you knocked on Ravens door, to introduce yourself to her. After a few seconds, you see a goth looking girl opening the door with a moody expression on her face "Are you the new member of our team?" She says looking up and down, with an unamused unimpressed look in her face "I'm Raven"

Her expression remained unchanged as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Kane, huh? Not the most original name I've ever heard. Well, nice to meet you. I hope you don't plan on being as useless as that last guy we had," she replied bluntly before looking away and taking a step back from the doorway. "Now if there isn't anything else you wanted to say or do..."

Raven raised an eyebrow at his comment, trying hard not to roll her eyes. "Well, aren't you full of compliments? I hope you can back up that statement with some actual skill and dedication, kid," she replied coolly before stepping aside to let him enter the room. The apartment was rather messy; books were scattered everywhere, clothes lay in disarray on the floor, and the curtains were drawn tight against the sunlight streaming through the windows.

"I suppose there's no harm in that," she replied with a hint of annoyance in her voice, taking a seat on the edge of her bed. "But make it quick. I have better things to do than watch some newbie show off."

Her gaze followed you as you entered the room, noting your build and movements. There was potential there; she could see that much. Now all they needed was training...and patience.

"Impressive," she said curtly, tilting her head slightly to the side as she watched you destroy the tiny humanoid figure with ease. "But remember, there's more to being a Titan than just raw power. You need control, discipline, and intelligence." She paused for a moment before standing up from the bed.

"Come on, then," she said, gesturing for him to follow her out of the room. "Let's see if you can handle yourself in training."

Her expression softened slightly at your words, but she didn't let it show on her face. "I appreciate the honesty," she said quietly, walking over to a small desk in the corner of the room and sitting down in front of her computer. "But you are part of this team now, whether you like it or not. And we have rules: no leaving missions unfinished, no going easy on each other during training...understood?" She glanced back at him over her shoulder.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard as she brought up a menu of various simulations and combat scenarios. "These are some of our standard tests for new recruits. I'll be grading you on your performance in each one."

When she glances back at you again her eyes narrow slightly but the unreadable expression in them softens a touch. "I see," she says quietly. "Very well then...let's begin." And with that, she loads up the first simulation on the screen, a basic combat scenario against a group of robots. "Remember, you are to defeat all of them while minimizing damage to both yourself and your surroundings. Best of luck." Her fingers dance lightly over the keyboard, adjusting settings as you take your place beside her at the desk.

The simulation ends as quickly as it begins with you snapping your fingers and destroying the group of robots in an instant. Even though your teammate Robin would no doubt quip about 'one-upping him', Raven suppresses a surprised laugh and can't help but be impressed. Her brows raise as she turns to look at you. "That was impressive," she admits, the corner of her mouth curling up into the barest hint of a smile.

"But I hope that isn't all you plan on using against our enemies..." She says quietly, a knowing glint in her eye. "There are other methods and abilities we need to hone as well."

"Mmm..." she says thoughtfully, her gaze drifting away before snapping back to you again. "Well, we'll see how well that holds up against stronger foes. Now let's move on to the next test." With a few more keystrokes, Raven loads up the simulation menu once more and chooses another scenario for your training: this one focuses on endurance and recovery, pitting you against a never-ending stream of robots that just keep coming. "All right," she says, glancing over her shoulder at you. "Just try to hold out as long as possible while regenerating your strength between waves."

The scenario begins, with the first wave of enemies charging toward you immediately.

"Just remember," she says as you face off against the first wave of robots, her voice low but clear enough to be heard over the clanging and humming of metal around you. "Don't push yourself too hard...and don't hesitate to ask for help when you need it." As the fight progresses and more enemies appear on the screen, she continues watching intently, monitoring your performance and offering encouragement or advice when needed.

Your endurance is impressive, but after several waves have passed, her gaze grows a bit concerned as she sees that you're starting to tire. "You know," she says, pausing the simulation for a moment, "there are other ways to recharge your energy besides just resting...or I could help." She offers with a small smile, though it's clear that she isn't forcing the offer and actually means what she says.

Her eyebrow arches in surprise as she watches you dispose of the last robot with an impressive burst of power. The simulation ends moments later, leaving her and you alone in silence for a moment before she looks over at you curiously. "I take it that was your...other method of recharging?" she asks cautiously, not sure how to interpret this new revelation about your abilities.

"Well," she continues, clearing her throat as she stands up from the computer desk, "We'll have to keep that in mind moving forward. I imagine it could come in handy during combat situations." The corner of her mouth turns up into a slight smile as she studies you more closely. "Impressive...and somewhat unexpected."

Her cheeks darken slightly at your compliment and she looks away, trying to hide the hint of pleased embarrassment in her expression. "Thank you...I suppose," she mumbles before taking a deep breath and stepping closer to you. There's something in her eyes that softens now, something almost vulnerable despite her usual composed demeanor.

"Well," she says with an almost sheepish smile, "I guess there's no harm in admitting that I could use some help with certain...aspects of our mission." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice growing slightly more serious. "So if you're ever interested in...beyond just the training and combat, I mean..."

Her expression remains unreadable for a moment before she tilts her head slightly to the side, considering your words carefully. There's something there...something promising in this unexpected show of interest from someone who had previously seemed so disinterested and guarded.

"It does," she says quietly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "In fact, it counts for quite a lot." Her gaze meets yours directly now, unwavering and intense despite the delicate curves of her face. "So if you ever want to talk...or practice anything else..." She trails off meaningfully, letting the unspoken offer hang in the air between you.

There's an almost electric energy coursing through the air now, a palpable tension that comes from two very different individuals finding some common ground despite their many differences. And for now, it feels...promising.

Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches you carefully, her expression unreadable once more. "Very well," she says simply, stepping back from the computer desk to give you room. There's a flicker of interest and anticipation in those violet depths now, an eagerness that hasn't been there before.

She crosses her arms over her chest once more, tilting her head slightly as she watches you intently, waiting for you to begin. The air crackles with energy, heightened by the silent intensity of their shared focus and the undeniable tension between them.

She hesitates for a moment, eyes darting between your offered hand and her own before finally relenting. Slowly, she extends her hand toward you, palm up, waiting for you to take it. The skin there is soft and warm despite the coolness of the room, and there's an unspoken question in those violet eyes as they meet yours.

Her heartbeat quickens in anticipation, wondering what kind of 'little trick' you might have up your sleeve...or if she'll even be able to handle it once she knows.

Her heart skips a beat as he takes her hand in his, the warmth of their skin contrasting sharply against the cool air in the room. Her eyes never leave his face, not daring to miss even the slightest hint of what might be about to happen next. She wonders if she should brace herself...but for what?

"I'm ready," she replies softly, her voice little more than a whisper. "Whatever it is you have in mind..." The words trail off as their hands clasp together, sending a shiver down her spine despite the fact that they're merely touching.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the world around them come to a standstill; everything except their hands and bodies frozen in place. Time seems to stretch into eternity in this quiet moment, with only the sounds of their ragged breaths to fill the silence. She stares up at him, her violet eyes wide with disbelief and a hint of fear, waiting for him to reveal what's next.

Her heart races as she realizes the implications of this power...and how utterly helpless they both are in this moment. His gaze holds hers captive, the intensity of his focus making it feel like he can see right through her, down to her very core. Despite herself, a small shiver runs down her spine at the thought that he could do anything he wanted to her now...that she's completely in his control.

Their hands are still clasped

Her breath comes out shaky as she tries to focus on his face through the haze of adrenaline and fear. "I-I don't know what to think," she confesses, her voice trembling slightly. "This is...unbelievable." She swallows hard, feeling a strange mixture of awe and terror wash over her at the realization that she's in the presence of someone with such incredible power.

As their hands remain clasped together, her gaze drifts down to where they connect, her skin tingling beneath his touch. Part of her wants to pull away, to escape this surreal moment...but another part is drawn to him, wanting to know more about the person who can wield such power.

The air between them crackles with an electricity that seems almost tangible; it's as if their very essences are intertwined in this frozen moment

Her heart skips a beat as he whispers into her ear, the warmth of his breath against her skin sending shivers down her spine. The words themselves aren't especially meaningful; it's more the intimacy of the gesture that gets to her. She feels herself flush in response, heat rising up from her neck and spreading across her cheeks.

The realization that he knows what she was thinking only serves to heighten her arousal further, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the feel of his skin against hers and the sensation of their bodies pressed so closely together. His power over her in this moment is intoxicating; it's as if he has complete control not just over time but over her emotions as well.

The words seem to echo in her mind as he whispers them into her ear, sending shivers down her spine and raising the hairs on her arms. She's suddenly aware of how exposed she feels in this moment, vulnerable to his whims and desires. But at the same time...there's something about it that excites her, makes her want more.

Her lips part slightly as she attempts to speak, but no words come out. His nearness is overwhelming; he's become an almost irresistible force within this frozen moment in time. As their hands remain clasped together, she feels a strange connection forming between them...a bond that transcends mere physical touch. It's as if they're linked not just by fate but by something deeper, more primal.

"K-Kane..." she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. She leans closer to him, their bodies almost touching as they stand there frozen in time. Her heart races uncontrollably in her chest; she can feel it hammering against her ribs with every shallow breath. The air between them crackles with energy, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Despite herself, a small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she gazes up into his violet eyes. She knows that this moment is unlike anything else she's ever experienced...and part of her wonders if things will ever be the same between them once time starts moving again.

She swallows hard, her cheeks flushing even more with a blush that spreads down her neck and across her chest. "Nothing," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. But as their eyes meet once more, there's a spark in hers that wasn't there before...an unspoken understanding and desire that makes it clear to both of them just how much this moment means.

Her breath catches in her throat as she leans even closer, tilting her head slightly so that their lips are almost touching. She can feel the warmth emanating from his body, the strength and power that radiates through his hand where it's still clasped with hers. And for a moment...in this frozen snippet of time, she wonders if maybe there's something more between them than just the training and their shared duty as Titans.

Her heart leaps into her throat as his warm breath fans across her lips before they're gently parted by the soft brush of his mouth against hers. She can feel herself melting into him in this moment, her body going impossibly limp and pliant as their kiss deepens, each stroke of his tongue demanding an answering groan from the depths of her soul. Her hands move up to wrap around his neck, fingers tangled in the soft strands of hair at his nape, pulling him even closer as if she could lose herself within this kiss and never find her way back out.

Time stretches on endlessly as they stand there, their world reduced to nothing more than the feel of skin against skin, the taste of each other's lips, and the rhythm of their shared breath. The bond between them seems to grow stronger with every passing moment, reaching deeper and further until it encompasses everything

Her eyes flutter shut as he murmurs the words against her lips, their breath mingling in a shared space where desire and need are given voice. And when she parts her lips again, her own tongue dancing tentatively with his, she thinks maybe...just maybe...she could find a place for him within her heart.

She pulls back just enough to meet his gaze, her eyes wide and searching for some sign of what he truly means. Her hands move to his chest, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if she needs to hold on to something solid while everything else seems to spin around them. "What is it you want from me?" she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts and the sound of their ragged breathing. "Because...I think I'd like to know."

Their lips meet again, tentatively at first but growing bolder

Her laugh is soft and uncertain as it escapes her lips, more like a breath than an actual sound. "What do I mean?" She repeats, tilting her head to the side in confusion even as her fingers clench in his shirt. "I mean...you have all of this power. You can stop time and control minds. So what is it that you truly want from me? Besides helping with our training, I mean."

She watches him intently, searching for some hint of emotion or desire in those violet eyes, but they remain guarded and unreadable. It's as if he's giving her the choice to decide what comes next...and a thrill runs down her spine at the thought that she might be able to wield such control over this situation. Even though logic tells her there must be more going on here, something deeper between them...she can't quite shake the feeling that whatever happens

Her cheeks flush at his words, her heart racing even faster in response to the realization that she means something special to him. The thought fills her with a mixture of pride and confusion, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides the feel of his skin beneath her fingers and the taste of his lips on hers.

She tilts her head back slightly as they continue kissing, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duet that leaves no question as to what she truly wants. Despite the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins, there's something else there too...a sense of curiosity and wonder about this man who claims to be a god but seems so drawn to her. She's never experienced anything like it before, and part of her wonders if maybe there's more for them than just physical pleasure.

Her hands slide down his chest, tracing lazy circles on his abdomen before reaching lower

She lets out a soft moan as her fingers brush against the hardness pressing against his jeans, and her lips part further to allow him deeper access to her mouth. "I'm saying..." she begins, voice husky with desire, "...that I want to see where this goes." Her hands move higher, cupping his ass through his pants before pulling him even closer against her.

Her heart is racing, but there's a strange calmness within her as well. She trusts him in this moment, knows that whatever happens next will be exactly what they both want. And for once, she doesn't feel the need to control anything...to have everything mapped out ahead of time. With Kane at her side, she can let go and simply enjoy the ride.

Her breath catches in her throat as he cups her breasts through the fabric of her top and squeezes her ass with unmistakable possessiveness. "Yes," she whispers, arching her back instinctively, pressing herself even closer against him. Their bodies heat up where they're touching, skin flushed and sensitized by desire.

With a quiet gasp, she hooks a leg around his hip, pulling him even harder against her as their kisses become deeper and more urgent. She can feel the tension building within her, coiling tightly like a spring wound too far, and with each passing moment it grows harder to ignore the need growing inside her.

Her hands slide up his chest again, seeking the hem of his shirt so she can pull it off and touch his bare skin. "Please," she whispers against his lips, her voice little more than a breath. "

Her fingers thread through his hair, gripping tightly as she moans out his name, lost in the sensation of his teeth on her nipple and the feel of his body against hers. She's never felt so connected to someone before, so utterly overwhelmed by desire and need. Her hips move restlessly against him, seeking friction where there is none, wanting more.

With a shaking breath, she pushes at his shoulders until he releases her breast, only to slide her hands lower to pull down the waistband of his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. He gasps as she reveals his hardness, still clothed but trapped within her grasp. Her eyes meet his once more, and there's a challenge in their depths...an unspoken invitation for him to take what he wants.

Her breath hitches at the feel of him pressed against her, the heat and hardness so deliciously wrong in this moment. She arches into him, pushing back instinctively as a moan escapes her lips, mingling with his rough groans. Her fingers tighten around his length, stroking him through their clothes and relishing the feel of his growing arousal beneath her touch.

Her breath catches as his words sink in, and then she's lost beneath the sensation of him growing even larger against her hand. She gasps, arching further into the touch as pleasure spikes through her, pooling low in her belly. Her fingers slide up and down his length faster, meeting each stroke with a needy moan that only seems to fuel their desire.

She can feel herself growing wetter, aching for him in ways she never knew possible. The fabric of their clothes becomes tighter against her skin, driving her closer to the edge of release. And when he finally pulls his hand away and pushes forward again, sliding smoothly over her swollen nub before pressing deep inside her, she cries out his name and comes undone with a shuddering orgasm that seems to last forever.

Her body shakes in the aftermath, clenching around him as he continues to

Her breath catches as their clothes are destroyed with a thoughtless flick of his wrist. Naked and exposed, she feels even more connected to him in this moment, her skin tingling where it's pressed against his. He groans deep in his throat as he feels the warmth of her body surrounding him, the wet heat that tells him she's ready for him. With a harsh thrust, he pushes deeper still, claiming her mouth with a demanding kiss that leaves her gasping for air.

Her hips rise to meet each stroke, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure washes over her in waves. He's relentless, driving them both toward the brink of ecstasy with brutal force and expert precision. She can feel herself building once more, her body growing tighter around him as she nears the edge yet again. With a cry that is part protest and part surrender

Her body shudders in response to his, their joined climax seeming to echo through every cell of her being. As the last waves of pleasure wash over her, she can't help but wonder what this means for them both. This night has been unlike anything she could have ever imagined...and yet it feels so right somehow. With a quiet sigh, she curls closer to him, wanting nothing more than to bask in the afterglow of their passion and figure out where they go from here.