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Who: Damian Wayne & Celaena Sardothien
When: Backdated: Monday, Marth 7th. Night. Just after this.
Where: Celaena's House
What: Celaena needs to show Damian something
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete

After the initial texts from Celaena, telling him she wouldn’t be able to see him for awhile cause she would be rehearsing for a showcase, Damian had gone out to patrol. While Damian trusted Celaena, he had a feeling there was something she wasn’t telling him. As the son of the World’s Greatest Detective, in the dreams, Damian had also become quite the detective and he could tell when someone wasn’t telling him the complete truth. However, he hadn’t wanted to push Celaena, because whatever it was, he hoped she would tell him on her own terms. He only hoped that it wasn’t too bad.

He’d been talking to Raven, who he’d run into while she was also patrolling when Celaena texted him again, asking him to come over. Hoping she was going to tell him what was going on, Damian told Raven he’d talk to her again soon and headed home, where his car was then headed to his girlfriend’s house to possibly find out what was going on.

After her talk with Izzy, Celaena had messaged Damian again and told him to come over. She was worried about his reaction to her scars, but as Izzy had said, if he couldn’t deal with her scars, then he wasn’t worth being in a relationship with. She loved him deeply and wouldn’t want to be parted from him and they were both fighters, surely he’d understand. Peering out from around her curtain, she spotted his car driving up. She quickly messaged him and told him to come straight up to her room. Mr Thomas knew him by sight now and he would let him in without question. She still hadn’t told either her parents or Mr Thomas what had happened, just that she hadn’t felt well and the lunch their butler had brought her earlier was still sat out in the hall, untouched.

Sighing heavily, she threw her phone on the bed and moved across to the far side of her room. She ran her fingers through her hair and waited for her bedroom door to open, trying to figure out what she was going to say.

When he reached the house, Damian headed up to the door and after being let in by Mr. Thomas, Damian went up the stairs and towards Celaena’s room. He was worried about his girlfriend and hoped that whatever was wrong with her, it wasn’t something that they couldn’t work out easily. Reaching her room, Damian knocked on the door, “Celaena? Are you in there?”

Turning, Celaena couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. “I'm here,” she said, her voice strangled by everything she was feeling. She moved over to the door and smiled at him, taking his hand and pulling him into the room. Her eyes felt watery as she imagined the worst case scenario and that this was the last time she'd ever see or speak to him again.

Shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts, she led him over to the side of her bed and sat him down on it. Smiling down at him sadly, she took his face in her hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. Pulling back, she moved to close her bedroom door before coming to stand in front of him again, slightly further away this time.

“Damian, I've got something to show you and I…” she shook her head and licked her lips before refocusing on his eyes. “Do you love me, Damian?”

When Celaena opened the door, Damian’s intention had been to ask her what was going on, but she took his hand and led him into the room before he got the chance. Once he was seated on the bed, looking up at Celaena, he reached out for her hands, “Of course I love you. Cel, what’s going on? Does this have something to do with your dreams?” It was either that or something else was going on, but he hoped he was just being paranoid.

Celaena smiled a watery smile at him and squeezed his hands before letting them go. “Yes, it's to do with my Dreams,” she sighed and took a step back from him. “It’s probably best to just show you,” she scrubbed her hand through her thick blonde hair and turned her back to him. Crossing her arms in front of her she took hold of the hem of her tshirt and pulled it up to her shoulders, showing him the three fresh scars that now lined her back. The raised flesh was still red and sore.

As Celaena turned around, Damian frowned and watched as she lifted her shirt, revealing the scars along her back. Blue eyes widened as he took them in, “Shit.” Celaena didn’t talk much about the details of her dream aside from the fact that she was basically the best assassin in the world they lived in, much like Damian, which was one thing they had bonded over. “What happened? How’d you get them?” As he looked at Celaena’s scars, he was reminded of his own.

“I was asleep. Dreaming again of Endovier, the salt mine where I was sent. Except this time when they whipped me it...well, you can see,” Celaena sighed, dropping her shirt and moving away from him as she did. “I woke up alone and screaming,” she huffed a harsh laugh. She hadn't even told that to Izzy. It amazed her sometimes how easily she could admit things to Damian. “I panicked once I realised they were real. Text you and Iz. There's not much room for a scarred ballerina in my industry,” she shook her head and turned to face him. Crossing her arms across her front of her. “I'm not beautiful anymore,” she whispered brokenly, tears pricking her eyes as she did.

Damian got to his feet and moved towards Celaena and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his body, “Cel, you’re still beautiful. A couple of scars aren’t going to change that.” Damian could understand where she was coming from though, because when his own scars had begun to appear, he’d been extremely self conscience and thought that Alyssa would dump him because of them, “This just gives us one more thing that we have in common.” Damian had been shot multiple times in the back, which had resulted in a artificial spine transplant, he’d been in an explosion, which resulted in multiple organ transplants and Jason had even shot him before. And those were only a few of the scars that he had, but they were definitely the major one.

Celaena let herself be drawn into his arms and rested her head against his chest, sighing deeply as she did. Closing her eyes, she breathed in his scent and clutched his shirt in her hands for fear he would run away. “Yeah but you're a guy and scars on guys makes them manly and hot, scars on girls...not so much,” she reasoned, a smile flitting on her lips as she did. She loved Damian’s scars, it reminded her of how strong he was and how much he protected people, but Celaena had spent her life in an industry defined by beauty and grace. If she didn't have that, what did she have?

“Izzy says there's a way to cover them, using magic so I can keep dancing and they'll never see, never know,” she told him, glad for his support. She nuzzled into the fabric of his shirt and wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. Her strength was limited by the tenderness of the scars pulling at her flesh but she wanted to be as close to him as possible. “I love you,” she told him endlessly. “Will you stay with me? I just want to be with you right now,” she asked, looking up at him expectantly.

“Cel, your scars don’t diminish how badass you are.” Damian said, bringing a hand up to run through her blond hair and kissed her forehead, “And of course I’ll stay with you.” Damian hoped that whatever Celaena’s friend had in mind would work, because he hated to see Celaena so upset over something, “Wanna lay down?”

Celaena smiled at him, he was right, she was still badass. She closed her eyes when he stoked her hair and kissed her forehead. His suggestion of lying down was welcome and she sighed against him. “I'd like that,” she told him, feeling more at peace with herself than she had before. She was exhausted after today, working herself up after awful Dreams, and she wants nothing more than to hold him close and forget about it for a while. “Don't think I won't kick you out if you get all handsy,” she teased with a little smile before he could move much toward the bed. She took his hand and let him lead her to bed. She was joking, mostly. Since her scars were still tender she didn't feel like anything too frisky, but she looked forward to some gentle petting at least.

Damian laughed and kissed her forehead again, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my hands mostly where you can see them.” Damian wouldn’t dream of doing anything that Celaena wasn’t comfortable with especially in a situation like this. Reaching the bed, he toed off his sneakers before moving to lay down on the bed then held his hand out to her.

Celaena watched him fondly, berating herself for thinking he would have been so easily put off by these new scars. They were fighters, both of them, and she treasured that she had someone who could share so fully in her life. She took his outstretched hand and followed him onto the bed, pausing to look down at him briefly. “Any other day, my back is just really sore right now,” she reassured him with an apologetic smile. She pressed a long passionate kiss to his lips to affirm her statement then lay down, pressed closely against his side. Hooking a leg over his and wrapping her arm over his chest, she laid her head on his chest to listen to his soothing heartbeat and sighed, letting someone else take care of her for a little while.