Demonfire: Welcome to the Family

one shot #1

*THIS IS IN NO WAY RELATED TO THE CURRENT STORY*

Background
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Damian and Mary are 16 and 17 and have been sent to the store to get popcorn for movie night at the manor.
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Mary POV

I sat in the car, waiting for Damian to get out. The rain was pouring down from what seemed like all directions. The quiet him of the car seemed to make the lonely passenger seat a bit more awkward. I was not used to being in his car.

It was so clean and crisp and always had that new car smell. But as far as I could see from looking around, there was no deodorizer in here. Maybe he was just a clean person. Now that I think about it, that is sort of obvious. I can't remember Damian doing anything that could be considered disgusting.

I fingered the material of my sweat pants as I contemplated my current situation. I can't believe that dad made me come. Damian pretty much ignored me half of the time. Even when we had patrol together. Then again, Bruce had been a bit adamant about me coming too.

Damian's mood as of late had been pretty bad. He didn't come out of his room much and the only time I see him lately is when we're on patrol. I suspect he's been skipping school too, because I keep getting calls from our mutual friends that go to Gotham Prep with him. But what the heck was wrong with him?

As far as I know, the situation with his mother isn't bothersome, and it's been months since he's gotten into any sort of argument with someone in the family. Even Tim is weirded out. Bruce always gives the others certain looks when on of them comments on his absence. It's they're all part of a joke I'm not getting. Then again, it's none of my business.

As I tried to connect his behavior with possible over-attachment to his animals, I saw him walking out, pulling his coat close. He clutched then plastic bag and I didn't need a lot of light to see his dark, weary expression. Poor guy, looks like he had a bad day.  All of I sudden I had an idea.

When he got close enough to the car, I locked the doors. He tugged on the handle and knocked on the window impatiently. I pretended not to hear him and picked up my phone. He jiggled the door handle more violently.

"Mary, unlock the doors!" he yelled.

I smiled to myself, not looking up. He looked unsure, as if I might not be able to hear him. He walked over to my door and knocked on the window. I didn't look at him, trying to hide my giggles.

"MARY OPEN THE DOOR!" he yelled, his eyes dark as raindrops dripped from the ends of his damp hair.

I continued to ignore him as he pounded on the window.

"I KNOW THAT YOU CAN HEAR ME, UNLOCK MY CAR!"

"No," I stated calmly. This only served to piss him off more. I got another idea.

"I SWEAR MARY IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW, I WILL-!"

"Dance."

"What!?!"

"I'll open the door, but you have to dance."

"I refuse to embarrass myself in such an idiotic way!" he yelled. He was kinda cute like this.

"Well you could always sing."

"Absolutely not!"

"Well then, if you want in, you have to sing."

He growled, standing outside my window, probably contemplating his next move.

He gestured for me to roll down the window, but I shook my head. Did he think I was that stupid?