AN: Swears and Sexual situations ahead! You've been warned.

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Richard hardly said goodbye as he loaded up Titus and himself in the Batmobile, finding it highly unlikely that the demon spawn and the real demon weren't going to cause more harm than good- regardless of all the plain old facts that they had actually made a great team. Though fierce and often harming their captives, none were critical and none were a signature Damien overreaction. At least, for that, he was thankful. However, when he saw the deep impressions of claws and teeth on the natural earth he felt disgusted. He remembered finding blood and teeth marks in victims and suddenly, he slammed on the breaks, making Titus stumble in his passenger seat and growl loudly.

"She's bitten them!" he nearly howled in response, brain racing to connect the dots. Was she making an army? Were there more fights and "werewolf" sightings whilst she was indisposed in the manor? Was she fooling them all into this false sense of security? And his heart was pounding, eyes glaring so tightly they hardly saw the road before him. With grinding teeth Richard set the vehicle back into drive and was literally startled by Titus pawing at his tense and trembling arms. The giant dogs cocked head and softest whine relaxed him, letting his mind wander further, letting him plan his actions and ways to take the demon away from his brother. He went to stroke the dogs large ears before shaking his own head just slightly and barreling into the night of Gotham.

"Diana," Bruce's voice was tight, nearly growling in his throat as he spoke to Wonder Woman through his near limitless computer.

"She's from an old race, Batman," and the goddess' voice was thin, clipped, letting him know how serious she was. "The earliest traces of Demons come from all ancient histories. Some are called gods; some angels." her voice rattled with a tired sigh. "I think you're doing the right thing. This is dangerous, this Earth is, so far, free from such otherworldly degenerates. If she's hiding here you know that means someone is looking for her? Someone, like the attacks you received, is following her?"

"I know, Diana," and Bruce hunched forward, rubbing his eyes fiercely, the vivid and recent memories of the demonic blood still able to flood his skin with goosebumps. It was sheer, relentless power- he had felt nothing like it before and would appreciate it if he never did again, but that sensation, that unfathomable sensation? It was like all of his senses were amplified, animalistic and so acutely defined that even thinking about it now seemed past his comprehension. The way things smelled- the spring weather, the flowers blooming, the grass poking through? It was to die for. The touch and taste of Selina's skin? It was something he had no idea he could adore any deeper, but he had and it intensified each and every time. Even his cheap coffee felt amazing to drink, the bizarre buzz the caffeine had on his system remembered even after all the years of consumption and the hyperactivity bred in his blood was a constant hum he thoroughly enjoyed.

"You're doing the right thing, Bruce."

"I don't know,"

"That's the point," Diana's voice was tense, frustrated again and he could almost hear the slightest hint of fear. He realized she wasn't telling him something.

"When will you be here?"

"Dawn." and the communication went dead.

"What happened to you?" Damian asked upon entering Remmy's old apartment.

De ja vu.

"Nothing," and her smile disarmed him. The feature pulled at the corners of her eyes and he found dimples across her cheeks and instantly, Damian couldn't have helped it even if he cared to, had to smile in return. He entered the foyer, eyes hurriedly narrowing as he realized all the lights were out and only candles lit the studio apartment.

"Did they shut your electricity off? I swear I-" his mouth was silenced as Remmy slammed his back into the door, shutting it affectively.

"Shut up." she whispered into his smiling mouth, ripping at his cape, struggling desperately with his Kevlar shirt, giving up and figuring out releasing his utility belt, frustration making her hands runs back into his hair, pulling tightly to crush their mouths even harder together. Their breathing was labored, loud as they grasped at each others clothes, too hurried and too caught up in each others mouths to really care or undress one another as they went on exploring every inch of each others mouths.

Somehow they had made it to the small Futon in the middle of the bed, in the middle of all of the candles and as Damian pulled off his shirt, left only in his underwear and mask, he laid back and noticed something else.
"Why are there flowers on your bed,"

Remmy grinned, leaning forward to rip off his mask, wanting to see his lusting blue eyes.

"Because I'm going to take your virginity." she grinned, the smile only growing wider as Damian's shocked expression only took milliseconds to erupt.

"I'm-I'm not-what the fuck did Richard tell you?!" he snapped, standing quickly only to find himself pulled back by a force he didn't know Remmy had in her arms. She was straddling him, the mixture of her body wash and the roses making his senses foggy and his consciousness heady.

"Than who have you been with? Supergirl?" and she crushed her lips to his as she was intoxicated by the flaming red blush that was across his face at the mere mention. "Is that a yes?" she asked into his lips, biting them in between each word.

"N-No." and he was shaking just slightly under her, his hands gently, slowly, crawling under her shirt and stroking her side. He started at her shoulders or right before her armpits and didn't stop until he circled both butt cheeks and started all over.

"Than who?" she pulled only slightly back to catch his gaze, but they were off somewhere else, somewhere secret. "Who, Damian." she demanded from him, sitting back up on his midsection and ridding herself of her shirt and bra. He stared up at her, his hands instantly going to grasp her breasts, he cupped them gently, as if they were precious and fragile.

"You?" and his question was so full of anxiety and need that it could have been Remmy's undoing all together. She smiled so kindly down to him, finally keeping his blue eyes on her brazen ones, his thumbs circling her nipples and his boxers were growing tight beneath her weight.

"Do you want it to be?" and her whisper fell back onto his ears and he answered with a slight shift in his hips.

"Yes." he spoke to her like they did that first night, a night that felt like a life time ago and was hardly a week back, as if they were still under all the covers, as if he still needed to nurse her back to health and safety. They spoke like they were the only ones left in the world.

She slowly, reluctantly pulled off his body, pushing him further onto the bed. The sheets smelled sweet, the mixture of the clean linen and rose petals and her hair and her body wash was like a tea he never heard of, never smelled or tasted before, but he couldn't get enough of it now. He sat up, propped by the arrangement of pillows and watched as she pulled her jeans off, crawling in beside him, topless with striped underwear that reminded him of gothic artists through out the city. He looked at her body, hands finding her side once more as she lay beside him, face to face, her legs curling into his as he scooted closer, and he was tracing scars like he had every night, every day since he saw them. They never ended, he couldn't count them, but he could try. He touched every one he could, every connected piece and discolored chunk of skin; he loved them- it was that simple.

"you're beautiful," he whispered, eyes finding hers. And he was heartbroken at the small, sad smile she returned him, "You are," he demanded she knew, gripping her chin between his finger and thumb, pulling her eyes to stare into his.

"What's wrong?" he barked, suddenly infuriated by the idea that she couldn't accept that he found her so beautiful, sitting up, making her sit up and face him. "What?" he shook her tattooed shoulders.

"Damian," she shrugged out of his forceful grip, peach lips set into a thin line, "You don't know all the ugly parts of me. It goes so much further than skin deep," she scoffed, gesturing towards her mutilated body.

"Tell me!"He went to grab her face again, but she pulled away from him, standing now, at the foot of the bed, the flickering of the candles around them making her seem ethereal as all the scars, the tattoos, the strangely colored eyes danced in his vision. "Tell me why your blood heals wounds, tell me why you're a demon, tell me why you have two toned eyes!" he sat there, his voice needing though petulant as he yelled at her, staring her down as she stood unaffected in the shaky shadows. "Tell me how old you are, what you're running from! Are you a Queen? Who have you killed? How did you survive? What's your surname?!" his breathing was panicky and his voice was starting to bellow. "Tell me what your scars are from!? Tell me everything!" he started to inch towards her just like he had the night she transformed in front of him. The night they thought was enough, the night that sealed them together like this in an insane twist of time.

"There are some things you will never understand, Damian!" she snapped, her body stock sill in the glowing candlelight. "Things this world, this universe cannot and will not understand. I am a demon, we don't play by your rules. They don't exist; rely on your science all you want, you will never find your answers- only and ever only more burning questions." She rallied, pouncing on him and kissing him so hard she could bruise their lips. "Damian, you could be the greatest detective, but it isn't shit, babe." And her accent had flooded her words, her voice rattling in his heart and brain. He could practically taste her in that sound and knew now more than any minute before and any minute yet to come, he wanted-no! needed her, more than he could ever say. Not in any tongue he spoke or even from her so Desired one. Damian was crushing her body between him and the soft mattress, biting her lower lip with pained hunger. He ha denied her too long and it was a carnal snap of his senses that overwhelmed them, his hand gliding to her side, reaching the curve of her butt and aggressively massaging it. His throat rumbled with a guttural noise of pleasure and heady frustration.

"Stop asking me things you don't want to know," she spoke, biting hard into his neck.

"Don't think I'll ever stop," he growled back, ripping her panties off and rolling his own down. His finger found her lower stomach, slowly following the spiral tattoos until they found her wet sex and he devoured her mouth into his has his fingers entered her.

Only moments later and Remmy was on top of him, leaning over his shivery, heavy breathing chest as she stared down into his blue eyes. She took control of him, rubbing him against her sex and smiling endlessly as she watched when his baby blues rolled into the back of his head, his back arching as his hips automatically tried to pump into her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his eyes focusing on her body on top of him, his fantasies literally coming true as Remmy was intimately naked with him. It struck him, momentarily, that he had never really felt like a sensual, important time would reveal itself that he'd lose his virginity. Frankly, he had hoped it would have occurred some night when he would attend college to take over the Wayne company, but this? This was what he's been waiting for. And she made it important, made sure it was something memorable. He smiled gently at the thoughtfulness she had for him, wanting to share this moment with him.

Fucking roses, he smiled, returning her fevered kisses as she was on him in a slow, solid movement, taking his full length into her and riding on top of him. His body writhed beneath her, a loud shocked sigh escaping his lips as the pleasure erupted through his body. Soft, slow strokes made waves crash through his system as he stared up at her, his hands gripping her tattooed hips and his own moving into her, circling as slowly as he could. She smiled devilishly down at him after his eyes finally settled on her and to his shock and awe, she picked up the pace and he was incapable of stopping himself unravel inside of her in mere momentary soft strokes. Her smile only broadened as his shaking body stalled beneath her and she kissed him gently before laying beside him, staring up at his flushed face and the long lashes of his closed eyes as he wrapped her protectively in his arms.

"I'm going to count your scars every morning and every night," his tired voice startled her as badly as his soft touch, his calloused thumb running so gently over the four new scars across her throat.

"I don't know about this,Wonder Woman," Bruce growled beneath his cowl towards the woman. She was nonplussed as she looked back towards him, her small army of amazons enclosing them. They had followed the trails of the blood and some of Diana's women were exceptional trackers of the supernatural, finding distinct trails to Remmy's old apartment.

"Don't worry, old friend," she laughed as they descended upon the den of demons.