Not Part of the Job [ORIGINAL]

22. Betrayal

Sunlight peered through the blinds and dark curtains of Damian's bedroom window.

Slowly, Raven opened her eyes to gaze at the boy next to her, admiring his sleeping face. A blush rose to her cheeks when she saw the marks she'd left on his neck.

After planting a gentle kiss on his forehead, Raven carefully got up from the bed and made her way into the kitchen for a glass of water. She wanted to make something for breakfast, but Damian had nothing to fix. All she could find were protein bars and a box of cereal.

She let out a sigh as she took a sip from her glass. "Looks like we're going out for breakfast," she quietly noted to herself before glancing at the clock on the stove. It was already eleven o' clock in the morning.

Once she finished her drink she took a trip to the bathroom, straightening up a little. Her hair was a mess and the shirt Damian let her wear was wrinkled.

Before she left the bathroom, she turned off the light and shut the door behind her. Her eyes fell on the locked door. What could he be hiding, she wondered.

This was wrong. She shouldn't snoop through his stuff. Everyone had their secrets and she needed to respect that. But, her curiosity was surely getting the best of her.

Raven glanced down the hallway at his bedroom door, listening to his quiet snore. Taking a deep breath, she turned her attention towards the door and used her powers to break the lock.

Quietly, she made her way inside and cracked the door. After flicking a light on, she was met with a wall full of data.

The first thing noticed was a blueprint for 'Redbird', his hero alias. It showed his weapons and suit design.

Beside that, there were newspapers clippings tacked on a large cork board. Her eyes scanned carefully over the headlines.

Cultist Woman killed in suspected brutal assassination.
CEO of multi-million company: murdered and robbed.
One hundred kids found dead inside abandoned church, along with the dead body of the suspect.
Gang members suspected of killing their rape victims found decapitated.

Raven wore a puzzled expression as she averted her gaze and looked around some more. A familiar black outfit instantly caught her attention and she inched forward towards it. The memory of the first night she was assaulted played over in her mind and her eyes widened.

A faint "no" left her lips as she put the pieces together. As much as she wanted to deny all of this, the evidence was clear.

Inside a slightly opened drawer was a stash of what she assumed was stolen money. There had to be at least a million dollars kept in there.

When she glanced up, a picture of herself was tacked up on a separate cork board. Her eyes scanned the note written below it.

Raven: demon/human hybrid. Daughter of Trigon. Member of the Teen Titans. She is currently seventeen years old. Her powers are tied to her emotions. Her abilities include but is not limited to: telekinesis, darkness control, force-fields, teleportation, empathy, levitation, healing, and spell-casting magic. She's a walking bridge between the underworld and Earth.

Raven backed up and knocked a few swords off the wall behind her. She was so fixated on all the information that she didn't even realize the wall of many weapons until her back was pressed against it. A tear slipped down her cheek as she studied everything displayed before her.

"I can explain."

Raven squeezed her eyes shut and remained with her back towards the desperate voice behind her. "I can't believe I ever believed a word you said," she said through gritted teeth.

Her emotions were going off the rails and she could feel herself losing control. Her head was pounding.

"It wasn't all a lie-" he tried to explain but she cut him off.

"Then what the hell was it?" Raven cursed and turned around, earning a worried expression from Damian. Not only were her eyes glowing red, but she now had four of them. "I gave you all of me!"

"Raven, please, just let me-" Damian tried to reach out to her but she used what was left of her telekinesis to shove him, sending him crashing into the wall a couple feet away.

"I think you've done enough damage. Do me a favor and just stay out of my life," she spat, her voice holding a demonic tone. "I hate you!"

Once he was out of her way she stormed off and slammed the door behind her. 

When Damian got back on his feet, he ran after her but was too late and could only watch as she swiftly drove off. He went back inside and punched the wall, his eyes burning as tears brimmed at his eyes. He hasn't cried since he was an infant.

Warm blood seeped through his fingers, but he didn't even feel the pain. Right now, he just felt numb.

Slowly he turned around and let his back hit the wall, sliding down it until he was on the floor. He ran a hand through his hair, pulling it in anger. All he could see was black as he faded out of consciousness.

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Hours must have passed by the time Damian was woken up by the feeling of cold gloved fingers lifting his chin up.

"Don't worry, son. I'll fix you."