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Mar'i POV
I am sitting on a garden bench while Dami is being a little stupid.
I cover my mouth to keep from giggling as Damian throws a rock against the side of the mansion and hides behind a bush.
"What the hell?" Two unsuspecting party guest yells.
We see them come over this way so we both get up and run into the darkness of garden.
We can see the guests, they are both male and very tall and in shape.
"Who the hell is in here?" One yells towards us.
One takes a cell phone out of his pocket and shines it towards us.
They can't really see our faces, thankfully. "Who are you two? Some party crashers? Get over here." The one with the phone yells.
I grab onto Damian's arm and we walk towards them."Um hey guys..." I say to them as we walk over to the two men. "Sorry about that, my...um... Boyfriend, yeah sure, my boyfriend, was fooling around out here because he was getting a headache inside."
"That still gives you no right to start throwing rocks at people. And at this beautiful mansion!" The other man says.
"I can do what ever I want." Damian says.
I look at him as if to mentally tell him to shut up.
"Oh yeah what gives you the right to do that?" He says.
"Well for one, I practically own this place." Damian says.
"Really do you now? What's your name son?" He asks again. I see the other guy with a camera around his neck and I notice that the guy talking has a notebook and pen sticking out of his pocket. Great they must be with a magazine or newspaper. And I just told them Damian was my boyfriend. It's a good thing they haven't seen my face.
"I'm Damian Wayne." Damian says.
My eyes get huge just like the other guys. Instantly the guy starts taking pictures, think X'hal it's dark, and the other rips out his note pad.
"And who are you mam?" The guy asks.
"Run!" I yell as I grab Damian and run away into the garden.
We finally loose them after about 5 minutes of running in a garden hedge maze, and are standing next by one of the lamp posts in the maze.
"What where you thinking exactly? Do you love being in magazines or something?" I ask bending over trying to catching my breath.
"Getting even." He says smirking and leaning against a hedge.
"What? What did I do?" I ask standing straight up.
"I thought you knew? Aren't you my girlfriend?" He asks chuckling.
I blush and look down. "I had to say something! I hate being in the media, so do you!"
"What ever you say Mar. You know ya love me." He says chuckling.
I think that if I would look in a mirror I might look like a tomato. "Come on. We have to get out of here." I say and start hovering. "Back to the house?" I ask as I hold out my hand to him.
"I say we go to the diner across town." He says grabbing hold of my hand as I fly out towards the city.
"I'm a horrible babysitter." I say laughing.
"Yes, yes you are." Damian says smiling.
We sit down at a diner in Gotham and I make Damian put on his sunglasses so no one notices him, since the diner was a little crowded.
We sit down in a booth and look over our menus.
A waiter comes over and looks over us. "Hey, I'm Brayden. i'll be your waiter tonight. You guys coming from a party?" He asks.
"Yes." Damian says without looking at him.
"Um I'll just have a water." I say as I hand him my menu.
"Cheeseburger and water." Damian says and hands him the menu.
"Ok I'll be right out with that." Our waiter says.
"I don't like that guy." Damian says as he walks away.
I raise an eyebrow at that. "You don't know him."
"Yeah, but he looked at you funny." He says and looks over my shoulder."Don't look now, but there are two guys staring at us from over their menus 3 booths away from us." He says.
"Are they our age?" I ask trying to peek over my shoulder.
"I just said don't look!" He whispers at me. "And no, they look a little younger than Grayson." He says. "One has short black hair, the other has longer red hair." I then pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps on it. "Well this isn't good."
"Whatt?" I ask trying to peek at his phone.
"I thought they looked familiar. They are antiheroes. One is Jason Todd, the Red Hood." I gasp at that.
"Oh X'hal! He's a killer! Dami we need to leave. Now." I whisper.
"Pssh. I'm Robin, and your Grayson and Starfire's daughter, we got this." He says smirking. "And the red head over there is Roy Harper. Arsenal." He says.
"Great, we have two antiheroes staring at us." I whisper.
"They are getting up." He says as he looks at me. "And walking towards us."
"X'hal save us." I say crossing my legs.
"Hey." Says a voice to my right. "We were wondering if maybe we could sit with you guys. You know so others can have a place to sit."
I look at Damian and then I decide to nod. "Sure. Why not." I say quietly and slide down towards the window and the black haired one slides next to me, while the red head slides next to Damian.
"I'm Jason and this is Roy." Jason says beside me. "And you guys are?"
"Damian." Dami says across from me.
"Mar'i" I say looking down.
"Damian Wayne and Mar'i Garyson?" Roy asks.
"Yes. And you two are "Roy Harper, Arsenal, and Jason Todd, The Red Hood." I say looking at them both. "Now why are you here and what do you want?" I ask getting straight to the point.
"Wow. Aren't you two fast." Roy says chuckling.
"Yes. We are. Now, why are you two in Gotham." Damian asks staring Jason in the eyes."Well we just came to see our old friends. Dick and Kori. Maybe even Bruce." Jason says closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat. "We can't see our niece and my brother ether?"
"You are not my uncle, neither of you, and Damian is not your brother." I spit out at him. "I refuse to be related to any of your kind."
Jason opens his eyes and looks at me. "Kid, if I were you I would shut up."
"We don't want to hurt you guys. We just wanted to talk. We will be seeing you soon. Just thought we would give you a fair warning." Roy says looking at us both.
They both get up to leave . "Stay out of our way." Jason says before leaving.
"We need to leave." I say to Damian as I see them walk across the street. "Now." I get up and throw some money on the table.
Damian gets up and follows me. "Jason Todd was your dads adopted son before he was killed and turned into the Red Hood, correct?" I say as we walk out the door.
"Yes." Damian says through gritted teeth.
"Then we must hurry back home to tell my parents and your dad." I grab his hand and take off. "They want something... Or someone..."
Damian POV
"We are going to be in so much trouble. I can already tell." Mar'i says as we make our way through the crowd.
I start to question this. "Should we tell them?" I ask her.
She stops mid-step and turns around towards me. "Yes we should tell them. We have to, they might be after our parents!"
"Yes but they can handle them selves. And if we tell them they will only worry and freak out. Grayson's obsessions will come out again, and he will push your mother away and you away." I grab her hand. "Mar'i we can't tell them."
She looks at the ground and nods. "Yes, that will happen. But we can not just keep this to ourselves." We looks up at me with tears in her eyes. "Who do we tell?"
"Maybe Drake can help us." I say to her. "And Mar'i, don't cry. It'll be alright." I say and kiss her forehead.
She blushes and I grips her hand tighter as we start making our way through the crowd to find Drake.
We finally fine Drake around some reporters, and my father...
They are answering some questions, but for some magazines apparently.
"Grandpa!" Mar'i shouts behind me. She lets go of my hand and runs over to him.
"Mar'i! Your so big! I haven't seen you in awhile." He says hugging her and kissing her hair while the reporters take a hundred pictures per second.
I slowly make my way over to them.
"Hello father." I say nodding towards him.
"Good to see you too Damian." Father says nodding my way and smiling his famous Bruce Wayne smile for the media.
"How about we get a family picture?" Asks a reporter.
Father chuckles and says "Sure why not?" Drake gets to the other side of father and I see Mar'i backing out.
"Mar'i get over here." I say to her.
She smiles brightly and walks next to me. I put my arm around her waist and she puts her arm around my neck. She leans her head on my shoulder and smiles for the cameras. She may not like being gossiped about in the media or the main topic, but she was pretty much born to live like this is the media.
And even though I hate the media, since she is with me, I smile for the cameras.