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The wave of heat hits Damian first as soon as he opens the door leading to one of their outdoor pools of Titan’s tower. Then the humidity in the air wraps around him tight, nearly taking his breath away. It clings to his skin, bringing with it a sticky sensation that he despises. It’s a great contrast from the harsh winters of Nanda Parbat, although right now he’s not sure which is worse.

When he steps out onto the granite deck surrounding the water, he can hear the loud chirp of crickets from down below. The sun’s already set and the reflection of the water shines bright. He looks up to see the sky in clear view. The stars wink down at him like they know something he doesn’t. Then he sees something else that causes one of his brows to raise.

A full moon.

He frowns in thought. Some view it as a sign of something dangerous. A sense of foreboding even. The hairs rising on his arms should be a sign of what’s to come.

But now that he’s looking at it fully in quiet wonder, he’s seeing it more as a sign of completion. A sense of rightness maybe, or even a symbol of light shining on darkness. Good prevailing over evil.

It’s a nice reminder to him that he’s on the right path. That he’s making his own choice to stay on that path every day as a Titan. As Robin.

Self-reflection, although something he makes an effort to do often, isn’t the reason that he’s here at the pool at three am in the morning.

No, his reason for coming up here is currently swimming what seems like her fiftieth lap around the pool.

He takes a moment to look around.

The patio table to the left reveals her clothes for the evening folded neatly. The ones she’d worn at dinner after her day off. There’s been several times Damian decided to wear his civvies too, if only for a small sense of normalcy for the day. Not that he’ll ever really achieve it. No, his grandfather made that clear to him from the beginning of his youth.

Raven doesn’t slow when he draws closer, so he takes the time to observe the rest of the area while she starts on yet another lap.

The full moon causes flashes of light to reflect off the pool and into the deck. Shapes of that light dance off the panels of the tower. Raven apparently decided to turn the deck lights off in favor of turning on the string lights above the bar. Beside it two palm trees wave gently with a light breeze, giving him a small reprieve of the strangling heat. Although that still doesn’t stop the beads of sweat beginning to line his forehead.

“I figured you’d find me here eventually,” A voice calls out to him, low and sultry. There’s something predatorial in her tone that matches the growing smirk on her face. Even the heat can’t stop the shiver down his back, and Damian is suddenly thinking this isn’t his best idea.

“I wanted to come check on you since you said you didn’t feel good at dinner.” He tells her, unsure if he should step closer. It’d taken a little longer than he wanted to admit to find her. The first place he thought to look was the library. The next was the training room. He honestly didn’t think he’d find her here.

Raven pulls herself up out of the water enough to rest her top half on the deck. One arm rests there while the other cups her chin, and she tilts her head with a curious look. Water from her strappy black bikini top drips onto the deck, along with the ends of her ebony locks. The rest of her hair is slicked back with some of the strands shining a dark blue against the light of the moon. He watches for a moment, eyes traveling down to the cheap strings holding the top of her bikini together. Damian swallows.

“That was so that no one else would try to look for me, but I knew that you would eventually.” Raven tells him.

Damian frowns at her with the smallest downturn of his mouth. “You didn’t have to hide. If you wanted some time to yourself you could have said something,” he crosses his arms, “although now I’m wondering why you felt the need to hide at all.”

Raven’s amusement is clear in her eyes, although her smirk is gone, “I’m not exactly hiding.”

“Maybe, but you’re not exactly telling the truth either.”

“Maybe not.”

Damian watches her dip back underwater after her cryptic answer. Something’s been off about her for the entire week—especially now more than ever. He knows Raven better than anyone in this tower, and yet he hasn’t been able to figure out what it is. It bothers him, even more so because now it’s become more of a challenge to find out why. Too bad she’s not giving me any hints.

His curiosity draws him closer to her, up towards the ledge so that he can smell the faint chlorine of the pool when Raven breaks back through the surface.

“Why are you swimming?” he asks her while giving into the humidity by rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. After, he crouches in a squat to look into her eyes.

Up close he notices that they’re darker—looking closer to plum than lilac. His own eyes widen just a bit when he sees that her pupils are very, very, dilated.

“Because I like the way it feels on my skin,” she says, her hands gliding up through the water. “It…takes the edge off.”

Damian’s brows burrow further together as he takes in her words, his thoughts taking him through every scenario explaining what could be wrong. He wonders briefly if someone drugged her, but that can’t be possible.They all spent the entire day in the tower. He also knows that Raven spent a lot of that day secluded in her room.

“What do you mean?” he asks her.

Raven seems to think about something for a moment, before throwing him another alluring look that sends his heart pounding, “It’s really better if you don’t know. You being here is already tempting enough so you should probably leave.”

His attention is brought to her lips when she bites her lower one. There’s something in the back of his mind ringing the alarm bell—because something is obviously wrong. Raven’s not in her right mind, but there’s also something compelling about the way she looks at him through her lashes with hooded eyes. It lights a flame, starting a wave of heat inside of himself that can’t be staunched.

It’s not the first time that he’s hit with the strong urge to pull her against him tight and kiss her until she forgets her own name. However tonight there’s a much stronger urgency that pushes that thought aside in favor of making sure that she’s okay.

“You can talk to me, Raven. Whatever’s going on we can figure it out, you don’t have to be alone.”

She stares at him then, taking him in for what seems to be the first time. Her eyes brighten in a hunger that Damian hadn’t noticed before as she puts her arms back out on the deck to hoist herself up. When her face is mere inches from his he can no longer ignore her aura that lures him in. Like a siren singing a sailor to his fate, Raven smiles sweetly when she reaches up to trail his face. The feel of her fingers on his skin burns hotter than the sweltering heat outside.

“Are you sure? I could tell you…” she pulls his face closer to whisper in his ear, “...or I could show you.”

The ghost of her lips trails the shell of his ear, her breath warm against his skin. Her fingers make a path down his neck, to his chest. Damian’s breath catches in his throat at her touch. There’s an unspoken opportunity in the air that’s not lost on him.

But it’s also something he never thought he’d have. And as much as he wants to take it and not look back, he knows this isn’t his Raven.

Her eyes are too clouded—too vulnerable, and he needs to understand what’s going on before he even thinks about exploring this any further.

So he opts for sternness in response, “You need to tell me what’s going on before I drag you out of this pool and straight to the med-bay.”

Raven actually pouts, and that alone nearly undoes his composure. Her bottom lip glistens with water, practically begging to be ravished.

“You’re no fun,” she heaves a deep sigh, “If you’re not going to help me then just go.”

Damian furrows his brows, “it’s not that I don’t want to help you Raven. I just need you to tell me what’s going on. Did someone drug you?”

Raven sighs again in what he can tell is frustration, but from what he’s not sure.

“No, no one’s drugged me. It’s…well it’s my heat,” she says bluntly.

The only show of Damian’s surprise is the blink of his eyes.

“I—okay,” he swallows thickly, “can you…?” He trails off, the unspoken question asking her to explain further hanging in the air between them.

“It only happens once a year. On a full moon around the summer solstice. My demon half becomes…ravenous. Only Kori knows about it, and she’s helped me with getting everyone out of the tower before but…”

“Oh.” Oh.

Kori’s in bludhaven right now helping Grayson with a case.

“Yeah, and to be honest you being here is making this really…difficult,” her eyes flick back over to him, shooting him a dangerous look, “so if there’s anything else that you’d like to know, don’t ask me tonight. Ask me tomorrow.”

There’s so many questions swimming in his mind right now, but the red beginning to seep into Raven’s irises bat them all aside.

“So you…want my help?” He’s nearly breathless at his own question.

“That depends,” her voice dips lower as her mouth grows into a smirk, “are you sure you want to help?”

It’s a fair question, one that he should answer carefully, but the need growing in her eyes dwindles all of his thoughts. He wants to drown in them—do whatever he can to satiate her.

“I need you to answer.” her whisper is raspier—filled with so many emotions that he can’t even begin to interpret right now. All he knows is that she’s giving him a last chance to walk away—a warning that he should listen to. He can still salvage this moment, turn around, and act like he never found her at the pool. He can pretend that he never noticed that Raven hasn’t been herself lately, and wait for the dust to settle. It would be easy enough, and probably the simpler choice. Probably the right choice.

The only problem is he doesn’t want to make the right choice tonight.

And maybe it’s the full moon, or something else entirely, but Damian can’t help but feel drawn to Raven’s hazy eyes that speak of a promise. A promise that he wants to fulfill for her.

So when her hands bunch in his shirt, he takes hold of her wrists, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes,” he murmurs, completely entranced by her. “I want to help you.”

A moment of silence passes between them, and Damian thinks that maybe she’s changed her mind about the entire thing. It’s long enough to make him hesitate—to wonder if he’s in over his head.

Then Raven suddenly pulls him into the pool with her by the collar of his shirt.

The plunge is shockingly cold—a stark contrast to the feverish heat around the deck. Damian doesn’t even have time to recover when he feels hands on his body—fast and shaking and making quick work of his shirt. It’s off before he even opens his eyes underwater, and Raven lets it sink to the bottom. Then she pushes her body against his before taking the back of his neck in her hands. Pulling them together just as quick, her lips crash against his in a way that makes him feel lightheaded. Her legs lock around his waist and she grinds against him that causes a groan in the back of his throat. He can’t help but be swept under the wave of her passion.

All of it makes his head spin.

Damian can hold his breath for longer than most, but he doesn’t want to stay underwater. After regaining his footing he pushes off the bottom of the pool with his legs. Water splashes between them as he breaks the surface. He shakes his hair to get the excess out. Meanwhile Raven doesn’t waste time latching her lips onto his neck, finding his pulsepoint and sucking hard. Damian gasps, pushing her back with both hands on her shoulders, but she’s unperturbed.

“R-Raven, slow down—” his breath hitches in his throat as her teeth drag across the juncture of his throat while she grinds against him again. She swallows the rest of his protests with another open-mouthed kiss, her tongue immediately darting out to taste him.

He can’t help but groan into their kiss. One of his hands finds their way to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her wet strands while the other takes hold of her ass in a firm grip. Raven sucks on his lower lip before nipping it. She grinds against him again and he throws his head back with a groan, breaking their kiss.

Raven takes advantage by trailing more wet kisses down his neck, sucking just enough to redden the flesh there before moving on. She grinds against him again, and again, until his erection is straining against his pants almost to the point of pain.

Then she wriggles in his grasp with a whimper, unsatisfied with the fabric still between them.

“Damian,” she pants into his mouth, “I need you to move now.”

He curses, gathering her up against him as he walks towards the steps. Raven’s legs circle around his waist, legs crossing at his lower back while he steps out onto the deck. Her confusion is notable in the way she slackens, looking around to see where he’s headed.

“Hold on, just need to get a towel,” he tells her.

“I don’t need one,” she says, frustration growing in her voice.

“Wait Raven, just one second—ah” his voice cuts off as she nips his earlobe, nibbling the flesh there as she tries to flex her hips against him again—looking for any kind of friction to help ease her need.

He lays the towel out on a pool chair, then follows it to lay them down on it. Then he helps her onto her back as much as he can while she continues to cling to him—refusing to let go.

Damian puts his hands on her, up to hold her face before kissing her there. She leans up, drinking him in, and he allows her to hold him there flush against her for a few minutes. Then his hands start roaming her body, up and down her arms and her chest, tracing the outline of her bikini tops. He leans up to look at her.

She’s unlike anything he’s ever seen before. With pink, flushed skin with wet hair all askew. The endless curves of her body and that look in her eyes as she watches him, drunk on the pleasure of their emotions. It’s so fucking sexy, and she’s all his because he’s definitely not letting her go ever again.

Raven looks as if she’s about to protest, and he realizes he’s taken too long to look at her. He uses the pad of his thumb to draw circles around one of her nipples, delighting in her sharp inhale of breath. The other digs into one side of her hip to help hold her still. Every hitched breath, every moan and whimper, he promises to commit to memory. He lowers his face to bite her other nipple through her top.

She groans, her hands burying in his hair, as she arches up into his mouth—body pleading for more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into her chest as his lips trail across to her other nipple in honor of giving it the same attention.

Raven whines as his mouth lowers, “Enough teasing Damian, I need more,” she says, nearly growling. He looks up, watching as another pair of eyes threaten to form on her face at her demand.

He acquiesces, releasing her nipple and placing an apologetic kiss at the corner of her jaw. Then he draws further away from her, “Okay,” he agrees, “no more teasing.”

Raven sits up on her elbows to watch him. “Where are you going—”

Another whine that does not sound human is pulled from her as Damian settles between her legs and places a kiss on her core through her bikini bottoms. His fingers trail up her thigh. Then he pulls the strings from both sides of her bottoms, allowing them to fall. He doesn’t waste anymore time.

The second he pulls the fabric down he slips a finger in between her folds and he groans with her, “Fuck, Raven, you’re so wet.”

She takes him eagerly as one finger starts to ease its way inside of her. He grazes over a spot that has her crying out and arching against the heel of his palm. She’s so warm and her heat entices him further inside.

He can’t help it. He watches her drown in her pleasure, sprawled out before him, beneath him, all around him. With strands of wet hair spread out wildly around her, and the whisper of his name on her lips—begging him to do anything except stop.

Raven’s a delectable feast and he’s starving.

For years he’s wondered how she’d taste. When his mouth lowers onto her for the first time, he knows he’ll never be able to get enough of her. Reveling in her broken pleas, she tastes so devastatingly good. He drinks her in, lips moving expertly to draw out more of her pleasure. Then he works another finger inside of her, setting a brutal rhythm together with his mouth. Continuing until he feels a hand on his head that tugs on his hair, just as his tongue darts out to circle her clit.

“Yesss that feels so good, mate, do not stop now,” her voice is a deeper and otherworldly growl, and it sends another shiver down his spine. His member throbs against his pants at his new pet-name.

Then Damian feels her hand against his scalp sharpen with claws. She holds him there against her as her sex clenches around his fingers. He doubles down on his efforts, suckling as he pumps his fingers in and out of her, over and over.

He murmurs praises against her skin, “That’s it, you’re almost there. I can feel you clenching my demoness. Will you come for me?”

One more push, and she falls hard. When she releases her scream, it isn’t human, and her claws dig into his scalp. It doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Her pleasure numbs the pain, and he does everything in his power to draw it out for as long as he can.

A feverish heat settles over his skin as he helps her come down from her high. It sets every nerve he has on fire. He comes to a realization that her heat must be affecting him somehow, because he feels like he can tend to her forever. To her every whim and need.

He starts to trail kisses up her legs again.

The power Raven seems to ignite in him is indescribable. It’s taking over every single one of his senses.

And it makes him ravenous.

Damian pins her back down with minimal protest as he sends her a heated stare, effectively sealing their fates.

“Again.”

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