Home For A Robin?

Chapter 2: Shopping

Authors Note: The next chapter isn't really going to be a chapter just pictures of what Jade and Damian brought at the store.

Damian stared at the supermarket with a stink-face that would have made Talia proud. Jade snuck a picture or two, just to be a little shit. That's what normal aunts were supposed to do, right? Tease their nieces/nephews with the threat of embarrassing pictures and hilarious anecdotes that would leave them red in the face. At least, that's how she assumed family relationships were supposed to be; she wouldn't really know. The last family she had was with Lian and Roy, maybe her mother, Artemis, and the West kid.

Speaking of bigger problems, Damian was currently glaring at the sales associate in front of them; she was young and wide-eyed and practically shaking. Jade rolled her eyes at the kid and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, shaking him lightly to get him to let up.

"Stop scaring people, she just wants to help," Jade grumbled, before turning to the girl, her best innocent grin on her face. "Hi, miss. Sorry about that, he's kinda cranky today." Damian glared just a little harder at that and elbowed Jade in the kidney, but Jade had taken worse hits and easily ignored him. "We're just browsing. Don't need any help just yet, thanks." The girl visibly deflated with the giant sigh she released, looking relieved as she smiled and waved after them as they passed.

"Alright, we need to get you a decent wardrobe. It's a lot colder here than back home, so you're going to need layers." Jade led them back to the boy's section and pushed Damian into the maze of displays. "Go on and pick some stuff you like. I'll find some sweatshirts and jackets for you to pick from." With that, they separated and made their way systematically through the area. They met back up about twenty minutes later, Damian's arms practically overflowing with clothes, which wasn't really that impressive seeing how tiny the kid was. He had maybe three pairs of jeans and a handful of shirts. Jade relieved the kid of his choices and held up the heavier clothing she had found. Damian nodded, looking annoyed once more, and Jade sighed, grabbing all of the clothes up together into her arms before nodding towards another section of the store.

"Okay, pick out at least two pairs of shoes." Damian scowled but did as Jade asked, wandering through the displays until he found a few pairs he didn't completely despise. He brought them back in boxes to Jade, who added them to the pile growing in her arms.

"Ugh, maybe we should have grabbed a cart," she muttered to herself as she turned, looking around the rest of the store, wondering what else they should look at. The kid probably needed his own comforter and pillow, as well as things to pass the time. Kid couldn't practice his forms or play with his swords all hours of the day; even he would grow bored of that eventually.

"Alright, Damian," she said, turning around to tell her nephew their next destination, only to find no tiny boy standing at her side like she had expected. She twisted around some more, wondering if she had just missed him, but there was no little baby demon anywhere near her. "Shit," she sighed, dropping Damian's clothes and shoes onto the nearest shelf.

"Damian!" She shouted as loud as she felt comfortable in public. She still got a few annoyed looks from the other shoppers, but she ignored them. Her heart was racing and her blood was pounding in her ears.

She had only had the kid for a few hours, and she had already lost him.

Some great aunt she was.

"Damian!" She hissed, moving through the aisles with tactical focus. She couldn't have gotten far; Jade had only taken her eyes off of him for a few seconds to look around the store. "Damian!"

"Stop shouting, Auntie," Damian's haughty voice berated her, and Jade whirled around. The kid was right there, his hands wrapped around the handle of a cart that was nearly too big for him to push. "You said we required a cart, so I brought one from the front of the store. Why are you shouting?"