As you all know, I have decided to remove the Teen Titans from my story! Ya know? Good riddance actually, I felt like I should center it over Persephone and Damian and how his mother is there in it all too!

Persephone looked up from her lunch tray, debating whether she should tell Damian about the little encounter she had with her mother last night. She decided to wait until they had finished their lunches and were not walking in the halls.

Damian noticed her unusual silence, "What has you so quiet?"

"Hm? Oh, well, uh... Dami... Your mother was at my house last night."

Damian's eyes shot to hers, and she was swallowed in his emerald gaze. "When? Were you hurt?"

Persephone revealed the bruised that covered her neck, hidden by her uniform, thankfully. "Late, after my party."

Damian pulled around the corner, examining her injuries, he frowned. Persephone felt a small shiver run through her from his fingers running over her collar bone.

"I'm sorry," she whispered weakly, looking down.

Damian lifted her head, forcing her to look into his eyes again. The eyes I love so much.

"It is not your fault, so quit apologizing. I was foolish to think she wasn't going to make an appearance. She always does. " He growled the last part, before combing his fingers through her hair. "I promised to protect you, and I don't know if you're safe enough."

Persephone reached forward, her fingers tracing the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "Dami, you're doing fine." she smiled, about to place a peck on his cheek when the hall monitor caught them.

"Ah ah, none of that, why mister Wayne, I expect more from you and Persephone." Miss Amelia scolded the teens.

"But Miss Amelia-" Persephone began sheepishly, before being cut off.

"I think not, Miss Persephone, you know the rules, PDA is to be punished with after-school detention." She waved her finger, giving Damian a detention slip.

Persephone paled, "B-but Miss Amelia, I haven't had detention in years!"

She eyed the two, "Well, I'm sorry to say your record has been broken."

Persephone hyperventilated as she walks away, "Damian, we- She gave us detention?"

"Yes."

"And this doesn't scare you at all?"

"Hardly."

Persephone huffed, "But, well, I had planned on doing something this evening."

"And that is?"

"Well, Tim and I-" Persephone stopped when she saw Damian look for him, it was that look whenever she brought up his brothers.

"Drake?"

"Yes, Dami, Tim and I had plans."

"For what?" Damian spat, turning his nose at the idea of her being with Drake.

"Well, for the company, I told him we could work on something together."

"Why in the world would you ask for Drakes help?"

"Because Dami, he's rather brilliant with computers." She smiled cheekily.

Damian's eye twitched, he stopped her before they parted ways for class, "You do realize I am perfectly capable, correct?"

"Yes, but Tim is too. Bye Dami." She picked his cheek, leaving him annoyed, flushed, and bewildered. I'll never understand her.

After suffering in detention, Damian took her to the manor for dinner. Alfred had pulled out many of the Christmas decorations, leaving boxes strewn about, she had loved this time of year. She threw off her coat, leaving Damian to hang it up, and ran to Alfred's side.

"Oh, Alfred, let me help you with that." She explained happily, and when Alfred had asked her of her day, she began to cajole about happily.

Damian sighed, finding his father watching his brothers decorating the tree.

"Father." Damian nodded to him, while Persephone burst in with a box of ornaments.

Bruce smiled, "Damian." he replied calmly, it was rare to see his father in such a peaceful mood.

Persephone greeted everyone, of course, Dick was the first receiver. "Dick! Oh gosh, it's been forever, I missed you guys." she smiled, as they hugged, she had hardly grown, only reaching his shoulders at fullest height.

"Seph, it's so good to see you too." Dick grinned, ruffling her hair.

She then went to Tim and hugged him too, she was about his height. "Tim, I am so sorry, I got detention and well..."

Dick raised an eyebrow, "Detention? For what?"

"Oh, well-" Tim looked to Damian as he cut her off.

"Miss Amelia gave us a slip for PDA," Damian remarked flatly.

"PDA?" Dick and Tim voiced, surprised at the reason for their tardiness.

Persephone laughed nervously, "More or less, yes. But, it won't happen again!" she waved her hands in the air for emphasis.

"I'm honestly surprised, it sounds like something Dick would do," Tim admitted, Dick shoots him a look, causing him to chuckle.

Persephone stifled a laugh, "Yes, but I am all yours after we decorate?" she gave Tim an innocent smile.

Tim laughed, "Sure, of course, trust me when I say I like decorating too."

Persephone smiled, "Great!"

After hours of getting the large manor decorated, everyone finally sat in the living room, drinking Alfred's hot chocolate. Persephone sighed, looking around she noticed that a certain brother was missing, but then again, he hardly came around anymore.

Persephone looked at Tim, "So, you wanna head down to the Cave and work on the stuff?"

Tim nodded, licking the remnants of chocolate off his lips. "Sure, let's go."

Damian stared Tim down as he got up, and Tim sighed, he knew that look. "Seph, maybe you should have Damian help you? He's okay with computers."

Persephone frowned, "No, you're just fine. Actually, you're perfectly fine. Damian needs to remember I'm not his to own."

"But your his girlfriend."

"Yeah, but you're important to me too."

Tim smiled, but Damian continued to glower. Persephone narrowed her eyes, "Damian, I am not doing this right now."

Damian looked to her, Dick rather intrigued he hadn't said anything yet. "Persephone, I really-"

"Don't wanna hear it."

"Persephone I-"

"Love me? Why thank you, so, I will be going with Tim now." She smiled, only further annoying Damian.

"Persephone do not test me I am-"

She cut him off once more, "Going to be a nice person and let me live my life? Why Damian, how sweet, I'll be in the cave if you need me." she called over her shoulder, walking away with Tim.

Dick waited till they left before bursting out in tears of laughter. "That was golden."

Damian sneered, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "-tt-"

Tim chuckled, "You handle him like no one else to know that?"

"I do." She smiled coyly, before breaking into a grin. "The key is getting past the anger."

"He usually bites peoples heads off before we can get to it. But with you, he seems to have patience and peace."

"He does, doesn't he? I've seen it, but he's not as angry." She admitted as the sat down at the desk, scooting her chair closer to Tim's.

"Yep, so, let's get to it!" he smiled, and she nodded.

After hours of working, the caffeine wore off leaving the two in a huddled pile over papers, asleep. Dick came down to offer more caffeine when he found the two, of course, like the loving brother he was, he took pictures, and left them alone to rest. And Tim was no pretty sleepy, so he eventually woke up, rubbing his eyes, downing whatever was left in- Was this Persephone's mug?- And continued on their project. Persephone, of course, was still sleeping like a madwoman, half on the desk, half leaning on Tim, she found more comfort in sleeping like this.

And around 1 am she woke up, only to find Tim still running off of caffeine.

She yawned, wiping the small dribble of drool off her face, Tim greeted her, his eyes still glued to the screen. "Good morning."

"Morning, Tim." she yawned again, leaning on him, still exhausted and still wondering how he could keep going like this.

"Tim, it's really late- Er, early. You need to sleep."

Tim shrugged, "I do it a lot."

Persephone grew serious, though her face still soft, "Tim, I'm serious now."

"I am fine, Seph."

"Tim."

"I'm almost finished, I swear."

"Timothy Jackson Drake." She said firmly, pulling his attention away from the screen

Why did I tell her my full name again? She always looked cute when she was trying to be angry, all the Wayne brothers agreed on this.

"Come on, we can finish this tomorrow." She pulled him out of his seat and dragged him out of the cave and to the couch.

Tim yawned as he was being tucked in, "Just so you know, I'm the older one, I should be telling you what to do."

"Just so you know, you're basically like my older techy brother figure, and you need sleep for your brain to properly function." She smiled sleepily, giving a lazy hug, before leaving him, only to wander to Damian room.

Persephone poked her head through the door, he seemed to be sleeping... She went over to the bed and smiled down at him. He looks so peaceful, she reached out to stroke his face, when he grabbed her hand.

"What took you so long?"

Persephone jumped, "Damian?" she whispered, not wanting to awaken anyone in the manor.

"Yes?" he replied flatly, letting go of her hand.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were waiting for me," she said, climbing beside him, and huddling close to him.

Damien wrapped an arm over her, "Why wouldn't I? You were with Drake." he said, nearly spitting the last word.

"Dami, Tim is fine. He's so sweet and funny, and smart, and kind."

Damian scowled, "Oh really?"

"Yes, and you're you."

"How wonderful."

"I'm serious Dami, I love your brothers to pieces, but I love you more," she said softly, leaning her head on his chest.

Damian softened, placing a firm kiss on top of her head, "I do as well."

"Do what?"

"Love you," he replied, he had gotten slightly used to saying it more often.

Persephone yawned, her tired eyes closing against her will, she mumbled softly. "G'night Dami..."

Damian sighed, watching her sleep while thinking of what his mother had threatened. Of taking her away. Using her. Hurting her. Why did Persephone have to be dragged into the crossfire of his terrible family drama? It's life, apparently, Damian could almost hear his mother uttering those first two words. Though in all honesty, Damian never really thought he was going to find someone like Persephone. She was different. His everything, really, his first friend, and first love. Possibly his only love. And now she was in danger? From his own mother? Do you see where the problems begin? And he certainly didn't know when they would end, he could only hope they would. Damian snorted, I used to think the hope was for the weak. Now here he was, hoping his mother would end her sickening games. And all these things ran through his mind as he slept, actually, his every waking moment he was thinking these things. But he could only hope one day, he wouldn't have too.