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candy-corps · 7 years ago

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Dinner for Three

Greg belongs to @mygardenofmuses

I need you. Come to the address at 6pm today. Ask for the table reserved for 'Davis'. I'm gonna be there.

This was the message, followed by a link to the 'Broken Heart'. The first message in months. So sure Damien cancelled his plans for tonight, dressed up, fetched what he needed in case he'd have to defend himself ... and arrived, just as requested, in time at the restaurant. His eyes were darting from one person to the next, knowing any could be his mom. Maybe even the one in front of him in the line, telling the waitress his table was reserved for 'Davis'.

"That's ... mine, too" Damien mumbled, raising his hand to get their attention. Greg fidgeted a little when he heard the voice. Looking behind him, he noticed the young batboy he had heard so much about. A soft smile filled his face. "Good. That's my table as well. Shall we wait together? I'm waiting for someone, too." Damien frowned, but just went with what came at him for now. It could be part of the plan. It was likely part of the plan. He buried his hands in his jeans pockets and followed without saying a word just yet. The waitress lead them to the table - indeed one for three.

"I take it the third person is yet to arrive?" the waitress asked, quick to hand them the menu for the drinks right away. "Yes, I think so." Greg answered, and smiled to Damien. "Feel free to sit wherever you want. I will sit after you." Damien glanced at Greg then, not trusting him yet. What had he to do with the plan? He didn't seem too tough but then again looks were deceiving. Maybe this was all a test? He took the seat closest to the exit, even though that meant he couldn't see what was going on behind him. Which was okay. He was learning to use slight echolocation. "I would like to have a water" he ordered without even taking a look at the drinks. "I'll have a beer, please. Preferably cold." Greg requested, after taking a look at the menu. He sat in front of Damien, mostly to get a good look at him.

Once the waitress left with their orders, Greg offered a hand to the kid. "I think we haven't done official presentations yet. I'm Greg." Damien narrowed his eyes, but offered his hand, too, and shook Greg's.

"Damien" he introduced himself then. His ear turned a little just to check if the waitress was really gone, which she was, of course. "Who are you - ?" he asked right away, so very confused right now that he frankly had to ask. "Greg Davis. Perhaps the name of Bernadette Davis rings a bell? She's my little sister." Greg answered. Maybe a familiar reference would be helpful. He looked up, wondering if Michelle was the waitress who had attended them. Given how easily she slipped into roles, it wouldn't be that weird. That just raised more questions. Bernadette's brother? Bernadette was friends with Jess. He was with Jess. Damien just kept frowning. How was this connected to his mom in any shape or form? "I'm not moving" he mumbled to himself, kind of like a mantra. He tapped his fingertips against the edge of the table before eventually, he just crossed his arms and avoided Greg's gaze.

His answer was cryptic, and Greg wasn't sure if he should pursue much more of a conversation. But not saying anything felt kind of wrong. Maybe he could get close to him in other ways. "You look a lot like a batman I know." He already knew the answer to this question, but... maybe the topic would help Damien to open up. "Are you Bruce's son?" This made Damien look back at Greg again, but also narrow his eyes.

"What are you here for?" he asked then. Because he sure as Hell didn't know the answer to this question regarding himself. Greg chose carefully his words, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "Because a person who is very dear to me asked me to come here tonight. She should come here soon..." Damien's mouth got dry. He was getting a very, very bad feeling about this. As the waitress returned, he snatched the glass right out of her hand as she meant to put it on the table.

"Everything alright?" Michelle asked Greg, standing there in the flesh. No costume, no anything. Just black pants and a white blouse, the collar that she always wore and two bows on her head, one left and one right, just where cat ears would be if she featured any. She did want to make the impression of a waitress, but didn't follow their dress code enough to be mistaken for one when you just bothered to check - which Damien didn't. She gave Greg a smile, knowing her son could be something. "I'm a bit late" she mentioned needlessly. "All peachy. We were just talking about you right now. You look really cute, by the way~" Greg smiled widely and stood up to pull out a chair for her. He was really happy to see Michelle had made in time. "It's all good. We're just meeting each other a little more, right Damien?" No they were not. Damien made an effort not to choke on his water while playing it cool. He didn't expect ... ... any of this. His hand was on his throat to keep himself from coughing while his eyes darted from his mom to Greg and back again.

"His ear is doing this ... " Michelle mentioned, moving her hand to her head and angling it the way that Damien's ear leaned aside now. He was so confused. Michelle laughed, then sighed, and sat down. "Thank you" she purred at Greg, her eyes on him for the moment. Greg looked at Damien, noticing the gesture Michelle was pointing out. "Are you alright, Damien?" he asked, a little worried for the kid now. He didn't know enough about the batman people to know for sure if Damien was doing alright or not.

Michelle's laugh managed to capture him again, though. "You're welcome." he purred back, placing gently his hand over hers. Then he looked back back at Damien. "I assume your mother already told you about us, right?" Damien has no words for a moment. Was he supposed to improvise? This was Bernadette's brother. "I'm sure she did" he said between grit teeth. "We talk, after all." He started tapping his fingers against the table again. He was done glaring at Greg - he did at his mother instead. What was happening, what was this supposed to be and why of all things did she vanish for months only to show up out of thin air ... with Bernadette's brother?

"He got that from his father" Michelle noticed, still a little delighted. She, too, tapped her finger against the table to copy Damien's motion and show Greg what she meant, but other than him, she didn't make the faintest sound. "It's supposed to imitate a heart beat. It helps him hear. Don't ask me how." She didn't know. "...Echocolocation, perhaps?" Greg muttered, a little worried. Damien didn't look happy. Maybe the whole thing was a lot to take in. He gathered his hands together, trying to look as harmless as possible. "Whatever it is... Even if you already knew, I know this might be still a little shocking to you, but..." Michelle took Greg's hand to silence him, not minding to hold hands on the table. She knew he wanted to calm Damien, but ... she got them covered.

"Your drinks" the waitressed announced, bring a cup with hot milk for Damien and a glass of wine for Michelle. She ordered when she took the beer and the water from the waitress before. They asked if they already picked, to which Michelle denied with a shake of her head. Not yet.

"Milk calms him" Michelle whispered to Greg.

Damien was double-displeased now. Why did she keep saying these ... things about him? Also, that ... That wasn't true! His ears leaned back, displaying his anger; though he did approach the cup with milk to him. Greg squeezed gently Michelle's hand. He didn't want to cause a rift between mother and son, but... now that the cat was out of the bag, the best they could do was to ensure Damien didn't feel threatened by his presence, right? He already tried to show how willing he was to make this work, but he wasn't sure if Damien liked him to begin with.

"That's a good thing to know. Remind me to get him any milk treats in the future, please." Greg whispered back to her. Damien peeked at Greg's and Michelle's hands, holding each other, as he took a sip of the milk. It still made no sense. Why drag Greg into that. Why tell things about him. Why let them meet. It almost was as if she was trying to introduce her new boyfriend to him and this was just ridicu-.........

" . . . . . "

" - What would you like to eat?" Michelle asked Greg in the meantime, reminding them of time and place. This was a restaurant. In a restaurant, you ate. She approached the menu, letting his hand go so he could read it. "I'm good with practically anything you guys like. But given we have one special guest today..." Greg flashed a kind smile to Damien. "Why don't you pick the food you'd like to eat, Damien? It's on me. Feel free to request whatever you like. "

He hoped it wasn't too obvious, but... Greg really wanted to get in Damien's good side. Damien didn't move a muscle.

"You know, when they are under stress, they freeze up like so, to - " Michelle started.

"You actually want to introduce your boyfriend" Damien realized, interrupting her if only to prove her wrong about the shock thing. He pointed at his mother and then Greg, totally disregarding the offer.

Michelle peeked at Greg. "We didn't talk" she admit. "You didn't...?" Greg stared at Michelle, his eyes going wide. Then he glanced at Damien. "I'm sorry." he quietly mouthed. Then he glanced back at Michelle, worry clearly etched in his features, then back at Damien.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way. It must be such a shock... but yes. We're currently dating, and I have a baby son from a previous relationship." Better to spill the beans already. At least that way, he wouldn't feel bad for holding back information. And then, everything was coming together. She picked a public location so he wouldn't make a scene. Send him that text making it look like a mission when really it was just so he'd show up at all. Getting him hot milk so he'd not be all that upset ...

Damien began to laugh, brushed his ears back and rested his elbows on the table, his face buried in his hands.

Michelle got a little pale. She didn't know what that meant ... Greg, however, got the cues. He had seen his sister break down in the past. This was something close enough. He got up and walked up to him. He knelt by his side, not touching him just yet to respect his personal space.

"I know you might feel like you're not allowed to be upset. But I won't blame you if you do. " he whispered softly. Finally, Damien calmed down again, and sighed. "I guess we should order. 's fine" was all he said. "We will. But there's no rush. I want to make sure you're OK. We can go outside a moment, so you can catch some fresh air, if you want. Would you like that?" Greg spoke calmly, keeping his eyes on Damien. He had helped his sister in similar ways before, and he wanted to ensure the young boy's comfort before they carried on with anything else.

"No, no" Damien hushed him, already picking the menu. "I just want to eat with my nervous mom and her new boyfriend." It was one of few times that he saw her display anything normal. He could do normal. He would like normal. "Alright, as you wish. But if you need anything - just tell us, OK?" Greg gave him a warm smile, and patted gently his shoulder before he returned to his seat. Only then he looked at Michelle. "Next time, remember to tell him things beforehand, please." He wasn't really upset. Just a little worried for how his arrival would affect the relationship between Michelle and Damien. "Oh, she couldn't have" Damien interrupted, his tone quite calm considering. "We didn't meet for a ... ... while." He didn't say for how long exactly as to not make her look bad, but the comment was enough for Michelle to avoid his gaze as he looked up, which was enough for Damien. He hoped a bit that she'd feel bad. "...That's so sad. I'm sorry. I diddn't mean to stand between you two." Greg felt guilty. Gathering his hands together, he bit his bottom lip. "If there's some way I can make up to you, Damien... Just tell me. I'll do my best." "It wasn't you" Michelle made clear. She didn't want Greg to feel responsible for it when he really, really wasn't.

Damien added: "Who knows if I'd seen her at all again when there'd not been any news ... to ... ... Sorry." He put the menu down as he caught Michelle's gaze. "I'm glad. I'm really glad this - " he made a gesture to their surroundings, " - like, happens." "So you're good with us, like, together and all?" Somehow, getting Damien's approval felt like the greatest achievement. Greg couldn't help but smile, a sense of hope growing his chest. It seemed things started to look up. However... he still had some questions unanswered. He was glad to see his mom again, and that was about it. But when Greg wanted his approval so bad ... He'd shrug.

"So you being Bernadette's brother is a coincidence" he asked, first keeping his gaze on Greg out of politeness, but peeking at his mother then. Just in this moment though, the actual waitress returned, to finally write down their orders. "Yes, I think? I just mentioned her because she knows you." Greg answered, rubbing his arm a little. Maybe his questions would have to wait, since Damien seemed to have questions as well. He could wait. Michelle raised her hands in defense, knowing what Damien was suggesting here. She knew about Bernadette, but hadn't heard of a Greg Davis before meeting him. She turned to the waitress then and ordered, as did Damien as well. Greg orderer another drink and some snacks, since he was getting hungry. Even in moments like this, he couldn't stop his stomach from growling. Leaning back on his chair, he joined his hands over his belly. To be true, he wasn't sure what was Damien trying to imply here. Did he think Bernie was some spy? Or that he was doing some weird connections? As much as he tried, he didn't see the pattern. Still, that wouldn't stop him from asking. "Is there any problem with Bernadette being my little sis?" "No, no" Damien assured, his gaze still on his mother . "Just ... wondering ... how you two ended up meeting" he said, looking back at Greg. His mother was too good of a liar, but this one seemed to wear his heart on his sleeve. "We met... in a club. Yeah. It was a little dark, so... I couldn't see her face well at first. But we talked a lot. Things clicked into place." Truth to be told, Greg already had run this speech in his mind over and over in case his parents found out about Michelle. He had done it so many times, that words came out without him having to think all that much. It was like reciting a poem. "Oh, so? What did you talk about?" Damien asked. He rested his head on his hand and looked unimpressed at Greg. "About how we do things, and how I like to take it slow in relationships." Greg wasn't nervous. In fact, he took his chance to wrap an arm around Michelle's shoulder. "It was something quite romantic." Michelle couldn't look at this any longer. Greg was trying so hard! She had to laugh. Then looked Damien straight in the eye and said: "We were having sex. And it was great. And so we met again. And again. And ... " she turned to look at Greg, a fondness in her gaze.

"How is this a conversation suitable for a restaurant - "

"You asked" Michelle simply stated. Oh come on, he was older than eight ... Greg gasped the moment she said 'sex', and from there on he felt his cheeks burning to the point he suspected he could fry eggs on them. Covering his mouth, Greg wondered how far would she take it. It seemed that revelation was a lot even for Damien... but he couldn't keep his own muth shut for long.

"Well... I didn't mean to say it so openly, but yeah... that's pretty much what happened. And we're dating now..." How on Earth was he supposed to carry the conversation from here? Damien kept looking desbelievingly at his mother. That was it. He just wanted to eat in silence for the rest of the evening. He looked away.

" - and Jay calls me 'mama' ... " Michelle added to what Greg was saying. " ... And Greg knows." Yeah, that bit was important. "For clarification, Jay is my son, from a previous relationship. We haven't got to the point of us giving you a sibling yet. Though, by all effects, Jay would be now your baby stepbrother. Look." Greg took a picture of Jay from his wallet and showed it to Damien. "This is him. Isn't he cute?" Michelle chuckled to herself. Oh, now he was bragging. "I have baby photos of Damien" she let Greg know. Two could play this game.

Damien rolled his eyes, but fixed them on the picture that Greg held up to him so proud.

Stepbrother. Hm.

"Where's his mother?" Damien asked, still looking and trying to find Greg's features in the baby. Greg froze for a second, then left Jay's picture on the table. "She... disappeared one night. I suspect demons killed her, but I don't know for sure." His expression was grim. Thinking about her made his heart ache. Michelle put her hand on Greg's lap. Not in a sexual way; just meaning to comfort.

"Sorry." Woop, he didn't mean to pry so much. Greg covered Michelle's hand with his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her touch gave him the strength to smile. "It's OK, Damien. You didn't know." Then he turned to Michelle and kissed her forehead. "Thank you." Michelle smiled to herself. Damien in the meantime was a little uncomfortable. Maybe he shouldn't mention that ... "My ... stepdad was a demon. But he's not around anymore... either." Maybe that comforted Greg? "Well... I think demons aren't exactly... too reliable." Greg chose his words carefully. He didn't know how attached Damien was to the guy, so he didn't want to offend him. "But... if you want... I can be your new stepdad." Replacing Zagam? Damien didn't think so. He lowered his gaze and pushed the picture of Jay back at Greg again. He saw and it was good. The lack of words left him worried. He turned to Michelle, hoping she could translate his gestures. "Did I say something I shouldn't have....?" Michelle shook her head, her gaze on her son, who faced away. "He sold me to Eros" she muttered. Damien's ears lowered at that. He didn't quite understand. "What?! He's that bastard?!" Greg practically threw his chill over the window. He couldn't keep his cool when it came to people who had hurt Michelle. "Oh boy... Good he'd no longer around, then. Grrr..." "I'm not really hungry anymore" Damien excused himself. How long has he been hoping to see his mom again and now 10 minutes passed and he was fed up. He pushed his chair away from the table. Greg gasped. The words he had said... Maybe he had said too much and offended Damien in the process. It wasn't really his intention, though - it was that protective streak he had about Michelle. Still, he felt he should apologize. He held one hand up toward him. "Damien..." "Greg" Damien replied, not even looking at him. He was grateful. A lot. Just also ... fed up. He got up; ready to leave. Greg looked at Michelle, silently begging her for help. Then he turned to Damien and bit his bottom lip, struggling to find the best words to continue. "I... I shouldn't have said that about him, I'm sorry. I just... care a lot about your mother. I love her. I think you should know."

Was that an apology or an explanation? Greg wasn't even sure himself. He just hoped Damien would understand. Oh he did know. He didn't care right now. 'Good he's no longer around' was what he'd said.

Damien left and Michelle just took Greg's hand in both of hers right after. "He'll come around" she promised. "I'm so sorry. I just... have a big mouth sometimes." Greg squeezed her hand back, before he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Watching Damien leave like that worried him. But she seemed calm, so... perhaps it wasn't so bad? He pulled back a little, gazing into the direction Damien had left. "Shouldn't we go after him, or something?" That made her smirk. "You want a fight?" she asked him. Greg blinked in confusion. "A fight? I don't understand..." She closed her eyes for a moment and nodded to the direction Damien went. "Go after him, you get a fight" she elaborated then. "Aaaah... You mean that." Man, he could relate to that A LOT. Greg remembered how he used to get into fights several years ago, when he was in high school. Rare was the week he didn't have bruises back then. But now... he had grown out of it. Mostly. He'd use his fists only to protect the people he cared about.

"I don't want to fight. But it feels bad to leave him alone. I'm not sure what would be the course of action... I don't want to hurt him, you know?" he admitted, blushing a little. "What should we do?"

She withdrew one of her hands and tapped on top of the table for a short moment.

"I want a fight" she decided then and got up as well. The poor waitress just stood there, a little confused and plenty distressed. "Uh... OK. Let's go." Greg decided to trust her judgement. After all, Michelle was his mother - and mothers always know what's best for their children, right? At least, that's what he believed. He got up to follow her, and gave an apologetic look to the waitress. "Sorry, but we gotta go out for a moment. We'll be back soon... hopefully." To Michelle's surprise, it wasn't too hard to catch up with Damien. He didn't get far from the restaurant and within view once she and Greg reched the entrance.

"Damien" Michelle called; not loud, but as she knew, loud enough for him to hear.

And indeed he turned; his ears perking up beneath the hood he's pulled up and covered his features beneath. Michelle could see the bumps shift under the fabric. He didn't look angry, at least for this moment. Because his gaze shifted as he saw Greg follow her.

Hell no. Damien turned. What else did he have to do to signal he was not up discussing this? He kept going, walking forward. Michelle looked to Greg and reached out her hand; a small smirk on her lips, like: 'Are you up for a walk?' Greg took her hand and nodded with a knowing smile. For the time they had spent dating, he already had picked several of her non-verbal expressions. And he could see Damien made some non-verbal conversation, too. Because he turned to face his mother, but... not him. In other words, he didn't want to talk to him just yet. At least, that was what he guessed.

And that was why he truly appreciated Michelle's guidance here. Being all on his own, he'd probably be too afraid of screwing things up even more and he'd let Damien some time alone to cool down. But with Michelle, he felt braver to try a different approach. Michelle held Greg's hand tight as they got going. "I missed to see you moping" she said aloud; still in a too far distance to talk to her target if said target wasn't bessed with super hearing.

Super hearing Damien pretended not to have; but which was apparent as his tail began twitching. Michelle saw as they got a straight look at him when the crowd of people lightened up. It made her smirk turn to a grin. He was annoyed because he cared. Greg wasn't sure if he should say anything. But truth to be told, it woul.d look weird when Michelle was talking "alone". Better to follow her game. He could do this, right? It shouldn't be that difficult. And if he could handle a teenager now, everything would be easier when Jay grew up.

"So he's mopping now? I thought he was like... texting his friends or something." "That's something he'd done when he'd be clever about it" Michelle answered Greg; still looking forward, at Damien. "But you see that - "

It was enough to make Damien turn and wait for the other two to catch up.

If they dared.

His hands were in his pockets. He didn't look mad but that didn't mean he was good. He was a 'cooking beneath the surface' type. Always was. Greg kept walking, since it seemed they weren't going to stop. "I see, indeed. To be true... I've done similar things at that age, too."

And many more, but Greg didn't want to come off as a bad role model. For now, he wanted to see how far they could take this. Damien indeed had his hands in his pockets. He wasn't texting anybody, just as Michelle expected.

Once they caught up, Michelle nodded to Greg and started to talk.

"Greg is the type to invite you to some ice cream to apology he's hurt your feelings" she let Damien know. "And you can pick the flavors, too." Greg nodded in agreement. "Whatever you like, we can get it extra big. I have a friend working in the Green Rose. Bet he can put four scoops in yours if you feel up for it." Moment of truth. They'd never deny food. It was the rudest thing that she could think of -

But Damien just crossed his arms.

"Oh allez!" Michelle sighed. Then continued in French; telling Damien that this man was not as good as he thought he was and that it didn't even matter because he was gone now and they were right here. Opportunities. Hadn't she taught him about wasting them.

And Damien said nothing for a while. Just looked away. Did he just get scolded for making a scene? Greg's French wasn't that good, to be true. He knew a few phrases, expressions and words, but when Michelle spoke like this, it was easy to get lost. He stared at Damien instead, wondering if he wouldn't say anything at all. He waited until she was done to speak his mind.

"Look, Damien... I know all of this was a lot to take in. And I was careless and hurt your feelings because I was feeling super-protective about your mom. I'm sorry about that. But I really would like us to get along..." "Lets ... not ... talk about it" Damien suggested; looking down instead just away, " ... again." Greg bit his bottom lip and stared at Michelle. Then looked back at Damien. "You know... when in my family have issues like this, we often argue... but after that we talk and hug it out. We can skip the talk and go straight to hug if you want...?" he offered, opening his arms to do so. "Greg - !" Michelle tried to warn him, but it was too late. Greg was too close in Damiens space as it was. When he dropped his own defense in addition to that and kept approaching Damiens instincts kicked in and he punched Gregs chest. Hard. Greg felt the air punched out of his lungs, quite literally. And while it hurt, and it made him cough, it wasn't that strong to knock him out. Inhaling sharply, the redhead let out a breathless laugh.

"Hahaha! Oh, wow! Didn't see that coming!" he exclaimed. "It was a good punch, but if you really want to knock down someone, you might want to attempt another spots..."

Like the throat, Damien thought. He didn't step back but was determined to push Greg again should he try to get forward.

"Are you okay?" Michelle asked Greg. The three of them were causing people to turn their heads at them now. "Yeah... Ow..." Greg still winced a little. Just because he was immortal, didn't mean he couldn't feel pain. "Don't worry. I've been in worse situations."

He looked up to Damien. "You and me are more alike than you think..." Oh, someone told Greg too that it was for the better when a person he liked just vanished? Damien doubted. "Sorry about that" he apologized. He didn't feel sorry. Greg invaded his space - but he long since learned it was better to pretend he was. With that, he turned, once more, to leave.

Michelle sighed. This didn't work out as bad as it could have, but also not much better, too. "Give us a moment" she asked Greg, rubbed his shoulder and went to catch up with her son. "OK... I'll be right here." Greg wasn't sure what else he could do. He had apologized, followed him to he was willing to talk, even offered a hug, but... It seemed Damien wasn't into hugs as much as Michelle was. A mistake on his part, thinking that hugs worked for... well, everyone. He still had a lot to learn from children, it seemed.

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