“ i wish i could hate you. ” Suren and Mara?
Ooh! Enjoy!!!! Set before they start dating
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He really cannot get rid of her can he? The girl he has know since he was thirteen and had nearly killed him. What could she possibly want in the middle of the night?
Suren had been covering for Damian on patrol. It was a slow night until she had showed up. Bracing himself, he readies himself to fight. He knows those familiar footsteps. Recognizes her silhouette.
"You really can't leave me alone can you?" He throws a magic blast at her which she quickly dodges.
"Why do you hate me?!" He screams, barely seeing her in the dark, foggy Gotham night.
"I wish I could hate you." She says calmly. Suren jerks back as she moves forward, ready to attack. "Relax. I don't want to fight."
"I do." He says angrily. Suren moves to strike, dealing a sharp kick to her stomach. She blocks his next punch and pushes him against the side of the wall nearest them.
"Suren. Stop." She says frankly.
"STOP BOTHERING ME." He struggles, Mara still pinning him back.
"JUST LET ME TALK!" She yells.
She lets him go, both of them staring at the other.
"I don't want to hurt you, Suren." She keeps eye contact with him.
"Then why do you keep hurting me and my team?"
"I haven't had a choice. I have to do whatever the League tells me or I get punished." Her expression tenses.
"What's so different now?" He asks unenthusiastically.
"I left. Ran away." It was only now that Suren noticed the large backpack and dirty clothes she had on.
"Oh." He says quietly, feeling worse about the fighting and yelling from earlier.
"You ran away. What do I do?" She asks, Mara now looking desperate like he had never seen before.
"It was different for me, Mara." The sixteen-year old looks down at her.
"Suren, I need your help. I don't know what to do on my own." She holds back tears, not wanting to look weak.
He pauses for a moment. The girl who loved to torment and bother him and his team asking him for help seemed out of the ordinary. What if she was just trying to trick her?
He thought about his teammates. What would they do in this situation. He thinks that they would give her the benefit of the doubt, would trust her.
He pulls out a pen and paper from his utility belt and writes and address. "Here." He hands her the paper. "You can stay her until you are able to find other housing. It will likely rain so you should get off the streets."
"Thank you, Suren." She quietly replies, firmly shaking his hand afterwards before running off

















