Mama's little angel

Well, that was unexpected...

It was a chilly winter morning on the second Sunday of December when Y/n found himself at the foot of a tree with a book in his hands. Sitting in the shade created by the thickness of the tree's canopy.

Standing about 400 yards away is a boy that goes by the name of Damien. The boy watches Y/n intensely, attempting to see what happens in his day-to-day life.

Adjacent to Damien is a boy of 13 years named Viktor. Damien listens closely to Viktor's laugh.

"Hey, Garm, who's the loner by the tree?"

Garm gave a sound of curiosity. "I'm not all too sure. Why?"

Viktor smiled. "I want to show him happens to nerds that come to our park."

Damien thought about intervening, however, his personality prevented him doing so.

As the boys approached Y/n, Damien decided to get involved should it come to violence.

It did just that. Viktor knocked the book from Y/n's hands, sending it twenty feet away.

"Whatcha doin 'ere, pipsqueak?" Viktor's friend, Charles, asked.

Y/n stuttered, his voice laced with fear. "J-Just r-reading."

Viktor's friend, Max, quickly decided to poke fun at Y/n's speech impediment. "R-Really, R-Retard?"

Viktor knelt in front of Y/n, a cruel smile flashing across his lips. "Do you know what we do to trespassers in my country?"

Y/n backed up against the tree, Viktor's cold eyes of black forcing him to look away. "N-No."

"We beat them to the brink of death."

Y/n's eyes widen in fear, tears welling up inside his them as he began to shake in fear.

Viktor smiled. "You know what we're going to do to you. Good."

The force of the first punch came as a surprise. The cracking of a child's jaw echoed, coming to Damien's ears, his eyes widening in shock. The next punch drew blood from the much younger boy.

Damien stood up and made his way toward the group as the punches gained speed. By the time Damien reached them, the boy was a bruised and bloody mess.

When the boy lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, his body still as a twig in summer.

Damien tapped a boy on the shoulder and when he turned around, he received a blow to the nose and sickening crack filled the air: Viktor had a broken nose. Graning in pain, the Slavic boy staggered backwards.

Damien was not overwhelmed easily, but with his small body and the numerical disadvantage, he would not escape unscathed.

By the time they were all exhausted, they had managed to get Damien on his knees and had him in their grip. Bloodied and tired, Damien watched them grab and hold him up for Viktor.

Viktor chuckled whilst wiping blood from his face. "So, we have a hero, eh?"

Viktor threw a punch, catching Damien on the lower jaw.

"I asked you a question, richy!"

Damien simply looked up at Viktor and spat his blood into his face.

Wiping the blood from his face, Viktor laughed and shook his head with a smile.

"You have fire, I like that. Too bad its wasted on a dead boy."

Viktor threw another punch only to have his wrist be caught on something. The boys froze in fear as they stared at the boy covered in blood. Viktor turned to his arm to see a strange vine wrapped around it, holding it back. His eyes widen in fear as he slowly turns to see Y/n glaring at him with glowing blue eyes.

Damien stares in awe at the boy before him.

Vines quickly move up the bodies of the boys, earning high pitched screams of fear. As their mouths were covered by the vines, Damien watched a final vine rise and become a sharp tendril that was held their throats.

In that moment, the police arrived to see what was going on, and Batman was notified. Worried for his son, at least subconsciously, Batman rushed to the scene. At the same time, Y/n's mother rushed to the scene.

Seeing the police officers, Y/n began to panic, and tendrils forced their way through the Earth and began to make a mess of their vehicles.

Damien was quick to act, but instead of using violence, he used his voice.

"Don't do it. There's no need to kill them."

Y/n stared at Damien, his eyes filled with rage. "And why not?"

"Just because they hurt you doesn't mean you need to get back at them. Revenge is not always the answer."

"This is not the first time!"

Damien's eyes widen in surprise.

"That may be, but killing them will only ruin your life. Think about what your mother would think."

Y/n's eyes widen, becoming a dark blue, the scenario playing in his mind.

"Mama..."

Damien breathed a mental sigh of relief. "See... that's it. Just think of her and what she would think if you killed three cowards who prey on those that can't defend themselves. What would she do?"

"She...she would let them go."

When Batman arrived, Damien simply put a hand up telling him he was handling the situation. Luckily, his father managed to get the hint and stayed back.

"Now, what are you going to do?"

"I should-"

An officer began to bark orders causing Y/n to tense up and panic once more. His restraint was holding by a thread, his desperation keeping his mind alert.

"Get them under control, they're only making everything worse."

Batman turned to Gordon who nodded.

Taking a step back in fear, Y/n kept his eyes trained on the officers.

"Don't worry about them. Keep your eyes on me. I'm the only one you should be worried about, okay?"

Y/n visibly shook in fear, but managed to hesitantly nod.

Damien slowly stepped toward Y/n. "Just relax, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Are they...are they gonna kill me?"

Damien seemed surprised by Y/n's choice of words. However, he quickly realized that the younger boy was terrified out of his mind at the moment.

Damien continued to walk toward Y/n saying, "no, they won't."

Y/n stood still, freezing as the muffled screams of the boys could be heard from inside their organic vine cocoons.

"P-Promise?"

"Promise."

As the vines receded, the trio screamed for help, only for Batman and Gordon have them removed from the park while Damien found himself in the embrace of Y/n who held him tightly, his fear in control of his body.

"Poison Ivy's child I take it?" Gordon asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Before any of you make any assumptions, they started it."

"There is no doubt about it as far as I can tell from the blood on his face. I trust Batman can keep him in check."

After Gordon walked away, Damien and his father watched the boy twitch as though his nerves were charged by electricity. When the boy calmed down enough, he asked Damien a question.

"Would you be my friend?"