The Demon's Assassin (Damirae)

Chapter Two

After what felt like an eternity, the Titans reached the tower. Everyone jumped out and ran towards Raven's room. Raven's room was a mystical sanctuary. She had all her spellbooks, dimensional items and meditative artifacts there. This was where she was able to heal most effectively from any injuries. This being the worst she had ever sustained. Damian carefully placed Raven on her bed and stepped back.

"What do we do? Nothings happening?" Gar said, his voice shaking in panic.

"Try to stay calm Titans, she picks up on our emotions and we can't distract her," Kori said.

"Everyone out," Damian said in a low growl.

"What? You don't make the shots you're not the leader of this team," Kori rebutted.

"That doesn't matter. You all are incapable of controlling your emotions. I've been trained to keep myself calm. I'll stay with her. Leave." Damian said.

Although the Titans were usually annoyed with Damian's arrogance, he was right. Kori is a Tamaranian. Emotion and honestly is what her planet is known for. Gar and Jaime are regular teenagers. They weren't trained to be emotionless as they sat staring at their trusted teammate injured and near death. Damian was right and the Titans knew it.

After the Titans left, Damian kneeled down by Raven. He grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse. Her heartbeat was extremely slow and irregular. Her breathing was sharp and sounded painful. 

"It's not going to be easy Raven, but you need to fight. You're a Titan. You can do this." said Damian intensely.  

Damian felt panic build up as Raven's breathing got even more shaky. She was dying, and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt his adrenaline pulse and his stomach in knots. Time started to slow, and Damian never felt so out of control. He was a trained warrior, grandson of Ra's Al Ghul, and son of Batman. How could he be so helpless?

"Damn it Raven, heal!" Damian said, almost yelling.

Instantly, Raven began glowing. Her aura lifting her body up off the bed. Damian stood up and stared at Raven. Relief flooded his whole body as he sat down and took a deep breath. This was the beginning of Raven's healing process. Her injuries were bad, so Damian knew it would take at least a day for her to heal fully. He decided to leave Raven alone so she could focus.

As Damian joined the other Titans in the common room, he noticed Dick sitting next to Kori with his arm around her shoulders. When he saw Damian he stood up.

"How is she?" Dick asked.

"Her healing process has started. I believe she will live." Damian said.

"Deathstroke that son of a bitch. He never stops." Dick said, sitting down next to Kori defeated.

Dick had a long history with Deathstroke. Starting with the death of Jericho, a Titan member and Deathstroke's son. Deathstroke vowed to get revenge on Dick and goes after the Titans whenever possible. Not to mention, Deathstroke's history with the Bat family.  Which was very  close to home for Dick, and even Damian.  

"We need to go after him now. Get him when we know he's near. Make him pay.  Not just for this.  For everything." Damian said, his eyes intense and his voice sharp. He wanted to make Deathstroke bleed. With that, Dick walked towards Damian and put his arm around him. He led him far enough so the Titan's couldn't hear their conversation.

"You sound like you want to do a little more than take him into custody, Damian." Dick said, staring him in the eye. Dick was like Damian's older brother. He could always tell when Damian threatened to fall back to his old ways.

"You don't understand how bad he hurt her. She almost died, Dick. And I don't  accept that as forgivable.  I trust you haven't forgotten the last time Deathstroke took a life." Damian replied.

Damian met eyes with Dick, both remembering a chilling memory.

"Trust me, I will never forget. I understand how you feel.  I've lost my fair share of teammates, but you can't let that affect your objectivity. Remember justice not veng-"

"Damn it. You know, that's starting to get really annoying to hear. I'll be fine, Grayson." Damian interrupted.

"I'm just saying don't make me take you off this case. You're a valuable member and we could use your skills." Dick said, before walking back towards the group.

Damian was annoyed with the conversation. How dare Grayson imply that he seemed distracted. Damian is a trained assassin. Distraction isn't in his vocabulary. Damian stammered back into his room, changed into a fresh uniform, and plopped down on his bed. He rolled over, and heard something crinkle underneath him. He sat up and saw a piece of paper which was a note that read,

"I'm at the place where it all started. This is probably a trap, huh? Deathstroke."

Damian crumbled up the piece of paper in his hand. Deathstroke was making this too easy for him. He didn't care that Deathstroke was luring him out by himself. He could take him. His anger bubbled over as he remembered Raven's blood all over his hands. He grabbed his grappling hook and lept from the window, careful to not make too much noise and alert the Titans. Deathstroke was his, and he intended to end this once and for all.

Hey guys, this is one of my first stories!  I decided I wanted to write this because I love the ship of Damian and Raven and we don't ever get enough of it.  Let me know what you think!  Thanks for reading.

- MEGROZE