I stare back at my reflection, but my eyes weren't on my face, they were staring at my big fat stupid wings.

Mutant.

Monster.

Freak.

Using all my willpower I flap my wings around, trying to get rid of the stiffness.

Stupid wings, it's really hard to be normal when you have a bunch of feathers that stick out of your back like a sore thumb.

Basically, every once in awhile I am forced to unfold them, which would be fine if it didn't hurt like hell, because you know, wings on people are not supposed to be there.

Why don't I just keep them folded all the time? If I didn't my back would itch unbearably until the point where it hurt. Choosing pain over pain.

Stupid eagle wings, it would be better if I was Hawkgirl, at least her wings can stay out all the time, I have to keep mine folded, invisible.

I swear I will kill the Joker for what he did to me

I tried to cry out in pain as the Joker stuffed a serum down my throat, it burned and I felt it go all the way down, the burning continuously making my head throbbed, all I felt was the pain as my back itches unbearably. It hurts, mom, help me, it hurts.

The mean-looking men in lab coats held me down so tightly as I struggled that my arms became sore and bruised. But I couldn't stop struggling, it hurt too bad, the pain made it even harder to breath, which caused my throat to feel like it was collapsing. His psychotic laughter at my pain made me shiver and I felt like crying. What did I do? It hurt so bad.

"Don't worry darling" He cooed in my ear, his soft careful voice made me tremble. "When I'm done you will be so beautifully unclean" A sob escaped my throat. "You will be a beautiful monster."

Tears fell more rapidly now, I didn't want to be a monster! Why do bad things always happen to me? Why can't they just leave me alone?

My back felt like it was exploding as if it were ripping open.

I want it to stop, I just want it to stop. It only took a few more minutes before I passed out in pain. It hurts.

Someone help me.

I signed at the memory, it's because of the Joker I have these stupid magic wings. He never told me why he gave me these wings, I woke up in an alley without ever seeing him again.

It's because of him that my parents left me on my own, calling me a demon, throwing me out, out of fear.

I fold my wings back in and watch them disappear.

I WILL get my revenge.

---(Time Skip! Yay or Nay?)---

I walked in class looking around me nervously. My back still stung from yesterday, and I did not need another problem with Damian, even though he technically did nothing to me, he was making me nervous, his eyes were cold, and I did not want him to look at me again. Damian was by the window again, and even though there were other seats open I decided to sit next to him.

He turned his head and our eyes locked,

God, I hope I'm not blushing.

There were 2 minutes until class started and we can't just sit here staring at each other the entire time. I wasn't going to let him have the power over me. So instead of looking away, I tried to start a conversation.

"Um, for the project..." I tried

"We need to make a creative piece from our imagination," he explained.

"O-h!" Why was I stuttering? I don't even know him!

"You may come over to my house to work on the painting," he said, grabbing a lined paper from his bag and writing something down in neat red-penned handwriting.

"Here is my address and phone number, I will expect you at 6:00 pm exactly, do not be late."

I grabbed the paper staring down at it, sure why not? It's not like it can get any worse at this point.

I turned to Damian, confidence, and courage tainting my voice.

"I'll be there"

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I inhale as I knock on the enormous doors to Wayne Manor.

It was 5:40 right now, I was terrified of being late, Damian did not seem like the kind of person who would accept me being even a little late. Like my mom used to tell me, early is on time and on time is late.

A butler opened the door

"Ah you must be miss (Y/N)"

I didn't know what to say.

"Master Damian is waiting for you in his bedroom,"

The butler was incredibly nice, that I noticed right away. Also Master Damian? That must be weird, calling someone a master, especially when they are 10x younger than you.

With that thought, I stepped inside, my mouth opening wide at the sight of the manor, it was even more incredible on the inside.

"What's your name?" I found myself asking.

"Alfred Pennyworth, Miss"

"Well, Alfred, thanks"

"Of course miss (Y/N), I am here to help."

He led me down a long corridor knocking on a big bedroom door.

The door opened, Damian stood there unemotional as always, I avoided any eye contact.

"Miss (Y/N) has arrived sir"

"Thank you Pennyworth," He said as Alfred walked away.

Damian grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into his room, I found myself lingering on his touch, it was only for a second, but I swear my heart stopped.

Damian started the conversation, we started to talk about what we should paint when there was a knock on the door.

Damian grumbled as he stood up, and pulled open the door, a boy stood in the doorway. He was tall and as handsome as Damian, except his eyes were a little happier shade of blue, unlike Damian's cold and brutal ones. He gave off a friendly teasing vibe and I instantly felt comfortable around him.

"Hey little D," he said cheerfully, "heard you got a girlfriend!"

I'm pretty sure my face turned red at that moment, Damian's cheeks grew pink.

He looked so cute.

"Grayson, she's just a friend! No, not even a friend, I just met her!"

Grayson smirks, cups his hands around his mouth, and screams at the top of his lungs.

"DAMIAN HAS A GIRLFRIEND!!"

Two more boys appeared in the doorway, one had a white streak through his hair. The other looked as if he was playing hide and seek with the sun for his entire life.

"The demon has a girlfriend, no way," he said.

"Leave my room now," Damian says trying to push them out the door to no avail.

The tallest Damian called him Grayson pushed past Damian and stood in front of me, holding out his hand.

"I'm Dick Grayson"

I took his hand firmly,

"(Y/N) (L/N)"

"Nice to meet you (Y/N)"

Damian sighed, gave up, and sat on his bed. He gave me an apologetic look as the three boys surrounded me and tackled me with questions.

"What do you see in the Demon Spawn?"

That caught me off guard.

"W-what? N-no were not dating I'm here for a project we have together"

"Right," he said holding out his hand, "my name is Jason Todd by the way."

I took it,

"(Y/N)"

"So I've heard"

"I'm Tim," the other boy said,

Dick, Jason, and Tim, I memorized their names. Damian finally managed to push his brothers out of his room, which is what he would wish happened, they actually left us alone after a couple more minutes or bugging us. Something about 'leaving the love birds alone'.

"They won't let me live this down" Damian mumbled into his hands.

---A/N----

The plot starts next chapter :) 

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