Requested by mrcatto "jealous Damian/Mar'i"
(i did both.)

Mar'i.

Mar'i was not the type to get jealous easily. Other than that, she hated feeling envious of people, it made her think of herself as ungrateful for the many great things in her life.

But she could not shake the feeling off when she arrived at home that night. It was an especially cold and dark friday. She may be only half Tamaranean but she still needed the sun to recharge. She felt exhausted after a long day at the University.

When she slid the door open, she wasn't as excited to be alone in her apartment as she thought she would be. She settled on distracting her mind with homework and some nice cup of coffee. But it's been fifteen minutes and she's only written two words in her essay.

She grunted into her pillow. Work did not help clear her head.

She stared out the window of her bedroom, the curtains were drawn but she could still see the buildings across from the small gap she left. The view was not the most spectacular, she was living in a budget afterall. But the reason why she picked it is because, during the night, she could see the figures of Gotham's very own heroes swinging into the night and protecting their people.

She considered it lucky to spot them awake. She checked her clock and it greeted her with big bold numbers; 2:26 am, it read.

She sighed, burying her face into her pillow further more. "You're being dramatic Mar'iander." she muttered.

She stirred, tossing herself over until she was face to face with the ceiling. It was childish how she still had glow in the dark stars in her ceiling, she thought. She counted them one by one. "Are we even really--?" she frowned, the clog in her throat grew. Was it a sob or a scream? Either way, she didn't want to find out.

"Why are you still awake?" she fell off her bed in surprise, hitting her head in the bed-side-table in her pathetic fall. Damian flinched at the loud thump. She sat up almost immediately and he shook his head. "Are you hurt?" he asked, eyebrows knitted.

"How did you get in here?" she ignored his question.

He smiled and crossed his arms. "Do you not want to see me?" he asked, although jokingly, she took it seriously.

"T-that's not what I meant... I mean... Don't you have patrolling to do?" as if to save the remainder of her dignity, she gently picked herself off the floor and sat back down on her bed.

He sat beside her. Quietly, like he always is.

"I'm done for tonight." he explained, removing his domino mask.

There was a space between them. Close enough to explain how comfortable they have been with each other, but far enough to make Mar'i's stomach twist. The clog grew even more.

"You left without telling me." he said after a moment of silence. She snapped her head towards him, but his gaze fell outside of her window. "I thought you wanted to have lunch together."

To be honest, the more Mar'i got to know Damian, the more she knew how bad he concealed his feelings. He wasn't like her dad, or Tim, or even Bruce. The more she listened and observed him, the more she could read just what he was feeling like an open book.

He was hurt, and now she felt guilty.

"Damian... I didn't mean to..." she bit her lip. "I got sick, and forgot to tell you." that was a lie.

And the look he gave her read that he knew she was lying. "If you don't want to see me anymore then just tell me." his tone bit with the growing anger in his chest.

"What?" she asked in disbelief. He didn't answer, only stared. "That's not what I want!" she said. And as the clog grew bigger, she found out that it was sob afterall. "If anything, I want to keep seeing you everyday! And I hate myself for thinking that I want you all for myself because I don't even know what we are!" the tears burned as she sobbed.

"What do you mean... you don't know what we are?" he asked quietly.

She stared at the floor, using the back of her hands to wipe away the tears. "We never talked about it, Damian." she whispered.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. "So we engage in physical affection... but you don't know what we are?" he asked gently, not wanting to upset her furthermore.

She snapped her glare at him and a bead of sweat formed on his cheek. "You flirt with that woman in your office what am I suppose to think what we are?!?" she yelled and slumped in her seat to avoid his surprised look.

"W-what?" he asked incredulously. "Is this what this is all about?" she didn't reply and only stared at the wall with her arms crossed. He pursed his lips.

"She was a client, Mar'i." he explained calmly. "Why do you even worry if you are confused what we are?"

"That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" he asked, cautiously watching his tone.

She raked her hands in her hair. She was frustrated, and she doesn't even know what she wants. The clog, the tightening in her stomach, the loud buzzing in her head was exactly the reason why she hated feeling jealous.

"Mar'i..." she turned her head slightly, and with a huff, Damian gently pressed his lips against hers.

Soft and sweet, she noted. It was easy to melt under him, he was always so gentle and caring around her. A side of Damian no one gets to see, except for her. She closed her eyes, succumbing to his touch like they were the only people in the world.

"You can be petty sometimes, you know that?" he whispered once he pulled away from her. He was still close enough that their nose touch.

"I'm sorry..." she breathed out. "I shouldn't have left without telling you..."

He straight up, gently sliding his hand from the side of her neck to her cheek. Even under his glove, he could feel the heat radiating from her.

"I mean, I don't own you. You're allowed to talk to anyone you want and--"

"Go out with me."

She fell silent. "W-what?"

He cleared his throat. "Mar'i," he took her hands into his, before meeting her gaze again. "I would like for you to accompany me to dinner tomrrow night. As my girlfriend." she was still, wide eyed and lips parted, but she was still. That was enough to send him to the edge of his seat.

She breathed out gently. The clog was gone.

"Yes."

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I'm so sorry if there are errors, I wrote this in 10 minutes and probably missed some mistakes while rereading it real quick (and I don't really like this chapter very much.)

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