𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍 {𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔧𝔬𝔫}

10

Before he knew it, the groceries were flying out of Damian's hand and splattered onto the ground. He clutched his hand in agony, and he realized he was hit with ice. 

Damian turned around to see his attacker, but he already knew who the attacker was the moment Damian was attacked.

"Mr. Freeze," he snarled, still holding his throbbing hand. 

"So you know my name," the man said, his voice echoing through his helmet, the only thing keeping him alive.

"Well of course I-" Damian started, but then he bit his tongue. He didn't want Freeze figuring out his identity, "What do you want?"

"You." 

Then, everything went black.

~*~

Jon was biting his fingernails. It was an hour since Damian left to get resources. Did something bad happen to him? Did Damian run away because he couldn't stand being in the presence of Damian?

Suddenly, movement caught his eye. Jon peeked out the window to see the suspect running out.

Jon burst open the door and chased after him. There goes my cover, he thought. Soon, he caught up to the suspect and jumped on top of him.

"OW!" he cried, struggling to get up, "Get OFF!"

"You're under arrest!" Jon barked.

"It's ME, Jon! It's DICK!" the suspect cried.

Frowning, Jon leaned over to study the suspect's face. Indeed, he did look like Dick.

"Oh sorry," Jon helped him up, "why are you dressed like a drug dealer?"

Dick sighed and dusted himself off, "The rest of the family, and yours too, by the way, can't stand you and Damian acting like moping donkeys. We had to take some action! So we set you up on this fake stakeout and hoped you guys would figure things out. But I just saw Dami getting taken away by Mr. Freeze."

When Dick first told Jon that this stakeout was fake, anger started to bubble in his stomach. However, the bad news hit him hard, and the anger dissolved immediately.

"We have to find him!" Jon cried, a million thoughts, questions, and feelings emerging.

"Exactly my thoughts, Jonno," Dick said gravely, "exactly my thoughts."