Kittens and Titus [Damian Wayne (Robin) x O.C.]

Chapter Four

-Constantine said I was a witch-

Gotham City, United States of America

Jade looked up to see a tall man with a red mask covering his face. He had a large red bat across his plated chest piece and a brown leather jacket, and two gun holders on his thighs.

"Who are you?" The man asked, pointing to Jade.

"I'm Jade," she answered. The bat on his chest made her trust him, he had to be Batman. "Are you the Batman?"

Robin laughed, though it was dry and forced. "Him? Batman? What sort of world do you live in, that's the Red Hood. I advise you never to mix them up again."

"Shut it, Robin," the man, the Red Hood, spat. He took out his two guns and aimed it at the goon, pulling the trigger.

The sudden and loud firing of the weapons scared Jade, her defense being to put up a block. She quickly found herself hidden behind a thick layer of Epsom Salt Crystal, the fastest kind of crystal to grow. It wasn't practical though because it could easily be shot through.

"You shot him!" She could hear Robin scream.

"In the knee," Red Hood shouted back. "It wasn't his head, you so are turning into Dick."

"No, I am not! I'm nothing like him, but if you hadn't aimed correctly he could have died and I would be the one with the blame! I can't take another strike, I've had too many."

"Alright, alright. Sorry for saving your life," Red Hood sneered.

Robin took in a deep breath, as if he had more to say, then he turned to look at the girl, hidden behind a thick and tall barrier of crystal. "Jason, look behind you," He whispered.

Red Hood's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the brunette girl's image being blurred by the salt crystal.  "Um, are you a meta?"

Slowly the crystal went away, forming into a dust that was seeping into the girl's body. It didn't bother her as it went into her pores. "What is a meta?" She questioned as the last of the crystal disappeared.

"You know, someone with powers," he continued.

"Constantine said I was a witch, but I'm just from Azarath," she mumbled.

• • •

"Master Jason, Master Damian, why did you bring a girl home with you from patrol?" Alfred asked, his British accent lined with irritation.

"She knows Constantine, and she's from Azarath, like Raven," Damian sighed, throwing his Robin mask across the room, it landing on an arm chair across him. He still wore his uniform, even though he badly needed to change, and a shower.

"Raven, like your Titan friend?" Alfred asked.

"Yeah, but she's more Tim's age," Damian sighed, crossing his arms. "I call her after I clean up, now if you will excuse me," he started as he got up.

"Woah, woah, Dams, you aren't going anywhere," Jason hissed, his Red Hood mask sitting in his lap.

"What did you just call me?" Damian hissed through gritted teeth.

"Dams, just trying something new," Jason shook his head. "And if you think you are going to skip off and head to bed without getting the scolding with me from good old batsy, you are terribly mistaken."

"As impressive as your word choice is, Todd, I'm not skipping out. I'm just going to shower and get the blood off me. I suggest you do the same," Damian chuckled to himself, clearly winning the battle of words.

"I am going to check on miss Jade," Alfred sighed.

• • •

Jade sat alone in a dark room, only one, low hanging lightbulb lit the room. It has a metal table with many dents in it, and two metal tables that were not in much better shape than the matching table. No windows were in the room, only a long mirror spanning the with of one wall but the height of two feet.

"Pardon me, Miss, but would you like anything?" A disorientated voice asked.

Jade blinked, never having been in this strange of a situation. Here she was a prisoner, or at least contained at the moment, and she was being asked if she needed anything. Inside she laughed, not worried about the situation. She could feel the rock under her feet and as soon as her magic was strong enough to seep into it she would be able to break out.

"Maybe some food," she answered. "If you don't mind, and some tea? It helps to calm my nerves."

"Earl Grey, Jasmine, or Chai," The voice asked.

"Jasmine please, made with water, not milk, and nothing in it. I like the raw flavor."

"Very well," the voice concluded, a small click noting that the conversation was over and there was no longer someone on the other side talking to her.

Once again she was left alone, looking around. She pouted a bit, she didn't like being alone much. She may have come to America alone but it was to seek the one relationship she ever truly known.

• • •

"Why do I have to bring it to her?" Jason groaned. His black and white hair was still wet from the shower, and he was anxious to get back to his safe house.

"Just put on your mask and bring it in," Damian argued, also having just finished showering. "Alfred has to tend to other matters, and I need to call Raven to see if she knows this girl."

"What makes you think Raven is even awake?"

"I live with the Titans for a half a year. Raven goes to bed at five am and sleeps until ten am. She is awake. The only Titan that would be asleep would probably be Beast Boy if his video games weren't entertaining enough for his liking."

Jason shrugged his shoulder and then picked up his red mask. "Guess I better go in there."

He took the tray from his adoptive little brother's hands and walked down the stairs to the interrogation room. He peaked into the room at see the girl resting her head in her arms. Her eyes were closed, soft snores coming from her mouth.

"She fell asleep?" Damian asked when Jason returned, the tray in hand.

"Yes, it was kinda adorable. Like a stray kitten," Jason chuckled to himself.

"Gross, she's like 13," Damian spat.

"I'm not into her, idiot. I think she's cute because she's a kid and I feel bad that she's locked up in there," Jason sighed. "Not our best thinking, kid."

"Jason, Damian," a deep voice called. "Why is there a girl in the interrogation room."

"Time for that scolding," Jason laughed.