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“I would’ve burned the world for you, you know.”
The golden hour shone brightly on their faces, though they continued to stare at the distance instead of acknowledging each other.
“We never dated.”
“And yet, whenever I saw you, I felt the need to set fireworks.”
“Are you flirting with me or threatening me? You’re going to be a pyromaniac now?”
“You’ll have to give me your hoodie if that’s the case. I still can’t believe you made one that says pyromaniac.”
“What will I do if I’m cold?”
“I’ll give you mine. A hoodie swap, if you will. We never talk about it, but we both know you feel just as strongly as I.”
“Our feelings are too explosive. It’s like setting an elephant loose in a blanket fort. We’re likely to send everything crashing down.”
“That does nothing to dissuade me. If our love is explosive, then let me light the match. We will start sparks that grow into raging fires that ravage any who oppose us.”
“That’s a terrible plan and you know it. But go on.”
“We could film it. Something like dystopia, with big screens broadcasting our carnage.”
“Do you think they’ll thank us for the pain? For making their suffering go viral?”
“It could be worse. We could brand them with Demon Marks to show their loyalty.”
“Ah, but the opposition would rise as Demon Hunters.”
“You’re listening to the demons and letting them get between us. I won’t allow that. We have to do something.”
“We’re not heroes, Damian.”
“Then let us be the monsters.”
They take a moment to gather themselves again. Somewhere in the distance, a k-pop group’s song can be heard on a radio.
“What if I decide I don’t want to join you?”
“It’s too late. You’re mine now.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll show you how it’s done. When darkness meets the light and the world is bathed in golden light, we will set the world aflame.”
“What makes you so certain I’ll agree?”
“You’ve got a dark side.”
She scoffs, looking farther away from him, “Guess you’re not the only one. Why lean into the violence?”
“Old habits die hard, you know.”
“So many late-night calls…”
“A random post-it war…”
“And a love that only came out at night, guided by the moon. Sometimes I wish I could have walked in the daylight with you.”
“You still can. As long as you let go of him.”
“Jealous much? He’s my brother.”
“And yet, he and I were never on the same side. We both want to protect you. He just wants to protect you from me.”
“Don’t you wish I liked you back before this all began?”
“Didn’t you? You kissed me first.”
“I did. Maybe we’re unfinished business. We can’t let go until we’ve let ourselves collide.”
The sky lit with pastel colors as the sun continued on its descent.
“What of your birthday? Do you still plan to see me?”
“You’re definitely the only person I would do this for, Damian.”
“Sometimes, I can’t believe that you actually chose me.”
“Because I haven’t chosen.”
“You say that, but it’s the equivalent of wearing sunglasses to hide your tears. I know where your heart lies.”
“Do you remember the meadow of wildflowers? You used to tug my hair and run away…”
“I would pretend that I didn’t even want your attention…that much was a lie. I wanted every drop you could give me.”
“And I will give you all that I can.” Returning to their hypothetical, she asks, “What will we do? If the demon hunters did form, they wouldn’t mess with Tim for some reason.”
“That’s an easy correction.”
“Oh?”
“I could set Dick on fire.”
“You-”
“Is it so surprising that I would give everything I am, even my name, to be with you?”
“As someone who was in Damian Wayne’s good graces, he wouldn’t expect the betrayal. What of Jason?”
“He can join him.”
“RIP, sorry Jason.”
“He would be left alone when it’s over.”
“Other than by all the dead boys. But I’m scared for Cass. You know she would stop us, don’t you?”
“If we were to go nuclear, yes.”
She changes the subject again, “I had a thought once. ‘Oh this one is kinda up his alley but kinda dirty.’ Do you know what I was thinking?”
“Probably not what comes to mind.”
“At the time, there was a kitten in an alley you frequently pulled me into. But it was dirty. I brought it home to you, and you took care of it. And that brought the thought again. Probably something more along the lines of what you imagined.”
“Can I tell you that I love you?”
“Can I tell you?”
“You never did tell me…How did he find out about us?”
“When we were dancing that night at the gala. I’m not sure what exactly tipped him off. Maybe we got too close.”
“This is why no one hugs you, Marinette. It brings your brother down upon us with torches and pitch forks,” he teases.
“Those are not the instruments he would use were he to hunt you down, Damian.”
“He will struggle to keep us apart. What we have is more than chemistry. You know this.”
“If I could take us back…if I could just do that…I don’t think I would change a thing. I’ll fight for you, as I know you’ll fight for me, too.”
“This will be a mutiny.”
“A Civil War.”