Damian and Titus- A Service Dog Fanfiction

Never.

Damian was keenly aware of the cold air. The window should have been locked. A note was stuck there with coordinates. "Talia." Damian growled.

Jon was in the bathroom but froze. Super-hearing kicked in for the first time.

It was the day before Christmas Break.

"52.5474° N, 62.5000° E 

                                                  Hello Damian. What an embarrassment you turned out to be. Meet me and finish me. Win and I will leave you forever. To the death. Do not inform my beloved."

Batman. Don't tell Bruce.

Damian tied Titus to the bedframe and jumped down three stories into the snow after changing into his suit. He had locked Jon in the bathroom after hearing Jon dial his father. 

He broke into a run, pulling for a drone to come to him in a clearing in the woods where he had stopped to train. He could still see the knife marks filling with pine sap.

Hopping in, Damian flew to Kazakhstan. His mother was no where to be found on the satellite but there was a single thermal image. He landed. Leaving the body heat was a single dead Robin.

"Come out, mother." Damian said, a sai in each hand, arms crossed, as he circled the area in the middle of the pentagram. Talia jumped from a materializing drone.

"Hello, child." She said, a smirk growing on her face as she tilted her head. "Please apologize me for my tardiness. I had some business to take care of." She wiped off a line of blood from her cheek. Not her own. And licked it.

Jon was panicked. He had to break the door down. He was sobbing.

"Dad. He's- he's gone." Clark appeared and swerved the car into the lot. Jon jumped in and slammed the door closed.

"What do you know?" Clark said, gently.

"The pentagram." Jon said, steadily. I heard Damian say something. There's a pentagram in the Middle East.

Kazakhstan. Clark had seen it before.

Bruce passed them on the race back to Gotham. He was in the Batmobile, swerved and drifted to chase behind Clark. He passed him. 

"Park and fly, Clark." Bruce said.

"I have Jon."

"I'll take Jon. Go get my son."

"What about you?"

"I'll be there."

Damian circled around his mother, watching her footsteps. She was trying to manipulate his mind.

"For a child perfectly engineered, you didn't turn out how I wanted."

"At least the Bat chose me."

Talia laughed, taking a swipe with a sharpened sword. "The Bat and the Brat. What a team."

Damian blocked it and shoved her off. They fought long and hard, Damian winning and then losing. He cleared his mind. He knew one thing. His mother never protected her left hip. She did today but not her right. Running and gaining speed, Damian aimed for her heard before planting the sai into her hip. She slashed his stomach and Damian expected panic. Memories. Terror. He felt none of it. Laughing, he spat the warm blood that ran down his nose from a hit she landed, sword thrown to the side.

"Try again." Damian taunted.

Clark made it. He found the pentagram in the sky and dropped down to see a body. A small body. It was Damian on the ground, crawling toward a taller figure.

"Finish me!" Damian screamed. "Finish me! To the death, remember mother?"

Talia screamed and delivered what would be the final blow before Damian rolled and stabbed her through the least lethal part of her spine. 

She stopped and fell back. A sai through her sciatic nerve in the thigh. It wouldn't kill her, but it would paralyze her.

He spat beside her head and lifted a fist to knock her out.

"Stop." Came a voice. It wasn't Clark. It was Bruce. he had beat Clark by a single second. He dropped down before the jet could land.

"Stop, Robin. We. Don't. Kill."

Clark landed, impressed. Looked like he went the wrong way around the globe if Bruce beat him first.

Damian wasn't convinced. He went for a kill strike before hearing a bark. Titus sprinted over.

"FINISH ME, SON!" Talia yelled

"Never." Damian said. "NEVER. Mess with a boy... and his dog."

Damian collapsed and Titus stood over his body, ear stapled shut and bandaged. He sat beside Damian and helped him up. Before Bruce could say anything more, Titus offered his paw.

"Thank you, Titus." Damian said. "Thank you."

Clark helped Damian to the jet before Bruce carried Talia to her own drone.

"Fly home, Talia. YOU LOST." He said.

Flying home with his son, Bruce finally asked.

"What did you say?"

"Never." Damian began. "Never. Mess with a boy and his dog."

END