You're as dark as my demon but your as light as the sun a DAMIRAE fanfic.

Flirting (leading the league of assassins AU)

Raven=20 years old
Damian=20 years old
Raven and Damian had been a couple for over three years. They are now leading the league of assassins together after Raven defeated her father.

The titans and the Bat family still spoke to both Raven and Damian as the young leader had promised to reform the league as it is not easy to disband it.

So here they were cuddling in the master bedroom, they had work to do. However, a certain empath was very reluctant to get out of bed.

She let out a yawn and a small groan before pulling the covers over her head. Damian simply looked at her with a small smile on his face before he pulled the covers off.

"No!" Raven wined as the covers were removed. She simply turned to her boyfriend with a large pout on her face. He sighed "Beloved I am sorry but I have to get up because Lady Shiva is struggling with training the new assassins in none lethal ways".

"Fine..." she groaned out begrudgingly getting out of bed and with a chant of "Azarath metrion zinous" she was dressed in a fine white cloak. It had been altered since she left the titans giving her more armour when she went into battle while keeping its signature style and aesthetic as well as the fact that, it had been embedded with magical protection spells to give her that extra protection in battle the same was done to all her other cloaks.

Damian smiled at her as he got dressed himself feeling the league of assassins' armour touch his skin, it was familiar yet different from the first time he wore it when during the apocalypse which had since been prevented and the fact that Raven was by his side helped.

So here they were walking through Nanda Parbat its walls mystical yet powerful. As it held a power that the average person could only dream of, the power to prolong life. But, the Lazarus pits were dangerous as they had power that came from hell itself.

The young couple had since promised never to use such a horrific tool especially after they had learned that Nightwing was driven insane by the use of one after the flash had sat down and listed everything that was meant to happen in the next few years.

They remember crying in each other's arms after they had found out their friend and brother's fate and they vowed that they would never let that happen and so the Lazarus pits were banned from ever being used again.

But, that is another story and so with that, the couple stepped outside it was a cold yet sunny morning. It was quiet and peaceful the only sound that could be heard was swords clanging together and metal grinding on each other.

Lady Shiva was instructing a group of assassins on none lethal ways to disarm and stop an opponent. She was still leaning to fight her dark impulses and the feeling of having the ability to take someone's life at her fingertips. But even her patience had limits especially since one young assassin had decided to make a comment which made Shiva's eyes blaze with fury.

"You have gone soft, we are assassins and yet we are being used as common hero's you are but a little scared bitch, nothing like the Lady Shiva my father once knew." He hissed out spitting on her face as if she were trash.

Lady Shiva had enough she ripped her sword from her sheath and began duelling the other assassin, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned she was duelling to hurt she was duelling to kill. A sick smile came across her lips as the man lay on the floor, cuts were visible on his arms and legs like she had been playing with her food. She held her sword above him ready to behead him for his insolence.

"Lady Shiva." Damian and Raven called out racing toward the scene sword and spell raised ready to fight if necessary. The assassin who Lady Shiva had previously simply smirked as Lady Shiva lowered her head in respect thinking that he had won in making the great Lady Shiva lose her standing with their leader a power-hungry smile crossed his face. That was before he saw the look on Damian's face one of sympathy. Damian's voice was powerful yet merciful "thank you for showing resistant Lady Shiva, especially to a pitiful, snivelling worm like himself." He growled out as he said the last words.