Demonfire (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2: Training

Mar'i's POV

Uncle Dami had wanted to meet me at the training room today. I wonder what for? Well, of course the most obvious answer would be training, but he wouldn't bring me here on my second day for training, right?

...Wrong.

As soon as I entered, a droid attacked me. I was forced to fly up into the air and shoot at it with my starbolts. I wasn't expecting it to fly straight after me, though. Mouth agape, I watched as the droid flew at me and---

Oh X'hal, the droid's coming at me!

I went behind the droid and pushed it with my super strength, making it crash onto the floor and break apart.

"Nice work, Grayson girl."

I glared at Damian, who was sitting in the control centre high above. "What was that for?"

He leapt and jumped down, using his cape as a glider to control his landing.

"Training. You can hold your own in a fight, but you're not vigilant enough. You rely too much on your powers, too. Tt! We don't even have powers."

I glared at him. "So?"

"So if your powers couldn't be used, you'd be essentially useless."

"I can do gymnastics really well, too," I pointed out.

He snorted. "Tt! All of us can, Grayson girl."

I was starting to like him less and less (not that I liked him a lot in the beginning).

"Well, not all of us were trained into perfection by an assassin, test tube boy!" I snapped at him.

Damian looked up with fire in his eyes. "Never call me a test tube boy."

He charged at me. I could barely dodge his punches, and he was too close for me to use my starbolts. I kicked him, but I was too panicked to call on my confidence, so he didn't even flinch and pinned my arms to the wall. Daddy had said his brother had some anger issues, but I'd never seen a hint of it before now.

Suddenly, a sharp fiery pain ran down my arm. I turned my head to see what had happened to it, and promptly screamed.

Damian had stuck a birdarang in my arm!

I collapsed to the floor and tried to pull out the birdarang. Damian saw what had happened, and the fury in his eyes faded away.

"Tt! What have I done?" he murmured.

Then, the pain in my arm throbbed too much for even my Tamaranean endurance, and I passed out.

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Damian's POV

I carried the Grayson girl up to her room. Not that I cared, but she needed medical help, and Alfred wasn't here, since he was clearing up the dining hall (Drake and I had gotten into another 'food fight', as they like to say). Tt!

Gingerly, I placed her on the bed, found some bandages and disinfectant, and tended to her wounds. Why had I been so foolish?

I finished bandaging her arm. The Grayson girl was sleeping now, snoring peacefully. I kissed her on the nose and walked out.

Drake stood in the hallway, smirking. "Ooh, look at who just came out of his niece's room!" he sneered.

My cheeks reddened. "I didn't do anything!"

He held up his phone. "Not according to the secret camera I installed in there."

"Drake, you are a pervert," I spat. "Tt!"

He shrugged. "Nah. It's an infrared camera, so it detects heat only. It's for Mar'i's safety. But I detected your heat signature in there too. And what about that little kiss you gave her in the end? Does Demon Spawn actually care, for once? And for Dick's daughter, too... I wonder what he would say..."

"I do not care about the hybrid," I snapped. "I was merely the one who wounded her, and I have to take responsibility for that."

With that, I pushed Drake aside and marched down the corridor, towards the Batcave. Father is away, and I am the one currently responsible for the safety of Gotham City.

Now would be a good time for my patrol.