Love Like Demons (A Damian Wayne Fanfiction)

Six: Sugar In My Eyes

He makes her laugh, the sound high and sweet through the howl of Gotham's wind.

It has been a week since her confrontation with his brothers and their little moment in her apartment, but it seems a distant memory. At least, it does from where they are sitting on the edge of Gotham's radio tower.

Since then he has avoided them and his father nearly all together. Sadly he believes Bruce hasn't noticed. Alfred is likely to have informed him anyway.

But it barely weighs on his mind. Lately all that he is occupied with during the day is whether or not he'll see her on patrol.

The night after he found out her name, Klavdiya, they met again when a building collapsed on Gotham's main street. He arrived on the scene first, only to find those who should have been trapped safe and sound on the road outside.

She had smiled down at him when he looked up to her on the library roof, before she disappeared. Three nights after that she found him on the roof of Wayne enterprises.

Few words were exchanged but he managed to keep it together this time when she asked him if he had made up with his brothers. He had an in-depth answer prepared before Oracle called him away.

"It snows less here," she notes softly, catching his attention. Now, they are perched on their favourite radio tower overlooking a glistening, cold city; together.

"There are statistical reasons for that. Russia is closer to the-" He cuts himself off when he sees the look she gives him; amused and sweet.

"I was right when I said you don't know how to talk to girl," she says with a small smirk, crossing one leg over the other. There is around twelve inches of space between them, but Damian still refuses to move closer in favour of not falling under her 'sorcery'.

"I know how to talk to girls," he complains, folding his arms. She giggles.

"You've failed to show it."

"I'm talking to you right now," he snaps.

"Da, but you're as red as a tomato milashka. And you're rigid," she replies. He sees her shuffling around, before he feels her brush against his uniform.

Gently, Klavdiya pulls his hood away from his ear, leaning down to his face.

"You're shaking," she says softly, straight into his ear. Shivers shoot down Damian's spine from the close proximity, the brush of her lips against his ear and the fact that she knows.

Every time he has seen her so far she has managed to make him look like a fool.

"Yes, and?" He is overcome with some form of boldness, born from the knowledge that she is putting in effort to be close to him.

He turns his head so that they are nose-to-nose.

Thankfully he sees this surprises her, golden eyes blinking a few times to readjust, before she only sharpens her smirk.

"You're cute when you think you are in control, milashka," she says softly.

The hairs on the back of Damian's neck stand up with good reason. He takes a deep breath to try and contain his lower-urges. He wasn't raised to be some hormonal animal.

"What does that mean?" He asks innocently, meaning the word milashka.

She giggles and his heart jumps, "it means, cutie."

Oh. Oh.

He knows he's doomed as he begins to lean in a little further. Where did this sudden and informed braveness come from?