Teensy tiny 5 year time skip.
Damian pov:
Sunlight. So much sunlight. After a restless night and an ever running mind, the sunrise may as well be a beacon.
"Good morning, my love." Cora mumbles from beneath the sheets of our bed.
It's probably my favorite sight in the world. Our room, our bed, my girlfriend. Not for much longer, I hope. I dare to dream that today is the day that can change.
"Good morning, Cora." I greet. She hums blearily and scoots closer to me in her cocoon.
"What are the plans for today?" She yawns, wiping at her eyes. I smile down at her.
"I have an errand to run in an hour." I inform, she grumbles.
"Am I coming with you?" She asks. I shake my head, even though her eyes are still half closed.
"Not this time." I assure. She nods into my shoulder and I toy with the curls of hair that peek out from her cotton prison.
"I'mma just stay here then. It's Saturday." She reminds. I make a noise of acknowledgement.
We lay in comfortable silence, just mentally preparing for the day. The sun rises just a bit higher, and my heart gets just a bit fuller as we lay together. This girl is going to be my downfall one day.
Unfortunately, time passed. Thus, I remove myself from the bed and get ready. I button my shirt, pull on a casual blazer, and cast one long look at Cora before I leave.
I squash down any feeling of anticipation and excitement. Those can wait until my plans are destroyed and they break with them.
I vanish from the world with which I am most familiar in a blaze of light brighter than the sunrise. I step instead into a storage unit.
I pick the lock from the inside and escape easily. I even lock the door behind me. I am most likely not coming back here for a few hours. It may take longer than an hour to plead my case and do some damage control.
I keep my stride quick and efficient until I reach the field I was informed of days ago. I can only pray that they haven't changed their minds about this meeting.
My worries are sated for the time being as I hear the propellers slice through the air. It seems the meeting will continue as planned. It's enough to allow me to breathe evenly. I must keep my temper cool during this.
The ride is vaguely unremarkable. Heights have never bothered me, and the scenery isn't anything superb. Same farm land, same forests, same city lights. It's almost a question if I'm in a different dimension at all.
When we land on a building, I'm outwardly calm and collected. Internally, I can't say the same. For the first time in a long while, my palms are sweaty, and my thoughts over-crowd my head.
I descend the stairs with a heart rate that can't be blamed on exertion, or lack thereof. As Cora would say, I'm nervous. And I can't bring myself to be apathetic.
So when I knock on that brown door with brass letters, it's an understandable reaction to swallow thickly. It's a wonder I didn't stutter as the door opens.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sanchez." I greet politely. With more wrinkles than when we first met, he extends his hand. I take it gratefully.
"Hello, Damian." He nearly sighs. 6 years, and he still doesn't like me. The feeling is mutual, but it doesn't give me hope this will go well.
"Damian! Welcome." Mrs. Sanchez exclaims cheerfully. As she looks to both my sides, she deflates somewhat.
"Thank you." I say kindly as I step through the threshold.
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FanfictionI had sooo many ideas while writing these two books that I had to scrap or I thought of way too late. So because I still want to write them and share more Cora content with you guys, I wrote this book. I still don't own DC or it's characters. The p...
