Return of the Demon (Damian Wayne x Reader) Book III

Chapter 4

Y/n picked at her nails as the short squishy woman who sat in front of her. The permanent wrinkles on the lady’s face made her appear years past her age. Her gray hair was shaped in a neat bob, no fly aways, there were two tight curls on the front that framed her face. Her small rectangular glasses sat at the tip of her nose, her blue eyes reading the notes on her yellow paper pad. She wore a pastel sweater and a gray skirt. 

“So,” the woman’s voice creeped down Y/n’s spine. “Would you say you always had violent tendencies?”

Y/n crossed her arms and sighed, “Well considering I was raised by psychopaths and forced to marry at the age of twelve, I’d say yeah.”

The lady, Dr. Lamz, looked at her. She pursed her red lips, “Have you been having these mood swings often? Your father told me you’ve been feeling all over the place. Why do you think that is?” Y/n was quiet. She only had a few minutes left of the appointment. “Please, correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems like since your move to the Titans Tower, you mood has changed. And now with Damian living down the hall from you. It must be tough.” Y/n nodded her head. “It seems like you’re still having a tough time.”

Y/n closed her eyes and remembered the last time they saw each other. It was around the time the Queens first adopted the girl, she had an outburst at school and it caused some concern for her parents. 

“I know we haven’t seen each other in some time, but, I still believe you have an adjustment disorder. At first it was entering society at a late age, getting a family, school. Now you moved to another city, you have an incredibly difficult job. And now the person who made an enormous impact on your life has returned. Am I on the right track?” The girl muttered an yeah and the doctor checked her watch. “Well, our time is up, I will see you next week.” The lady smiled and got her things. 

Dr. Lamz left the room and walked past Damian. The fourteen year old looked inside and saw the girl sitting on her bed, holding her head in her hands. Damian walked to the doorway and held onto the side, not knowing what to do. He was on his way to apologize to the boy with the alien tech, for the moment his only mission, when he past Y/n’s room. Damian did not know what to do. Does he go inside and ask what’s wrong? Walk away? 

Considering the first option to the best he stepped into the room but shook his head and turned around. He doesn’t have to comfort her. That’s not his job.

I'm not her boyfriend.

Continuing down the hallway, Damian made his way to the living room. Inside was a glass coffee table, a large flat screen, and a pearl white couch. Garfield was playing a form of the block game, Jenga, while as a chameleon, and Jaime was in his Blue Beetle armor without the mask on his laptop. 

“Can you please do that anywhere else?” the hispanic teen asked as Gar knocked down the blocks and yelped. 

“Jaime?” Damian asked, wanting to make this quick.

“Yeah?”

The boy’s hands were folded behind his back, “Perhaps it was a mistake to challenge you yesterday without knowing the full capacity of your alien attachment. I promise you, it won’t happen again.” Damian kept it professional and short. Once he was finished, he left the room without another word, moving onto the next metal task. 

“How was therapy, Y/n?” Starfire caught up next to the girl as she left the training room. It was starting to get dark so the hallways only lightsource were the fluorescent lights above. The leader was in her casual clothes. A purple off the shoulder shirt and black jeans. 

Y/n raised an eyebrow and wiped the sweat off of her forehead. “Uh, fine, I suppose,” she kept walking. Determined to keep her talking, Kori followed. Y/n felt her still there. “Can I help you?”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

Y/n sighed, “The point of therapy is that it’s confidential. Meaning,” Y/n walked past Kori, back to the training room. “It’s none of your damn business.”

“Why are you returning to the training room?”

Y/n turned the corner and spoke louder so the alien could hear her. “To blow some steam.”

Kori stood behind, trying to understand the human idiom. 

Heading back to her room, the alien princess wanted to take a shower and think of ways to deal with the two most stubborn people in the Teen Titans. Maybe she could call Dick, he knows both teens. Y/n and him are best friends and he and Damian are adoptive brothers. His insight would help. 

Looking up Kori noticed her room door was open and the light was on. Walking faster to check what was going on, she walked in on Damian sitting at her desk, going through her computer. She crossed her arms.

“What are you doing in my room?” Damian ignored her. “We have rules, Damian.” The redhead walked over and closed her laptop. Damian glared at her. “You never trespass another person’s space.”

Damian didn’t bother to pay any attention to his scolding. “You have nothing on her. No background, no history.” Star questioned who he was talking about. “Raven. You’re the leader of this group. You should know everything about her. It’s called ‘vetting’.”

Kori dropped her hands to her side. “She’s fourteen. No mother, no father. She grew up in a hostile real, not unlike my own planet. And she escaped, like I did. We didn’t know anything about Raven when we took her in except that she needed a home. A place to grow.”

Damian stood up and pointed to the closed laptop. “I was taught that knowledge was power and you knew nothing about her.” He redirected his aim to her. 

Once again, Starfire crossed her arms. “How much do you have to know when people are in need?” she questioned. “Garfield was eleven when his genetics kicked in and gave him green skin and powers. We still don’t know the purpose of Jaime’s alien armor or all of its abilities. And Y/n is stuck here for a year because, like yourself, she has no social skills. At her school, she had no connections to anyone and had a dangerous trigger induced outburst. We just knew they needed help. You have to have a little faith sometimes.”

Damian was not impressed about Kori’s heartfelt speech, although, he felt compelled to go find Y/n and ask some questions. “Faith is belief based on an absence of data. It invites disaster.” he crossed his arms as he left the room. Kori placed her hands on her hips as she gave him a dirty look.