Feb. 28th, 2018 10:50 pm
Enter: Damian...... Wayne?
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The arrival to Wayne manor was less than difficult; after all, Damian had been raised since his early life to pull off any sort of scheme thought up. This was different, though. Damian had defiantly disappeared from the League of Assassins due to needing change. Yes, he was Ra's al Ghul's grandson but it meant little to him anymore- he was nothing but a 'spare' after all. There in case the 'real' plan were to fail.
But Damian was more than some simple 'spare'. He would never allow himself to sink into the life of a low-level tool that was to be used strictly as back up. He was more than that- better. So he made a big decision and set the plan into action.
He would meet his parents.
His mother, perhaps, would have been a simpler lead. After all, she was Ra's al Ghul's daughter. However, Damian sought to disappear from Ra's' plans entirely and knew it would be foolish to remain within reach of the League. This is what truly confirmed his decision- his father was the one he had to seek out first.
After plenty of research and thoughtful planning, there he was, standing on the doorstep to Bruce Wayne's home. He stared up at the building, a disinterested look on his face, but green eyes glittering with a kind of anticipation he didn't yet understand.
"So this is the fabled Wayne Manor." He muttered, glancing side to side. "It's smaller than I expected. Hm." Now was the biggest step. He'd made it this far unnoticed and without struggle. Was he to simply ring the doorbell, or did he need to take different initiative? Deciding to go with a more socially acceptable approach, the boy stepped forward and pressed his first finger up against the button on the side. He stepped back immediately after, staring directly at the door with hard eyes.
This was the moment of truth.
But Damian was more than some simple 'spare'. He would never allow himself to sink into the life of a low-level tool that was to be used strictly as back up. He was more than that- better. So he made a big decision and set the plan into action.
He would meet his parents.
His mother, perhaps, would have been a simpler lead. After all, she was Ra's al Ghul's daughter. However, Damian sought to disappear from Ra's' plans entirely and knew it would be foolish to remain within reach of the League. This is what truly confirmed his decision- his father was the one he had to seek out first.
After plenty of research and thoughtful planning, there he was, standing on the doorstep to Bruce Wayne's home. He stared up at the building, a disinterested look on his face, but green eyes glittering with a kind of anticipation he didn't yet understand.
"So this is the fabled Wayne Manor." He muttered, glancing side to side. "It's smaller than I expected. Hm." Now was the biggest step. He'd made it this far unnoticed and without struggle. Was he to simply ring the doorbell, or did he need to take different initiative? Deciding to go with a more socially acceptable approach, the boy stepped forward and pressed his first finger up against the button on the side. He stepped back immediately after, staring directly at the door with hard eyes.
This was the moment of truth.
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"H-hello. Can I help you?" he asked.
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"Is that my Ubereats guy? He's like fifteen minutes late." Jason of course is pretty much ducking around the corner and half way hanging all over Eddie. Jason really likes his 'younger brother' and may be forgetting to not crowd him.
He blinks a few times at the hard eyed kid at the door. Nope, not an Uber driver.
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Without further ado, the boy stepped forward and let himself into the mansion. He glanced around and turned back toward the others. "You two are extremely unorthodox for servants. My name is Damian, and I am here to meet my father. Take me to him." His tone was expectant and the look on his face showed he was more than serious.
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"Hey," he started to protest only to be cut off. And then there was just confusion. "I...what?" he glanced back to Jason before tilting his head to the side. "Um. I'm s-s-sorry but Damian who? And who's your father?"
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His lips pull back in a sneer. "We're not the help."
His tone is a little harsh but he kind of wants to thrash this kid and for once Jason has no idea why.
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"Damian al Ghul." The boy replied, "But I suppose if I'm to be a little more direct for the both of you, you could also call me Damian Wayne." He crossed his arms over his chest and focused on the young adults in front of him. "This IS Wayne manor, correct?"
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"M-maybe we should find a place to sit down and then go g-g-get Mr. W-...get Bruce" he suggested quietly to his 'older brother', hoping there wasn't about to be a fight.
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Jason decides that maybe he should go get Bruce. He gives Eddie a short nod. "Yeah. I'll go get Dad.... I guess it's okay to bring him to a sitting room."
He just couldn't help but throw a little dig at Damian as he leave to go find Bruce.
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"Dad?" He inquired. Was that other person related to Bruce Wayne? He waited to be directed to the sitting room so he could finally meet the father he'd only ever heard about.
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"Yeah. You w-wanted to see Bruce so he went to get him," Eddie replied.
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"Correct." He replied. It was clear he expected it to be soon. The way he stood, presented himself, all of it- it was clear he was raised by Ra's al Ghul and the League of Assassins. There was a dangerous aura he carried with him.
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"I'm s-sure they'll be back soon," he offered, standing rather than sitting down. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "So um...did you have to travel long t-to get here?" he asked, not that good with small talk.
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“Would you like some more tea, Missus Higginbotham?” Sandy asked her grandfather, while batting big doe-like eyes. Bruce loved the little girl dearly, but he was starting to become distracted. Where were Eddie and Jason? “Sandra, will you forgive my bad manners? I must excuse myself.” he murmured in reply.
Moving to stand, Bruce scowled more, his face turning to Kathy and Dick. “They should have been back by now.” was all he said.
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"Got a second?" The look on his face reads that they have a situation. Jason isn't sure just where on the scale of problems this falls on.
It's just a kid. Can't be that bad. Maybe he was just over reacting before.
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"Says he's named Damian al Ghul." Let that sink in just for a second. Jason fights the urge to scowl. "He didn't say he was your son directly but... uh. He very much implied it."
Is Jason freaking out? On the inside he is!
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Looking to Kathy, Bruce said “This could be a trap. Few things with the League are as simple as their face value. Whomever Damian is, I’m willing to bet it’s a complicated story.”
Well, there was no time as good as the present, it seemed. Bruce gathered himself and then tried to affect something less scowling on his face as he moved towards the door. “Where is he, Jason?” he asked.
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He mentally swears and shakes himself. Thankfully this was all a quick freak out. "Yeah. He's with Eddie. Front sitting room."
His hands get shoved into his pockets. "I figured we should try and treat him like a kid... even if he's acting all...I dunno. Posh robot?"
Treating Damian like a kid is way more Dick's style.
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"How old a kid?" Just asking.
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Facts. Facts give him something to think on. Okay, maybe a ten year old won't straight up murder them all. But that makes Jason lean more towards wondering if Damian was raised like a kid or a weapon. He is leaning towards the later and it makes his blood go hot.
Great, from almost hate to wanting to punch people for him.
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He was going to follow, too, with her firmly carried against his hip. And he was going to be looking through the footage of the entrance hall as close as Bruce was, probably.
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“Damian.” he said simply, the name rolling off his tongue. “Where is your mother? Is she here?” As he spoke, Bruce crossed the room, coming to the boys.
Bruce obviously thought the most logical answer to this mystery - That Talia had somehow gone behind his back and given birth to the child. He crossed his arms over his chest, still standing There as he waited for an answer.
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Kathy will be those defenses for him if necessary. And when it's done, she will be there for Bruce.
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Too bad Timmy isn't in the room. He may not get along with him but Jason can see where Tim's perspective would seriously help.
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With little expression on his face, he took a good look at the newcomer- a woman, the boy he'd been speaking to previously, and then the other- the one who went to retrieve his father. "I'm surprised you need this many people around. They say they aren't your servants, so what is their purpose?" He looked directly at Bruce, then. "They're definitely not bodyguards."
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"Your name is Damian al Ghul." said Bruce then, his voice commanding the boy and the subject back to something under his control. "That means that you, at the very least, are familiar with Ra's."
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"Correct." He replied. "He was a great man, though not the best at picking for potential." It was clear he held some sort of bitterness toward the other, but there was no evidence as to why as of right now.
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All the while, Damian's eyes never left Bruce's. The child had the stern look of an adult, though only 10.
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A spare. He was a child, and Ra's called him a "spare." She didn't have to see his face to get an idea of just how angry Bruce must be feeling right now.
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He has to suddenly remind himself that he isn't Red Hood anymore. That he can't just go off and do what he wants anymore.
But he really wants someone to pay for calling the kid a spare.
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"... In case my parents didn't have their own child."
He looked toward Bruce, waiting for him to say something again. "Well, father?"
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"That wasn't obvious from the start?" He inquired. Well, he supposed they weren't as observant as he'd hoped. "While it's true I can very clearly take care of myself," He began, placing his hands behind his back. "I've come here to learn from you, father. The league is behind me, so to speak. I've located you to learn what is so great about you."
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