Tidal Waves

7. Rose

"Your real name. Tell us what it is."

Damian and his crew glared down at Ravager as the mask was pulled from her face. Her silver hair fell in front of her face, blocking most of her features from view.

"Talk, harlot," Damian ordered and tossed the mask on the ground. "I know your vocal cords work, unlike your pitiful brother's," he added.

Ravager glared up at him. Her right eye was sky blue, while her left one was closed. There was a long jagged scar running across the lid.

"Stop calling me a harlot, little boy."

Maya glanced at Damian to see his now furious expression as she tried to fight back a chuckle.

Damian glared at her. "What's so funny, Ducard? Want me to tie you up as well?"

"I mean, she's..." she started to reply, but quickly trailed off when she noticed Damian grow more angry by the second. "Nevermind."

Damian let out an annoyed sigh and returned his attention to Ravager. "Tell us your real identity before we throw you overboard, harlot," he demanded. "I don't have time for games."

"For your information, even though it is none of your business, I do not have many sexual partners," Ravager corrected. "So that name doesn't apply to me."

"That's quite obvious," Damian said and crossed his arms over his chest. "I wouldn't touch you for all the gold in the world."

Suren let out a laugh at the comment. Ravager glared back and forth at the two boys.

"I doubt either of you have ever had a woman desire you," Ravager said, causing them to cease from laughing. "Besides, you two have been staring at my chest almost the entire time we've been talking."

"What chest?" Damian retorted and earned a glare from her.

"Ouch," Maya commented at the remark and watched Ravager's expression change.

"Whatever. Leave me alone. Deathstroke will be coming back for me soon," Ravager said proudly.

"Leave you here to rot away?" Damian questioned and met both of Suren and Maya's gazes. "Don't have to ask me twice."

With that, the crew left Ravager alone.

—

Heavy rain poured down on the wooden ship as a storm hovered over them. Hours had went by after the battle with Deathstroke.

"Do you think we should bring Ravager inside?" Emiko decided to ask as the crew ate dinner.

Damian met her innocent gaze. "If we welcome her, she could kill us all in our sleep," he answered as he took a bite of his bread. "She's the daughter of The Terminator. We can't let our guard down."

"So what if she's the daughter of The Terminator. My father is the all powerful Lu'un Darga. You're the grandson of Ra's Al Ghul. Maya is the daughter of Nobody. Emiko is Green Arrow's sister. Raven is..." Suren trailed off as he looked at the girl.

"A witch," Damian added.

"I am not a witch!" Raven defended. "How many times do I have to clarify that?"

"Then what are you?" Damian questioned and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. "Or rather, who are you? I don't believe we ever received a story."

"Yeah, what were those weird prophecies you were talking about when they tried to execute you? Were you actually practicing witchcraft?" Suren asked.