This is based on the drawing and art by someone I found on Tumbler. I did not create the idea, I am merely expanding on it. 

After the time resets after Apokolips War is over, the story is a little different and Raven doesn't know Damian. Damian is the leader of the League of Assassins and Raven is the adopted daughter of Superman. 

Please enjoy!

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Raven's POV: 

I was sitting outside on the bench of the Daily Planet, finishing up the last part of my article when a shadow casted over me. I glanced up. 

"Rachel Kent?" A stranger asked, looking from a piece of paper and then back to me. 

"Who is asking?" I set my article aside and study him. 

"My name is Terry McGinnis. You can call me Terry." He held out his hand for me. When I took it, he seemed to let out a sigh. "Miss Kent, may I call you that?" 

"Rachel is fine." I stand up. "What can I do for you, Terry?" 

"Well, I need your help with something." He scratched his neck nervously. 

"If it is an article you are after, you should talk to my mom. Lois Kent." I began to clean up my things on the bench. 

"I actually need you for a superhero-related mission." He says quietly, as if not to attract attention. 

I looked over him once again, trying to figure out how he knew I was a superhero. He must be one himself because only a few people know I am Raven. 

"And you are?" I asked, leaning back and folding my arms. 

"Batman." He answered. "Well, the new Batman." 

"So you are the person old Bruce Wayne gave his legacy to." I nod. 

I had heard a little about this from my adopted father, Clark Kent. He was friends with Bruce and when Bruce got old and decided to retire, he had made this big deal about passing along his legacy to someone younger and better than he was. I guess the man before me is him. 

"Uh... yes." He said, nervous. 

"Calm down," I say. "I am not going to bite. What is the mission?" 

"Bruce is looking for someone," Terry explains, getting out a folder and passing it to me. "He hasn't told me who and I don't think he will anytime soon." 

"Then what is in this folder?" I asked, looking at the yellow outside of the folder. 

"Bruce's offer." Terry shrugged. "He says that if you agree to help, he will give you the offer inside the folder." 

I opened it. 

The paper had a family tree. I looked closer and saw that my mother and father's names were on it. Under it was mine. This was my family tree. 

Next to my mother's was a woman by the name of Sarah. 

I had an Aunt?! I don't remember much about my mother and it was forbidden to talk about her past before she met my father, but maybe she did have a sister I didn't know about. Does this mean that I might have more family out there? 

"He will help me with this," I wave the folder. "And in return, I have to help him find someone." 

"Yes." Terry nodded. "Using your powers." 

"Count me in." I nod. 

Two days later I got a text message with an address and instructions on how to pack for cold weather. Though I am half demon and hated the cold, I found some old winter gear in my closet. I packed warm and was out the door. 

I left a note for Lois and Clark that I would be gone a while and not to worry about me. 

They didn't need to know that I was going on a mission with the old Batman himself and his new apprentice. Clark would oppose and Lois would argue until I concede and stay home. 

I was doing this to find out more about my mother's side of the family, but Clark and Lois have been good to me. It made me feel guilty for looking at my family, but I knew in my heart that I needed this if I was ever to move on. 

"Ready?" Terry said the second I stepped out of the cab I had taken to the location. It turns out that this was none other than Bruce Wayne's house. Saying it is huge is an understatement.  

"Yes." I nod, levitating my bag behind me. "You?" 

"I am. Bruce is waiting for us on the private jet, so we need to get going." He said, leading me over to the plane hanger. I followed and loaded my things. Sitting down, Bruce came out of the pilot's pit and took a seat in front of Terry and me. 

"Rachel, I am grateful you decided to come," Bruce said, giving a nod to me. "We will land in six hours and then we will begin searching from there."

"Who are we searching for?" I asked, buckling into my seat. When I looked up, Bruce was looking at me. "I need to know so I can cast a finder spell," I explain. 

Bruce nodded in understanding. 

"My son." He answered. "Damian Al Ghul." 

I think my jaw dropped at this. Bruce Wayne had a son that no one knew about. I didn't know if I should be shocked or... well I was shocked but also not surprised. From what I could tell Bruce slept with a lot of women. 

"Wait!" I shook out of it. "Al Ghul? As in the head of the League of Assassins?"

"Yes." Bruce nodded. "I had a son with Talia Al Ghul nineteen years ago," Bruce explained. "I learned about him when he was only ten, but I couldn't take care of him back then and he was raised in the League of Assassins." 

"So wait," I was now puzzled. "You want to find Damian and what?" 

"Get to know him," Bruce answered. "He is my blood." 

I sighed. 

Bruce was crazy if he thought his son would just forgive him and wanted to bond with his dear old dad. Bruce must have finally lost his marbles. I looked at Terry and judging by his face, he was thinking the same thing.

"That's crazy," Terry said out loud. 

"No." Bruce shook his head. "I lived my whole life as Batman and I retired to be with my family. Damian is my blood and I must find him. I have to give it a chance." 

I knew what Bruce meant. 

As a superhero, you aren't given the choice to always have both families and be a hero. Clark and Lois are the exceptions, but no matter what, they still fight to balance that. Bruce gave up being Batman. He should give it a chance. 

"Well, I have six hours to conjure a spell that will locate him," I say, bringing the attention back to me. "I will meditate in my seat, but I won't be able to wake for a couple of hours while I build it," I explain. 

"Of course," Bruce nods. "What ever you need." 

****************SIX HOURS LATER************

The plane ride ended faster than I thought. It only took me four hours to make the spell and I rested afterward to regain my strength before we arrived. Bruce, Terry, and I went over the plan and I gave my best estimate of the general vicinity I located Bruce's son. 

After that, I changed into my super suit (The one with Superman's symbol of hope on it), and a warm winter coat. 

"Ready?" Bruce asked Terry and me when the plane landed. 

"Yes." We said in unison. 

There were no cars or ways of getting around, so we hiked up a tall mountain. When I was training I would have to go through simulations like this, so the hike wasn't too bad for me. What was really bad was the freezing weather. 

As a demon who grew up in Hell, this winter weather was almost too much for me. I would surge magic through my veins just to make sure I didn't freeze to death. 

"Are you alright?" Terry asked me as I shivered. 

"Yes." I lied. 

"We could stop." He offered. 

"No point." I waved him off. 

We treaded up the mountain a little more before we were stopped by a sign. 

HOME OF THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS

I turned to Bruce, gauging his reaction. His face didn't change in the slightest, but I could tell his ora became hopeful. He was excited to see his son. 

"Stop, who dares to come here?" A voice, stern, and cold, barked at us. 

"I am Bruce Wayne." Bruce stepped forward. "These are my companions. We are asking the audience with Damian Al Ghul." 

"You dare to ask an audience with our leader?" A man stepped forward into view and behind him stood an army. They raised their weapons and held them pointed at us. 

"Make one move and you will all be sorry," I warned them. 

"That is a threat!" The man shouted. "Get them!" 

Then they all charged for us. I chanted a spell, causing them all to levitate in the sky above us. I separated them from their weapons and let them hang up there. 

"Let us down!" The man demanded, while his men screamed behind him. 

"Get your boss." I countered back. 

"Never!" They yelled back. 

Getting annoyed with their loyalty to their leader, I decided to have some fun with them. I shook them in the air until a few started to clench their stomachs. 

"Fine." The main leader agreed. 

I set him down but kept the others in the sky. "Bring us Damian and I will let your men go," I demanded. 

He glared and me but stepped out of view. 

Our plan had worked. Someone was running to bring Damian to us, and no one got hurt. It was a flawless plan if I do say so myself. I turned back to Bruce and Terry for confirmation on the plan. They nodded and watched the members that were floating in the air. 

I impressed them. 

It made me smile. 

"Let them go!" A commanding voice demanded. 

Something about it threw me off. I turned just in time to dodge a sword from going through my shoulder. I leaped back and dropped the men, focusing on my attacker. 

"Who are you?" The masked man before me asked. 

He had on a black masked that covered everything but his emerald green eyes. Something about his ora felt familiar, but I pushed aside those thoughts and focused. 

"Who are YOU?" I countered. 

"I asked first." He said, stepping closer, bringing his blade up once more. 

"Rachel," Terry tried to come to my aid but suddenly Bruce and Terry were surrounded by the men I had previously held in the air as a hostage. 

I tried to run to them and assist, but the masked stranger stepped into my path. 

"Rachel is it." The masked man came closer, this time making me step back. "You must be a Kent based on your little symbol." He said, moving my coat jacket, with his sword, to reveal the 'S'. 

"Smart," I smirk. "But also dumb." 

Just then I threw a blast out of my palms, throwing him back a few feet. He got to his feet fast and charged at me once more, this time with more power behind the sword. He was angry. 

I dodged it again and moved away fast enough that he got it stuck in a tree. 

"Too slow." I teased. 

"How is this not affecting you?" He asked, pulling his sword free. "My sword has Kryptonite."

"I was adopted," I said, throwing another blast his way. 

He was able to dodge it this time. He was so angry that he threw off his mask, revealing a handsome dark-haired stranger. His looks alone stole my breath away for just a second. I was almost knocked off my scenes by him. 

"Then why do you carry the 'S' on your chest?" He said, calmly lifting his sword. 

"It means hope," I answer, now circling him. He began to do the same and soon we were in this 'dance'. "I guess I just liked it." 

"Hope doesn't begin with an 'S'." He pointed out. 

"Duh," I say sarcastically. I glanced over to Terry and Bruce who were fending off the assassins. I wanted to end this fight quickly and get over to them for help. 

"It's confusing." He said and plunged forward. He was fast. Like a viper. 

I dodged it by mere seconds. 

"Spero," I said. 

"What?" He looked confused.

"Spero. It means Hope derived from the Latin phrase 'Dum Spiro Spero." I explained. "You asked me where we got hope from the 'S'." 

"Spero?" He repeated the word, standing up straight. 

*********FLASHBACK FOR BOTH RACHEL AND DAMIAN************

"What if we can't find ourselves in the new flashpoint," I asked Damian, tears running down my face. 

I was hugging him tightly, not wanting to let him go. 

"Dum Spiro Spero," Damian whispered to me. "While I breathe, I hope." 

He pulled my face to look at him and then gently kissed my lips. 

****************END OF FLASHBACK****************

I clutched onto my head, trying to focus, but my head was in so much pain. I have been having painful visions like that for a whole year now. Every time that I receive them, I get a blinding headache and it throws me off. 

It wasn't real. It was just a vision. But it seemed so real. I could feel the emotion and it seemed like a distant memory to me. But it wasn't real.  

I heard the sword clatter to the ground and just as I looked up I saw a green blur rush toward me. The next thing I knew, my face was pressed into someone's chest. 

"Rachel." The way he whispered my name felt familiar to me. 

"Da...Damian." I looked up. 

I don't know why or how I knew his name, but everything in my head and heart was telling me his name was Damian. Just being in his embrace gave me the comfort I never thought possible. 

He buried his face in my neck and held me tightly to him. I wrapped my arms around him. A tear leaked down my face and I couldn't hold it in any longer. 

"Shh," He pulled back and wiped my tears. "It's okay." 

His words of comfort made me melt into his touch. All I wanted to do was stay in his arms forever. Why did I feel this way to a man I practically just met? 

"You found me." He whispered into my neck. "You found me." 

I shook with emotion. Or maybe it was the cold. I didn't know anymore. My head was spinning and my emotions were all over the place. 

The man in front of me was still a stranger, but I never wanted to leave his side. 

Was it a spell? 

Curse? 

"Rachel," I heard Terry's voice call out to me as he rushed over. "Are you alright?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Damian. 

Suddenly I became cold. Being pulled away from Damian not only took away the heat of his embrace but I felt like I was missing something. 

"Let go of her?" Damian's voice was low and threatening. 

I looked down and saw that Terry's hand was still on my arm. I pulled out of his grip and stepped back even further. 

It was all so much. Nothing could have prepared me for this. 

"Rachel," Bruce put a comforting arm on my shoulder. "Are you alright?" 

"I am cold," I say, blowing heat into my hands. 

"Here," He said then took off his own coat and wrapped it around me. "Stay warm. I never should have brought you here." He mumbled the last part more to himself.  

Suddenly I saw Damian raise his blade and charge after Terry. I cast a magical forcefield around Terry, blocking the sword's blow. Terry turned back at me stunned. 

"Calm down the both of you!" Bruce ordered. "This is not the time." 

"And who are you to give orders, old man?" Damian's rage was now almost visible. You could almost see the steam roll off him. 

"Your father," Bruce said in a stern tone. It sent shivers down my spine. 

"I have no father." Damian countered, challenging Bruce. 

"This is your son?" Terry took a step back and observed Damian. "He got his looks from his mother I see." 

I chuckled. 

That caused both Bruce and Damian to glare at me. 

I backed off and put my hands up in defeat. I didn't want to cause any more of a problem, so I stepped back to allow Bruce and Damian a chance to talk. Terry did the same and came to stand beside me. 

"Damian, I haven't seen you in a while." Bruce stepped forward. 

"If I remember correctly I last saw you when I was ten." Damian stood proud, not letting any emotion show through. He was just like his father, even if he didn't want to admit it. "And I remember you telling me that I was not your son." 

"I..." Bruce seemed at a loss for words. 

"I have never seen him like that," Terry whispered beside me. 

"The great Bruce Wayne without anything to say." I nod. "It's strange." 

"I am sorry," Bruce admits. "I was a different man ten years ago and thought that raising you would put you in more harm." 

"So you let me be raised in the League of Assassins?" Damian questioned. 

Damian had a point. If his father wanted Damian to be safe, why would he let a guild of assassins raise his son? Bruce could be so blind sometimes. 

My headache started to get stronger and I could no longer warm myself with magic. I was to the point that I was now shivering. 

"Rachel, are you okay?" Terry turned to me in concern when he noticed. 

"Yes." I lied. 

He studied me for a second too long. 

"I know I am new at this, but that was a lie." He said while he stood. "We have to get you somewhere warm. Bruce filled me in about your aversion to the cold." 

Of course, Bruce did. 

"No need." I wave him off. 

"I am not stupid. You're not going to last long at this rate." Terry argued. "I have already made up my mind."  

With that, he went over to Bruce and whispered something in his ear. At first, Bruce didn't want to hear Terry, but suddenly Bruce turned to me. His face went from annoyed to concerned to panic. 

"Shit, Clark is going to kill me." He mumbled and rushed over. 

"What is happening?" Damian asked, his voice giving away his worry. 

"She is too cold," Bruce said, feeling my forehead. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?" 

"I didn't want to ruin the moment," I said sarcastically, taking in the warmth from Bruce's hand that was still on my head. 

"She is as cold as ice." Bruce looked up. "Where is someplace warm?" He half asked and half ordered Damian to tell him. 

"I'll take her back with me." Damian came forward and picked me up, bridal style. 

I was too tired to fight and Damian was warm, so I nestled into him. 

"I can't let you do that," Bruce argued. "Clark would come here and not even you would be able to stop him when his daughter is involved." 

"I'll take my chances," Damian said, spinning us around and marching. 

"Please slow," I mumbled, getting sick from the abrupt movement. 

Damian slowed and walked a little more calmly for me. He didn't acknowledge me or say anything. He just kept walking. I buried my face into his warm neck and closed my eyes, listening to his footprints in the fresh snow. 

"At least let us come with," Terry said, catching up with us. 

"No," Damian answered. 

"We can't just let you take her," Terry argued. 

"Who is stopping me?" Damian kept on walking. 

"Damian," It was Bruce now. "We have to make sure she is safe." 

Damian kept walking. He acted like he hadn't even heard his father. His father was putting aside their relationship to make sure that I was okay, and Damian was ignoring him. 

"Damian," I mumbled. "Please." 

Damian halted. 

"Fine. You may come and stay for a while as my guests. You will abide by my rules and you will not make trouble for me." Damian laid out his conditions. 

"Fine." Bruce and Terry agreed. 

"Follow me then," Damian said and then began to walk again. 

It wasn't too far of a walk, but the cold was more than chilling for me. I just wanted to sit by the fire and read a good book right now. When we got to the steps of a large palace, the doors opened. 

"My Lord," A servant bowed to Damian. "Who are they?" 

"My guests," Damian informed him. "Fetch a doctor and start a fire in all of the bedrooms." 

"Yes, my Lord." The servant bowed his head and ran off. 

"You will go and sleep in the bedrooms down the hall and to the left," Damian informed his father and Terry. "Rachel will be with me and I will make sure she receives the medical care that she needs." 

"We can't let you take her," Terry argued with the plan. 

"As you are in my house, you are my guests, and as guests, you will follow my orders," Damian commanded. "Listen or leave." 

Bruce put a hand on Terry's shoulder to calm him and nodded at Damian. "Rachel, will you be alright?" He asked me. 

"Yes." I nod. 

"Get some rest. I will come to check on your condition in the morning." Bruce said, in a caring tone. 

"Alright." I nod. 

As they left down the long hallway to their assigned rooms, I realized I was still in Damian's arms. I tried to squirm out of them, but he held onto me tightly. He didn't acknowledge it though and just kept walking down another hallway.

"You can let me go now," I said, giving up. 

"We are almost to the room." He answered like that was what I had asked. 

He suddenly stopped in front of two large doors. They swung open for him, and he walked us in. Once he gently laid me on the bed, he went over to the fireplace and placed some wood in the already burning fire. 

"How come you didn't tell anyone of how cold you were?" He asked, looking into the flames. 

"Because I don't like asking for help," I explained as I sat up, resting on the headboard of the bed. 

"You were ice cold when I held you." He went over to a chair and grabbed the blanket off of it. "I thought you would shatter like glass." He laid the blanket on top of me. 

"I am sorry." I yawned. 

"Are you still cold?" He asked. 

"Yes." There was no point in lying. Something told me that he would see right through any lie. 

He went over to the doors and was talking with someone in the hallway. The door was cracked a little but I never saw the other person's face. I couldn't hear them either. 

When he came back into the room, he sat at the foot of the bed and began to rub my feet. 

"You don't have to," I tell him. 

"You are cold. The best way to warm you is to warm your feet." He said, remaining calm and composed. "Rachel Kent then?" 

"Yes." I nod. "Damian Al Ghul Wayne?" 

"Just Al Ghul." He said. "I didn't take my father's name." 

"Your father cares a lot about you," I say, my eyes closing. "He came all this way just to see you."

"He didn't care ten years ago," Damian grumbled. 

"Your father was different ten years ago. Heck, I wouldn't have come here ten years ago even if I was ordered to by your father. After retiring, he mellowed out." I shrug. 

"Is that so?" He questioned. 

I opened one eye and saw a slight smirk on Damian's face. Somehow that was all it took for my heart to start racing. It was practically pounding in my chest and I was praying Damian couldn't hear it. 

"So why did you agree to come this time?" Damian asked. 

"Your father said that if I came, he would help me to find my aunt," I explain. 

"Your aunt?" Damian paused rubbing my feet. 

"Yes, from my mother's side." I nod. 

He didn't rub my feet anymore, so I slipped them under the covers to keep them warm. Damian seemed to be lost in thought, so I didn't disturb him. When it seemed like he was asleep sitting up, I took a blanket and walked over to the fireplace to heat up. 

"So you can't handle the cold?" Damian asked, scaring me a little. 

I turned back to him and saw that he was now leaning on the pole of the bed, watching me. "I was raised in somewhere very warm. I don't like the cold." 

I really didn't want to tell him that I was part demon and raised in the pits of hell, so I decided to leave out that part. 

"If you knew it would be cold, then why did you come?" He asked. 

"Again, I wanted to find my aunt," I said, sitting on the ground in front of the fire. I stretched out my hands to warm them above the flames, careful not to burn myself. 

"You put yourself at risk because of my father?" He asked, the annoyance was clear in his tone. 

"Your father thought this would be a quick thing, and I was fully repaired to teleport home." I shrug. "I am also stubborn, so here I am." 

"Stubborn indeed." He nodded. 

"Where are we?" I ask, looking around the room. 

It was a well-organized room with lots of books on shelves. It was a rustic-themed room with lots of antic furniture and relics. I thought it was perfect. 

"My room." He answered. 

"Why am I in your room?" I turned to him, confused. 

"Because you needed to get warm." He replied. 

"And there is no other room in this large palace that has a fireplace?" I questioned. 

"If you would like to move rooms, then you may. Just understand I will be coming with you when you do." He stood up and came to where I was sitting. "Get off the floor." 

"It is warm here." I shake my head. "I am fine to stay here. Why would you be coming with me to any room I go in?" 

He sighs and pulled up a chair to sit behind me. I feel his arms on my shoulders, messaging me. 

"For the past year, I have been having this strange dream." He spoke. "I was there, practicing in a sort of training room. I saw you there." He stopped messaging me. 

I look up at him from over my shoulder. "Me?" 

"Yes," He nodded. "You were reading a book. You had my dog resting his head on your lap, and you were peacefully reading." 

"Reading? A dog?" I questioned. 

It was ridiculous, but I had a similar dream about that myself. I remember I was reading and I would glance up from my book and saw this god-like man lifting weights. I would pet this dog's head and watch. 

"Yes." Damian nodded. "And when you said Spero today, something inside of me clicked." 

"Like what?" My heart was pounding. 

"I don't know, but I do know that I don't want you to leave again." He looked me in the eyes. "It sounds ridiculous, but I never want to be apart from you again." 

I didn't know what to say. 

It was exactly how I felt, but that scared and excited me. 

"Neither do I," I said eventually.