deмon and aѕѕaѕѕιn | daмιrae oneѕнoтѕ

Fighting

Jaime, Garfield and Dick sat on the couch, in the common room, watching a marathon of Danny Phantom...even they were way to old for that.

They were really invested in an episode, until they heard shouting from down the hallway.

“Ugh. There go Raven and Damian, at each other's throats again,” groaned Garfield, slouching on the couch.

“Again?” asked Dick, looking at the others with an eyebrow up. He had no idea that his brother was having relationship problems with his girlfriend.

“Yeah. For the past week, around this time off the day, the two of them start arguing about something. We don't know what it is, but it always ends in something banging against the wall, and more shouting,” Jaime sighed, looking at Dick with a worried face.

Dick knew Damian enjoyed punching walls, when he was angry, so he knew that the fights must have been serious.

He was about to say something, but was cut off by more shouting.

“Nah guys. Let's go check this out. If it gets too serious, then we can stop them from hurting each other,” Dick said, standing up, and walking down the hallway, to Damian's room. Garfield and Jaime cautiously followed behind him.

They all peeked through a gap in Damian's door, and their eyes widened at the sight.

There, on the bed, sat Raven, on top of Damian's lap, with a grin on her face, as Damian looked up at her.

“I love you more!” she shouted at him, with a chuckle at the end.

“No! I love you more!” he shouted back, smacking her butt, making Jaime quietly choke on his spit.

“Why do they even need to shout it out that loud?” Dick whispers to himself, disturbed.

“No! I love you more!” Raven shouted, before cutting Damian's reply off with a kiss.

Damian groaned, and kissed his girlfriend back, gently falling backwards, making her lay on top of him.

He kissed his girlfriend hard, as started unbuttoning his shirt, which was on her by the way, off her body.

And that was when the three musketeers decided it was time to go.

“What the fuck did I just watch?” Garfield asked, with wide eyes, as him and the others made they're way back to the common room.

“... I don't even know myself,” Dick replied, with the same traumatized look on his face.

“At least we know what they were fighting about,” Jaime said, running a hand through his hair, in shock.

And the rest of the afternoon, all they could hear, was banging against the wall, and screaming.