Foreign Marriage (Damirea)

CH 2

Ravens POV.

We endured the small wedding ceremony, and every minute of it felt like an eternity of torment. Once it was finally over, Damien and I retired to our shared bed, but there was a palpable tension between us. We lay with our backs turned to each other, neither of us eager to engage.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself in a rather unusual position. Damien's arm was under my head, and my hand rested on his chest. He was still asleep, and I decided to seize the opportunity to slip away quietly. However, my attempt to do so ended in a comically loud thud as I tumbled off the bed.

Damien stirred and greeted me, "Good morning, Raven. And where might you be off to?"

"I'm going to find some tea, Damien, because I'm about to lose my cool," I replied, my annoyance evident in my voice.

He offered a proposition, "Alright, would you like to join me for a walk and tea?"

I sighed, already knowing my lack of choice in the matter. "Do I really have a choice?"

He chuckled softly, "No, my dear. You do not."

My inner thoughts cursed this man as we got dressed and ventured outside into the snow-covered landscape. Damien led me to a beautiful forest, and despite my irritation, I couldn't deny the beauty of our surroundings. However, the cold was starting to get to me.

"Hey, Damien, can we please start heading back? I'm getting really cold," I requested.

"Of course, my dear," he acquiesced.

3 days later
Damien's POV.

"Slade, put her down!" I roared in a blaze of anger. Slade had Raven, and he was holding a sword dangerously close to her neck.

"Why should I, little brat? What if I kill her?" he taunted, his cruel smile belying his sadistic intentions.

My rage surged, and I couldn't hold back my threat, "You hurt her, and I will kill you!"

In a terrifying moment, he brought his blade up and sliced across Raven's delicate hand. Her pained cry pierced the air, and I felt a white-hot fury burning inside me. Slade was as good as dead in my mind.

Finally, he let her go, and Raven looked as if she were on the brink of collapse, her face contorted in agony. I couldn't waste any more time on Slade; I had to get her to safety. I gathered Raven and brought her to our room, doing my best to soothe her and offer some comfort.

I made her a cup of tea and carefully attended to her hand, cleaning and stitching it up before wrapping it gently. Raven's pain was palpable, but she endured it with remarkable strength. I gave her one of my t-shirts to wear, and she didn't object. Exhausted and weakened, she soon drifted off to sleep.

As she lay there, I covered her up, ensuring she was warm and comfortable. Changing into my own pajamas (just shorts), I joined her in bed, pulling her close. Exhaustion overcame me, and together, we found solace in sleep.

The next day.

RAVENS POV.

As I saw Damien sleeping peacefully beside me, I couldn't ignore the persistent pain coursing through my body. Not wanting to disturb him, I carefully slipped out of bed, my aching hand a constant reminder of the recent ordeal.

Descending the stairs of our cozy little house, something we'd finally secured after weeks of asking for more privacy in our lives, I embarked on my usual morning routine. I busied myself making a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, and tea, a routine Damien had grown fond of.

He emerged from our bedroom, taking in the delicious aroma wafting through the air. A gentle kiss on my cheek warmed my heart, and he inquired about my well-being. "I'm fine, just my hand aches a little," I replied with a slight smile.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I requested Damien to see who it was as I continued to set up our plates. "Sure, dear," he said and went to answer the door.

Damien's POV.

I opened the door and found my mother standing there. She delivered the somber news that my grandfather had passed away and emphasized the urgency of Raven and me returning to Gotham City because we were in danger. After she left, I rushed back to the kitchen to relay everything to Raven.

Raven's expression was a mixture of concern and reassurance as she told me, "It's going to be okay, Damien." We immediately went upstairs to pack our belongings and select our attire for the trip. We arranged for a yacht and, while en route, I couldn't help but inquire about our destination.

Raven replied cryptically, hinting that it was time for me to meet my father. A brief meeting transpired, during which I offered a snarky remark, earning me an elbow from Raven and a disapproving look. After that, we left and embarked on the Batmobile, which had only two seats. I took a seat, and Raven had to sit on my lap. She put on her headphones, leaned against my shoulder, and soon fell asleep, enveloped in the soothing strains of relaxing music.

Damien's POV.

Upon arriving at the Batcave, I carried Raven with bridal-style tenderness. In a room, I gently placed her on the bed before proceeding to take a refreshing shower. Afterward, I donned my pajamas and observed Raven, who was sleeping serenely.

As she stirred and woke up, she inquired, "Where are we, Damien?"

I reassured her, "We're in a safe place," and then slipped under the covers beside her, placing my arm gently under her neck and planting a kiss on her forehead. We both drifted into slumber, wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence.

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