Finally got this done! Italics are thoughts.
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Damian's POV
I hate this, having to hide all the time. But, who wouldn't run, screaming in fear from me if they knew what I was. The others were lucky; they only had to hide a few years worth of instincts. I had to hide a lifetime, my genetics, and the instincts that automatically came with being what I am. How much I wish I were human, like Father…
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Bruce's POV
I'm worried that Damian is always so closed off. It can't be healthy, can it? Dick wasn't like this… But Tim was fairly closed off… Maybe it's normal? I don't know. I'll go talk to him…
I walked into his room. "Damian, I-." Damian had a tail, glowing red irises, black and red bat wings, long claws, small horns, and sharp fangs. His skin had bright red marks and he seemed to radiate heat. I closed the door behind me and he shrank away, shadows and heat going with him. "Explain?" I asked as I sat on his bed and patted the space next to me.
Damian jumped on the bed and sat, crouched on his back legs, still fairly far away from me as he began to explain. "Grandfather is not known as the Demon Head for nothing. He is a demon, as is my mother. Therefore, I am half-demon. I have the powers and somewhat of the appearance of a demon, but I do not have the same needs as a demon, other than the need to exercise my abilities and the need to be in the dark for at least two hours a day." I nodded. Okay, that explains a lot… I can deal with this.
He didn't seem to take my silence well. "Father, are you upset with me?" He shrunk back from me.
"No, Damian, of course not. I'm angry at myself for making you feel like you had to hide this from me."
"You didn't. I've tried telling people before. They screamed and ran, yelling about the 'fire monster' who had come to them… Father, are we… okay?" I've never seen him so unsure before.
"Of course, Damian. Of course. We should probably tell Dick and Tim though." Damian's eyes widened in fear. "You know they'll accept you. Dick accepts everyone and, even though you two don't get along, Tim would still accept you because you're his brother." Damian nodded his consent and I yelled "Dick, Tim, can you come in here?"
A few seconds later, Dick and Tim come in. When Dick saw Damian, he immediately froze with a look of surprise on his face. I heard a shuffle and turned as Damian tried to make himself smaller, shrinking away from the door. As I was turning my head to look at Dick and Tim again, a blur ran in front of my eyes to tackle Damian in a hug. "I still love you, little D. Why didn't you tell me?!"
Damian gave a small smile before replying "Most people are afraid of me for it. I didn't want to be kicked out."
"We'd never do that!" Dick hugged Damian tighter.
"Tim?" I asked, turning to my middle child who still had to say anything. He was standing in the doorway like nothing had happened.
"How many times have I told you guys he was a demon brat? You guys never believe me." Tim smirked and walked closer to the bed. Wait, he knew?!
"You knew?! How?!" Damian asked, pushing Dick to the side as he sat up.
"Of course I knew. And I felt it." At everyone's blank looks, Tim continued. "I wasn't kidding when I said we were opposites: like fire and ice." So, he's an angel?
"Wait, are you an angel or something?!" Dick asked. "No one tells me anything!"
Tim started laughing and was quickly on the floor from laughing. "No way in hell! I'm an ice demon while demon brat, here, is a half fire demon. God, me, an angel?" He started laughing again. I could see it…
"Who was your demonic parent?" I asked him.
"Both." He immediately answered. "My mother was definitely more powerful though. And Jack Drake wasn't my father: Lucifer was." LUCIFER?!
"Lucifer?!" Damian yelled, jumping to a crouch on the bed. "Your father is the devil himself?"
"Yeah… He taught me half of what I know while my mother taught me the rest." Tim said, blushing. "She's pretty high up on the demon food chain too."
"What is she in charge of?" Damian asked.
"Ninth level." Tim said. Ninth level?
"Torturing the worst of the worst?" Damian asked.
"That's my mom." Tim grinned. She tortures souls and taught him? Just what did she teach him?
"What is your demon form?" Dick asked, sitting up and tilting his head.
"After all of this, that's what you take from that?" I asked.
"It's not his fault that he was born and raised like that. And I wanna see what he really looks like!" Dick bounced on Damian's bed, knocking him over.
Tim reached up and took a black chord necklace with a light blue orb on it. The light blue orb had dark blue symbols on it. Once he had it off, his skin paled then got a light blue tint, his hair got a dark blue tint, black and dark blue bat wings with claws sprouted from his back, claws grew from his fingers, and his eyes turned a brighter blue. Once the transformation was complete, he bent over in a crouch, similar to what Damian had been in before he'd been knocked over. "Well?" Tim asked, turning his piercing gaze to Dick.
"Wow. Two of my little brothers are at least part demon. Wait, Damian said demons have weaknesses. How do you overcome them?"
"I wouldn't say I really overcome them. Its more that I know how to get what I need, and stay away from what I need to avoid, without drawing attention to myself. My office at Wayne Enterprises is dark for a reason. I need to stay in the dark for a fairly long time. I also need to avoid overheating. I drew runes on my arms, that the glamour usually makes invisible, and I try to stay away from intense heat. Also, you know how I disappear sometimes even though you know I'm home?" We all nodded. Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything? "Well, I'm usually in the freezer in the batcave. It gives me a nice, cool spot to relax. Most places make me almost feel like I'm melting."
"It is the opposite with me. I am always cold. That is why I always take hot showers: the heat feels good. It always feels extremely cold to me." Damian said.
"You both should have told me. Tim, we should be able to replace the walls of your room with the same metal that lines the freezer in the batcave so you can keep it as cool as you need to. Damian, we can do the same thing with your room, but you can keep it as hot as you need to." Bruce said.
"Thanks Bruce." Tim said. Damian looked like he was about to say something, but sneezed instead. A huge wave of heat came from him and fire came out of his mouth. He quickly reached under his bed and pulled out a fire extinguisher. Where did he get that from? He quickly sprayed the part of his dresser that had caught on fire then put it back under his bed.
"Tim? Tim?!" Dick yelled. I turned to see Tim, darker blue and sweating, sprawled on the floor. He seemed to be in pain.
"T-too… H-hot…" Tim said, reaching towards where he had dropped the glamour charm. Dick grabbed it and put it around his neck. A few seconds later, human Tim was the one laying on the floor, sweating and with pink skin.
"I'll take him to the freezer downstairs." I said, picking him up and carrying him downstairs. Once we got to the freezer, I carried him in and sat with him. "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah. Better now, but the heat burned me. It hurts a bit, but I'll be okay." Tim said, laying on his back on the floor.
"You're skin looks burned. Will being in here help?" I asked.
"Yeah, it'll help a lot. Do you mind if I take the glamour off and lay on my stomach?" Tim asked.
"Of course not. I don't care." I said, smiling at him and putting my hand on his shoulder. Tim shifted onto his stomach then took the glamour off to reveal his demon form. His wings wilted to the sides since being overheated seemed to weaken him. I reached over and began to massage the part of his back between his wings. Tim sighed with pleasure. Apparently, it felt good. "You can go to sleep if you want. You seem tired."
"M'kay." Tim murmured, falling asleep.
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