A Pixie Problem

Chapter One: A Cry for Help

Damian POV: Sunday, February 18th, 2024

"Drake if you don't give me back my katana, I will burn all the coffee in Gotham." I say, emotion void in my words. 

"Oh, come on Baby Bird! Don't be like that, it's just a stupid sword." Drake says nearly falling over from exhaustion.  

I huff in annoyance, "It's not a 'stupid sword'. It is a Honjo Masamune, one of the most prized swords in Japanese history. You would know this had you not dropped out of school, imbecile." I take a step towards Drake, only for him to fall over. 

"Master Tim, might I suggest you go to sleep before patrol tonight?" Alfred says from behind me.

Drake makes some strange noises while lying on the floor of the hallway. I roll my eyes, grab my katana, and walk away from the idiot and into the living room. Which is where I find Grayson playing with Mar'i on the floor. Mar'i was Grayson and Koriand'r's daughter. She was the second person that was tolerable in this house. She is only four years old.

"Hey Little D! Can you watch Mar'i for a second? Bruce asked me to check his e-mails while Tim finally got some rest." Grayson gets up from the floor and smiles at me. That's one of his faults, he's too friendly. Well, he is on the outside, but sometimes on his 'bad days' you'll get a glimpse of what is underneath all that happiness. 

"Yes, Grayson, I can watch Mar'i." I start to walk towards the couch when his arm darts out to stop me. I look down at it, then back up at him and raise a brow.

"Maybe leave the sword. I don't want Mar'i to get hurt." He gives a concerned awkward smile that makes him appear constipated. 

"Well, I'm not going to harm her. I know how to control my katana better than you know how to control your escrima sticks." I walk forward, forcing his arm out of the way and sit down on the floor next to Mar'i. Dick sighs and leaves the room, muttering about how much of a 'spoiled brat' I am. 

"Unca D! What are you holding?" The little girl comes up to me, curiosity seeping from every pore. I move her to the side in order to place the katana on the floor in front of me. 

"This is a Honjo Masamune katana." I run my hands along the blade and point to the tip of the blade, "This is the kissaki or the point. This is the hamon, the edge pattern. The ito, which is the hilt wrap." I continue to point out the parts of the katana with Mar'i listening intently for nearly an hour, whenever I am interrupted by Todd running into the manor like the maniac he is. 

Mar'i jumps up and nearly steps on the tip of the blade, before I quickly move it away. She runs to Todd and jumps into his arms, giggling maniacally, "Unca Jay! Unca D was showing me parts of the Hujo Masaman!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him.

"Honjo Masamune, Mar'i. Not...that." I correct her politely; she is a child after all. She has an excuse for being unintelligent. 

"Oh, was demon spawn boring you with his personality?" Todd grins at Mar'i then faces me with a smirk, "I think I know the perfect solution to fix him." He looks back at Mar'i and whispers something in her ear. She squeals in excitement before curling up into a ball. Todd chucks her at me, and I catch her easily. Shifting slightly from her impact. 

"These idiotic acts of yours are beginning to bore me, Todd." I gently place a giggling Mar'i on the floor before I reach into my hoodies pocket and grab three batarang's and chuck them at him, all three landing in one spot on his head leaving a small scratch that begins to bleed. He wipes the blood off before giving a murderous smirk and walking away. 

Huh, that's a first. He would normally be trying to kill me. I didn't throw them hard enough to cause too much damage, but he should have been angered enough to attack me, like he usually does. Feeling slightly confused, I walk over to grab my katana.