The School Life of The Other Demon

Lies

Demetria's P.O.V.:

Damian and I stare at Nightwing, furrowing our eyebrows in confusion. Family? I turn my head to Damian, making eye contact with him, our silence speaking our thoughts.

"There is no family between us," Damian says, putting his attention back on Nightwing and glaring at him. "We have no relations other than foes outside of our home. And you have just entered that relationship."

"As much as I hate to admit it," Red Hood says. "We're brothers."

"As if I would have a sibling as incompetent and inferior like you," Damian snarls, offended by his accusation.

"You seem persistent," I declare, staring at the male in the cell. I approach Red Hood's cell, glaring at me. "What are you trying to prove here, Red Hood? What are you trying to gain by coming here, attacking my brother and me, and trying to convince us with your words?"

"We didn't attack you," the younger boy says from his cell. "Whoever told you that is a liar."

"Our grandfather is not a liar," Damian argues.

"A little," the male with the cape says. "A little twist of the truth, but you get the point."

"And who are you?" I ask, not knowing this one's name.

"Even after she loses her memory, she has some remembrance of everyone but you," Red Hood snickers. "Always the last one."

"Shut it, Hood," he retorts.

"Just pointing it out, Replacement."

"Your name is 'Replacement'?" I asked, grimacing at the idea of his "hero" name being Replacement.

"What? No. It's Red Robin."

"Like, the food?"

"Food?" Damian asks, snapping his head to me. "There's something called Red Robin?"

I freeze, rethinking my words. Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I find myself speechless. "I don't know," I breathe out, wearily. I turn to Damian, not knowing why or how I know that or even if it's true. "I said it without thinking. I guess it just reminded me of something."

"Didn't you make that comment?" Red Robin asks, turning his head towards Red Hood's cell.

Red Hood shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. Maybe."

"You seriously are useless when remembering stuff."

Red Hood snaps his head, his eyes widening. "You're the one who fuckin' asked!"

"At Least I have some recollection of the incident!"

"You're not even positive about that recollection!"

My eyes dart from side to side like a tennis match, watching and listening to these older men argue. With each sentence, their voices rise. I can only predict that if there were no restraints on these, they would have a full-on brawl. "These can't be the people that took us down," I whisper to Damian, staring at them in disbelief.

"Expect the unexpected," Damian sighs. He stares intently at the two. "Is it strange to say that I find it...calming?" he whispers.

"Calming?" I ask, staring at the two, practically growling at each other. "It's quite irking," I deadpan, but as I continue to stand here, watching the two fight while everyone watches, no reaction at all, I begin to relax. "I guess," I whisper, feeling a sense of familiarity.

As we continue to stand in front of their cells in unamusement, I begin to get annoyed by the constant bickering. I open my mouth to speak but am quickly shut down by a sudden presence.