Demons (Damirae)

Chapter Twelve

*Not Mine- All Rights To Original Creator* 

Damian flicked his eyes sideways.

"Stop it Mr Pennyworth, I fed you five minutes ago."

The cat meowed loudly at his again, giving him the most innocent stare a cat could give. 

Damian was not amused.

Setting his book down besides him on the bed, the youngest Wayne picked up his cat with one hand and set him on his chest,"Have you quite finished being dramatic?"

The fiendish creature merely turned his head away from Damian sharply, clearly annoyed. However, when he began rubbing the cat's head soothingly, he begrudgingly leant in to his hand, purring softly. Securing Mr Pennyworth with one hand,  Damian adjusted the way he was seated so that he was partially lying down, propped up by his pillow.

Positioning Mr Pennyworth so that it was lying vertically on his chest, looking at Damian, the boy wonder started playing with his cat: moving its forearms from side-to-side and blowing lightly on its nose -causing Mr Pennyworth to shake his head and scrunch up is nose. This persisted for a few minutes until Damian heard loud barking from downstairs followed by the sound of porcelain shattering and loud cursing (not swearing: little Timmy was a good boy, he didn't swear).

Audibly sighing, the son of Batman sat himself up, still holding Mr Pennyworth. Coming to the conclusion that his assistance was probably required downstairs, Damian left the room, making his way to the living room -aka the centre for all chaos in the manor- having heard shouting coming from there. 

Upon entry, he was greeted by the hilarious sight of Titus, the puppy Raven had given him, hanging off of Drake's leg.

"Get it off! Get it off! Stephanieeeee! Jason! Stop filming and help!!!", Tim whined, shaking his leg frantically.

Todd shook his head at the RedRobin, shoulders convulsing with laughter whilst high-fiving his sister. At that moment, Dick walked in to the room with Kori, having finished work an hour before. 

True to his nature, Dick swooped in, hysterically declaring, "Worry not! I shall save you Timmy!"

Damian stroked the cat in his hands to keep it quiet and observed -from his space out of view of the others- with a frown on his face, as Raven entered the room, eyebrows raised at the scene before her. For a moment, she stood in confusion as Dick attempted to remove the dog from Tim's leg, until finally she snapped in to action- just as Damian was about to intervene.

"What exactly is going on?", her tone was quiet, but it still drew the attention of those in the room.

"I would like to know as well.", Damian added, stepping out of the shadows, "Just what exactly did you do to unnerve Titus?"

Dick put his hands on his hips, "How long have you been here for?"

Damian smirked, "A while."

From besides Raven, Kori began speaking, only to be interrupted by Tim's shrieking.

"COULD SOMEONE GET THIS THING OFF ME!"

Smirking, Damian walked over to Drake, real slow, all the while stroking Mr Pennyworth like some kind of old-school villain. After taking his sweet time, he looked down at the puppy with eyes narrowed slightly.

"Release the small person.", he ordered.

To the shock of many, the unruly dog unclamped his teeth from Tim's leg, allowing the boy to nurse his 'grievous wounds'. Damian leant down to rub Titus' head, however, he was stopped by a lithe paw and loud hissing.