soon. By grappling-line." He tells her. Y/N and I both blushed deeply; he is so incredibly handsome and... soft, when he smiles. The tone of voice he takes with her is sweet. I hear the same tone when he tells me that I can fall asleep on the car ride back to the Manor.

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"I effing knew it!" Jason yelled. He tosses the newspaper wildly, and Damian managed to catch it before it strikes the face of a post-sleepover Y/N. I shouldered her lightly when she started to drool against me, and she quickly snapped out of it and apologized blearily. Meanwhile, Damian scanned the pages of the newspaper, agitated with Jason's entrance and probably overall presence.

"I knew it!" Jason said again, more defiantly than last time. He points between the three of you, grinning,"I knew it." He repeats again.

"Congrats." Y/N said, the sarcasm that sleep often gave her leaking through."You know something. Mind telling us what?"

Damian huffs, flashing the cover of the newspaper at the both of us. Who even reads newspapers anymore? I thought at first, but then I saw the headline and stress releases its grip on me. For the longest time, I'd wanted our relationship out in the open. My family knew about it and supported us (Kara had even mentioned that, on Krypton, it was common to have more than just two people in a relationship). Damian's family sort-of new, as in it was out there but nobody really talked much about it or showed blatant dislike (Jason was one of the few who wasn't around enough to know), but... Y/N...

Y/N's parents had no idea. Her mom sort of likes me, but both her parents hated Damian with a passion. Y/N was lucky enough to live with her grandmother, who often talked sense into her parents when they were being ridiculous, which was the only reason Y/N was allowed to hang out with us at all. If her parents found out about how she was cuddled between us last night Y/N would be dead, or miserable for the rest of her life. So I kept my mouth shut. At least the Bat and Superfamilies knew.

THREE CHEERS FOR DAMIAN WAYNE AND CO.

Jon could at least appreciate the pun in the title, but the cruddy photos of Y/N kissing Damian's cheek, Y/N kissing me, and then Damian kissing me were all terrible. I was going to start reading what the article (written by Vicki Vale, no less) detailed, but Damian promptly tosses it when the legs of Y/N's chair screech. I get up just as he does, and the two of us watch as Y/N's lip wobbles. Her parents will not be as kind or open-minded as Damian's and mine.

Softly, are hear her voice crack and tremor. She tries to subdue the cries when the start to climb her throat. Y/N crosses her arms over her chest and then she whimpers,"...My parents..." She looked like she had a bitter taste in her mouth when she turned her head away. A tear slips down her cheek and I wonder who hates her enough to always make her suffer. Why can't I be the one crying for once? Why must it always be her?

I take off my glasses and settle them beside my plate, watching Damian cup her shoulders and shake his head, evenly staring into her eyes."I'm sure that your grandmother will understand." He tries to reassure, but then a full-blown sob burst from her throat and she wraps her arms around him. They are so strong she has to bite her lip to muffle them, but even that doesn't work and she ends up weeping into Damian's neck, tears wetting his shirt, shoulders shaking with pain. Her hands latch onto the back of his pajamas and grip the fabric as hard as possible, even if the relief it gives her is little.

"She will, Y/N, trust us." I comb back her hair, suddenly feeling the most amount of hate I think I'll ever feel in my life. I turn away from her and cover my eyes; where is this coming from? My dad had always said that my powers were tied to my emotions, and I can feel the stinging sensation of my heat vision tease my pupils, but why must they be knotted so closely now? And why can't the world just understand? Why does she always have to be the suffering variable?

"Look at me." Damian commands sternly. When the stinging fades from my eyes and the red energy no longer glows within them, I turn around to gaze at the two people I love more than anything. Damian is cupping Y/N's face, expression set as determined as I have ever seen. Damian wipes another tear from her cheek,"They are your parents. They love you." Damian said,"And if they truly do then they will try to learn, to understand."

Y/N, not as inspired by Damian's words as he would hope, shakes her head. I can tell she feels pathetic and weak, in the way that crying makes anyone feel. She chokes on her words when she tries to speak, glancing between Damian and I as I resume rubbing her back.

"...They're not gonna let me see you ever again." She wept hopelessly.