Damian Wayne was the heir to more than just one crown. His Father, Bruce Wayne, was the king of Gotham. While his Mother, Talia Al Guhl, was a princess of Assassins. From a young age he was to rule over the Assassins, then everything came crashing down when he turned ten. His Mother and Grandfather had been killed, and he was sent to live with his Father. At first it had been difficult to adjust to life in Gotham. No one, not his Father or adoptive brothers, seemed to realize that he had grown up on the outside his entire life. Had seen and done things most of them couldn’t comprehend. Eventually this led to him leaving in the middle of the night.
Now his Father had known where he had gone, but realized that he would come to him in his own time. Now, with his eighteenth birthday approaching soon it was his time to take over the crown. Despite having three older brothers the burden of becoming king fell on the young man's shoulders. While his brothers were able to refuse the crown, and did so quite quickly seeing what it had done to their Father, he wasn’t able to refuse as it was his birthright. He didn't want to be king, not after he had lived as a civilian.
“Damian'' was the first thing he heard that day “Damian Wayne, you open up this door immediately” he heard banging on the door. He looked around at his surroundings, not remembering a thing that happened the previous night. He looked over to the other side of his bed only to find a naked woman laying next to him. Looking at himself he realized that he too was undressed. It didn't take a detective to figure out what had happened. He had a pounding headache and the banging on his door didn’t help, so he just laid back in bed, pulling the covers over his head to block out the sunlight.
The next thing he knew the covers were ripped from his face, revealing his body from the waist up. What greeted him were two dazzling amethyst orbs looking down at him. He scoffed and turned around. “Go away demon” Raven, the young girl he had directed the comment towards, chuckled softly. At the sound he sat up to look at her. He loved hearing her laugh, it was light and breathy. “Come on damian, in a few days you’re gonna be the king while I'm gonna be at the bar drinking away the heartbreak of never being able to see you again” the violet haired girl said with so much seriousness in her voice that he almost believed her, but he knew better. So instead of responding to her he fell back into bed with a thud, waking the women in his bed up. She sat up using the blankets to cover herself, looking up at Raven. Slowly Raven had turned her head towards the future king, raising her brow. “You didn’t kick her out? That's a first” all the response she got in return was a glare.
Sometimes he wondered how they had ever become friends, of course he knew the answer to that. Just like him she had left her family, who lived in The Undergrounds, for a different and more understanding life. The Undergrounds was a few kingdoms away. No one knew anything about them -except that their future ruler had disappeared a while ago- and very few people were actually allowed to leave. From what he knew Raven had left illegal. Of course when he first met her he didn’t like this. However, as time went on he realized that unlike him, who left his home because he felt misunderstood, she did it to escape an abusive household. She told him that the king of The Undergrounds was an evil dictator.
The lady narrowed her eyes at Raven and looked at him with a pout and started batting her lashes. “Oh Damian, shouldn’t you kick this wrench out-“ she said looking at Raven “-so we can continue where we left off?” she started to touch his chest and was leaning in for a kiss when he had stopped her. He never understood women like her who thought that they meant more to him then a meaningless fling. As cruel as it sounded, he would only hook-up with someone when he was shit-faced drunk, and he always felt guilty about it afterwards since he knew that it was just driving a wedge between the one person he’d actual pursue a relationship with. He got out of bed, making sure he kept the blankets to his waist. He asked the lady to leave and after a couple minutes of her throwing a tantrum she finally did. “Well as fun as that was to watch” Raven started up. “Hurry up and get dressed” she told him, walking into his kitchen so she could make some tea.
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He was eighteen, he had been for awhile now, and was forced to live with his Father again. He wasn’t allowed to leave the castle and if he was, then he had two guards by his side at all times. He wasn’t allowed to go out and do frivolous things, which meant he wasn’t allowed to visit Raven. His coronation was in a couple of weeks and he had somehow managed to get his Father to agree to let him bring a plus one. He assumed his father meant for him to bring a princess, or a person of royal blood at least. But he decided that his time would be spent better with a friend. So he had bribed his guards, which was surprisingly easy to do, and they let him go do anything he wanted, still being by his side of course.
He had walked into a bar that he came to be fairly familiar with. Knowing Raven was here, his eyes scanned the room. She was being hit on by some guy, she didn’t seem very comfortable though. He wanted to march up to him and tell him to back off but apparently he didn’t have to. The guards had yelled for everyone to leave or they would be punished, and he was the first one out the door. While everyone was rushing to leave, including the bartender, she was looking at him. Taking her sweet time to finish her drink. By the time she was done there were only a couple of people left in the bar, all of them gathering their things to leave. After putting her glass down she looked at him one more time before grabbing her jacket off of a stool. “Stay” Damian's voice broke the silence. She looked up at him for a moment before she sat at a table, motioning for him to do the same.
“So…how have you been?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Six months Damian. I haven’t seen you in six months and you wanna know how I'm doing?” She said with a face of disbelief. “Look Raven, I know that you’re mad at me but I have a favour to ask” he said looking at her sheepishly. “If you ask me to dress up as a jester I'm going to punch you” she told him with a raised brow. “You know I'm your future king, correct” “you know I don’t care” he glared at her, knowing that she wasn’t afraid of him.
“I need a date for my coronation ball on Friday” he said, not being able to look her in the eye as he did it. “If you want me to hook you up with one of my friends then you’re out of luck” was it bad that he was relieved? Seeing as the one he wanted to go with was sitting across from him. “Besides, shouldn’t you be taking a princess?” She questioned. “Well that is what father expecs, but I'd much rather go with someone I am comfortable with” he informed her, resting his hands above hers. “I was wondering if you would accompany me?” He asked, looking her straight in the eyes knowing that would make her more likely to agree. “I have work” she said, retracting her hands from his. He looked disappointed for a moment until he remembered the second reason he had came.
“About that, I was wondering if you would like to be my general?” The shock in her eyes had told him that she didn’t expect that at all, which surprised him considering he had always joked about her being his general when he was king. “What about Clark?” She asked, knowing that the formal general hadn’t died. “He retired, something about wanting more time to spend with his family” taking her hands again he continued. “Raven, you’re one of the strongest people I know with a brilliant mind to match. You’re the only person I trust with such an important task, so either you accept the job or we don’t have a general. You wouldn’t want that now would you” he teased.
She was quiet for a moment, making Damian think she was going to turn him down until she met his gaze, and shook her head up and down. “Good” he smirked. “That means you can accompany me to the ball after all, since the general's attendance is mandatory” he said leaning back in his chair. “You sneaky bastard” she told him, but the smile on her face said all he needed to know; yes.
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Raven was so out of her element she was considering from resigning. Sure it had only been a couple of days of being Gotham's general but god she couldn’t attend anymore of these. As soon the ceremony was over Damian had taken her to meet his Father. At first he was disappointed in him for being with a peasant. That was until she opened her mouth. Everyone in the kingdom feared Bruce, and although she was afraid that he may throw her in the dungeon -as he had a no-killing policy- she decided to speak her mind clearly. He was surprised, and he was never surprised. When he found out that she had become the new general he couldn’t help but feel pride for his son, having chosen such a brilliant young woman. of course he couldn’t tell her any of this, so instead he dragged Damian away to meet some of the other leaders.
So here she was, awkwardly standing in a corner. She could feel the stares from some of the guests. Whether that was because no one knew her or for her attire she did not know. She had on a black floor length dress with red undertones. It was off the shoulders, the top portion being two long pieces of fabric crossecting each other. Her hair was curled with one side pinned behind her ear. A simple red gem on a silver chain was around her neck with small matching studs in her ears to match. As she took a sip of her drink a girl in a scarlet coloured ballroom gown, followed by two other girls; one in light blue and the other in light pink.
“Hello there, I'm princess Emiko of Star Kingdom” said the girl in the red gown, “and this is princess Kara of National-“ she said pointing to the one in blue “-and this is princess Dawn of Central Kingdom” she pointed to the one in pink. Turning back to face Raven she asked “and you are?” With a wide smile on her lips. “Raven,” she said as she took another sip of her champagne. The young girl's face fell for a moment, realizing that the girl in front of her wasn’t a princess, or had a title. Then her eyes brightened up as she looked at the purple haired girl. “Have you met him?” at her inquiry Raven raised an eyebrow. “The king!” the princess answered the other girl's silent question. “He’s so handsome,” the one in pink said. “No matter, you know if any of us have a chance it would be Emiko” at Raven’s confused face Emiko spoke. “King Oliver-“ the ruler of Star Kingdom “-is close friends with Damian's father” the girl clarified.
“Oh my god, he’s coming over here” the one in blue spoke. as he approached Raven stiffened, quickly finishing her drink. “Princesses” he nodded at them, taking and kissing each of the young princess's hands. turning to Raven he grinned. “General” he said slowly, his smile growing ten folds. “General? I didn’t know you were…” the young princess in front of Raven trailed off. “Oh yes, Raven here is the new General of Gotham, and-“ he let his eyes roam over her form as he stood beside her “-my date” he said putting an arm around the young woman. At this the princesses eyes widen, not understanding how a king could be with someone of non-royal blood, whether she was a general or not.
“I'm not your date” she deadpanned, shrugging his hands off her shoulders. “I'm only here because it’s mandatory,” she said, turning to face him. At that his smile fell, his face turning into something like guilt. “Yeah, about that…” he trailed off, chuckling a bit. Her eyes widened in shock “You mean I don’t have to be here” shaking his head he averted his gaze. “Well then” he heard her speak up. “I'm out of here” she said, walking forward. Forgetting about the princesses, he ran forward. Stepping in front of her, trying to convince her to stay.
“Look, I don't like being here as much as you do,” he sighed, hoping she wouldn’t be too mad that he tricked her. “Your presence is required. Plus you don’t have to walk around in heels all night” she really hated her choice of footwear that evening.
“Raven?” Damian heard a voice from behind him ask. He turned around to see prince Zilevo of The Undergrounds.Damian concluded that he had just arrived, since he still had a present in his grasp and hadn’t bothered to take his coat off. “You’re alive” he exclaimed with a clear amount of anger in his voice. “We had search parties out for months looking for you. Father even debated going out himself” at this Raven scoffed, clearly not believing him. “He’ll be thrilled to find out that you’re not dead. Then you can take your rightful place as the ruler of The Undergrounds” he informed the young girl, with jealousy clear in his voice. Unlike other kingdoms in which the oldest son inherited the crown, The Undergrounds new ruler would be whichever child was strongest.
“Prince Zilevo, I’m afraid you’re mistaken” Damian said, intervening. Ignoring him, Zilevo looked to Raven, questions in his eyes. “So you aren’t Raven?” he asked, raising a brow at her. “No, she is-“ Damian answered for her “-but she’s not a princess…” he trailed off connecting the dots. It explained a lot, like why she was so against prince Zilevo and his family, how the princess of The Undergrounds had gone missing around the same time Raven told him she left. “You are, aren’t you? Their future ruler” he asked in a cold tone, not facing her. He was upset, but not because she had lied to him. When they had first met he made advances towards her. Although he was alway thoroughly ignored, he didn’t lose hope, as he could take anyone he wanted to bed. Along the way he started to develop real feelings toward the purple eyed girl. He once asked why she didn’t want to sleep with him, seeing how people basically throw themselves at him. She had said it was pointless since he had to marry a royal. It was a logical rebuttal. However, it didn’t stop him from continuing to flirt with the young girl.
She nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. Looking at her brother she scoffed again. “I don't want the crown, you can have it” “you know that’s not how it works” the prince stepped forward standing beside Damian. “Father will only give the crown to you, Gutizia already tried to take it after you left” he said referring to another one of their brothers. Despite all of them being the king’s offspring, each had a different mother. While Raven's brothers' mothers were people with money and power, her mother, Arella, had been a peasant who met the king by chance. In her early life Raven lived with her mother, it was a quiet and simply life. That was until her mother was killed after Raven had visited her Father for the first time, exclaiming she was his child. Before her death, Arella had confirmed this, then she was hung for “treason” as the king put it. After this her father had forced her to train, realizing that having a royal-peasant hybrid rule the Grounds would help open the demons -people who lived in the undergrounds were called- minds.
“Well I'm not going back” she said, crossing her arms. “He thought you were dead, we all did” her brother said, raising his voice slightly at her. “Well make sure the bastard still believes that'' she said before walking away, going on to one of the many balconies. She was furious that she was found out. She also knew that Zilevo couldn’t keep his mouth shut and she’d be forced to leave Gotham and rule over that revolting kingdom, or witness a war break out. She also wanted to talk to Damian and explain. She knew that he was upset and would have a bunch of questions. As she was debating going back she heard the door for the balcony open. Standing there was none other than the new king of gotham.
“I'm sorry” she started immediately, not giving him a chance to speak. “Despite what you may think, I didn't like lying to you. Everything else I said about my family was true -the abuse, the crimes, the greed and anger- it was all real. I couldn't go back and telling anyone, even you, made my chances of getting caught significantly higher” she pleaded with him, trying to make him understand her reasoning. “You know,” he said, coming to stand beside her. “By law if you marry a king before you inherit your kingdom then you have no obligation to them” he said looking at her, bringing his hand to rest on her cheek. She leaned into the touch a bit, glad that he wasn’t mad. Taking his hand off and placing it on the railing, he looked out to the midnight sky.
“If that was your lame attempt at asking me to marry you. Then no” she told him after a moment of silence. He turned to face her, giving her a small sad smile. “But, if that was your lame attempt at asking me on a date…then I wouldn’t oppose” she said the last bit so quietly he almost thought he dreamt it, but the smile on his face and the twitch of her hands assured him he hadn’t. He couldn’t help the smile that crept itself onto his face as he spun her around while they embraced.
They had won. Honestly she wasn’t sure if they would. Sure Raven had gone up against Trigon before, twice actually, and won. But this was different. For one, the men that they had faced off weren’t her Father, or men. Rather they were demons; her half-brothers to be exact.
Only three of them were present. Kuko, Gutizia, and Zilevo. Or more commonly known as Lust, Wrath, and Greed. They were powerful and could easily become like their Father, which was all that they wanted. To them being like Trigon was the only thing that mattered. Unfortunately it seemed like they were born without a brain, most demons were. If they didn’t have a master to serve then they’d cause chaos for the sake of causing it, instead of having an actual reason, like world domination.
She had to admit that she was surprised that, between the three of them, they had enough brain cells to even think about attacking. The Justice League hadn’t expected it, The Titans hadn’t, and honestly neither had she. She assumed that they would have chopped each other's heads off or something, considering they always bickered. Seeing as their only purpose was to serve Trigon, they all wanted him to like them and treat them as equals. Considering that her Father didn’t even treat her with respect, his gateway, she found it foolish of them to think that he would ever treat them like they were equals.
Most of the time it was annoying, but sometimes she liked to see them talk about how Father would be proud of them. It made her realize that even the enslaved could have hope. Of course it got annoying when they would fight for his approval, but they were the ones who had inspired her to trap Trigon and move to earth. Her brothers did not take kindly to the fact that she had done this, but had never gone after her. That was until now.
She was almost taken in the middle of the night, thankfully Damian had sensed something wrong with her through the bond. He rushed to her room, awakening the other Titans simultaneously. When he had opened her room door he was met with a smashing chair. Raven was in the middle of the room, eyes going dark, objects encased with black energy around her. A few moments later she dropped, along with everything else. After she woke up in the medical bay the next morning everyone had questions. She told them about her brother and how she didn’t think it was a thing to mention before because they were mindless idiots.
Every couple of weeks after that there would be calls about demonic energy. People reporting that they had seen these monsters. Women and men being raped by them or having their items stolen. Then they attacked the tower. It had taken all The Titans strength and three hours of non-stop assaults to get them to stop. Using their magic together made them better opponents. Eventually Damian had cut all three of their heads off at once while Raven had encased them with her magic. Shouting at them in her native tongue. Who knew demons understood Azarathian? After she had yelled at them for a bit -later telling her teammates that she was just cursing at them- she had damned them back to hell.
“Your family seems like a nightmare,” Damian said, walking up to her. As soon as she sent them back she had been on the roof mediating, not even taking time to clean her wounds. “Like your’s is so great. an Al Guhl and a Wayne. The League of Assassins and the Batfam” she remarked. “I guess both our families sucks” he said, coming to sit down next to her, his feet dangling off the side of the T-shaped tower. “That’s a given” she replied, floating down next to him. Opening her eyes she looked off into the water.
“I'm fine” she said, sensing the worry in him. “If that were true you wouldn’t have fresh blood dripping from your lips right now” he muttered, raising an eyebrow at her. her hands came up to her mouth to wipe it away but she wiped on the wrong side. “Wrong side” he mused, smiling to himself slightly. Moving her hand to the other side she attempted again, but failed. Before she could try for the third time his hand came up and he wiped the blood with his thumb. He then proceeded to have his hand rest against her cheek as he looked into his maskless eyes bored into hers. Outwardly she didn’t have much of a reaction to the odd display of affection, inwardly she thought her heart would beat out of her chest.
Damian and Raven liked each other. They knew it. Their teammates knew it. His family knew it. Still, they were not dating, or kissed. Neither one of them was used to being touched so mutually they had agreed to take things slow. At first they wouldn’t even graze one another's hands.
Over time they had become more comfortable with the idea of touching the other to show affection. They would frequently hug after a battle or casually lean on the other. Damian would more often than not help carry her when the weight of her father's words and constant fighting became too much for her physical body. So yes, they were more comfortable with one another but still, they had not kiss. Each of them realized that if they did kiss, then whatever they had would become ‘official’ and both of them were scared.
However, looking at each other now. They both realized that they wanted this. Coming to terms with the fact that, although they may not act like it, they wanted to be loved. Slowly they both leaned in, almost as if gravity was making them do it.
It was the best kiss Raven ever had. Most likely because everyone else who kissed her were much older demons who thought that she was a naive hybrid and would gladly let them have whatever she had to offer -and being Trigon the Terrible’s daughter, that was a lot- because she was in love. When these demons found out that forcefully kissing her without consent wouldn’t make her love them, they tried to get her in bed. But Damian was different. He was slow and gentle, nervous at first. This was his first kiss.
He was always training when he was with the league, and Raven had been one of the few girls he met his age that didn’t throw themselves at him. After a while he started to kiss her more passionately.
However she had broken away when he bit on her lower lip. Not because she wasn’t enjoying herself or that she didn’t want to, because she did. Rather because her Father had started yelling at her, again. Telling him to “quiet down” and that she’ll “never release” him, she looked at Damian leaning in again.
Later that evening The Titans had ordered a bunch of pizza to celebrate the defeat of her brothers. Damian and Raven though, were celebrating something else. The start of a new relationship.
May 10: Handcuffed/bound together OR crossdressing/costumes
He couldn’t believe what had happened. Damian Wayne couldn’t fathom how he, the son of Batman and Taila Al Guhl, had gotten in this position. He would have never predicted that he would be in this situation, with her no less. Damian currently had his hands and feet bound together, leaning against an unconscious Raven.
They had been taken hostage by Deathstroke. He had knocked them out, and Damian had only just woken up. He was stripped of all his armour and was left with just his black muscle-shirt and black pants along with his green boots. He couldn’t see what Raven was wearing, considering she was behind him, but he couldn’t feel the material of her cloak and that worried him.
Damian knew that Deathstroke was a maniac and would do just about anything to get under his skin, including hurting Raven. He cursed himself for letting her get involved in this. Of course Raven would have seen this differently.
He had been acting secretive, even towards her. So one day she made the stupid decision to follow him, little did she know that he was actually following someone too. He knew that the gas leak hadn’t been some accident and knew only one person would do something so malicious. So he had been gathering intel on him. He hadn’t told any of the other Titans, even Raven, because he assumed they would just call him obsessive and Kory would have ordered him to stop at once.
However, he underestimated how much they all cared for him, especially Raven. Although he was furious about the situation and being captured he couldn’t help but feel good that she cared about him. This, in turn, made him feel guilty because he knew she would never feel about him the way he felt about her, and why would she, it was a surprise she even cared enough to follow them.
They had been close friends for a year and half, but recently he had been getting distant and snapping at her. However, this was unrelated to his case on Deathstroke and more of a personal matter. Seeing as how growing up he was taught to manipulate his emotions so anything he felt was turned into anger, which is what he used to fuel his strength and energy in a fight. It came to no shock that when he started to feel emotions, ones that he had never felt before, for Raven he naturally turned it into anger. When he wasn’t working on the case he would be in the training room for hours on end trying to burn anger, to no avail. It had seemed that the more he tried to deny the emotion and manipulate it the stronger it became.
On a rare day that he decided to do something other than work and instead opted to read a book also happened to be the day that Raven decided that they needed to talk.
“Damian…we need to talk,” she said coming into his room. He looked up at her with a blank expression on his face. she sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy. Before she could continue though he spoke up “if you need help with something I’m sure Logan is more than useful” he responded in a controlled voice, much like her own. “Actually this is something I can only talk to you about,” she said, trying to gain his attention. “Maybe you try learning how to deal with your problems yourself for a change” he used such a cold and unwelcoming tone that she had to suppress a shiver. From there he had said some pretty awful things to her, like how she had dragged them all into a suicide mission when they went to hell for her, or how she was basically useless without her powers.
He didn’t mean it, any of it. He liked that Raven could confide in him about her issues and he was actually fine with going to hell for her, he didn’t think his stay at the Titans would be anything interesting but obviously he had been wrong. He also had to admit that Raven was an admirable fighter, he had seen her knock over grown men and held her own against him on the rare occasion they would spar. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of moaning and some movement behind him.
She had woken up, not being able to remember a thing. having her hands and feet being bound together was only adding to her confusion, along with being in the dark leaning up against… and then she remembered. She remembered how she had somehow convinced herself that going after the ex-assassin was a good idea even after he had basically told her off, for what? That's what she was still trying to figure out.
If she had been anyone else she would have taken what he said to heart, and have her feeling hurt. Not to say that they weren’t, but she was able to keep them under control, happiness didn’t like the distance he was putting between them and anger wanted to rip him apart but she managed to get them to quiet down. She knew he didn’t mean the things he said to her and he was going through something. She could sense his anger and it was straining her empathic shields, but she also didn’t like seeing him angry. So she wanted to talk to him. Only to figure out that the anger was just a mask and wasn’t real.
So while she may have been upset with him for saying all those things, true or not, whether he meant them or not, he was still her friend and teammate. She had followed him, he had just turned the corner and then everything went dark. It was then that she realized that the object she was leaning against was the baby bat himself. She turned her head slightly and was able to see a bit of his form. He wasn’t in his uniform like he had been when he left. She looked down at herself and realized neither was she, not fully anyways. Her cloak was missing and she was not happy about that. She didn’t know where she was or who did this but one thing was for sure, there would be hell to pay if she didn't get her cloak back.
“Raven?'' Damian asked, unsure if she was conscious or not. “Are you awake” “Yeah” she said softly, he had almost missed it. She sighed, not understanding how she kept managing to get herself kidnapped. “Do…do you remember anything?” she asked him, hopeful he knew what happened to them and why they were tied up. “We were kidnapped by Deathstroke” came his hesitant reply. She knew that he had captured Damian before and kept him in a much worse condition, so she could only imagine that being captured by him again was a lot harder for him then it was for her. “Why” she asked after a moment of silence, which he just gave his typical “tt” but seeing as she hadn’t spoken up again he realized that she was serious. “He’s an evil, manipulative, disgusting person, that’s why Raven” he thought it should have been pretty obvious as to why he would do something like this. “But why would he kidnap us. He may be an evil bastard but he also has a reason behind all of his crimes. so it seems kinda odd that he would capture us two, just us two, out of nowhere. If he wanted to pull something like before he would have the entire team here…so why us?” which was actually a valid question. Of course he knew why they had captured them.
Damian was getting close to figuring out what his next move was, while Raven was a case of wrong place at the wrong time, but he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her about the countless hours he had put in to figure out what his plans were. “Damian?” he heard her speak up “I know that you know why we're here so you better tell me what's going on,” she said in her usual monotone voice. He decided that if they were down here then he might as well. “I’ve been tracking his movements ever since the gas leak a couple of weeks ago. That's why I’ve been so distant” he assumed that she would be furious or at the very least upset that he would do something so dangerous but all she did was sigh. She knew that wasn’t the entire truth but let it go anyways.
“My wrists hurt” she mumbled a moment later and then they were engraved in a black swirl and were suddenly in the common room. Damian blinked, he couldn’t believe that Deathstroke forgot about her powers. “A little help here” she growled at someone, and he felt them untying their wrists. After he had his hands free he got to work on untying his feet, still not believing the events that had just happened, he would have to train extensively after this.
Deathstroke had just come back from visiting a church. He had gone to get some holy water as he assumed that would be the most efficient way to suppress the little demon's powers, he also knew that it would burn her and make the baby bat worried about his teammate. Capturing her, or any of them, wasn’t really something he had expected to do and since his last hideout had been destroyed he was running low on supplies. When he had gotten back to his lair he immediately went to where he had put the young Titans. “This’ll be fun” he thought before walking into an empty room.
