The Robin I needed

The Man They Call Nightwing

Damian's POV:
The bright light from the window woke me from my slumber as it colored the room a sun-kissed yellow. I slowly began to sit up to see the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. Her hair so silky and shines as the light changed the color from a dark to a light brown. Her skin so smooth except for the scars which left small bumps. I adjust my body so that I'm on my side and I hear her moan burying her head deeper into my chest. She yawns and slowly opens her eyes to reveal her deep demon green eyes. I place a kiss on her forehead and then on her lips. Her eyes shot open after that but she kissed me right back. We pulled away and stared longingly into each others eyes but before our lips could come into contact again there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Demona said as we both were sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Good morning Demona. Oh and Master Damian?! Was I interrupting something?" Alfred asked shocked to see us sitting together.

"No you weren't Alfred. We just woke up. I had a bad dream and Damian came to comfort me, but instead of leaving he decided to stay instead." Demona got up and walked over to the closet door.

"Breakfast is ready downstairs and also we have a visitor who will be staying with us for awhile."

"Who is it?" I asked getting up and stretching

"Master Dick Grayson. That is all I came to say. I will see both of you down at breakfast in a few minutes." Alfred left the room and I walked over to the closet where Demona was getting dressed. I leaned against the closet door frame to see Demona pulling her dark blue jeans over her round plump butt. She then took off her sports bra to reveal her bare back and put on a black bra. I felt my face turning bright red and a electric jolt was sent down to my lower region. She turns to face me and my face had to be as red as a fully ripe tomato. 'Her body was an hour glass shape, she had nice muscle tone, her breasts a bit big for her bra but if I had to guess her size I would say a 36C maybe a 36D. Wait why am I thinking of this?! And don't ask the reason why I know bra sizes.'
I am snap out of my thoughts by the feeling of soft warm lips on mine. I see Demona pressed up against me she didn't even put on her shirt yet. She pulled away and smirked at how red my face was.

"Pl-pl-please put a sh-shirt on." I stumbled over my words. She laughed then grabbed the 'My Chemical Romance' shirt throwing it over her head as she ran out the door.

"Hey wait for me!" I ran after the half shirtless girl.

Demona's POV:
Still trying to put on my shirt I made my way down the stairs and into the dinning room.

"Hey... um Bruce... Who's that?" Said a husky voice

'Oh shit I'm stuck. And there are people looking at me.' I said to myself

"Here let me help you with that." I hear footsteps walking towards me and hands that grip the shirt pulling it down. Damian stood at the bottom of the staircase with his eyes wide open, hands clenched and he had a frown on his face.

"Hey kid. Oh and by the way love the shirt." He winked at me as he walked over to the shocked boy. The man in his early 20s played rough with Damian as I walked over to Bruce sitting at the table.

"Is that Dick Grayson?" I asked as I pulled the seat out and sat down.

"Yes it is... Can you two sit down! You can train later!" He yelled at the two boys wrestling on the ground.

"I'm going to kick your ass, Grayson."

"I don't think so, Boy Wonder. Hey angel I didn't get to ask you your name."

"It's actually the opposite of the nickname you gave me. It's Demona." I looked at him with a blush forming on my face.

"You don't look like a demon. You look more like an angel in my eyes." He smiled at me then took a sip from his coffee. But I didn't notice how pissed off Damian looked after that comment.

In the Batcave (Damian's POV)
I enter the cave to see Demona and Grayson talking to each other. Grayson kept getting closer to her and I didn't like it one bit. I was pissed and anger boiled as it filled my veins. Bruce came out from behind me and looked down at me to see me shooting daggers at Dick.

"Don't let your emotions take control, Damian. Nothing good comes out of it." Bruce said as he pulled the mask over his face hiding his features.

"Grayson get suited up now! We're going to train!" Batman yelled as he slid down the pipe and I followed behind. Grayson left and I saw my chance to finally talk to Demona, but before I could let a single word out Dick-head slid in front of me dressed in his black and blue suit.

"So Demona. You like what you see." He winked at her as a smirk formed on his lips. She slightly blushed as she pulled her hood up to hide her face.

"I-I.... Y-y-yes I d-do. And what do the people of Gotham call you?" She giggled

"They call me Nightwing. And also don't hide yourself under the darkness of your hood you're cute when you blush." He put his hand on her cheek and brushed it with his thumb making her flush a darker red.

'Is he really flirting with her?! He is 21 and she is 16! That's 4 years apart!' I said to myself.

I pushed in between them and shoved Dick back and stood ready to fight.

"Do you really want to fight right now, pip-squeak?" He asked laughing a little bit.

"Yeah let's go!" I yelled at him throwing my fist at him.