Hanging with Sorrow

Chapter 13

Raven was so bored. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt this bored. Dick was almost healed, so they would have to leave the manor soon. But Raven didn't really want to go; she liked it here. She liked Alfred making her and Damian tea in the mornings, just the way they liked it. She liked conversing with Jason and Tim, even though they were always arguing with Damian. She was really going to miss this place.

Sprawled out on her bed, she glanced at the clock, which read 11:54. Ugh. She started to think about the other night, and how much fun she had. She and Damian had went to get ice cream after the carnival; she had gotten mint chocolate chip, while Damian had gotten plain vanilla. And after that, they had gone back to the manor, and Damian had led Raven back to her room and bid her goodnight. Surprisingly, things weren't awkward between them, despite their kiss, and that they were officially dating now. In fact, they were both happier than they had ever been.

She decided that she would go to Damian and ask him if he wanted to join her early on patrol. They always patrolled together, but it usually wasn't until much later.

She arrived in front of his door, and suddenly realized that she was in her pjs. She decided to knock on the door anyways, knowing that Damian wouldn't care. She was wearing baggy sweatpants and an even baggier t-shirt; it wasn't like she was wearing skimpy pajamas that were way too revealing.

The door sung open and revealed a wet haired, shirtless Damian. Raven's jaw hit the floor as she looked at his chest. Azar, he's ripped. So many muscles... Her eyes roamed him, appreciating just how good he looked. She realized what she was doing when her eyes traveled a little too low. Cheeks flaming, she brought her eyes up to his gorgeous green ones. Smirking, he ran his fingers through his wet hair.

"Can I assist you?" He flashed an award winning smile, leaning against the door frame.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go on patrol with me early," Raven asked with a straight face, but Damian saw the lingering blush that she was attempting to hide. God. She didn't know what she did to him. Even when she was wearing baggy pjs, he thought that she was sexy. She was so beautiful; it was such a shame that she couldn't realize it.

      "Are you that bored?" Damian asked with a teasing tone in his voice. He kinda didn't really want to go on patrol. He just wanted to be with Raven.

       "Yeah, a little bit," Raven said sheepishly. "If you don't want to, that's fine. We can go later."

     "How about," Damian shifted on his feet. "We go somewhere, then go on patrol?"

     Raven smiled. That was even better. "Ok," She said, her mind racing. Where would they go?

      "I'm going to change," He said, moving away from the door frame towards the door. "Meet me in the garage."

       Raven nodded, and went to her room via portal to change.

...

     Damian went as fast as he could, (Which was pretty dang fast) but somehow, Raven still managed to beat him down to the garage.

      "How'd you do it?" He asked, getting onto his motorcycle.

      "Do what?" Was her reply. Her smug grin suggested that she knew exactly what Damian was talking about, as she slid onto the bike behind him, and tightly grasped his waist.

      He started the motorcycle and raced out of the garage. Over his shoulder he said, "How'd you get to the garage so fast?"

     Deciding to be a nice person and to actually answer, Raven responded by saying, "Magic." Damian was about to get irritated when he realized that he was being dumb and that Raven actually did use magic. He laughed at his stupidity.