Demonfire Oneshots

Confrontation pt. 1

"Mar'i," Damian said, his voice filled with seemingly unprompted rage. "I agreed to let you live with me on the account that you would keep everything tidy." He crossed his arms and she rolled her eyes. "I've got three shirts on the floor." She grumbled as he raised an eyebrow and gingerly picked up a dark purple bra that was caught on the edge of the door. "Give me that!" She annoyedly took it and threw it in the direction of her closet, only for it to bounce off and land on the floor.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "The only reason you're here is because I'm fond of your father, I'm not afraid of kicking you out." He tested as she groaned and picked her clothes up off of the floor. "Happy?" She asked as he briefly nodded and left her room.

She rolled her eyes as he left and threw her hoodie over her head before leaving her room. "I'm going out." She informed him. He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What you do in your spare time doesn't concern me." He said before adding in a hushed tone. "Just don't bring it home with you."

She sharply turned around at the doorway and narrowed her eyes at him, irked by his comment. "What did you just say?" She asked. He smirked, "I said," He obnoxiously annunciated. "Don't bring it home with you."

She glared at him, "What do you think I would bring home?" She crossed her arms and he raised an eyebrow again. "I'll be back at eleven, let me know if you've got company." He grumbled, grabbing a jacket and thrusting his arms through the sleeves before leaving, slamming the door in her face.

She followed him out, incredulous. "Are you suggesting that I would bring a guy-"
"Not just any guy. Jonathan Kent." He clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white and she narrowed her eyes. "He's my boyfriend. What do you have against him?" She hissed. He simply clenched his jaw and stormily glared past her.
"Did my dad ask you to do this or is it a weird protective thing on your part?" She angrily asked as he paused, "He did not. It is not." He bit the inside of his cheek as she followed him downstairs. "Then what is it? He's a good guy, I just don't understand why you don't like him." Mar'i exasperatedly tried to force an answer from him but he simply shook his head. "I don't think you would like the answer."

She faltered a little and quirked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" She asked as he threw his hood over his head, "We can talk about this later." He muttered with no intention of doing so. He began to angrily storm away from her.

"Damian!" She yelled. He shoved his hands in his pockets to avoid doing something that he would regret and continued to stalk away. He would have to confront her sooner or later, but he just hoped that it was later. A lot lot later.

Continued...