Reginald and Amara played a huge part in their daughters life. They were her safety, they were her parents and nothing would change that. Of course, they were very aware their daughter was a teenage girl, a teenage girl with a knack for rebellion.

Sneaking out was a big thing in her life. Something that provided her freedom as well as a good telling off.

One night Reginald had caught Svetlana sneaking Damian out of their house — he hadn't bothered grounding her, she cared little for it, instead he had invited the boy over for dinner for the following weekend.

Svetlana was mortified, Damian had been stunned. Reginald has found great amusement that something that many considered a reward was a punishment for his little girl.

Amara who had been woken up by the arguing (on her only day off for the week) was fairly confused when her daughter was snapping in Russian and her husband was reminding her she can't sneak people in or out and Damian Wayne (the Damian Wayne) was standing awkwardly next to the blonde.

So when the next week had timed around, Damian Wayne had come for dinner — being dropped off by Jason and Virgil on their way to the Mexican man's parents.

Jason who had made the teenager sit up front with him (Virgil was an awful driver, plus the dead guy can't be legally prosecuted ... well minus the fraud part) where he was able to force Damian into having another and much worse sex talk.

A sex talk that lead to Damian nearly killing Jason and Virgil wanting to die. The man went into detail about the body and pleasure and what consent was and that it was more then just a yes or no and that it was more then the words (Virgil made a comment after kneeing Jason's chair, reminding him that Damian isn't a dick much to Jason disagreement) after that Damian had ditched the car and taken a back alley to get to Svetlana's, some flowers in hand.

Dick had made him get flowers.

Svetlana had opened the door. Damian for once had been nervous. So maybe she made him nervous a few times but never this nervous. Now he was officially her friend and meeting her parents.

Why was he going through all this effort for a girl?

"You trying to loose something, Romeo?"

"What?" Damian questioned as she grabbed his arm and shut the door.

"White lilies, symbolise virginity and purity. Is this your version of giving away your v-card?"

"You're about to loose the flowers, missy."

"I'd rather loose my clothes." She winked at him before quickly turning, guiding him in as she took the flowers and put them in vase. "Do you wanna meet Mouse?"

"Mouse?"

"My Cane Corso, kinda ironic, no?"

Damian allowed her to take his and drag him to the living room where her dog laid on the floor still healing from his injuries.

Svetlana kneeled to the floor fussing over her dog as her parents appeared, walking down the stairs. Reginald held Amara's hand.

"Мама, папа this is Damian. Damian there's are my parents, we're aware of the blaring differences." The blonde spoke, not even bothering to lift her head to greet her parents. Mum, dad.

Reginald's eyes remained on the teenage boy as his wife went over and brought him into a hug, welcoming him into the family.

Amara scowled at her husband as he stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Say hello to Lana's boyfriend."

"I haven't decided if I like him."

"I don't remember the part where I told you we were dating. Fuck that, I don't remember dating him. Just saying." Svetlana muttered as Damian looked at her for help — he couldn't make a bad impression, he wouldn't.

Reginald raised a brow. "Yet."

Svetlana gave her father her standard look, the kind of look that many people believed could kill. "Stop scaring my friend." She muttered, getting off the floor after placing a kiss to her dogs head. "I don't have friends anymore, don't ruin this."

Amara shook her head at her family before turning to Damian. "Svetlana tells us you're vegetarian?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please, just call me Amara." Amara smiled at him before scowling her husband again for giving the teenager a narrow eyed look. "Svetlana doesn't bring men home—"

"I have brought people back before."

"Nearly killing someone in my living room doesn't count."

"It's not my fault I'm messed up." Svetlana muttered, her hands up in surrender. "He grabbed my ass. The only viable option was pull out my gun and kill him."

"I'm going to take it off you if you keep threatening people with it."

Svetlana looked at her dad with a mock of offence. Her mouth slightly open and arms crossed. "I need my gun, I'm an assassin."

"Ex-assassin and most of that time you were the bait, stop using your past as an excuse, I raised you better."

"Do not narrow it down to bait and I was only bait like fifteen times. Don't do that to me, I've killed 489 men, 226 women and 93 babies. Not including collateral damage."

"Sorry, just stop now." Amara warned, swiftly taking the gun from her daughters hip and placing it down on the coffee table.

Reginald picked up the gun, checking it wasn't loaded nor ready to shoot before putting the gun down. "As if she could do that. And you didn't check if it was safe to put down."

"I could kill someone if I wanted to." Svetlana scoffed.

"No one's saying you don't lack the skills Lana, we're saying you now live by the law." Amara reminded the child before turning to her husband. "Need i remind you we don't have guns, I don't know what I'm checking for." Amara pointed out, looking between the two.

Svetlana cocked a brow. "Папа has a gun from work and I own three. That one, my AK-47 and an M1911 Pistol that was modified. I also have a wide collection of knives, a modified batt with nails and barbed wire, and I did have equipment to make a bomb but you took that away from me."

"You were eleven, Lana, and do you want me to take them away from you."

"No, what if someone completely insane breaks in. Need I remind you that America allows guns and the death penalty isn't able to be given to the mental of some variety. At least one of us needs to be able to defend the house."

"Lana, that's me. I'm man of the house."

Svetlana tilted her head at her father. "Don't be sexist. I can defend the house despite my gender."

"Can I also point out we have company, I'd rather he didn't have to tell the police the fifteen year old has guns and weapons and is a threat to everyone."

Svetlana looked at her mum then at Damian. She smiled at him. "He already knows. I trust him with my life." She told them, gently taking his hand into hers.