Random Wren
Damian peered into the darkness under his bed. Wren's silver eyes seeming to glow in the low light from the fireplace. She was on her stomach under the bed, her constant companion of Red Robin's cape clasped at her neck and covering the rest of her. No domino covered her face and her hands were free. But they were curled into the carpet like a cat ready to spring at a moments notice.
"Come out from under there," Damian demanded, reaching for the child, to drag her out.
"No!" She hissed and clawed at his hand. Her fingernails were short but sharp and she pressed with all her strength.
They scuffled a while, Wren hissing and scratching as Damian shoved blindly under his bed, trying to get to her. In the last several years he'd grown, bulked out too much to hide under his current bed. It was a California king, as wide as it was long but only with a hand width of space underneath. Damian wasn't sure how she got into the small space. He kept it low to reduce the risk of ninjas hiding but couldn't make himself put the bed on the floor, like some uncouth domestic.
"I demand you come out at once!"
"No!"
"This will stop at once, Smith. You do not belong under that bed and you will remove yourself from my room. How did you get under there in the first place?"
Her head tilted to the side, twisting at an impossible angle. She was watching him, studying him. It was half hearted when he swiped under the bed to see if he could grab her again.
"If you will not come out, tell me why you are under there."
A long and furious look made her eyes narrow. "You're scary and dangerous."
"Yes. But why are you in my room? Why even try to hid under my bed?"
"Watching."
"I know you are capable of sentences. You will tell me why right this minute or I will set this bed on fire."
Wren huffed. "You're scary and dangerous and I'm watching you. I need to see you, understand you. Not my Uncle Demi yet." She scrunched up her nose in distaste. "Don't like that name. I try to get Uncle Jason and Tante Dick to stop but they laugh too much to listen."
"Tt. I do not like that name either. It is Damian or not at all."
"Not at all."
"You would." Damian sat against the side of the bed, contemplating the creature currently holed up under there. "You are quite the conundrum, Habibi."
Wren blew a raspberry at him. "Magnoon."
(Author: Habibi is equivalent of baby in english. Magnoon is crazy boy.)
"Come out from under there," Damian demanded, reaching for the child, to drag her out.
"No!" She hissed and clawed at his hand. Her fingernails were short but sharp and she pressed with all her strength.
They scuffled a while, Wren hissing and scratching as Damian shoved blindly under his bed, trying to get to her. In the last several years he'd grown, bulked out too much to hide under his current bed. It was a California king, as wide as it was long but only with a hand width of space underneath. Damian wasn't sure how she got into the small space. He kept it low to reduce the risk of ninjas hiding but couldn't make himself put the bed on the floor, like some uncouth domestic.
"I demand you come out at once!"
"No!"
"This will stop at once, Smith. You do not belong under that bed and you will remove yourself from my room. How did you get under there in the first place?"
Her head tilted to the side, twisting at an impossible angle. She was watching him, studying him. It was half hearted when he swiped under the bed to see if he could grab her again.
"If you will not come out, tell me why you are under there."
A long and furious look made her eyes narrow. "You're scary and dangerous."
"Yes. But why are you in my room? Why even try to hid under my bed?"
"Watching."
"I know you are capable of sentences. You will tell me why right this minute or I will set this bed on fire."
Wren huffed. "You're scary and dangerous and I'm watching you. I need to see you, understand you. Not my Uncle Demi yet." She scrunched up her nose in distaste. "Don't like that name. I try to get Uncle Jason and Tante Dick to stop but they laugh too much to listen."
"Tt. I do not like that name either. It is Damian or not at all."
"Not at all."
"You would." Damian sat against the side of the bed, contemplating the creature currently holed up under there. "You are quite the conundrum, Habibi."
Wren blew a raspberry at him. "Magnoon."
(Author: Habibi is equivalent of baby in english. Magnoon is crazy boy.)