Bird Song{DamiRae FanFiction}

Chapter 8| Unspoken Pasts

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I do not own Teen Titans or any of the characters in this story

Word Count: 1108

~Raven's P.O.V.~

I had collapsed before I knew if Damian was alright, but figured out quicky from Dick thanking me, what the state of new team member was in. He had been moved to the health aid room, tended of his larger wounds and left to rest. The rest of team had brought me up to my room after checking for internal damage. I figured I would pay Robin a visit if he felt well enough.

I was too mentally exausted to warp myself over, so I made my way down a few sets stairs and down the halls. I didn't come in contact with any of the titans on my way which was strange, usually I at least heard some cheers from Jaime and Garfield from one of their rooms when traveling through the corridors of the tower, but it was silent. It felt nice, allowing me to be able to hear my own mind for once. I thought of the visions I had seen while healing Damian. Primarily the death of a older male.

"I must get him to the lazarus pit! I have to!" A young boy's voice wailed towards a female adult, who wore a black combat suit. Sounds of gun shot and shouted orders could be heard in the distance as Damian rushed down a set of stairs to find the dead body of an elderly man. He slithered his hands under the body and lifting, trying to roll the lifeless body into the pool of a green, bubbly liquid.

"Damian, he's dead, the lazarus pit can't restore life. There is a limit to even the most powerful of substances." She reasoned, standing at the top of the steps. Tears threatened to spill from Damian's eyes as he heaved, giving the body one final push before giving up. Being the small boy he was, Damian didn't have enough strength to move the older man. "You have to learn to move past the deaths of those close to you, if you are to stay with us." The woman made her way gracefully down each step, crouching down beside the child as she reached him. "It will be hard for all of us, but we must stay strong, for the sake of the league."

It hadn't been much, but it was enough for me to put some pieces together. Before living with Mr. Wayne, Damian must have been training to be an assassin, which explains his skill level in hand to hand combat. He must have also had a strong connection with the woman, possibly a motherly figure, along with the dead man. I didn't reconize any faces other than Damian's in the vision, which lead to a list of questions I needed to confront Damain about if he was rested.

I almost missed the door as I was lost in thought, catching myself just as the door left my field of vision. Turning ninty degrees to face the door, I punched in a swift code on a keypad that Victor had installed before leaving. The metal entryway slid open, revealing the medical room. Damian lay in the bed closest to the far wall, sitting upright at my enterance.

"Hey," He croaked, leaning back on the wall behind him. He wore an expression that showed exhaustion, the bags underneath his eyes solidifying my observation. The constant beeping of the heart monitor rung over his voice. He seemed to still be in pretty bad shape, but he didn't look like he was in any sort of life threatening condition. I had known that healing him wouldn't fix everything, only the major wounds. Anything more would have required power I didn't have. Something like the Lazarus pit I had seen in the vision.

"Hey... how are you feeling?" I tried me best to sound causal, like I hadn't just seen possibly the worst moment of his life.

"Eh, not bad, I've had worse" He shrugged, flinching a bit, most likely from a wound on his shoulder. I made my way across the room, taking a seat on a bed beside his. I took a moment, debating if I should bring up my vision. I decided to start off with asking him of his own experiences, then later knowing if it was appropriate to bring up my own.

"Did you see anything... weird before you woke up? Like... like a vision or something?" I spoke, folding my hands in my lap politely.

"Uh, yeah... kinda. Why do you ask?" Damian asked me, understandingly inquisitive of my intent.

"What did you see?" I had no time to waste. If the alarms were to go off I would have to wait until after, and i was too desperate for answers to have to wait.

"Why do you need to know?" I could tell he wasn't going to let this go easily.

"Damian, just trust me with this... I need to know." I pressed on, looking deep into his eyes in a serious manner.

"There was this... barren city, and... a young girl, sobbing in the rubble. I couldn't see it clearly, but I could tell there was a darkness hanging over her. This large shadow, just there, looming over her. Then it ended, and I was here. Thinking of it now, she did look quite like you, but shorter." I was taken aback, not completely surprised, but still shaken by the fact that he of all people was shared this part in her life. A tragic time none the less. "Why are you asking? Did you also have a strangely real feeling dream?" I paused, processing everything before speaking my mind.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." I finally answered his question, taking my eyes off his, and redirecting them to the floor momentarily.

"'Afraid'? that's an emotion I never imagined hearing from you." I wanted to point out that there were, in fact, many things he didn't know about me, but in the moment it wasn't important.

"Damian, that little girl was me, and the vision I had was of you. That means, if I am correct, the amount of power I used made some sort of connection between our brains. The connection has allowed us to see a small piece of each other's past, likely our worst moments." I explained to him what I saw, expecting more of a reaction then what I received. He stared off into space with a glare that I wasn't sure was directed at me, or the memory.

"What was the shadow?" He asked abruptly.