Dick was going through his emails in the living room with a mild hot coffee next to him, sat on a coaster on the glassy top of the coffee table. His left hand held the hand of the mug and brought it to his lips to slowly sip the black liquid. He almost choked on his coffee when Damian suddenly burst into the room from the elevator with Raven in his arms, rushing to the left wing of the building; which was medical room was at.
He quickly put down his mug and followed them, eyes on a passed-out Raven. His voice raised as he asked, “What happened?”
“Can you please treat her first before asking questions?” Damian shot a glare at him and he was taken aback by that.
Damian had never showed any worry he felt about Raven before or rather, he was never worried about her at all. Even when she was once in a one-week coma after she had lost control of her power, Damian never once stepped foot inside the medical room to give her a visit.
“Okay, take her to the bed,” Dick nodded, opening the door to the room and let Damian entered.
He watched as Damian gently put Raven down on the bed, and his eyes were quick to notice the soft yet quick movement of Damian’s hand swiping her hair away from her face. When Damian backed away, he pulled a monitor toward her bed and stick on patches of wires onto her chest. His mind was blank when his hand moved inside her shirt to place them on. He pulled his hand away and turned on the machine. The screen showed all the readings he needed to know about her condition at the moment.
“Her vitals are normal,” he said, standing up from sitting on the bed. “But she’s low on nutrients, I’ll put her on IV,”
After Dick had properly put her on the IV drip, he read the monitor again. Her heart rate was normal, and he noticed how her own powers were starting to surround her, slowly healing her.
“She’ll wake up in a few hours if there’s nothing serious happen within the time,” Dick said, walking up to wash his hands. “Now tell me, what happened? This was supposed to be a quiet patrol,”
“You know you shouldn’t expect every patrol to go smoothly,” Damian sat down on the chair next to the bed, his emerald eyes moved from the monitor to her, “I don’t exactly know what happened, but I think she took in my pain when she healed me,”
Dick turned around with a question look on his face, his hands using napkin to dry, “She healed you?”
“Yeah,” he took off his mask and lift his suit up, “I was stabbed,”
“What?” Dick quickly rushed to him to examine him but Damian moved away.
“Like I told you, she healed me, there’s nothing here,”
Dick’s eyes examined the skin Damian showed to him. Indeed, there was nothing there, not even a scar was left behind. If it wasn’t for blood on his suit, he wouldn’t have believed that Damian was stabbed and Raven had healed him.
He moved back and crossed his arms, “I see. Go wash up, I’ll watch her here,”
Damian was quiet for a while, his gaze on her, as if he was in thoughts. Then he stood up from his seat and walked away from the bed. But Dick wasn’t going to let him go just yet.
He smirked, watching him from under his brunette locks that fell into his eye, “I thought you weren’t going to help her like I do,”
And he only received a groan as a response.
There was a gala held at the Wayne Manor for annual charity and Bruce had asked his sons to invite their friends to come. Dick obviously sent invitation card to his teammates in Titans, hence, even Raven was invited.
After healing Damian, Raven was out for twelve hours and for the first time since forever, Damian set foot into the medical room to check up on her. That time, Kori was looking after Raven. She did not hide her surprised look when she noticed Damian entering and sitting beside the bed, watching Raven. After a few minutes, he got up and leave, and never came back again.
Tonight, everything was classical, as usual. Alfred would never allow anything to disturb the peace of the party. Planning for a gala had always been his favorite as he gets to watch all his Masters gather in one house enjoying fine wines and lush foods. And of course, getting to see them with dates would be a plus.
Alfred was placing crab cakes onto a silver platter when he noticed Damian entering the kitchen with a huff. He watched the boy sitting down next to him at the island with a bored expression.
“What’s wrong, Master Damian?”
“It’s just so boring, all the rich people keep talking about how many boats they have,” he rolled his eyes with a sigh. His hand moved to take one of the crab cakes but Alfred hit his hand with a sharp tap, causing him to pull his hand in a haste.
“Don’t you bring a date with you? Perhaps it might help you to feel less bored if you have company,” Alfred continued placing the crab cakes gracefully on the platter, his eyes never leaving the food in front of him.
“Who would I bring? There’s literally no one, Alfred,” Damian placed his chin in his palm, laze green eyes watched Alfred doing work.
“I don’t know, one of your teammates at least?” After putting the last crab cake, Alfred lifted his face up slightly to stare into Damian’s eyes, “Don’t you have anyone to bring at all?”
The first thought that came across his mind was Raven and Damian quickly shook it off. Ignoring Alfred’s last question, he stood up from the stool and grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray in front of him. Alfred stopped him from drinking the liquor, taking the glass away and lightly pushed the tray of champagnes further.
“You know you still can’t drink alcohols, Master Damian,”
“I’m sixteen, Alfred, I can handle alcohol,”
Alfred shook his head firmly, “I’m afraid I have to stop you, an underage from drinking, Master Damian,”
Damian knew he shouldn’t disobey Alfred after the second warning and so he didn’t. His face was in a tight grimace as he murmured a ‘Fine’ and walked out of the kitchen. He had no other choice but to enter the party he despised so much; unwillingly, he entered the room again, filled with men in their finest tailored suits, women in their designers’ dresses along with their most expensive jewelries. His emerald eyes scanned around the room, just for the fun of it. He spotted Dick dancing with Kori in the middle of the dance floor, his hand dangerously close to her ass. Ugh. Damian rolled his eyes in disgust and crossed his arms, leaning onto the pillar next to him. He grabbed one of the desserts from the walking tray and looked around, observing the guests; he saw Jason, as usual, flirting around with girls his age with his charming words. Tim, as intellectual as ever, having conversation with men that would be at least seven years older than him.
He popped the last bit of the dessert into his mouth and looked around again, taking in the suits, the dresses, the champagnes, the foods, the dancing, the music playing from front by a group of orchestra musicians. Until his eyes fell on a particular someone standing in the corner of the room. He recognized that pitch dark purple almost black hair, that pale milky skin, that petite figure of hers, he knew it all so well.
He watched her eyes darting around in the huge room, as if looking for a specific person. He wondered who she was looking for. Could it be him?
His eyes swept down the length of her in that black long dress that pooled around her heels, he noticed that she was also wearing a little bit of makeup, though it was very mild and soft, he knew that was lipstick on her lips. Her lips. Her pinkish, soft lips. Her teeth bit down her lower lip and he watched all that movement as if it was thee most interesting thing in his life to watch. When she let go of her lip, he stared at how her lip reddened a little.
An accidental push from a walking waiter was what brought him out of the reverie. He didn’t even acknowledge the waiter’s apology before turning his head again to catch her, making sure he hadn’t lost sight of her. And she was still there. Except, her eyes were focused solely on something…or someone.
Slowly, he followed her gaze to see who she was looking with such sadness filled in the brim of her violet eyes. Dick.
Damian wasn’t sure if what he felt was true, but he felt something tugged on his heart, and it hurt. He looked up again to see what Raven was seeing; Dick kissing Kori. His gaze turned back to her again and the soft pained look on her face made him feel it again. The tug on his heart. And it hurt a little more than the first time.
Of course, she would be looking for his brother and not him. Why would she be looking for him? After months of verbal abuse on her, why did he think that just because she saved him it would mean that she felt something for him? Man, he was such a fool to even hope that she would see him.
He lifted his face to see that she was no longer in the corner of the room. His panicky eyes dart around to find her and almost didn’t catch her black dress moving out of the room out to the balcony. Damian didn’t think at all when he began walking towards the balcony. There were two doors that led to the balcony, and he took the right one, a bit further from the one she used. He slowly stepped his foot onto the bricks floor. He saw her.
Raven was sitting on the edge of the stoned rail, silently staring at her feet. She heard footsteps nearing and instantly lifting her head up to see her intruder. Her dark gaze was met with a shocked green eyes.
Damian’s steps halted when she suddenly looked into his eyes. He didn’t know what to do, should he proceed to walk to her? Or pretend to not know that she was there and walked away?
“Damian,” Raven hopped off the rail and headed towards him with her clinking heels.
He stood straight and slipped his right hand into his pocket, staring right into her face when she came near. With her heels, she was able to reach his eyes easily.
“How’s your stabbed wound? Is it perfectly healed?”
Right. He had been avoiding her ever since she woke up.
He cleared his throat and slipped another hand into his pocket, “Yeah, it’s fine. No scar,”
Her eyes widened mildly, “No scar? Can I see?”
“What? No!” He stepped away from her with a bewildered stare.
“Why are you so jumpy? I just wanted to see if my powers are actually working good now,” she looked at him in confusion.
Damian swallowed a lump before pressing the bridge of his nose, “I’m not lifting my shirt up in public where cameras are everywhere for you to see nothing on my skin,”
“There’s really no scar? Even a faded one?” Her eyes brimmed with suprise and curiousity.
He bit his lip watching her doubting her own powers. A sigh left him as he answered her question, “Yes, there is no scar. Even Dick saw it,”
“Wow…” Raven raised her hands and stared at them with profound surprise along with a smile that showed she was proud with her progress.
A pregnant of silent hovered around them after that and Damian cleared his throat promptly before asking the question he definitely knew the answer to already, “What are you doing out here? It’s winter and the party is inside,”
He watched her eyes glanced to her right briefly, where the entrance was at, before settling gaze on him. “I don’t really know what to do in there,”
It was a half-truth of an answer. He knew. Raven wasn’t the kind of the girl who could openly socialize with strangers. If she had been, she wouldn’t let him talk shit to her.
“Hm,” Damian hummed, his gaze was tight on her. He didn’t really know what he was doing. He shouldn’t be here, out in the balcony with Raven. He shouldn’t even stare at her out of curiosity and followed her when she disappeared.
“What about you?” Her question almost passed through his thoughtful mind if he hadn’t been looking at her face and noticed her lips moving.
He let the question hang in the air while his brain processed what was the question she had asked. He had never been like this; mind stuttering and not functioning well enough for his quick verbal responses.
“I just wanted to get some fresh air,” the best answer he could muster under the tension of her dark eyes staring daringly into him, waiting.
Raven nodded a little at him, eyes moving away from his too deep green eyes that seemed to be pulling her in. Should she walk away now?
Again, silence hovered above them, but, instead of feeling the awkwardness began to kick in between them, they felt…at peace. It was never this peaceful between them at the Tower. There, he would always find time and ways to torture her just to get her to break so that she eventually leaves the team. Now that he had been thinking, he was so harsh with her.
Right at this moment, under the soft glow of the moonlight touching her milky skin gracefully, she looked so…soft. She looked almost like a tiny bean with her short height, small figure, and her eyes never stopped glancing from places to places under a second. Her hair, which she had always put up in a half-ass ponytail, with tendrils popping out framing her face, tonight she had let it all go. He realized her hair length only reached her collarbone. Her shiny, dark purple hair touching her bare shoulders.
Her fingers smoothly pulled some of her hair to the back of her ear; a movement of awkward nerves he noticed she always did around Dick. Right. Dick. He had forgotten all about him the second he stepped foot out in the balcony.
“Fuck,” he muttered so softly under his breath. Why had that thought painfully stabbed his heart in a quick swift moment?
“What?” Raven asked, a frown was on her face at his sudden curse.
“Raven! There you are!” Just in time.
Damian watched his brother walking onto the balcony with a smile he had always shared with Raven. The kind of smile where he seemed proud and also adoring her.
His brother’s blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of him outside with Raven. “Damian?”
“I’m just here for the fresh air, you know I don’t do parties,” he said, walking away to the rail stone and leaned onto it. He took his phone as his distraction. But really, the real distraction was her suddenly frozen in front of his brother while his brother was complimenting her dress and saying how beautiful she looked tonight.
Indeed, she did look beautiful tonight.
God. Why was he out here thinking sappy thoughts about her?
He pressed the button on his phone and unlocked it using his thumb. His hand doing all the movement, but his eyes never really left Raven.
He observed how her left hand, that she hid behind her dress, mildly shaking. It could be due to the cold of the winter night. Who knew? He could be lucky with that cheap guess.
Of course it wasn’t because of the cold air.
He continued his observation under the disguise of him checking his phone; her mouth gape open and her eyes never really settled on the eyes of her crush. She looked everywhere but him. She thought she was being sly when she looked at him directly into his brother’s eyes, and all the while she looked into his eyes, her hand was in a tight fist and he noticed her chest moved quite rapidly, as if she was breathless.
Dick suddenly offered his hand in front of her and she was taken aback, eyes wide with a surprised look on her face. He watched the slow yet quick movement of her throat going down and up before placing her hand onto Dick’s bigger palm.
His eyes were trained on the contact of their hands, he took in how small Raven’s hand was and how he so badly wanted to be the one touching that hand. Fuck. He was sappy again.
Mentally groaning at his weird self, he continued watching the two entering the party again side by side. He saw the nervous pretty smile of hers when Dick had look away to guide their path. He saw the adoration softly pooling in her violet eyes as she stared up at his brother. He saw the happy trails of her lips quirking up into that soft small smile.
That smile. That soft small smile. The one smile that she had given to him. The one smile that started it all.
He had fallen deep into a place he knew would be difficult to climb out.
His bottom fell onto the railing and his hand holding his phone fell limb next to him, his head down. A crazed smile crept on his face as the realisation began to sink in; his lips muttering soft curses under his breath.
He looked up again and to his unfortunate luck, he felt that painful stab to his heart again. She was dancing with his brother. An obvious adoring happy smile lit up her already pretty face. Her eyes staring deeply into that damn blue eyes with such adore and romantic feelings.
He sighed loudly, tilting his head up to face the full moon above him, “The hell am I supposed to do with this feeling?”
Oh goddddd i finally finished it !!!! I am soooo sorry it took so so so long 😭😭
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