[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

"Damian."

The soft arms wrapped around the young man's shoulders from behind, and the intimate call was revealed from the ruddy lips that could make thousands of different sounds.A second before Damian subconsciously tightened his body to attack, those arms loosened him lightly, and with a gust of wind blowing by, Sandra, who was flapping her broad wings, had bright eyes. He appeared in front of Damian, bent down and approached his face, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Damian."

"If you're in the right mind, we met yesterday."

Regarding Sandra's intimacy, Damian just took a step back with a tense face indifferently, and replied with some impatience.

"But we met today as Jade Bird and Robin. It's been a long time since we have met each other seriously in this capacity."

Sandra is indifferent to the boy's vicious voice, she is the only two who are indifferent to Damian's bad temper and will take the initiative to tease him tirelessly.

The other is a generation of Robin Dick Grayson who has already flown solo.

Sandra retracted her wings and landed lightly on the ground, then stepped forward and gave Damian a big hug.The tip of his nose grazed a small patch of wheat-colored skin exposed/exposed on his cheek, and then buried it in Damian's hood.

For Sandra's intimate behavior, Damian's response was that the whole person froze in place, which looked very similar to pushing Sandra away or pulling out a samurai/knife to directly shoot at this person. Two holes, but finally resisted the urge to do so.Sandra could feel that the pinna of his ear that was rubbing against her cheek started to heat up, and then she tilted her head maliciously and leaned towards it, her lips gently brushed against Damian's ear, like a soft feather Passed an almost imperceptible light kiss.

"—Blue Bird!"

The teenager looked like a cat being stroked upside down and exploded in an instant. Sandra spread her wings and flew away before he pushed her away, dodging the bullet he threw towards her with ease. darts.

"Dami, if you look like this, no little girl will like you."

Sandra looked at Damian's unchanged face and red ears that were almost dripping blood, holding back a smile in her heart, and said so with a frown.

"To shut up!"

Over the past few years, the boy who has grown up a lot in stature just said this in a vicious voice, and then strode past Sandra with big strides. Brushing Sandra's soft robes lightly.

"It's also fortunate that you can tolerate his temper..."

This fourth-generation Robin succeeded the solo Red Robin as the next leader among the Teen Titans, but Batman's second-generation Robin and fourth-generation Robin are notoriously irritable, plus They have been gaining power for a long time, so the other young heroes in the Titans are still afraid of him. Only Sandra, who has stayed in the Titans and has not joined the Justice League, has the courage to tease him.

"Actually, Damian is quite nice, but his temper is just a little bit bad."

Sandra said this to others while watching Damian's leaving back, and then flapped her wings to catch up with Damian.

"What are you doing here?"

After returning to his room, Damian tore off the domino mask stuck to his face and sat directly on the bed, and said without raising his head when he heard the door being pushed open.

"I'm here to see you, dami."

Sandra locked the door directly and hugged Damian from behind, brushed the boy's cheek lightly with the tip of her nose, and said so intimately against Damian's profile.

The wide wings almost enveloped Damian's whole body. In the form of a bird, Sandra's body was extremely light. She was lifted by the pair of wings with almost no weight, hanging on Damian like a piece of light feather. behind Mian.

Damian didn't tear her away from him as if he acquiesced in Sandra's behavior.Sandra put her chin on his shoulder and squinted lazily, her voice soft and light like a scatter of dandelions.

"I missed you, Damian."

Damian ran back to the headquarters of the League of Assassins for a while, and Sandra counted her fingers. They haven't seen each other for at least three months, except that Damian just returned to Gotham yesterday. Wayne met him in a hurry, and it was the first time they saw each other seriously in the Titans today.

Sandra rubbed off her shoes and sat directly on the bed, hugging Damian tightly like a candy that couldn't be torn off.She retracted the wings back into her body, and her body dented the soft bed.

In this appearance, she finally has some real weight.

"You are so cold, Damian," the lips were almost attached to the boy's wheat-colored skin, Sandra squinted her eyes and pressed her forehead tightly against Damian's side face, her slender eyelashes swept gently That small piece of naked/exposed skin is a bit like the paw of a kitten gently pawing, it doesn't hurt at all, but it brings a slight crisp/itch, "Don't you miss me at all?"

"Do not want to."

Although he said it so coldly, Damian reached out and grabbed Sandra's arm around his shoulder and exerted a little strength on his hand. Even after being trained by them for so many years, his physical strength and physique have not changed at all. The old Sandra was still easily pulled to him.

Sandra was pulled forward by Damian, and then he hugged her waist tightly. She sat on Damian's lap awkwardly and rubbed him dumbfoundedly. His fingers brushed over the short black hair that looked like the spikes of a hedgehog but was unexpectedly soft to the touch.

"You don't look like you miss me, dami."

Sandra muttered like this, and then adjusted her posture so that she sat comfortably on Damian's lap, hugging his shoulders affectionately, and almost curled up in his arms.

Damian has grown a lot taller, and Sandra suspects that Damian has grown a lot taller in the past three months, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that she still needs to lower her head to rest her chin on him. Why is the posture on the shoulders of yours now able to put your chin up without lowering your head.

Time seemed to have stopped for Sandra, who looked exactly the same as when Damian first met her five years ago.He has grown up enough to protect her whole body under his wings. Originally, he needed to look up to see her face clearly. Now it is Sandra's turn to look up to see his face. up.But Sandra still has the same naive determination in her eyes as before, and she is still so weak and fragile. As long as Damian puts his hand on her neck and exerts a little force, it can easily break her neck.

But Damian didn't do that.

He just tightened the arms around Sandra's waist, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, then buried his face in Sandra's shoulder and closed his eyes heavily , looking very tired.

"What's the matter, dami?"

Sandra can easily detect that something is wrong with Damian, no matter how well Damian's disguise is, Sandra can always see it at a glance.

Sometimes Damian finds Sandra's abilities annoying.

Damian buried his head in Sandra's shoulder and refused to raise his head to answer Sandra's question. Sandra felt that something important had happened, otherwise Damian would not have used this Resist to answer this question with a shameless attitude.

Ah, Africa... It's another three months, so it's probably a matter of the League of Assassins.

Although Sandra is still in the Titans, there is generally no need to take her to do anything, so she usually stays in Gotham, Batcave, or Damian's safe house. Although it can't be said that the family's affairs can be guessed with certainty, half and half can still be guessed.

Damian's appearance is obviously a matter of the League of Assassins.

"Dami, if you don't tell me, then I'll ask Timmy myself."

Sandra is familiar with how to pry Damian's mouth open.

Damian clicked his tongue, biting a small piece of exposed skin on Sandra's neck with some unhappiness, gritting his teeth and refusing to make a sound. Sandra just tilted her head slightly and condoned Damian's behavior, fingers Unconsciously fiddled with the boy's short hair.

"...Mother wants me to go back and inherit the League of Assassins."

Damian dawdled for a long time, and finally said it.

"I guess you've already made up your mind?"

Sandra touched her neck, guessing that it was already red, and Damian must have intentionally bitten the mark on her where she couldn't cover it.

"Ah."

Damian snorted briefly, hugging Sandra as if he was holding a doll, squinting his lake-green eyes, resting his head on Sandra's shoulder, and then She put the belt in her bosom.

"Why don't you look happy now that you've made a decision?"

Sandra pushed Damian away from her a bit, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before the teenager frowned disapprovingly, then moved her lips to the corner of his, squinting and smiling like this Asked.

"Why do you keep bringing up Drake?"

Damian bit the corner of Sandra's lips gently, and his hoarse voice rang out with a bit of laziness. It sounded like a lazily snoring after eating and drinking. like a big cat.

It's just that a few years ago, it was a little milk cat with fluffy teeth and claws that would make people feel cute. It has grown into a strong and beautiful leopard. It has learned a stronger hunting ability and is better at hiding its sharp minions. That's all.

"Then why do you always eat Timmy's vinegar?"

Sandra was bitten by Damian and it didn't hurt very much. Her fingers sank into Damian's short hair and then slid down his neck, curving along Damian like stroking a cat. Gently kneading and stroking his cervical spine, he joked with a smile.

Even at this age, Damian still has the same hostile attitude as before every time Tim is mentioned.Every time Sandra mentions Tim, she always finds Damian's reaction very funny. Besides, she and Tim have a good relationship, and now Damian's attitude towards Tim is even worse than before. up.

Damian refused to answer Sandra's question, and then bit down along Sandra's neck, leaving many bright red hickey marks, and then stayed on her collarbone.

Unlike their well-trained and strong bodies, Sandra's body is quite soft. Being held in Damian's arms like this is lazily as if she has no bones, all relying on Damian as her fulcrum for support with his own body.Feeling Damian's moist breath sprinkled on the small piece of naked/exposed skin on her chest, Sandra shook her body a little sensitively, and there was a tingling sensation from the tailbone, and then softly pushed Mian's shoulder.

"When you've had enough fun, stop making trouble. I can't hide these marks."

Even though she said so, Sandra didn't intend to stop Damian's movement at all, she just curled up in his arms, squinted her eyes and said lazily.

"I will stay in Gotham and inherit my father's responsibilities and obligations." Damian hugged Sandra's waist, and a flood of duckweed spread in his lake green eyes, crumbling into a deep cold wet green , "But I will also inherit the League of Assassins, by defeating my grandfather."

"uh-huh."

Sandra snorted to indicate that she was listening to Damian's words. The reddish-brown eyes seemed to be frozen with a thick sunset, and the soft and hot warm light gradually faded away, and then poured all of it into the On the boy who hugged him.

"Alfred asked me to invite you to Wayne's house, the kind that doesn't go through the window or the door."

"Well... I guess your family knows about our relationship?"

Sandra felt that she should feel a little embarrassed. After all, Damian was only 17 when they dated, but in fact she didn't have any fluctuations in her heart and didn't want to laugh at all.

As early as the first day of their relationship, she felt that Timmy and Batman should have known about this matter, and now that Damian mentioned it to her, she finally felt like a big knife was cut on the neck .

"Both idiots Grayson and Todd don't know."

That's all Damian said.

"I should be happy that you are hiding this matter so well..."

Damian raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

He didn't tell Sandra that he returned to the League of Assassins this time not just because of inheriting the League of Assassins.

Also about her.

"Damian, my child," Talia looked down at Damian who was confronting her with a samurai/knife. The pair of eyes were exactly the same as Damian, but the green eyes were more indifferent and pure. Looking at him, the gorgeous red lips drew a cold arc, "Although I don't want to interfere in your mate selection, the partner you choose is too fragile."

"Although her ability is indeed admirable, that kind of weak and vulnerable body cannot match yours. You are my best child, with the most powerful genes flowing in your body, that kind of fragile mutant It will be difficult to match you."

"This is my choice, mother." Damian shook off the blood on the blade, and indifferently put the long knife back into the sheath.When he grows up, he is very similar to Bruce, but with a bit of Thalia's wild and exotic face, he is quite handsome and attracts attention.Those turquoise eyes with a bit of blue stared at Talia closely, like an enraged leopard staring at an intruder in its territory without hesitation, showing its sharp minions.

"You have no right and no ability to stop my choice."

Talia was not irritated by Damian's disobedience, she just showed a somewhat satisfied smile, but said quite coldly: "Damian, you have always resisted Lazarus as your father. bring strength."

"But don't you know that the woman you want to have also has the ability to live forever?"

"Damian?"

Sandra noticed Damian's distraction and called him softly.

Damian restrained his thoughts, touched Sandra's long black curly hair that had been raised for a few years with his palm, and subconsciously grabbed the end of her hair.

He knew everything Thalia said.

But what does it matter.

He has tamed his blue bird, and whatever the final outcome, he has put fetters on her wings forever.She will always be attached to him and miss him, no matter how far she flies and how long she lives, she will never forget herself.

Sandra stuffed her palm into Damian's, and her soft and slender fingers were tightly squeezed between Damian's fingers.

She has always been very sharp, especially when facing Damian, she can always know what Damian is thinking.

Damian cast a golden cage for her, and she lived in it willingly, tied her wings, and drank the poisonous sugar water.

She was longing for a bond too much, and was really nostalgic for this relationship too much. Knowing that losing it would be heartbreaking, she still clenched Damian's hands that were stretched out to her without hesitation.

Her life was too long, his life was too short.Sandra would rather that this relationship would eventually become a cage for confining herself and a torture tool for torturing herself, rather than forgetting his existence in the long years.