[DamiRae AU] Daughter of Trigon
A little drabble. Just an idea of this AU.
It is said that Damian Al Ghul was a scary man. Of course, those who have met him or even just heard of him, would think so. And yet clearly, they have not met his lover, Raven.
Damian Al Ghul's head laid on top of the lap of a woman in white robes. Her hood down and her long black hair is softly being blown by the wind, this was Raven. But the pair was surrounded by homes in flames. Purple flames lick the buildings and trees that surrounded them.
Her white robes and Damian's black with gold stealth outfit was an interesting contrast to the purple flames and the night sky- to Raven it was- lovely.
The screams of the people fleeing the fire around them inaudible to Raven, as she caresses her lover's face.
"I told them, haven't I? If anything were to happen to you, I will level this entire planet." She whispers as she heals him. Damian regaining more consciousness, vaguely aware of the burning inferno surrounding them.
The night sky seemed to have a purple hue to it, as his eyes met the violet eyes of his lover.
"You have to stop this fire, Raven." He faintly whispered, and she narrowed her eyes.
She pulls his head closer to her head and she sighs. And with that a ripple through the air came from Raven, and the fire was extinguished.
"I have told them, that if anything were to happen to you, they will regret it." And her lips met his, and Damian's weakened hand regained some strength to caress her face.
"And people say that they should fear me if something were ever happen to you. Clearly they haven't met you, beloved." Damian simply replied as he sat up and she pulled away.
"No, they clearly haven't." Her eyes glowing red.
[DamiRae AU] Marks: Teaser
Preference
Raven laid under Damian with her right forearm a top her head. While her left hand was resting on her sternum. Her pink lips were agape as soft pants pass through her slightly swollen lips. Her bare chest heaving up and down.
Her violet eyes were in a daze as she looks at the man before her. His body well maintained. His hands on either side of her breast. His skin was like caramel, sweat trickling down his bare chest with so many different types of scars all over his body.
His right arm was filled with tattoos. She recalled him explaining quite vaguely what each one meant. And she would trace her fingers on each tattoo as he spoke of them. The two didn't know much about each other's past, and him even mentioned what each tattoo meant to him was almost half of what she knows of him.
Raven lifts up her left hand and traces the tattoos on his right wrist and went up his shoulder. As she did that, Damian leaned closer to her jaw and left kisses there and began painstakingly going down slowly to her sternum. Her left hands reach the back of his neck and her right-hand tracing Damian's abdominal muscles. She could feel the texture of the scar he got from a sword under her finger tips.
"I'm thinking of getting a tattoo." She whispered which made Damian pull away from his recent kiss on her collar bone.
He looks down at her with etched eyebrows for a moment and resumed where he left off. Before his lips could meet her skin, Raven gently pushed his face away with her left hand on his jawline.
"Do you not like the idea?" She inquired looking up at him. For a moment she saw the hesitation on his face and then he buried his face on the nook of her left shoulder. He tilts his head up to her ear.
"It's not that I don't like the idea." He whispered deeply into her ear and then pulled away completely to gaze at her body. She has always been alluring to him, especially like this.
Naked. With the lights on so that he may admire her entire beauty.
His right index and middle finger, barely touch the skin of her left jaw, down to her neck to the space between her breasts. "Skin so white and without blemish." And his calloused hand rest just below her stomach.
To Raven his appraising gaze was scorching. His touch putting her on edge. A desire had been relit with his nonchalant response and actions.
"I have to admit, when your underneath me," His right-hand slips under her waist and he raises her a bit, and he leaned to suck the skin under her right breast, near her sternum. "With your unblemished skin as white as snow and as soft as silk. I can't deny it drives me mad with lust." He caresses the red spot he created on her right breast with his left hand.
"Like a clean sheet of paper that only I can draw on." He muttered as he kissed and sucked and nibbled on the skin around her collarbone and chest. A raspy exhale escapes Raven's lips.
Raven holds Damian's right wrist tightly. It was strong enough to alarm Damian and make him stop with his current tasks. He looks up at her from over her chest, and she gazed down at him.
Ravens left fingers caress Damian alluringly on his right arm. And Raven could see the desire in her lover's eyes. A small smile forms on her lips as she continues to move up his arm filled with tattoos.
He sets her back down and pulled up to silently look down on her, waiting for what she has to say. Damian knew his lover had something to say but he lets her run her fingers through his body, patiently waiting.
He wasn't sure if she knew just how much her actions was igniting him.
"Your tattoos," She says breathlessly, Damian's eyes narrowed at her lips. "They have a story that enchants me. And your scars," She traces his scars under the fingertips of her right hand while her left hand holds his upper right arm.
"Some mended well that you can't feel them but are seen, and others leave a certain texture under my hands. And your calloused hands brushing against my skin," her left hand on the back of his neck and her right hand now behind his head as she gently pulls his head closer to her.
"I don't think you know how intoxicating it is." She kisses him gently and before she pulls away bit his lower lip playfully. Their eyes locked as he gave a low guttural growl and a soft smile forms on her lips.
"When I get to push you down and lay a top you, as I trace your scars, I wonder how a strong man would lay unmoving underneath such a small frame." And she moves her lips near his right ear.
"That thought makes me pretty horny too." She admitted as she blew into his ear, and he buried his face on her neck as he nibbled away.
"It seems like we've developed a preference." Raven mumbled as she allows herself to be swept with the reignited pleasure she was feeling.
"I guess we like being on top." Raven chuckled. And Damian sucked on the tender skin on her neck.
"Then it's good we take turns." He says and then kisses his new mark on her.
~.~.~.~.~
Raven was walking towards the kitchen counter in her black laced underwear, with a really thin, old off-white shirt that left her left shoulder bare. The shirt was short enough that any small movements would show her butt cheeks.
And walking into the sight of Raven just casually bending slightly on the counter with her butt cheeks showings, made Damian stop for a moment. A sly smile on his lips.
He approaches her quietly, Raven unaware of Damian at all. She pulls away from the counter and stands properly and stretches her neck to the right. She suddenly felt familiar strong arms around her waist and a head resting on her left shoulder.
"Damian." She chuckled as she pulls her head up.
"Hey, beautiful." He greeted, his voice a little too low for Raven's liking. He started kissing her neck, and she raised her left hand to caress his head.
"I can't Damian." She sighs and tried to pull away, but instead he spun her to face him and she couldn't help but giggle.
"Why not?" He pouted, and she leaned her forehead against him.
"Because I have an early class tomorrow." She gave him a peck on the lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. And they kissed for a minute.
Raven couldn't help but moan and gently pushed on his chest weakly. But he felt the soft pressure and pulled away. She was panting softly.
"But that hasn't stopped us." He says matter-of-factly, and she smiled at him lovingly.
"I have an exam." She turns around to face the laptop on the counter, his arms still around her waist as he rest his chin on her left shoulder.
"Alright." He mumbles looking over her reading material. He kisses her shoulder and says that it looks simple enough. And she turned her head at him.
"You say that because you literally can learn anything in such a short-given amount of time!" And he chuckles hearing her complain.
"Alright, I won't disturb you." He says pulling away, his right hand still on her hip. Before he can let her go fully, Raven caught his hand on her hip with her right hand.
"Well, I suppose- a little break won't hurt anyone." She mumbles a small blush on her face, and Damian laughed whole-heartedly.
"Can't resist me, huh?" He says and she takes a step forward so that their faces were just an inch away.
"We haven't seen each other for a few days." She whispers, her expression darkening as she stares at his lips.
"Sorry..." He mumbles, as he cups her face with his right hand and used his free one to close the laptop.
"Wouldn't want anyone to see..." He continues to mumble, Raven's left hand already under his shirt. And she couldn't wait anymore and kisses him and he kisses back. When she pulled away, he took the chance to ask.
"Did you decide on getting a tattoo?" Both her hands now under his shirt, on top of his abs. Her right hand had hooked his shirt up by the space between her thumb and index finger. She stops and pulled away to look up at his face and gave him an enchanting smile. She stood on her tippy tones and looked like she was about to kiss him.
"I only really love tattoos on you." She answered back as she runs her hands up to his pecs along with his shirt. And he made everything easier for her by removing his shirt himself.
[DamiRae AU] The Demon's Head
Damian Al Ghul for a moment was a hero. And in that time that he was a hero, naturally he would meet other heroes.
That was how he met her.
His Raven.
He would describe her as a very graceful woman. She was quiet, kind, generous and lovely. Despite her name sounding as if it should belong to a lonely person or an unkind being, she was none of these. But her name did befit her origins. In the sense that she is the daughter of a being synonymous to satan; and of intergalactic alien origin, the conqueror of worlds. Therefore, the name Raven as ominous as it was, befit her well, and yet also- not so well.
But that was the thing, he was only a hero for only a moment. That moment was all that mattered, since—after all, that was how he met her. As she continued on her heroic path, he returned to what he knew to be right as a child, the path of darkness.
He took upon himself, the name Al Ghul, a name synonymous to a demon, and he used it well. And thus, Damian Al Ghul was reborn anew, he became the Demon's Head. The name became associated to a cruel, cruel man. But he changed the ways of his organization, and tread very, very strictly on a grey line. And in doing so, he keeps his Raven. And remember it well and do not forget, he only stays on that grey line to keep her by his side.
And if anything were to happen to his beloved Raven, he will cross to the darkness before one could even blink his own eyes, and will burn everything and anything in his path with his bare hands.
So, make no mistake by taking his Raven away or you will live a life even more painful than death. For Damian Al Ghul has a league of assassin as his army, who are extremely loyal to him. And him alone.
Killing for him was as easy as dropping a needle on a hay stack.
Damian Al Ghul, the leader of the league of assassins, stood inside his throne room made of beautiful marble in ivory and gold. The sun high up in the sky, its light entering the space so blindingly. The sunlight weaves through the pillars and mashrabiya* leaving beautiful intricate patterns on the marble floors. The sunlight helped give an illusion of brightness and happiness and warmth to the chamber.
Damian was facing his throne, his back against the door as he read the papers he was holding with his right hand. His left hand resting against his back, atop his green cape. He was wearing his black with gold uniform and armor with a green cape in contrast to the almost white room. And with his cold facial expression one would be reminded, that all the sunlight was giving after all, was just an illusion of warmth.
Damian Al Ghul was not kind at all. But of course, there is an exception to the rule.
The door suddenly opened with a burst and a loud bang, and Damian's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. He had strictly told them that he shouldn't be disturbed unless necessary. He coaxed himself thinking that it had to be an emergency. With narrowed eyes he tilts his head a bit to the left to acknowledge the presence of the intruder.
"My Lord!" A man in an all-black suit says hurriedly as he kneels on the floor with a thud. His left leg against the floor while the other propped up to let his right arm rest on top. His head bent toward the floor.
"What is it that you have to report?" His enunciation of every word unhurried and heavy. Damian could hear the gulp from his poor frightened little underling. Even if said underling was twenty meters away.
"It's—it's the Lady." The poor man could barely say. And even though the sun was high up in the sky, and that it's light shone brightly in the room, making the chamber look as if it was glittering, it became cold. So cold, that both people seemed frozen in place, but the poor underling was the one fighting his shivers.
"What about the Lady?" Damian asked a little too clearly, that the poor subordinate could only kneel on both knees, bend his body and rested his forehead against his hands that was now on the floor. At this point, Damian turned slowly, as his green eyes landed on the man in black.
"What about the Lady?" He repeated even more slowly than the last. And Damian saw his assassin shiver in fear.
"She-she has been missing for a few days, and we searched for her—but—but—she is nowhere to be found." He reported as calmly as he could. The subordinate thought the room couldn't possibly get any colder than it already was, but he was wrong. The moment he finished his report, he was kneeling there in pure horror, he was sure he will die today.
"It seems that my league of assassin who are supposed to be like a shadow, cannot protect their lady in the shadow." It was spoken slowly that it was certain: that this was the calm before the storm. "It seems that my league of assassins lack training." He concluded.
"You cannot even track down your lost lady, why do I even keep any of you!" Damian's voice echoed through the chambers; his fury clear. And yet, anyone who knew their lord, would know that was not the full extent of his anger.
No, it really wasn't.
"Lady Shiva!" He summoned and instantly a woman with black hair up to her neck in red appeared beside the kneeling assassin.
"It seems that you have been lax in training the league." He tells her and as she bends her torso to bow. Before she could start with her apologies, he continued on. "Prepare the top ten men in the league, and have them follow me. We will look for the lady." He started walking down his throne.
"No, in fact, I will be looking for her. And if you so choose to have people follow me then so be it." He said when his eyes landed on Lady Shiva as he approached them, the assassin up on his feet, his head bent low as to be respectful to their Lord.
"When I find Raven, I hope my league's errors would be corrected. But that would be wishful thinking, won't it, Lady Shiva? I will personally see to their training when I return." Lady Shiva and the assassin gave way to their Lord.
"Of course, my Lord." She mutters as he completely disappears.
~.~.~.~.~
Damian held a woman in blood stained and dirt-filled white robes on his arms. Her face had cuts and bruises and she looked so weak and small against his shoulder. When he looks down at her injured face, there was a softness in his glance. A gentleness unbefitting of the Demon's Head.
But as gentle as he was as he held her, the scene behind him was not. Orange flames flickered as he walks out from the heat and the building calmly.
"I want anyone who is even remotely related to this tracked down, and I want them tortured." He said so calmly as he held the woman he loves in his arms. His gentle glance has become cold as he looks at his subordinates in front of him. The crunch of green grass under his feet as he continued on into the night that was illuminated by the orange flames behind him.
"If done well enough, then maybe I won't be so strict when I train you all. Prove that you all aren't so useless after all." His tone stone cold.
The gentleness from before must have been an illusion. Because this was the Damian Al Ghul, they all love, respected and oh-so-feared.
"Of course, my Lord." One replied with a bow.
"No." They pause as they wait for Damian's final instructions. "Keep the master mind alone, I would love to capture and torture them myself." And the shadows that was surrounding him disappeared. Raven stirred in his arms, against his chest.
"Damian?" She called out weakly. And he stood frozen as he took a peek eagerly at the woman in his arms. "They didn't know." She mumbles and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes on her. She means that it wasn't the Justice League's fault.
"They didn't know it was going to be a trap." She tried to keep her head a float.
"And look at the price you had to pay." He said bitterly as he sneered a little and continued walking to the jet.
"I—" She couldn't even say anything to defend the Justice League, because she felt the turmoil in Damian. How could she defend the Justice League knowing what he was feeling?
"I didn't mind that you wanted to continue being a hero. I would not take that from you." He sets her down inside the jet. "And I know that you know this to be true, I only stay in between good and bad for you. If you are taken out of the equation, I have no qualms in being the Demon's Head, in its truest sense. But you choose to love me, despite of who I am. And I will not have any one harm you. Less others think that the Demon's head is weak."
"You are not a bad person, my love." She replied, as she cups his cheek. He closes his eye and places a hand over hers. He opens his eyes and meets her violets irises.
"But I can be, if I am without you." He whispered so gently as his forehead laid against hers. The words completely true. They stay like that for a minute in silence, and he pulls away.
"You shall stay in Nanda Parbat as you recuperate. I will inform the Justice League." He stares at her sternly but she does not refuse him and he turns away from her.
The Justice League has been quite cautious about Raven. They knew of her relationship with the leader of the League of Assassins. And what the risk of putting her in imminent danger would mean considering Damian's nature. Therefore, Raven was treated as if she was glass and yet, also fire.
"I begged them to give me the mission." She said softly, she took note of Damian's body twitching but she had to continue on. "After you left, and made a name for yourself as the new Demon's Head, they were uncertain of where my loyalties lie." She found it difficult to talk due to her injuries, but she had enough strength to heal herself a bit, to keep herself conscious and stop internal bleeding. And so Raven did, as she continued on.
"And then you made a point to show that you were not like your predecessor. And yet, you also made it clear you could be far worst. And I, your beloved, was someone who they could not risk in the forefront anymore." She moved in her seat, as she felt her insides return back to how it should be. "I just wanted to do one more mission, where I wasn't treated like a bomb, and after that, I will be done."
He turned to look at her with a shocked expression. Her voice was calm as her face was gentle. Despite her battered appearance, she looked like a saint to him. The words he couldn't seem to say aloud, she felt, and she responded as she closed her eyes.
"Yes, I was going to leave the Titans, and be with you. Commit fully to you." Her voice was soft but his thoughts were a mess. And it was clear to Raven, all of his thoughts, as if they were all written on the air for her to read.
"The Justice League thought it was a harmless mission; therefore, they could let me go. It was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission, nothing more. But we were ambushed, and I was captured." She sighs and opens her eyes to look up at Damian. The water in his eyes finally gave way as he blinked when their met, and she inhaled a breath.
"You could have died." He said it lightly, that Raven's heart started beating fast in her ears. His cold eyes that had never been directed at her, has finally landed on her. "You could have died, if I was just a minute too late." And like his eyes that could no longer contain his tears. Raven could not ignore his emotions. And she broke into a sob, as she covered her lips with her fingers. He knelt beside her, as he put a hand on her cheek.
And his face was not cold nor was it warm. The eyes she had seen him use with his fellow assassins had disappeared. She didn't expect that the day he would look at her, the way he did his subordinates, would happen.
"Are you crying for me?" He whispered and she sniffed as she looks at him. But still, even if his cold stare was frightening. She could never be afraid of Damian Al Ghul, even if he was an Al Ghul, and the current Demon's Head.
"I'm sorry." She tried to contain the emotions. And she could feel the apology he was about to say. And before he could, she leans her forehead against his. Places her right thumb over his lips as her palm rested on his jaw. "But I swear to you, I am done with being a hero. I want to walk that grey line with you."
And his lips turned up into a smile. A smile that was only ever directed at her. His gentleness and kindness only exclusive to her. His warmth only reserved for her. And she could feel it all in her chest, and in her very bones.
The love he has for his beloved Raven.
And the danger, if he loses his bird.
(FIN)
Notes:
*Mashrabiya = those wooden windows with intricate design; (wiki says: is an architectural element which is characteristic of traditional architecture in the Islamic world and is a type of projecting oriel window enclosed with carved wood latticework).
Author's Notes:
Daughter of Trigon:
Raven is an anti-hero; also it is a little drabble. Just an idea of this AU.
that scene is all I have at the moment.
Marks: Teaser
there will be a full one later on.
Marks might be a long one, I have the full idea already.
The Demon's Head:
Damian is an anti-hero; Raven is a hero.
Hope you all enjoyed it!