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Chapter Seventeen

A/N:Hello! Once again a phone update go go before I get caught and die, hope y'all like this chapter old let me know what u think byyyeeee!!!

When she gets back to the Tower, Damian is in Gotham.

And in Gotham he stays for the next three days. She misses him desperately, more than usual but that's probably due to the fact that she's blocking their bond. She misses having him in her head, but she's not one of those girls who laments about the absence of her boyfriend or really shows it outwardly (not that there's anything wrong with either of those things) so she continues through her daily routine like normal. And fills in the time she'd be with Damian by either calling him or with someone else.

She still watches the sunset; she's been doing it since she was a child long before she'd even heard of soul mates so even though she'd grown used to watching it with him she goes to admire it on her own. On her way to her room she passes Damians and then suddenly the door opens and she's dragged in and pinned to the wall and she's about to scream but then she recognizes whose presence it is.

"Damian?!" She says, her voice showing surprise because he said he wouldn't be back till a few more days. "Hello Beloved," And beloved is the only pet name he calls her, and that's fine. She's never really been one for endearments before Damian and the word 'Beloved,' came into her life. She rarely ever calls him beloved in return and never calls him anything else, but he understands that it's more seeing it as unnecessary than as lack of caring.

And she honestly has no idea why she's thinking about this when there are other things she could be doing. In one swift motion she's reversed their positions, leaving them so that now it's Raven who's pinning him to the wall.

"Very good, though your reaction time was slow. You should have done that the minute you hit the wall." Raven rolls her eyes and kisses him to shut him up. (It works)

And then later Damian steps out of the bathroom, his hair damp, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans to find Raven on his bed, leaning against the headboard reading a book. And it's all very domestic and Damian shakes away the thought because domesticity might not work so well for them. (...Not yet anyway.) She looks up when she feels him sit next to her. He looks at what she's reading over her shoulder. The title reads 'Little Women' and while Damian himself has never read it he's obviously heard of it.

"Meghan gave it to me, as a sort of parting gift." She says before marking her page and closing the book, she places it on the nightstand and then turns to face Damian. Her eyes rake over his figure once before she looks at into his eyes. "So right now I'm seeing two options," She says clearing her throat. "One is to start work on the bond," Their link hums as if thankful at finally being acknowledged after weeks of being neglected.

But they both find that even without the constant back and forth between their bond nothing has really changed.

The absence of the looking glass doesn't hinder their ability to see. They still understand each other, still know each other, and still love each other. Before, they'd been so used to the bond Damian thinks that they had a silent fear that things wouldn't work out without it. But they've been fine so far, blocking off their mental connection and keeping in touch like people who don't have that kind of link do. As much as he misses Ravens presence in his mind, this experience makes him wonder how they'd handle themselves living close to each other like usual without the bond.

He strangely finds himself wanting to try that.

"OR," the dark haired mage girl- woman really, continues bringing him out of his thoughts. "Or we can ignore that for now and get to 'Next Time'" She leaned back onto her hands and watches him, her blue purple eyes dark and Damian first acknowledges that they're on the same line of experimentation with their bond, and secondly he acknowledges that he hasn't kissed his girlfriend in over a week and he really needs to do that now. He smirks pulling her close; she takes his face in her hands and pulls his close so that their lips are mere centimeters apart.

"Next time sounds nice,"