Love and friendship

This one is kind of a draft for one of the scenes in my bigger story that I'm working on. I might not use it at all but I'm just putting it up because, you know, it's just there.

it also mentions my OC Louise so if you see her name just go with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that belong to DC comics.

It had started to rain when they had returned from their patrol. Other heroes had already retreated to their side of the abandoned hotel, leaving the two teens to make their way up to the top floor. Damian had Irey in his arms. Impulse had a gash on her cheek, that still hadn't healed, from lack of food and a slowing metabolism. Her breathing was rugged and felt against the exposed skin of his neck, a reasurance that he hadn't lost her.

He turned sideways to get into the room, minding Irey's limbs as he did so. The redhead opened her eyes and stared at her rescuer. The cut on her cheek stung and her arms and legs felt like led as he layed her down on the bed, removing her boots and tossing them off to the side, followed by his own. Their gloves were placed on the bedside table and the lamp was switched on, showing the extent of Irey's injuries.

Damian made a harsh sound, directed at the person no, - monster that did this to her.

Zoom had somehow managed to find their last hideout and Irey had been seperated during the fray. Two of the rogues, Axel and Louise had seen Irey trapped under some rubble and called Damian for help, since he wasn't blocked by debris. He dug a spluttering Irey out and carried her away from the scene and it was then, Milagro had spotted the abandon Hotel, large enough to house all of the heroes that were already found and if found, the ones that were still missing.

He brushed her bangs away from her head, still dusted with plaster and dirt. A bath, was the first thought that came to mind, rude as it may seem, it would help get her clean and relaxed enough for sleep, not tense like she was now.

Damian stood up, smiling at her for reasurance before heading to the bathroom and filling the bathtub. Once it was filled and hot enough, he brought her through helping her undress and into the water. She hissed at the heat and curled up at the back near the shower, blood from her cuts and grazes turning the water a dull copper in small patches. Irey covered herself as best she could, turning red as her hair as his eyes looked for more damage. She felt so vunerable in his eyes, so exposed and literally naked. She felt his hand on her back with a sponge to clean her and she flinched at the contact.

" shhh, Irey. I won't hurt you."

I won't hurt you. She let his words replay like a mantra and very slowly, losened up, relaxing back against the side of the tub, letting him wash her hair. He then pulled the plug, letting the water drain away.

Damian grabbed a towel quickly and wrapped her up in it, lifting her up and out. Irey shivered as she moved back towards the bed. Damian plugged in the hair dryer and Irey shook her head, tugging the towel tighter and shifting into the bed. Damian returned to the bathroom, turning on the shower for himself.

Damian watched as Irey slept. She looked so beautiful when she slept. He brushed her cheek gently and kissed her forehead, hearing her take a deep breath before resuming her normal breathing pattern.

Before they had found the other heroes it had just been Irey and himself, running around Gotham and central city. He'd protected her well enough on his own, but that was out of friendship...now, it was out of love. He could admit he loved her to himself, but not to her. Never to her.

There was an aching pain that told him it was his last chance to tell her. To finally kiss her lips, to hold her, to make love to her. To care for her in anyway he could. Then there was the fear of rejection. The fear of her not feeling the same about him. So he kept his mouth shut and his walls were built around him and then were broken down brick by brick, just by her smile.

Irey shifted against him, snuggling into his chest and Damian tensed until a sleepy smile crept across her pale face.

" Go to sleep, Dami." She mumbled.

The young bat smiled and before he could stop himself he pressed his lips to her ear, " of coarse, my love."

Thankfully, Irey had fallen into unconsciousness and didn't hear him. Or if she did she didn't let on.

hehe, This might make more sence when I write the actual story.

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