[ON HOLD] Two Sides of the Same Coin (Damian Wayne x reader)

Chapter 13

 I swept sweat and rain out of my forehead, my eyes focused on the road. I was driving a car on the slippery road far away from Gotham. I glanced at the rear-view mirror. Damian was asleep – or more like sedated – on the back seats. I had tied him up and took out his weapons that I let on the forest ground. I was on my way to a small airport, where a private jet was waiting for us.

My eyes went back on the road. Rain was pouring on the windscreen, the wipers not fast enough to chase it correctly. But I didn't really worry about car crash right now. We were in the middle of the night with a storm going on. Not many people would be on the road.

I looked at the dashboard to see the time. I bit the inside of my cheek. Our little talk had taken longer that I thought. Now, I had less time to put distance between us and Damian's fucking real family.

My knuckles were going white around the steering wheel as that thought. Why did it upset me so much, after all that time? He had found a replacement, so what? Good for him.

Good for him if he thought that I wasn't good enough for him to come back! My teeth dug into the soft skin of the inside of my cheek. My training time came back as flashes in front of my eyes. I went through so much for him, even after he left for his father. Talia made sure I was ready to take my place as his sword and shield. I did so much for him, thinking through pain and humiliation that it was worth it because I was his family. Because he was my family.

The ungrateful bastard. His words playing in repeat in my head. How could he even mentioned Nyssa? How could he even said he knew the League? Talia was worse that his grandfather. She made me do ... things. She put me through so much, for him, repeating that he would come back and take his rightful place and that I would be perfect as his right hand.

But he never came back. He even fought against it. He chose another family. And he left me. And he got the nerve to say the word 'promise' to me once more? How dare he? How?

I shook my head to clear my mind and quickly turn the steering wheel to avoid going out of the road and smash against a tree.

Why was I so emotional? I had kept my feelings locked for so long. Why now?

I heard a groan and glanced back at the rear-view to see Damian moving a little in his sleep.

Eyes back on the road, I forced myself to take deep breathes. The tip of my tongue licked at the blood drops forming on the inside of my cheek.

Nothing he said mattered. My mission was what mattered. My mission. Focus.

I took a sharp turn on the right, leaving the asphalt road for a muddy and uneven track. But as mud splashed around the wheels, I saw in the corner of the rear view a dark point growing and growing. I cursed under my breath. They were nearer that I thought.

I speeded up, the small building of the airport appearing behind some sad-looking trees. When the car reached the building, I quickly stop the car. The Batmobile was at the beginning of the track.

I left the car and opened the back door. Damian was still unconscious. I lifted him with ease on my left shoulder and walked past the building, the rain drenching us. Behind the building, a small plane was on the runway. Looking around, no one was there, as I had ordered.

I had known how to fly since I was sixteen. It was a small plane with two seats at the back. I was about to reach for the door when a sharp pain bloomed on my right tight. I groaned, looking down to see a Eskrima stick dug into my flesh. I looked up to see three silhouettes on the roof of the small building.