I am proud to announce the return of the Bride of the Demon series!! Here is a promo/teaser for the newest book. I am working on this new book and uploading/editing the books onto ao3. It is not complete yet but I wanted to show everyone that it is being written and will eventually be on ao3! So may I happily present:

Husband of the Demon

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Damian Wayne al Ghul has had a lot of realizations in his lifetime. How evil his grandfather truly was; how he was uncertain if he wanted to take on the cowl after Grayson retired; the Titans becoming some of the closest people in his life. All prime examples of how his life has been in a constant flux of change. There is one thing Damian never fully understood until he answered his comms: how much he didn't want to be alone again. 

So when he picked up the call from Grayson, Damian felt his stomach drop when he heard what had happened to her. Current task forgotten, Robin bolted to the hospital that was across Gotham City his brother named. He would have to be let in through the back exit as he was still clad in his hero costume. The news would have a field day if Robin was frantic in a small hospital waiting room. 

Dick Grayson, now in his civilian outfit - "civies" is what Garfield once dubbed it - along with lines of worry on his forehead, drawing attention to the wrinkles beginning to form at the crease of his eyes, opened the door and Robin moved past him. He was led to a private waiting room. Perks of money. 

"She's in surgery right now, I called Oliver and Felicity so they should be here within the hour," Grayson debriefed him."The doctors wouldn't tell me anything since I'm not on her emergency contact information or next of kin. Are you on the list?" 

Damian didn't bother answering, opting for scanning for any security cameras. Of course he was on the damned list, he's her partner. The term 'boyfriend' seemed too childish. They were beyond that. He ripped off his mask and threw it on one of the hideous chairs, along with the rest of his costume. Thankfully Grayson had a spare outfit out on the cheap table. 

"How long has she been in the operating room?" 

The older man sighed and ran his hand through his sweat hair (courtesy of nerves and the shitty air conditioning unit). He shook his head in thought, "40 minutes give or take, I called you as soon as they took her out of the ER." 

That made Damian pause, "40 minutes? I haven't gotten any calls from this hospital regarding her." 

"But you're her emergency contact?" Grayson looked at his younger brother and waited for any theories as to why he wasn't contacted. "Damian?" 

A feeling made its way up through Damian and into his chest. Something was wrong, none of this made sense. Damian's sharp green eyes pierced their way into Grayson's. 

"Tell me everything that happened before Y/n was shot."