Rule 35 at its best, from today’s spider-man, if you haven’t read it, don’t bother, but somebody suggested this from a side character (apparently her name is Danika Hart, mind that).
Damian did his best to avoid his parent’s gazes. Nika, on the other hand, stared openly at his mother. Talia didn’t seem to hate her, but Nika clearly didn’t reach her expectations, or his fathers for that matter. Damian didn’t allow himself to meet his mother’s eye. She was clearly disappointed in him. His father was definitely angry.
“May I be excused.” He muttered.
Bruce’s eyes slightly.
“No.” Talia said, crossing her arms.
Her green gaze drifted in Rose’s direction. The silver haired girl wasn’t wounded fatally, but she was far more injured than Damian. Jason had insisted on attending to her wounds. She giggled softly, at words that had filtered past his smirk.
“I thought better of you, Rose.” Talia stated, causing both to fall silent.
Wilson bite her lip, weighing her words. “He asked me for help. I took most of the blows, so he wouldn’t. At least show a little gratitude.”
Talia held back some sharp comments. Jason trailed his fingers through Rose’s hair, and quietly teased her.
“You are both dismissed.” Talia barked.
She was really mad.
“I was trying to avenge Grandfather.” Damian muttered.
Nika risked a side glance at him. Purple eyes softened, she slipped her hand into his. He couldn’t deny that his heart skipped a beat at the touch.
“You could have died.” His mother was extremely mad. In no other situation would she have let his mutterence pass. meeting her eyes, he realized that mad didn’t even come close to describing uow enraged she was.
“I’m sorry, Mother.” Nika squeezed his hands.
Seething, Talia’s gaze darted down to their intertwined hands. “I don’t want you out of my sight.”
“Talia, Isn’t that extreme?” For the first time, Damian noticed how his father’s arm was casually slung behind his mother.
Damian no longer cared about his punishment. His mother leaned toward his father. They were seated closer together than if they were still arguing. Her skirt folds touched his thigh. His father’s lips were slightly redder than normal. They had kissed. His core tightened.
“Damian, do you understand?” Talia asked.
“Yes.” He lied.
“You may be dismissed.”
Damian dragged Nika out the door. She stared at him wide eyed.
“Your mom is mean. awesome but-”
He pressed a finger to her lips. Her face reddened. Damian pressed his ear to the door.
Talia sighed. He could almost see her head falling to her hands.
“Why is this so difficult?”
“He’s a teenager.” Bruce replied. “Teenagers are difficult. I wish I could say it got easier, but after four, it seems that they only get harder.”
Damian was about to fully decide his level of offence, when his mother laughed softly. “You would know, wouldn’t you, Love?”
Love?
“Maybe I do.”
Damian pressed his eye to the old fashioned key-hole. Talia leaned against his father’s side. Bruce‘s blue eyes were filled with what Damian guessed was love. He smiled. Talia gave a soft contented purr, and softly guided Bruce’s lips to hers.
“It’s late, Beloved.”
Nika pulled on Damain’s hand. “What is it?”
He turned to her with a bright smile. ‘They’re getting along.”
“And?”
“I think they might get back together.”
Her face flashed understanding. “That’s- amazing.” She smiled. “How about we celebrate?”
“How?” He asked, even as he allowed her to take his hand and lead him towards the stairs.
Nika’s idea of celebration was beinging all three Matrix movies, and getting high on sugar. Damain wasn’t about to complain though. He quickly became invested in the movies. After taste-testing twenty different candies, and a few two many sodas, she settled down on the bed.
“I like your room.” She said with a yawn. He hummed.
Nika propped herself up on his pillows, and reached for another gummy worm. She looked beautiful like this, in a black tank top, and grey shorts. He studied her. She had a small smile, her form was relaxed and open. Would it be too much if he made a move? Damian took a small breath before leaning his head against her shoulder. Her breathing wavered. He slipped an arm behind her and loosely hugged her. Her hand threaded through his hair. Damian sighed. He could feel her heartbeat. A gentle, steady pulsing, that overwhelmed him like a lullaby. She gave a small snort, not of annoyance but a sign that she was enjoying this. Her hand gently rubbed down his back. Damian finally understood why all of his siblings loved this.He pressed close, twining his legs with her and resting his head against her.
She reached for another candy, this time offering it to him.
“Damian?” she whispered, both hands wrapping tight around him, until he was comfortably nestled against her side. “We- we need to talk.”
Your prompt: Damian doesn’t like talking on the phone, but Nika always calls them instead of texting. Nika admits that it’s because they want to hear Damian’s voice.
