annoying? Sickening?"

Doom laughed quietly, running his claws up and down her arm soothingly, averting his gaze back to the full moon. "I wouldn't go that far. You just need to have patience. You heard what your father said."

Gwendolyn deepened her voice in a mock imitation of her father and said, "'Don't worry until your mother starts to worry. Then run like Hell, 'cause someone's going to get hurt.'" She grinned in spite of herself, propping herself up on her elbows. "Yeah, I know. I just can't help but to wonder…"

"What if you're stuck as a Muggle for the rest of your life?" Though Gwendolyn wasn't looking at him, she was positive that there was a smirk on Doom's face. She had to fight back a laugh at his words, shoving his arm playfully.

"A Muggle? Really?"

His shoulders shook with silent laughter at the exasperation in her voice. "Oh, Gwendolyn," he said with a sigh. "If only you were a witch."

"I hate you," she growled, reaching up and pinching his cheek rather roughly. He gasped and massaged his cheek furiously.

"Um, ow!" he said loudly, turning around to glare down at her. "That hurt, Gwen! Easy, will you? Jeepers, maybe you won't need powers, just pinch them to death. Do you have fingers of steel or something? Jesus… Am I bleeding?!"

Giggling, she made to pinch him again, stating childishly, "I pinch!" To this, he jumped to his feet and backed away, making the sign of the cross as if to ward her off.

"The Hell you do!" he exclaimed. "I think a part of my face is missing, my lord, I hope they never let you around any cute babies or anything…"

By now, Gwendolyn was flat on her back laughing, her arm over her eyes as tears of mirth trickled down her cheeks. Though she knew he was only overreacting to take her mind off of the day's events, she had to give him credit for how easily he could distract her. As she calmed down, she looked over to Doom and saw him standing above her, grinning broadly. He offered her his hand and she took it gratefully, pulling herself to her feet. Almost diminutive in comparison to Doom's height, her head not even reaching his shoulder, he took great pleasure in wrapping one arm about her and pulling her to his chest. Another comforting squeeze, a thankful grin from the girl, and it was as if she had never been troubled.

The door to the roof creaked open behind them and they turned, greeted by the lanky and pale form of Liam Stone. His freckled face was wary as he approached the pair, especially after spotting the protective glare that had come across Doom's face. "They want to see you," Liam said quietly, looking nearly as frightened as Gwendolyn felt.

He did not say who 'they' was, but both Doom and Gwendolyn had a very powerful hunch. Wordlessly, Liam came over to Gwendolyn's other side and, feeling a bit more relaxed, she inhaled deeply. "Okay."

And she was no longer his, and he was no longer hers. The moment they crossed that threshold, they would be back to their old games. Like a fox chasing a rabbit, it would begin. Though, with Doom's arm tight around her shoulders and the looming presence of the scolding and the chastising that was to come, she prayed that maybe they could belong to each other for just a little while longer.