"Where's my son".
" Mr Wayne, your son is currently in the interrogation room. You may not seek your son at the moment ".
In the interrogation room
"Tell us Mr Wayne, have you had any alcohol lately" ?
"No".
" have there been any bad influences in your life that have led you to attacking the mayor"?
"Clearly, it was expected".
" what do you mean"?
"Are you that stupid or are you wanting me to tell you every single detail that led me to this" .
"That's the reason you're in the interrogation room Mr Wayne. To speak on how you even got here".
" Look, as long as you understand I was forced to marry a person, that should be enough explaining. I hate my father. My brothers. Everyone. Everyone agreed to this stupidity with no one understanding the life I had. If you want me to start sounding like an idiot, it's not going to happen. Either you get these cuffs off of me now or you'll end up regretting everything".
"What is that ring you're wearing".
" It's nothing ".
" Would you mind taking it off"?
"I'm not doing that".
" is it stuck"?
"No, it's mine".
" Mr Wayne, you must remove the ring for inspection ".
" I can't ".
" like I said, is it stuck"?
"No, it's no" .
"Then why aren't you taking it off. If you are not providing reasoning for having it, then why are you resisting" ?
"It's the last thing I have that belongs to my wife". He looked down and seemed to have been thinking about her.
Though, it was just a face he was putting on. He was an amazing actor. But then again, he was kind of thinking of her. If he were completely honest, he would've wanted to go back a while to when she asked the determining question.
If he had said yes, maybe they would've thought about less yelling. It was done practically all day. Less arguments and such knowing both felt the same way. And, the two would've softened a bit more on each other. Sharing their hate for their biological parents.
" I'm sorry Mr Wayne, I had no idea".
"Now you understand. And, if it isn't to much to ask, can I speak to someone"?
" Yes, absolutely Mr Wayne ". Damian let out a fake soft smile and the interrogator lend him his phone.
He soon left and Damian dialed Jason's number.
" Todd"
"What is it"?
" Get me out of here".
"The fuck? Are you high or something? Go through the front door. Sheesh, can't believe you don't know how to use these damn doors anymore".
" Bitch, I'm not high. I'm currently in jail. And if you don't get me out now, I'll be fucking sent to prison".
"Wait, you're in jail"?
" are you deaf or something? YES"!
"Fine. But, what'd you do"?
" just turn on the television or something. You'll find out through the news".
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FanfictionMarinette was just a normal girl still living in her parents bakery. She loved the idea of becoming a well known fashion designer but was afraid of rejection and everything that stops one from dreaming. And, she was 23. Damian was just not, a normal...
