Demonfire Oneshots

Trapped Under the Mistletoe

I know it's nowhere near Christmas, but I felt like it 😊

"I don't see the point in all this," The irritable twenty-three-year-old grumbled, swatting a stray string of tinsel out of his way. "It's utterly stupid."

Tim faintly smiled and pulled a pine needle out of Damian's hood, holding it up for him to see before letting it drop to the ground. "You mean Christmas?" He asked with a snigger. Damian nodded and made a face at the decorations that littered the halls of the Manor. "Just the ornamental aspect of it is ridiculous. Add in the played out folklore of a chubby man in red and it's practically comical." He wrinkled his nose in disgust and hunched his shoulders.

"Chin up, kid." Tim laughed, ruffling his hair. "Back off, Drake. Unless you want me to add to that so-called collection of scars of yours." He threatened, batting away his hand. "Stop being so grumpy. Mar'i put a lot of work into the decorations. Don't piss her off. The last thing you want is an angry Tamaranean-Warrior-Princess after you."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Sure, I'll be nice." He mockingly complied, walking into the living room and plonking himself down on the couch. "It's not like I enjoy making her furious." He said, the mischievous glint in his eye hinting that he loved to do just that. "Why are you so insistent on making everyone's life oh-so miserable?" Tim questioned, sitting next to him.

"Because I'm a deeply sadistic person who relishes at both the thought and act of causing pain or misery to others." He dryly replied, fighting the ever-insistent urge to roll his eyes. Apparently, it was 'disrespectful' or something to that effect, not that he really cared.

"Aren't you the little terror." Jason appeared in the doorway with a wide grin, which earned him a glare from Damian. "Don't patronise me, Todd." He hissed.

"Me? Never." Jason stepped forwards and ruffled his hair. The other members of the family often did this, knowing just how much the younger man hated it.

He swatted his bothersome older brother's hand away. "Okay, fine. I'm done." He got up and stormed to the doorway, walking straight into Mar'i, whom he hadn't seen due to the somewhat drastic height difference. It wasn't that Mar'i was particularly short, but he had shot up over the summer in tenth grade and she had never quite caught up.

"Ah--" Mar'i squeaked, her voice muffled by Damian's chest. "Sorry." He mumbled, going to move past her when he heard a sharp whistle and Jason's voice call, "Hold up there, speedy."

"What now?" Damian looked back to a very amused Tim and Jason, who were knowingly grinning at each other. "Look up," Tim said, pointing to the doorframe above them, where a few leaves of mistletoe hung by a bright red ribbon, the shiny red berries stark against the green leaves.

"Mistletoe?" Damian skeptically scoffed, raising an eyebrow at the two. "You've got to be kidding me." He turned to go to his room when Jason lured him back with a taunting, "Scared?" Which just earned him another irritated scoff. "Then kiss her." Tim challenged.

"Hey, no one ever asked me if I was okay with this." Mar'i said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the doorframe. Because of Bruce's tense relationship with both Dick and Kory, Mar'i wasn't around at the Manor too much, but everyone absolutely adored the bubbly girl, even Damian, despite avidly denying it.

"Sorry, Mare. Are you good with this?" Jason queried.

She amusedly looked up at Damian, smirking at just how uncomfortable he seemed to be. "Yeah, okay." She agreed, nodding.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Damian asked, but they all just shook their heads with sly smiles. If he hadn't known these people for as long as he had, he would have left before he could be terrorised into this position.