It been years since the castle had ever felt alive. The end of the year celebrations had arrived at the castle. Raven busied herself to get the parlor ready to spend the New Year's Eve with Damian and his family. After her little incident two months ago, Damian seemed to have changed and Raven had done the same. Since he has revealed himself to be a beast, Damian allowed her to venture outside the castle, and the spirits, which turned out to be Damian's family were allowed to talk with her and not keep distance.

Dick Grayson, the eldest of all of them had explained to her what happened. Centuries ago, when Bruce had just appointed his youngest son; Damian would be the one to take his throne as the next king. A witch came to their door. Damian who had been studying and groomed by Bruce allowed the witch to rest in their castle as an honored guest. The witch thanked him and gave Damian her blessing, it wasn't uncommon to allow visitors to take refuge in the Wayne Castle. Though the witch had another agenda, when everyone had retired to their chambers, the witch entered Prince Damian's room, she was to slay him in his sleep. The witch didn't count that the young prince was a skilled swordsman and so Damian easily bested her. Furious that she failed, she shrieked and announced she had been hired to bring the prince and his kingdom to ruin. Words of an ancient language spouted from her old weary lips. She cast a curse on Damian and his family. His half-siblings became spirits, binding their souls to reside forever inside the castle. As for Damian, she cursed him into a beastly form so that whoever laid eyes on him would be repulsed.

After Dick finished telling of their tale – he left out what had happened to Bruce - Raven now understood why Damian had been cold towards her. He had allowed himself to be open to a stranger, which then cost him his family's life and his kingdom. Though she could never recall of ever hearing of the Kingdom of Gotham. Dick explained that it was a mystery as well, King Bruce Wayne was loved by many and an ally to the neighboring kingdoms. They could not understand why their people never came to their castle looking for the royal family after they been cursed.

Just then Jason, Stephanie, Cassie, Kori, and Tim came into the parlor with boxes filled with assorted candles and some golden decorations.

"I can't believe we are doing this." Jason grumbled as he set the old box down. It fascinated Raven to see them able to handle physical objects even if they had all a ghost-like form. Tim, who considered himself quite a scholar, believed the witch may had not said her curse properly. If they put their minds to it, they could lift and carry anything if they so wished. They could even open and close doors, though floating through it was easiest. 

Stephanie scoffed and placed her hands on her hips, "Seriously Jason? Have some holiday spirit, we haven't done this in such a long time. I could almost recall when the whole castle smelled of cinnamon and spice, gosh how I miss Alfred's cooking."

Having heard the name for the first time, Raven couldn't help but ask, "whose Alfred?"

Everyone became stilled and remained silent. Raven could sense that the mention of Alfred's name had sadden everyone. Though these siblings jested and were always carrying a smile, Raven could always sense they were hiding their sadness. She could only imagine what the witch's curse had truly taken from them. They all been so kind to her, Raven wished she could do something in return.

"A dear friend."

Everyone turned their heads towards the doors, Dick was standing there with a silver platter, filled with assorted biscuits and brewing hot tea. He too seemed to be saddened at the mention of their friend's name.

Raven didn't know what to do to lively their moods, just then Jason who had busied himself to finish setting the last candles over the fireplace, cleared his throat, "I thought you were supposed to help Damian with the food?"

Shaking his head, Dick tilted hid head to the side and gave his brother a lopsided grin, "I thought I bring Raven some snacks she's our guest-"

"Demon Spawn kicked you out, didn't he?" Tim added while he fixed a small round table and prepared two seating arrangements. Raven couldn't stifle a small giggle at the mention of Damian's pet name.

"He did." Dick grumbled.

Raven raised a brow at him. "Are you not allowed in the kitchen."

Jason walked over and grabbed the silver tray from Dick, he then turns his gaze towards Raven. "After we were cursed, we tried helping out around the castle as much as we could, then someone had to set the kitchen on fire one morning."

Dick was beyond annoyed and gave out a heavy sigh, signaling he was tired of being reminded of his faults. "What? I was trying to be a good older brother and prepare Damian a tasty breakfast."

After placing the silver tray on the round-coffee table, Jason scoffed at Dick's remark. "Tasty? You were practically cooking lumps of coal! If the curse wasn't enough, Damian would also have to endure your horrible cooking!"

The two brothers continue to bicker, while their sisters went to complain to Tim, asking him to stop the feud. No one had noticed that Raven had left the room. She wanted to feel useful and believed she could lend Damian a hand in the kitchen. Walking down one hallway, Raven noticed the amount of work the Wayne family had put to get the castle ready for their little festivity. A week before the end of the New Year, everyone had pinched in and clean the castle from top to bottom. There were no more spiderwebs on every crevice, the walls that only appeared to held darkness were now illuminated by candlelight. Everything had been dusted off, revealing beautiful golden tapestries, vases, and marble statues of legends. The castle was truly brimming with light and happiness.

When she finally arrived at the kitchen, Raven cautiously entered. She peeked from behind the large wooden door and saw Damian moving some pans over a small fire. He looked almost as he was in his own small word. A world where only he existed. There were still things Raven wanted to speak to him about but didn't know if she was allowed to ask.

"May I come in?"

Damian quickly turn around and his eye widen for just a moment. "Hello." He nodded and turned around and tossed some ingredients in the air. "I apologize for the delay; I'm getting our dinner ready."

"Let me help, just tell me what to do."

"Very well." Damian gave her a small yet gentle smile, he then pointed at some dough that need to be rolled out and portion to make garlic bread. They worked in silence, but every once in a while, Raven would catch herself side glancing and just admire Damian. For being a great and large beast, he was very meticulous with his work.  He grabbed a kitchen knife and perfectly thinly sliced some basil leaves. Which he then tossed into a pan that seemed to have crushed tomatoes and ground beef.

"That smells delicious."

"I hope you enjoy it, it's a dish an old friend would prepare every year. Beef Ragu." Damian said proudly as he grabbed a small tasting spoon and handed it to Raven to taste.

"This friend wouldn't happen to be Alfred?" Why... why did she allowed her mouth to run off on itself? Raven hated herself for letting the name slip from her lips.

"Yes, he is." Damian added rather nonchalantly. He continues to stir the beef ragu, "Alfred Pennyworth was my father's royal advisor. He been a friend to the Wayne family since before my father was born. He acted like a grandfather to me, once I came to live with my father."

"Can I ask, what happen to him... and to your father?"

"The curse affected them differently... they were turned into stone. We don't know if their alive or gone." Raven could notice that this hurt Damian greatly, she saw that he was trying so hard to fight off his tears. All she could do in that moment for him was wrapping her arms from behind him.

Once dinner was prepared, Damian and Raven were seated in the small round table in the parlor, they ate in silence. Raven grimaced having his siblings just lounging in the parlor and not have a bite to eat. Kori explained that they never got hungry. They could however smell the food and that was enough for them. After dinner, Dick started rambling off some nonsense and twirled around the room. Tim whispered into Raven's ears that Dick enjoyed acting like the court jester. Kori left the room and came with assorted instruments in her hands, she gave one to each of her future siblings-in-laws and everyone started to play off-key. Damian couldn't help but grumble and sighed heavily in his seat as he tried very hard to hide in his black cape. Raven clapped and giggled as everyone gracefully floated around the room.

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As the festivities continued to roar inside the castle, outside was slender-hungry harpy; her feathers a dark shade of bloody red, and her body a pale ghostly white. She silently watched the cursed Wayne family frilly and dance around the fireplace with an unexpected guest. She huffed an annoyed grunt and flew off into the dark night. She flew over treetops, meadows, and valleys; until she reached the side of a long lonely mountain. There near the top of it peak was a dark cave, she screeched and flew into it. Darkness enveloped her for a few moments, then green boiling water, erupted from an old black rusty cauldron. The harpy landed next to it, tucking her winged arms to her sides.

"Show us what you found, my pet."

From the shadows two figures emerge. The old witch that cursed the royal Wayne family and a second fellow who shielded his face with a black and orange mask. The harpy screeched and plucked one of it feathers out, placing it the cauldron. The green waters disintegrated the feather, like it fallen in a pot of acid, and then it started to swirl revealing an image in it waters. It was of the royal family prancing and laughing with one another. Then at the corner of the room stands a raven-haired maiden who reaches for the paws of the cursed prince and bring him to stand next to her. She smiles at him and urges him to dance with her. They move to the off-key music and laugh all together. The witch curses under her breath.

The masked man, the one who employed for her services centuries ago, scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Don't tell me if the boy falls in love then the curse will be lifted."

Just like her harpy, the witch screeches angrily, and points her boney-old finger towards the man beside her. "You peg me for a fool? Love is a strange power, but I made sure none of my curses to ever be lifted by 'true love's kiss' or 'sacrificing oneself for love'. No this is worse, that girl, she holds magic of her own. She is the daughter of a demon and of a sorceress from Azarath. Their magic is far greater than any witch's enchantment, she could break the curse."

"Well then, this changes things." The man said as he hovers over the boiling cauldron and inspected the maiden more closely. She was very beautiful, he thought to himself.

"I can have my harpy go kill-"

"No. Don't harm the girl. I find her to be quite interesting. Daughter of a demon, you say? Well now, wouldn't that make for a most pleasant queen to be by my side?"