Couple (not much couple fluff, but bare with me)

Eight year old Celeste Roth-Wayne's head shot up at the sound of a knock at the door. She knew she wasn't supposed to answer the door when her parents weren't home, but her mother was out and her father was busy working in his office. What if it was important? Making up her mind, she got up and opened it.

There in front of her stood a woman with bright blue eyes and long black hair with a shock of white on the side. She was dressed in a red leather jacket and black leggings and Celeste could see a motorcycle out of the corner of her eye.

She was nothing less of beautiful. She smiled down at the girl. "Hey there," she greeted kindly. "Is this where Damian Wayne lives?"

Celeste blinked up at her. "... who are you?"

The woman wasn't deterred by her suspicious tone, just kept the smile on her face. "I'm a friend of his," she revealed. "Are you his daughter?"

Celeste knew she shouldn't give information to anyone her parents haven't deemed alright, but something about this woman was familiar. "Yeah..." If this woman wanted to hurt her, she would have done it already. "Are you looking for him?"

The woman nodded at her. "Is he here? I'd really like to talk to him."

The eight year old turned her head and yelled into the house. "DAD, YOU HAVE COMPANY!"

Her father came into view, an annoyed expression on his face. "Celeste Arella Roth-Wayne, what have we told you about-?" He stopped short when he saw the woman. "'Akht?"

She grinned at him in return. "Adelfós."

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Celeste, to the girl's dismay, had been sent to her room so that her father and the woman - who was apparently her aunt and shared her name - could catch up. Damian and Celeste (the original) sat in the living room in silence, neither knowing how to start a conversation.

Celeste looked at him, pursing her lips. "So..."

"How long have you been back?" Damian asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.

Celeste rolled her eyes. "You haven't changed, I see." She glanced up the stairs to where her niece had gone. "Real cute kid you got there, bro."

"You're dodging the question, Celeste," stated Damian, glaring slightly. "How are you here? You died."

Celeste shook her head, resting her feet on his table. "Hera, I feel bad for the girl who got stuck marrying your sorry ass."

He squinted at her. "You didn't just come back," he realized suddenly, standing up.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Damian felt his ire rise with her obvious lies. "You've been back for years!" he hissed, raising his voice.

Celeste put a finger to her lips. "Don't shout, the kid's right upstairs," she warned, pointing upwards. "Besides, you're only lashing out like this because you're guilty."

Damian's nostrils flared. "I'm not-"

"Yes you are." 

"Brat."

"Asshole."

"Does someone care to explain what's going on in here?"

Both Wayne's turned to see Raven standing there, her hands on her hips. "Beloved," breathed Damian in relief, approaching her. If anyone could handle his sister, it was her.

Celeste observed the woman before nodding in satisfaction. "That explains it."

Damian glared at her. "Explains what?"

She smirked. "Why your kid's so cute. No way she got that from you."

He scowled at her. "You're such a-"

Raven raised a hand. "Enough, Damian," she scolded. He immediately stopped talking.

Celeste watched the exchange and burst into a fit of giggles. "Oh man, you're whipped!" She calmed herself down before adding, "I guess that's what you'd expect from the daughter of Trigon."

Raven raised and eyebrow. "How did you-?"

Celeste gestured to her brother. "I'm sure he's told you that Hades in my grandfather? It's my job to know these things."

Raven nodded in acceptance; Trigon and Hades had been "business partners" of sorts. "Well, okay then. Do you have a place to stay?"

Damian went rigid. "Beloved-" he tried.

"Hush, Damian. Do you?"

Celeste grinned. "I wouldn't want to impose," she declined. "Besides, I've got a place on the other side of town. Thanks for the offer, though." She glanced towards the stairs and smiled fondly. "Beautiful girl you've both got."

Raven, in a moment of rarity, smiled as well. "Thank you. She's my pride and joy." She gestured towards her husband. "Damian insisted we name her after you."

"I did not."

"Where did the name come from, then?"

"Whatever."

Celeste chuckled and stood up. "Well, I guess I'll see you two later then." She waved and walked out of the house.

As soon as she was gone, Damian groaned. "She's as infuriating as she was back then," he complained.

"Not as bad as you, dear."

"Beloved," whined Damian.

Raven crossed her arms. "Be nice to your sister," she demanded. "Poor kid's been through hell. You need to be supportive."

"I'm trying, Beloved! She's being difficult."

"Maybe because she's been without her brother for ten years."

"But she could have been with me!" Damian pointed out. "She's been alive for at least seven years from what I could tell. I don't understand why she won't let me in."

His wife glared at him. "Maybe she was afraid you'd react like this."

Damian slumped into his chair. "Point taken," he grumbled.

"Daddy?" The couple turned to see their daughter standing there. "That woman, she was my aunt, right?"

"Yes."

"Where has she been?"

"Places."

Celeste put her hands on her hips. "You're dodging the question."

Damian sighed and placed his daughter on his lap. "She's just been... lost for a while," he tried to explain. "But she's back now."

Celeste pursed her lips. "We have the same name."

"You do."

"I need a nickname," she decided. "So that no one gets confused."

"How about Cece?" suggested Raven. "It's close to your real name."

The girl grinned up at her. "I like it!" she announced. "Thanks, Mommy!"

Raven chuckled and picked her up. "I think it's someone's bedtime," she declared, seeing her daughter yawn.

"But Mommy-!" protested Cece.

"No buts, Celeste." The woman smiled at her husband before carrying their daughter off to bed. Damian watched them go with a fond smile on his face. He was forever grateful for the family he had been blessed with.

Still, he couldn't help but think about his little sister. She was so much older, practically a fully grown woman. But she had waited to approach them. Why?  Was she in danger? Did she just not want to see him?

Why couldn't she just talk to him? She was acting like - he shuddered - Todd. That was the last thing he wanted for her.

Sighing, he tried to be thoughts of his sister away as he joined his wife and daughter upstairs. He could worry about Celeste later, right now he had a family to tend to.

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'Akht: Sister (Arabic)
Adelfós: Brother (Greek)