Trust and Faith

Hate

Whoa what's that?! Has Admatron really returned like he said he would? Yes I fucking have! 😂

I'm back and... I'm 18 now. Fucking hell that feels weird. You know what, it's fine.

So just wanna say thank you for waiting so patiently for my return; and I look forward to updating this stuff again.

I feel I've kept you waiting long enough so here it is. Enjoy! 👍🏻

Raven couldn't feel much when walking into the interrogation room. Her senses had all been blocked. Not an attack of any sort; Raven would've been able to detect one relatively easily.

She had an idea why she couldn't feel anything.

There was one thing that she could feel and that was what was blocking out her other senses. That thing was Damian's hate towards this assassin. His anger. The sheer amount of it was enough to make Raven feel it herself. But Raven was skilled in her empath abilities. She knew that what she really felt was sadness and sympathy towards Damian.

This would be tough to deal with. Damian hadn't fully moved past his history in the League, as was confirmed a long time ago.

Raven once had a meltdown, worried, she vented out all her feelings about her father, her time in hell, her mother, everything. This was before the most recent imprisonment of Trigon. All Damian did was listen and then vent out his own feelings.

This was different though. The League Damian thought dead was back, and Damian now knew they wanted Raven and a brief explanation was not enough for him to be satisfied.

As they walked up to the table, with the assassin in all black and a mask on the other side, they took note of the assassin's angry look towards Raven. Someone might not have been happy that they failed their mission.

"Talk! Why does the League want Raven?!" Damian angrily yelled as he slammed his hands down on the table. The assassin just about flinching.

"I told you why." He plainly stated.

"You said they want me to be queen. Why?" Raven impatiently asked. The anger beginning to pour into her and take over slightly.

"You are the love of our rightful leader. You should be queen, bare an heir and serve the League." The assassin confidently explained.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen. We are not coming anywhere near the League. Not with any intention of being apart of it." Raven said. Her anger beginning to grow at the sight of the smirk on the assassin's face.

"That's not up to you. We will find a way. You will join."

Before Raven could retaliate, Damian's fist clenched and was sent straight into the man's face. Sending him across the room and knocking over the chair.

"That's enough! The League can end its pointless attempts at getting Raven!" Damian said in a shout that seemed to actually scare the assassin. "Tell me who's running the League. Even if you need me you must have a leader." Damian said, more calmly than before.

Raven looked at the man on the floor. Seeming to sense he was actually going to give an answer.

"That... would be... the soul... of the Demon's Head." Damian flinched in fear.

Raven noticed Damian's change in emotion and attitude and held his hand as a sign of comfort. Before she could settle her finger between his, he quickly left the room and Raven followed in pursuit.

"Dami! Where are you going?!" Raven asked as she hurried to him.

"To find a safe place for you." He plainly said.

"I can handle myself. I thought we would protect each other anyway?"

"This is me protecting you. I won't let him get you. If my grandfather has really returned as a spirit form, then he can unleash his influence and do anything to get you." Damian explained. Still he maintained his pace before Raven jumped in front of him with her hand placed on his chest, preventing him from moving forward.

"If I don't stop you you'll just go after him by yourself and I'm not letting that happen. We need a plan, Dami. I am not just gonna let you face this alone." Raven reasoned. Damian's eyes closed and his head moved down to touch her forehead.

After a long sigh Damian spoke. "Fine. We'll think of something. I... I just don't want you to get hurt, even worse, taken and forced to do the League's bidding. I would never forgive myself." Damian confessed.

Raven's hand moved to stroke Damian's cheek and he melted into the touch. " I know you wouldn't. Nothing will happen anyway. Just don't leave me out of it. I would never forgive myself if anything to happened to you either." Raven told him with a smile on her face.

Damian embraced her hand with his own and gave her a quick kiss. "I love you, you know that."

"I might've guessed that." Raven laughed. "I love you too.

As they talked a beeping signal with a flashing red light signalled from the interrogation room.