~Thought to Existence~

Damian woke quickly, as always, sitting up and kicking his blankets away without hesitation. The mechanical shutters over his windows were down but he knew that the sun would just be beginning its slow rise into the sky. He swung his feet off the left side of his bed, bare feet hitting the cool ground beneath him. His morning routine was so ingrained in his head he rarely thought of it anymore; he instinctively fell to the ground to do a set of one hundred push up. He quickly followed the first set with a second set of sit ups. Feeling a light sweat break Damian finished his small work out. He was dressed sparingly in a pair of silk pants, light and soft, easy to sleep in. Otherwise he was shirtless and with out socks. His room was large but lightly furnished. The large bed with clean white sheets, a couch and coffee table facing a large flat screen television mounted on the wall, and two large closets. One of which held his uniform and armory. The second held more weapons and his few civilian clothes. His walls had no pictures or paintings instead Damian had mounted the largest variety of weapons any one would ever want or need. He had everything from a verity of swords and knives, to scythes and a guandao. A sliding door opposite of Damian's bed led to a large bathroom for his personal use. It came complete with a shower and separate bathtub, the size of a hot tub, along with a sink and toilet. Damian had originally thought the place to be quaint but it had grown on him the longer he had stayed with his fellow titans. One titan in particular was starting to grow closer to Damian and it annoyed him to no end. He had always hated people other than his grandfather. More recently he had really grown closer to Grayson and in extension he had slowly grown closer to his father. It was a work in progress as their morals and beliefs always clashed, so an uneasy peace had been brokered within the bat family. Damian wiped the back of his hand across his forehead and moved towards his bathroom, the small hissing sound of hydraulics sounded in the silence filled room. The metal panel slid to the side admitting Damian to the bathroom. The door slid shut behind him leaving him in a deeper silence than before. He discarded his only clothing and turned his shower on, keeping the water cold, it would wake him for the coming day. While waiting for his shower Damian brushed his teeth and checked on a set of stitches on his right shoulder. He had been injured during the Titans final confrontation with Brother Blood. Then again Damian had always been stronger, faster, smarter, and overall just better than an average human. He was lucky that he healed faster then most. Damian hesitated a moment and eyed his naked body up and down in his mirror, not to admire but to inspect with a critical eye, muscle and bone was all he was made of. There was no added fat for him to see, a lithe toned body with clearly outlined muscles covering him. It was the body of a warrior not a teenager. His gaze trailed down the mirror inspecting his chest, abdominals, the stark V line, and lower… Damian quickly shook his head, he was sure no one else around the tower would entertain such thoughts. He Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne, was not meant to think of romantic or sexual relationships. It was beneath him.

It was hours later when Damian encountered the first Titan of the day. He was seated in the towers main room, on a stool at the kitchen island with a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. Next to the plate was a tablet which seemed to have attracted most of Damian's attention. So engrossed was he that he was unable to sense the second person approaching from behind him. The scent of incense filled the air causing Damian to frown and look up from his tablet and half eaten food. There she was, over his right shoulder, seemingly without a care in the world her dark hair matched only by Damian's. Her pale white skin contrasting against her dark blue and purple clothing. Damian was at a loss for words, something that was happening more frequently around Raven. Raven was looking at the tablet with mock interest causing Damian to quickly turn it off as if defending what he had been reading. Raven responded with an arched eyebrow retreating from his personal space with a few backwards steps. She broke the uneasy silence first, her soft voice as always revealed none of her emotions, " No need to be so...secretive. After all it's just me." Raven smiled, a rare occurrence that Damian counted himself lucky to see on a regular basis. It only ever happened when the two of them were alone together. He hesitate on his response but forced the words out. "No it's just..I was… it doesn't matter," He eyed her up and down an unfamiliar feeling appearing in his chest. Damian coughed and glanced away, searching for a topic changer. "Wake up okay? I expected you to be meditating for at least another hour," Damian was growing in confidence now, his old stride returning. "I usually see Starfire first, Beast and Beetle tend to sleep in till noon. Raven rewarded Damian with a small laugh, something even he never got to hear. She nodded in agreement her voice containing her amusement, "I would be meditating right now if this annoying thing would leave me alone." The annoying thing that had been called into the limelight was Raven's new puppy, and Robin's apparently, it was a small creature with pitch black fur and dark black eyes. Damien had been reluctant at first to accept the responsibility of a pet but Raven had convinced him to take up the mantle with her. The two of them had decided that the common bird theme needed to be continue so the next logical step was to name the puppy Crow. Even as Robin inspected the animal through his mask it was sniffing around his stool as if sensing the food that lay above. Robin sighed reluctantly and grabbed his plate bending to set it on the ground for Crow to finish anything that remained. Robin looked up his masked white eyes were suddenly caught by the opposing violet orbs. Raven had fallen silent as if sensing the moment between the two of them. Robin reached forward slowly, almost carefully, afraid of scaring her away. Of course Raven just moved forward slipping her hands around Robin's waist to embrace him. Robin hugged back, resting his chin on the top of her head. Ever since Terra's death and the Titans confrontation with H.I.V.E, the group had been forced to find comfort in different things. Beast boy had started secluding himself, spending a lot more time in his room or in the training simulations. Blue Beetle had been volunteering a lot more building a small life away from the tower and team. Raven and Robin on the other hand… they had been finding a lot more comfort with each other. They hadn't taken any drastic steps yet. Small hugs and holding hands when alone. Robin had been spending a lot more time in Raven's room and her in his. The entire relationship had taken months to fully grow into existence but it had done wonders for Robin. He felt calmer and more relaxed around her. Even when he snapped at others around him Raven would be there to calm him. In return Raven had gotten a lot better and expressing herself, if only around Robin. Lastly Starfire had retreated to her shared apartment with Nightwing obviously finding a lot more comfort in her romantic relations with him. "Well this is certainly… unexpected." Beast Boy's voice was cautious and scared to break the tender moment. Robin grunted and pulled back from Raven, who was also retreating, through she remained close to Robin. Robin cleared his throat and glanced from side to side, raven had looked to the side to let her cowl hide her blush which was obvious against her pale skin. "Oh Beast boy...uhh Garfield you're up early….earlier than usual." Beast body nodded and glanced away. He was backing away now obvious regret on his face and in his voice, "I'm sorry I didn't want to see you….I'm just having a bad morning….By the way Jaime is out for the day and Starfire is out with Nightwing. As for me...I'll make myself scarce." Without another word beast boy morphed into what Robin could only assume was a fly. Raven had turned back around, removing her hood and leaning in closer to Robin, really close, Robin could see her pale lips. They invited him in a way that he had never felt before. It was annoying and dangerous at the same time. Even her voice sent shivers up his spine, "Why don't we….go to my room?" Raven's blush was more apparent now since she had never been good at hiding an emotion once it had grown out of control. It was why she always meditated. Robin nodded quickly and stood, side stepping Crow who was finishing his meal, following Raven out of the common room. Robin's stomach was suddenly filled with dread as if he had just eaten a rock. Raven had reached back to take Robin's hand, leading him down the hallways to her bedroom, favoring walking over summoning a portal. Raven's door opened with a familiar hiss surrounding Robin in the familiar smell of incense and Raven. It calmed him down surprisingly fast causing Robin to take a deep sigh of relief. Unfortunately his relief was short lived. He turned from the closed door to take in Raven's room. It was furnished more than his own room as she had been at the tower a lot longer then him. A few pictures lined the walls of old triumphs or events, carpets covered the ground. Her bed had the same general style of Robin's though Raven had turned hers in for the more familiar colors of black and blue. Her pillows were purple silk matching the paint scheme of the walls. Of course candles and incense burned in regular intervals giving light to the dark room. Obviously Raven had decided to leave her windows shuttered and her lights off for a reason. The reason was what had Robin worried. In the amount of time he had wasted spacing out and looking around the room like an idiot, Raven had been at work. Her cape and hood were gone leaving her in her dark blue skin tight bodysuit and her dark leggings to cover her pale skin. Her boots had been kicked off and her belt dropped. She was standing at the edge of her bed with her arms wrapped around her body, as if to protect herself from his gaze. She was embarrassed, scared, and unsure of how to act but seemed to want to continue. Robin reached up slowly to remove his mask, pale blue eyes blinked and adjusted to the gloom. It was bright enough to see. Bright enough for him to undo his belt and shed his cape. His boots quickly followed, leaving both their clothes on the ground in a mess. Suddenly He was Damian again and he could see Rachel in front of him. He stepped closer to her with nothing but his body suit on, something he was sure they would both lose soon. The silence between the two of them was growing. It wasn't awkward rather it was comfortable. The silence of two teens just starting to come to terms with their feelings for one another. The silence of expectation at what was coming. Damian's hands moved for her hips, pulling her close to him so he could look down at her. She looked away for the first few moment, unwilling to meet his eyes.

He caught her attention with one phrase, "Raven….I don't want to wait anymore."

The moment she turned to look at him, Damian leaned down. He was scared that he would miss and his heart felt ready to burst out of his chest and run away. A few seconds later he could feel the soft feeling of her beautiful lips against his. Their first kiss was tender and only lasted a few moments leaving them breathless and clinging to each other.