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Thus Spake: Oh, Superman!	By : Tycho Category: DC Verse Comics > Superman Views: 67630 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman,nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Encounter 2: Raven

“Titans, go!”

Robin’s voice carried strongly through the concrete artillery warehouse. The Titans moved as one toward their target; a dark outline making for a large door at the opposite end. The large and powerful Cyborg brought his blaster to bear and sent a beam that seared into the ground just behind his prey. Their quarry was thrown against the wall by the blast, and slid down to the floor, chunks of debris raining all around.

Robin and Cyborg rushed toward the villain, stopping just short of the crumpled form. Robin raised a hand to signal caution, then addressed his enemy.

“It’s over, Slade.” There was no pomp or drama in Robin’s voice, just tired finality.

A low chuckle came from the angular face mask before them.

“Yes. You are very right, young Robin. But over for whom? I’m certain that Beast Boy would concur in any case.” Slade’s low voice dripped with malice. Cyborg closed his organic eye in a grimace, the red glow of the cybernetic twin did not waver. Robin’s fist clenched in unmitigated rage. He was about to speak when Cyborg brought up his blaster arm for a finishing shot. Slade’s hand shot out even faster, and a small metallic device shot into Cyborg’s weapon, sending arcs of electricity coursing through him. Cyborg cried out in pain and fell to the ground with a resonant thud, his circuits fried.

“Time to settle accounts, Robin.” Slade unsheathed his katana and stood.

Robin leapt at him with his combat staff spinning wildly over his head. Robin fell upon Slade in a flurry of swings. Slade parried them seemingly without effort. Striking out with his booted heel, Slade kicked Robin to the floor, sending his staff skittering away. Slade brought his katana down just a hair’s breadth away from Robin’s left eye, a heavy boot slamed down on his chest pinning him to the floor.

“Stop!”

Slade looked up at the source of the cry. A lean black-cloaked figure hung in the air a few meters away. Two glowing silver spheres starred from the shadow of its hood. Slade looked back down to Robin expectantly.

“Raven!” Robin’s voice was weak, the air knocked out of him. “Take him down!”

“I don’t think so.” Slade’s voice was eerily unconcerned. “Her control is not what it used to be.” He looked up at her. “Is it, my dear? Beast Boy found that out first hand.”

Raven brought her hands up, and a large crate near Slade began to tremble. Raven strained, but the crate would not rise. Raven bowed her head.

“Robin… I am sorry.” Her voice was resigned.

“Well,” Slade brought his katana up and gazed down at Robin. “Now you see why I prefer the name ‘Deathstroke!’” The blade shot down. Raven turned her head in shame. When she heard Slade’s gasp of surprise, she turned back.

The tip of Slade’s katana lay no more than a millimeter from Robin’s cornea. A large and powerful hand grasped the blade halfway up. It was attached to a blue-clad arm, bulging with muscle. The red flowing cape and boots were icing on the cake.

“Looks like you might need a new favorite name.” Superman said sternly. He brought his free hand up and caught Slade’s throat.

“I’ve murdered Beast Boy, Superman. Go ahead and throw me to your judicial system. My day has been made.” Slade mocked, chuckling. Superman’s eyes narrowed minutely.

“On second thought, perhaps Deathstroke is the perfect name.” And with that, Superman brought Slade’s helmeted head down onto his knee with a sickening crack. Slade’s lifeless form crumpled to the ground.

There was a shocked silence. Superman stared at Slade’s body for a moment, then helped Robin to his feet. The Boy Wonder stared wide-eyed at the Man of Steel.

“Superman…You killed him.”

“You could say,” Superman seemed to stare past Robin for a moment, “that my perspective on some things has changed.”

Superman loaded the barely breathing Cyborg into the T-Car outside. Raven remained floating above them, saying nothing. Robin seemed fine with that, and ignored her presence completely. Hopping into the driver seat, Robin called to Superman.

“We’ll be in the Titan Tower. Wish your visit was under better circumstances. Thanks, Superman.” In a squeal of tires, the T-Car vanished into the night.

Superman looked out into the night for another few moments, and then turned slowly to look up at Raven. The half-demon was staring into the dark, starless sky.

“I take it you were responsible for the loss of Beast Boy.” It wasn’t a question. Raven remained silent, her robes fluttering in the cool night breeze. Superman lifted up and floated silently behind her.

“Spare me your platitudes, Superman.” Raven’s voice was a listless monotone of acquiescent melancholy.

“No platitudes, no naïve optimism.” He responded frankly. “I’m done with that. No, all I can say is that you can either let your failure win or fight it and avenge your loss.”

“Avenge our loss?” Raven finally turned to face him. “You killed Slade yourself.” There was the slightest tone of awe.

“Slade’s a symptom. Evil is the disease you lost to tonight. Why?” He asked. Raven lowered her head.

“He…Slade….got under my skin. My powers rely on complete emotional control. He broke it, and so when the time came, I couldn’t…” Raven closed her eyes, and complete darkness enshrouded her face.

“You’ll just have to learn to control your powers, no matter what you’re feeling.” Superman said. Raven snorted derisively.

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

Superman laid his hands on Raven’s shoulders. “I’ll help you.”

“Really?” Raven asked sarcastically. “You’re going to infuriate me? I doubt you could even call me a nasty name without blushing.” Superman floated closer to her, so close that the swell of Raven’s breasts just brushed his broad chest.

“I just have to make you feel.” Superman gazed into the darkness beneath her hood.

“Well then,” two sparks of silver light stared, unblinking, back at him. “Do what you can.”

Superman looked down at Raven. Her hood and cape were one piece, clasped under her chin. Long black boots came halfway up her thighs. After a quick harmless scan of his x-ray vision, Superman reached for the zipper beneath her cape and pulled it down. Raven stared at him blankly as the material fell from her body, revealing her pale skin. Superman found the contrast between her astoundingly white complexion and the jet blackness of her cape to be dazzling.

Superman reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand. The majestically pale orb of flesh was crowned by a shockingly dark nipple.

“You’re not surprised, are you, Superman?” Raven’s voice was as cool as the night air. “We are the Teen Titans, but we’re not children.”

Superman responded by leaning in and taking Raven’s nipple into his mouth. Suckling, he used his super hearing to listen to Raven’s heartbeat. Her heart rate was steady, unchanging. Same with respiration. It would take more than this, certainly. Superman decided that the element of surprise might be suitable.

In a flash, Superman had unbound his rod, and thrust up into Raven without warning. After taking Supergirl, Superman had thought he would be prepared for anything. The utter and complete cold that enveloped his shaft took him by complete surprise. His blood ran cold, and he was certain that in moments his erection would end.

“Not what you were expecting?” Raven asked with mock innocence.

Superman shivered, and he could feel the tingle of gooseflesh spread over his body. He was about to pull his freezing cock out of her when he paused. He listened closely. A smile revealed his teeth, beginning to chatter. Raven’s heart had sped up.

“Better than I could have hoped.” Superman leaned in close to the shadow of Raven’s hood. “You know the most basic way to generate heat is…” He began thrusting up into her, ignoring the numbing sensation around his groin.

The shimmering spheres of Raven’s eyes widened slightly, and she took a sharp breath, her hands reaching out to grasp Superman’s biceps.

“Friction.” Raven sighed.

Superman’s lips descended on Raven’s mouth aggressively. Her dark purple lips gave way to his searching tongue without struggle. Her body passively absorbed Superman’s powerful thrusts.

But the friction between their loins was indeed doing the trick. The coldness of Raven’s vessel no longer felt lifeless, but as energizing as an arctic breeze. Superman’s left hand stroked Raven’s back, while his right fondled her breasts. He broke from their one-sided kiss and stared into her flickering white eyes.

“My god, Raven.” He breathed. “You are beautiful.”

Something broke in those unwavering eyes. A single tear fell out of the shadows and down her cheek to the point of her chin. Superman leaned in, wrapping his lips around her chin, and licked the tear, then moved down her throat as Raven rolled her head back. She wrapped her legs around him and began humping in sync with Superman’s thrusts. Raven’s dark hood and cape flew around them, enveloping the cheery bright primary colors of Superman’s uniform.

Raven’s breathing grew heavier, and she began letting out short moans of pleasure. At the same time, Superman could sense a shift in the ambient energy. Their capes began to rise, but there was no wind that could cause it.

“No!” Raven cried out. “No, I can’t! Ahhh!” An aura that was darker than the night itself began to emanate from her, surrounding them. Superman gripped her butt in his hands and drove into her more forcefully.

“Yes! You! Can!” Superman told her, each word a thrust of his shaft deep within her. The dark aura waxed and waned with the rhythm of their hips. Superman knew that their time was at hand. He leaned back and grasped Raven’s hips, lifting her up and slamming her back down on his hot member. “Take control!”

“Ohhh! Ahhhh! I…nnngh! I am Raven!” Raven’s cape was now billowing up behind her. She raised her hands up, her breasts bouncing as Superman rammed into her.

“Azarath!” Raven moaned, and the dark aura began to coalesce around her hands.

“Metrion!” Raven’s voice was powerful, heavy with passion.

“ZINTHOS!” Raven cried out in delight, her chest heaving as she arched her back.

The dark aura shot from her hands and engulfed Superman. It felt as if Raven were everywhere, stroking his every nerve. Pressure enough to render iron assaulted his testicles, but for Superman it was magnificent. He thrust into Raven a final time.

“RAVEN!” He bellowed.

“SUPERMAN!” She cried out in a jubilant voice.

As the aura began to fade, Raven and Superman drifted with the gentle night breeze. Raven reached out her hand, and the rest of her uniform floated back up to her. Superman zipped the back up for her, giving her one last long and deep kiss. After they pulled away from each other, Superman looked at Raven thoughtfully.

“Let me ask you a question.” He said.

“Anything.” Raven’s voice was soft.

“What does Azarath Metrion Zinthos mean, anyway?” Superman asked.

They stared at each other straight-faced for a few moments, and then broke down laughing. Raven leaned in close, pressing her body against him once more, and whispered in his ear.

Superman’s eyes widened. “Really? Well, now that is something.”

Raven regarded him seriously. “Just promise you won’t tell that to Starfire.”

“Starfire?” Superman asked.

“She should be returning from off planet tonight. If you don’t give her a visit, I wouldn’t be able to resist bragging about getting your Rod of Steel.” One of her starlight eyes winked. “I can’t stand bragging.”
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