Demonfire Oneshots

Hurting Pt. 2

It had been a month, and they still hadn't caught him, but her bruises had faded and she was happy, if not a little wary. After all, she had suffered so much for so long, she was bound to be a little traumatised.

In the last month, Mar'i had managed to get all her possessions back and move in with Damian, at his request.

The door opened and Damian walked in, borderline yelling into his phone, "No you simpleton! I said fifty! Fifty! 5-0! Sound familiar!? It's a number that comes after 4-9!" He shouted as she smirked. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, planting kisses on her cheek. She giggled and leant her head back to see him, kissing his jaw.

"Listen, I have to go. Figure this out before tomorrow." He sighed before hanging up and turning back to Mar'i. "Hey Beautiful." He softly murmured, spinning her around and kissing her. "Hey, how was your day?" She asked once they had broken apart. "Don't get me started." He sighed as she laughed and loosened his tie, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. He smiled to himself. She did this everyday. "How about you? What did you do?" He asked, moving his fingers through her hair. "I tried to make a cake." She began as he smirked, "Tried?" He asked. Mar'i nodded. "It somehow seemed to burn as well as not cook." Confusion laced her voice as she spoke and he snickered, "How is that possible?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. Why are you home so late?" She curiously asked as Damian irritatedly frowned. "Work. So much work." He groaned as she laughed, "Why don't we go to bed?" She suggested as he nodded, "Absolutely."

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She lay in bed, curled up against Damian when a noise woke her. She sat up and looked around the room, frantically searching for the source when she heard a click from the corner of the room. She looked over to see a shadowy figure and immediately screamed, squirming back and shaking Damian awake. "Dami! Dami!" She half screamed half sobbed as he bolted upright and protectively curled an arm around her waist. "Mar'i? What's wrong—"

He stopped as the shadow moved forwards into the light square of moonlight, holding out a gun with his glassy eyed stare fixed on Mar'i. "Get away from me." She was full on sobbing in terror, moving closer to Damian. He instinctively curled his arms around her as Lucas Graham inched closer. "Hello Mar'i." He slurred, clearly intoxicated. "This can't be happening." She whispered, her breathing quickening and she tightened her grip on Damian's arm. "I think you owe me an explanation." He stumbled slightly and held the gun closer to her when Damian jumped up and swiped the gun from his grasp.

"Mar'i, call the police." Damian said in an overly calm voice, spinning behind Lucas and twisting his arm behind his back, shoving him so his face was pressed against the wall.

She frantically searched in the dark for her phone and dialled, panickingly stuttering, "H-hello. S-someone broke into my house, they had a gun... Yes, I'm fine... N-no, my boyfriend's home... 999 Amber Crescent on the t-top floor." She trembled, pausing between questions. She nodded a couple of times before hanging up and dropping the phone.

She began sobbing into her hands and Damian turned to see her, using the butt of the gun to knock a struggling Lucas unconscious before striding over to her and hugging her, tugging her into his lap.

She buried her face into the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, twisting her fingers into his shirt. "He tried t-to kill m-me." She said, her voice wobbly and brittle. "Shh, you're okay. They're coming to get him right now. You're safe with me." He reassured as the door was broken down and police rushed in, guns pointed and flashlights blaring.

"I'm going to talk to the police now, are you okay?" He softly asked as she nodded and shuffled back, letting him walk over to the cops and watching as they dragged away Lucas' unconscious body.

"Sir, a few questions." One of the detectives approached him and he nodded, crossing his arms. "Name?" She asked, not looking at him. "Damian Wayne." He answered as she looked up at him and widened her eyes in surprise before continuing in a professional manner. "Can you please describe the events that took place leading up to the time of the break in?" She requested as he frowned, "I think you should ask Mar'i about it later but from my understanding, she was in an abusive relationship with him for... for too long. A month ago she got away and he's been on the run ever since. Tonight he managed to break in and tried to kill her. I don't know how, she just started screaming and I woke up." He uttered as she nodded and jotted it down before flipping her notebook shut and saying, "Thank you. He will be processed and incarcerated as soon as possible." Before leaving along with the rest of the officers.

Once they were gone he walked back over to her and hugged her, kissing her cheek. She hesitantly returned the hug when he pulled away, confused. "Is something wrong?" He asked as she stared at him in shock, "Is something wrong?" She incredulously repeated. "Is something wrong?" She scoffed again, anger building up in her voice. "Of course something's wrong! Someone just tried to kill me! How are you so calm!? You know he would've killed you as well!" She felt detached. As if her brain and body were seperate.

"I know." He calmly responded, which only made her madder, "Stop being so calm! I was nearly killed and you don't even care!" She screamed, fighting to stop tears from spilling from her eyes. "Mar'i..." Damian whispered in a soft yet rattled voice. "Of course I care. It's just that I know we're okay. This will never happen again, I promise." He reassured as she moved closer to him and lay down, pulling him with her. "What are you—"
"I'm going to sleep." She answered, curling into him. "You're not still—"
"Shh. Sleepy." She cut him off again and he smiled, "Okay." He whispered as she grinned and leant up to kiss him, "Goodnight."

Hope you got the little Friends reference. I'm sorry, I'm obsessed.