Damian and Mar'i Demonfire

The Judas Contract

Oh my God, I absolutely LOVE The Judas Contract!  One reason why I liked it was because of the small Dick/Kory moments. I was laughing at this training scene between them so much, I just had to do a Demonfire based off of it.

"To be ready for anything, you have to be trained for everything.  That was the most important lesson instilled in me by my grandfather."

"Ugh, not him again."  The sarcastic voice of Jon cuts through the training room.  Damian glares at him through his Robin mask, but he doesn't get too angry.

"Say what you want Kent, but my grandfather was a respected and superior fighter.  Although, I really cannot say the same for you."  This shuts Jon up quickly. Damian could've been less harsh with that remark.  Then again, he could be less harsh with everything.

"Since most of you are not completely appalling in combat, these lessons shall be instilled in you." He gestures towards the rest of us.

"We will pair off. Those of you dullards not fighting, watch and learn. Nightstar?"

I stand up and grin. It's not often Damian allows me the free chance to fight him.  As I walk over to the sparring ground, I skillfully swing my eskrima sticks in my hands. A bit of a show-off move I guess, but it's alright since I'm fighting against Damian.

Damian has a metal bo staff ready readied in his grip. Normally, he would favor his katana, but we're just sparring. The weapons aren't as lethal, but still effective in a fight.

Some eyebrows are raised over the fact that we're a couple, but nobody objects to it.  They all secretly want to see Damian lose.

"Shall we dance, good sir?" I proclaim daringly, hoping to goad him with my challenging tone.

"But of course my lady."  Damian really drawls out the lady part sardonically.

And the fight ensues.  I make the first move, charging at Damian in flight.  He deflects my attack with his staff.

I attempt to gain the high ground on Damian by remaining levitating a foot above the ground.  A well aimed kick go towards Damian's head, but he manages to evade it.  A few more attacks from our weapons are thrown at each other, but none of them reach any contact.

I land back on the ground, regaining my balance.  While flight allows me to have the higher ground in the fight, having contact with the ground allows me better balance with both offense and defense.  Our weapons are put into action even more.  For a while, we're locked in a power struggle between our weapons.

His bo staff lunges right at my torso, but I just barely avoid with a quick backflip.

This isn't simple sparring anymore.  It's a dangerous dance of weapons now.  That is, until I notice a small weakness in Damian's footing.  He's leaning on his right foot too much.  A sharp kick to it causes him to lose his stancing, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Before he can reach out to his bo staff, one of my eskrima sticks is already jabbed at his neck. I've won the match.

I guess it's kind of an accomplishment for me, because even though I'm pretty alright in a fight, it's mostly because my powers have a huge advantage. Defeating Damian in combat without the use of a single starbolt used makes me feel pretty great.

I stow away my eskrima sticks, and offer a hand out to Damian.

"Tt," he mutters annoyedly. I don't think it's the fact that I'm his girlfriend which bothers him, but the fact that he lost in general which gets to his ego.

He accepts it, but his pride is too wounded to make eye contact with me.  Meanwhile, the rest of the Titans are enjoying Damian's humiliation.

Lian sniggers a bit at Damian losing. "I guess times really aren't that hard for dreamers."

Jon and Colin both laugh at Damian's expense, while Iris chimes in, "Real confidence booster Boy Wonder."

Damian's face is red enough to rival a fire truck. Both from anger, and embarrassment at being defeated in a match.  As much as I love to playfully annoy Damian, a part of me feels sorry for him.

I try to defend him. "Oh come on guys, Damian did well in the fight. He lasted long enough."

Jon obnoxiously snorts out loud. It isn't until now that I notice what I'd just said. Oh X'hal. Damian's knuckles are clenched white. My own face has gone a deep shade of crimson.

"I meant in training of course!" I retort hotly, feeling incredibly embarrassed. "Real mature Jon!"

"Yeah Jon. I'm sure that Damian's proficient enough during se-"

"X'hal LIAN!" A completely offended noise escapes from Damian.  My face's blush heats up even more, while Damian looks even more muderous than usual. If Lian wasn't my friend, I think he would've killed her on the spot.

Colin and Jon are both having fits of laughter. Iris is just grinning, secretly enjoying our humiliation.

Damian doesn't say anything, he just stalks out of the room angrily, trying to muster whatever pride he had left.

X'hal help us, I think to myself as I hear Damian cursing in Arabic.