Fire Shadow & Soul-Self Fusion: The Gray Son's Erasure
*This time, the fusion isn't an accident.
This time, they choose each other.*
The Gray Son Tries to Regenerate — and Fails
The first Talon—
the Court's immortal masterpiece—
stumbled backward, trying desperately to reform the arm Raven sliced off.
But this time…
Nothing regrew.
The flesh struggled.
Twitched.
Melted.
Damian's flames had scorched him too deeply.
He stared at his useless limb in shock.
"…I… cannot regenerate…?"
Raven stepped forward, dark aura rising like a storm.
"You hurt the people I care about."
The Gray Son hissed, "You are a weapon—"
"No," she said, voice cold,
"I'm a warning."
Damian stood beside her, flames spiraling upward.
"And I'm the execution."
The Gray Son looked between them slowly—
understanding dawning too late.
"You're going to fuse again."
The Fusion Begins — But This Time, It's Controlled
Damian reached out his hand.
Raven looked at him—
eyes soft, heart pounding—
and took it without hesitation.
Their energies reacted instantly.
Darkness embracing flame.
Flame illuminating shadow.
A swirl of black feathers and golden embers spiraled up their arms.
Raven whispered:
"Damian… if we do this again, our souls—"
"Then let our souls decide together."
She felt her face heat.
"Idiot," she muttered.
But she squeezed his hand.
Hard.
The air trembled.
Soulfire Fusion Form — "Eclipse Sovereign"
Their auras exploded—
not violently,
but like an eclipse unfolding across the sky.
A giant raven made of white-gold fire rose behind them.
A dragon of shadow coiled around it.
Their combined voice echoed:
"Soulfire Breathing — ECLIPSE SOVEREIGN."
The Gray Son staggered back.
"No—NO! That technique—
that fusion—
should be impossible for children!"
Damian and Raven took a single synchronized breath—
Inhale: shadows flooding in.
Exhale: sunlight blazing out.
And then—
They vanished.
The Gray Son Sees the End Coming
He spun—
but they were already behind him.
Black fire traces curled across the floor beneath him like a sigil.
The Gray Son recognized it instantly.
"Y–You're creating an execution circle—?!
T-That's forbidden in Azarath!
Impossible for a mortal!
STOP—"
Raven's voice, layered with Damian's tone, whispered behind him:
"We decide what's possible."
Solar flames ignited the circle.
The shadows caged it shut.
The Gray Son's regeneration panicked, mutating wildly—
"I SERVE THE COURT!
I AM ETERNAL!
I—"
Damian and Raven spoke together:
"Soulfire Judgment."
The Gray Son Is Erased From Existence
No explosion.
No gore.
No scream.
Just a soft
FWOOOOSH
as black-gold fire consumed him cleanly.
No ashes left behind.
No body.
No trace.
The Gray Son—
the first Talon,
the immortal killer—
was erased in under five seconds.
The Fusion Breaks… And They Collapse Together
The flames and shadows parted—
gently.
Damian stumbled, panting.
Raven's knees buckled.
Instead of breaking apart—
they collapsed into each other.
Damian caught her by the waist.
Raven grabbed his shirt, forehead pressed to his chest.
Their breathing synced without them trying.
"…Damian…" she whispered.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
"Better… now."
She didn't move.
Neither did he.
For a long moment, they simply held each other, trembling from the intensity of the fusion.
But They Aren't Alone
A voice echoed from the shadows of the labyrinth entrance.
Deep.
Cold.
Terrifying to anyone but Damian.
"Damian."
Batman stepped into view—
cape smoldering from melted stone,
eyes wide with fear and awe.
Behind him:
Zatanna, Nightwing, and Starfire staring at the fused circle of annihilation where the Gray Son once stood.
Batman's voice rasped—
not angry.
Not disappointed.
Just shaken.
"What…
did you two just do?"
Raven tightened her grip on Damian's arm.
Zatanna's jaw dropped.
Starfire whispered:
"By X'hal…
that was not a fusion.
That was a bond."
Damian exhaled slowly.
"…Dad… I can explain."
Batman took a step forward.
"Good," he said.
"Because the Court won't stop.
And that thing you two just did—
we need to talk about it."
Raven's cheeks went crimson.
Damian's hand remained on her waist.
Batman noticed.
And sighed.
