LOVE + FEAR | Damirae

JOLLY GREEN ASS

Raven's gaze darted around her desolate, unlively surroundings. I really do not like this...make it stop —

Like a switch had been turned, sound and air and light ripped across the room.

A flash of gold light blocked her view. Damian was hidden by the gold mist. Despite the snarls and ripping sounds Raven heard, she ran towards the noise. Her lungs burned.

Whatever happened...it stopped. Hallucination, maybe? What is all of this? What the hell is going on with me? The clones, everything stopping...I should probably talk to someone...is Harley available? Wait, that's probably a really bad idea. You know what? I'm super busy right now. Let's just...live in denial for a while until I have the time to deal with this. Yes. That sounds like a great plan.

That is terrible reasoning, daughter.

Oh, shut up!

Nanaue had demolished the wounded guard. All that was left of him was a red stain on the ground. The massive shark had already moved on to another target. Damian, however —

Was nowhere to be seen.

Raven scanned her surroundings, tugging away the stray hands near her face, removing her hands to cup them over her mouth.

She didn't see anything. Raven turned towards Constantine; the source of the golden light. He was still on the ground. What had he done —?

"Raven!"

Raven's eyes widened at Damian's voice. She looked down, following the delightful baritone. She noticed a peculiar black spot on the ground.

Wait a minute...

Raven slowly sunk down, ignoring the patch of red nearby. She heard the murmur of the Titans, but couldn't make out the words. And if she did, they were forgotten right after she'd registered them. The world had become prickly, everything covered in needles, and she shied away from all of it. She focused on the small mark...

Raven kneeled on the ground, inspecting the tiny spot further.

A tiny Damian waved at her with his sword. "Raven! Turn me back before those imbeciles lose sight of the objective!"

She had forgotten that her hands were still covering the bottom half of her face. She slowly removed them, "Damian...?"

Repurposing her trembling hands, she cupped them and set them on the ground. Tiny Damian climbed into her joined palms.

Raven brought her hands up to her eye level, marveling at the miniature Damian Wayne. He looked unharmed; his Robin uniform had also shrunk, and his sword became the same length of a sewing needle.

"You're okay!" The corners of her eyes burned, and her throat closed up. Her voice was reduced to a light rasp, like the flutter of hummingbird wings.

"I am physically well, but I am about to endure a lot of meaningless ridicule —"

"Damian —! Oh, wow. Little D takes on a whole new meaning," Dick crouched down and peered at the phenomenon over Raven's shoulder.

Constantine strode over to them, casually brushing himself off. He threw a wary look at King Shark as he continued his rampage, "Well...at least I don't have to pay for dinner."

Raven held up her joined palms — the movement was slow, trying her best not to overwhelm Tiny Damian. "You shrunk him?"

"You could say that. I returned him to his normal size." Constantine shrugged.

Raven glared. "You could've teleported him. What if someone stepped on him?"

"A 'thank you' would be nice. I did just save your precious Baby Bat's life."