Prometheus - A DCAU Fanfic.

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Hobyo, Somalia - 20:07

   Raven's eyes fluttered open, before squeezing shut almost immediately. Sensitive to the bright yellow light being emitted from a lamp on the beside-table to her right.

Rubbing her eyes with her palms, the half-Demon pushed herself into a sitting position and ignored her body's instruction to just roll over and go back to sleep, instead she evaluated her situation. She was glad she was wearing Damian's hoodie, as the mattress she was on had no sheets, duvet- and by the way it was bending under her, she had to guess little left that constituted a frame.

Getting up, she stretched until she felt her joints pop, before taking in her surroundings...

From the bleakness of the room and the absence of any furniture—bar the bed, table and lamp— it looked like Raven was in the beginning of one of those crappy paranormal horror films that Jaime was always suggesting for the rare Movie Night at the Tower.

She wondered if the other Titans had noticed her absence yet and when she checked her phone, she was proven right.

Not a single text from anyone of them.

She sighed. It wasn't unexpected, the Titan's didn't eat breakfast together- in all honesty, apart from the ever growing scarcity of training sessions and their weekly 'Mandatory Fun Days', the team never really spent time together.

Sure, Garfield and Jaime may play video-games together every once and a while and sometimes Kori would take Donna, Terra and her out for a girls' afternoon, but Raven was mostly to her own devices. She was mixed about how she felt about...

On one hand, the Titan's were basically her family and she loved every one of them, flaws and all.

On the other, she had never really connected with any of them. Sure, she enjoyed spending time with them, but she couldn't discuss her feelings about the 19th Century novel she was reading at the moment, or obscure magical practices that she was studying.

Sometimes she relished the silence that being alone brought. Sometimes it felt it was suffocating her.

The Tower was her home, but it was feeling less and less like it as the days passed.

Lost in thoughts, she didn't hear the door to the room open or the creak of the floorboards, but she did hear Damian's voice as he rested his hand on his shoulder.

"Raven, are you okay?"

She turned, his foot of extra-height meant her head was level with his broad chest, which was barely contained in his white tank-top, which she could have used as a parachute.

"I'm fine." - She noticed the steaming metal mug in his hand and recognized the smell. - "Is that for me?"

He nodded, handing her the cup. - "You still like Earl Grey right?"

She smiled as she took it from him. - "You remembered."

"I never forgot."

The two took a seat on the edge of the bed and as she quietly sipped her drink, her eyes examined his body. Her healing magic must have done the trick, as all of the broken bones and the cuts too numerous to count had seemingly returned to its previously undamaged state- even the scar that cut across his face and over his left eye seemed fainter than before.

It was strange, even in a strange location after teleporting across the world, in his presence, she felt at peace.

"How did you get that scar?" - She questioned, before realising how insensitive she could have just been. - "Never mind." - She hastily said, nearly stuttering over her words. - "You don't have to say if you don't want to."