Demonfire: Welcome to the Family

Oneshot

Damian POV

Wayne Manor. 9:35 P.M.

"Shh," I muttered to her as I felt our way down the hall, keeping one hand on her back.

"Dami," she giggled, and I couldn't help but smile to myself.

"Shut up," I replied, kissing the side of her head, "your father will hear us."

She huffed quietly. "So? What is he gonna do?"

I found the knob I was looking for and twisted it open, pulling us both inside my room and turning on the light. I helped her get her coat off as she continued.

"Nothing, that's what he'll do. Nothing. He can't do a thing about it."

I sighed. "Correction. He won't do anything to you, but he certainly will annihilate me if he finds out about this."

She rolled her eyes and pouted. "But we have to tell him at some point."

"Precisely," I replied as I shrugged off my coat, "at some point, meaning not now."

She shrugged as if to accept that my current answer is all that she would get. I pulled her to face me and cupped her cheek with one hand, pulling her hair down with the other. She closed her eyes and hummed contentedly as I pressed a kiss to her lips.

"He's gonna think we're weirdos," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Furthermore, he's gonna think that this is all my fault," I added, already worried for this upcoming conversation.

She kissed me and smiled, pulling my chin is that I would look straight into her eyes. "Don't worry Dames, it'll be okay."

I smiled and leaned my forehead against hers, allowing us both to rest for a moment before pushing her beck onto the bed and initiating a deep kiss. I pulled back just as she began knitting her fingers into my hair.

"Perhaps we shouldn't-"

"No," she responded firmly, "I am sleeping in here, sex or no sex. We are married now and I will not tolerate this separate bedroom crap."

"But-"

She held her hand up to my face. "Nope. I don't wanna hear it."

This time it was my turn to roll my eyes as she got up and went over to my dresser and pulled out a hoodie and joggers. I watched her walk go the bathroom, giving me a dirty look the whole way. I shook my head and began changing, making sure to leave a pile of clothing on the floor big enough for her to get upset over when she awoke. To others it may have seemed rude, but I liked gow red her face got when she was angry. Aggrevating her was my secret passion.

I heard the bathroom door open again and I turned out the light, making sure she was under the covers before I did so. I climbed in beside her, allowing her to snuggle up under my chin. I drew circles on her back and twirled her hair as I felt my eyes droop lower and my thoughts became more and more slurred. Right before I fell asleep, I kissed her head and pulled her closer.

A few days later

"Hey Damian, come in here," a voice called from a nearby doorway.

I looked at the door and sighed. What did he want this time?

"Yes, Drake," I said annoyedly, poking only my head in his room.

"Better watch your attitude," he replied, smiling smugly and crossing his arms, "because I'm just trying to warn you."

"About what?" I said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

He rolled his chair back and pointed at his computer, gesturing for me to look. I sighed and walked in, looking and the computer. When I finally processed what I saw, I felt my eyes grow wide.

There was a picture of Mary and I kissing, and it had a title above it:

DAMIAN WAYNE AND MARY GRAYSON: IS IT A CASE OF TRUE LOVE OR CHILD GROOMING?

"I'm only a year older than her!" I exclaimed, not being able to contain my surprise.

"Yeah," Tim said, taking a long sip of coffee, "but you are still technically her uncle."

"No I am not!" I yelled, feeling my face heat up with anger.

"Whatever you say, ya groomer," he said, smiling at his own joke.

"What do you want?" I asked, resisting the urge to strangle him on the spot.

"What are you talking about?"

I bit my lip, fighting back the names I had for him. "You wish to blackmail me, do you not, what do you want in exchange for not telling Grayson?"

He studied me for a moment before bursting into laughter. I was tempted to jump him when he began speaking again.

"Oh Damian, he's gonna know whether I tell him or not..."

"What?" I asked sharply.

He pointed back at the computer and I squinted to see the URL at the top of his screen.

GothamGazette.com

Oh no. Everyone in the entire city read this. Everyone. Including my father, and including Grayson. I stared at my brother, surprised that he actually warned me. I ran to go out the door again, but came face-to-face with my wife.

"Damian," she said,  and the panicked look on her face told me all that I needed to know.

"You heard?"

She nodded, looking at me worried, probably hoping that I would have a solution to this. Sadly, I didn't. I hadn't planned for even our family to find out about us, much less the whole world. Fucking paparazzi. Grayson is gonna kill me.

I grabbed Mary's wrist and pulled her into to our room, beginning to pace. I couldn't stop thinking that everything was so obvious now. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I should have been more careful; I should have been watching our surroundings, I should have-

"Damian," Mary said, sounding panicked.

I looked at her and took a deep breath, but being calm still didn't help me figure out what to do. I heard both of our phones begun ringing at the same time and felt my heart rate quicken.

Mary fearfully walked over and checked the caller IDs on both of our phones.

"It's our dads," she started and I cursed under my breath.

Why couldn't it have been one of our friends?

I looked at Mary with a defeated and worried face. She shared my expression.

"Run?"

"Run," I replied, and we both began grabbing our overnight bags.

The last thing I thought before we ran to the garage: 'I'm gonna kill whoever wrote that.'
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A/n
Sorry that the end is kinda the same as the last chapter, but the next oneshot should be a lot more interesting. Hi thejessican05. Lol.

(The picture is suggested to be a live action Mary in the Titans show-not to be confused with Teen Titans-.)