System Reboot || DC

Chapter Twenty-Five

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The First of Many

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It was midday on a relatively warm afternoon. Jocelyn, with the aid of crutches, slowly paced up and down the long corridors of the Wayne mansion. Getting used to the sensation of putting weight on her legs for periods of time. Sometimes going as far as to walk without crutches to see how long she could last.

She usually did this with the help of Jason under the excuse of him being less busy than the others. Mainly it was so she could talk to him about their secret training that they were going to start soon. He was really invested in the whole idea.

No one could really complain, though they wanted to, because it was up to her what she did and with whom. Besides, they trusted Jason to be responsible and not push her. He was too much of a simp to upset her.

However, today Jason was out living his life. Leaving Jocelyn to her lonesome. Left to do her practices by herself as the others were busy too. Tim and Bruce were at a meeting, Dick doing some job (he's got too many to actually name), and Damian...

She actually didn't know where Damian was.

"Jocelyn, are you around here?" Came Alfred's call. The older man was becoming more and more like family to her, and the mere sound of his voice put a smile on her face.

"Over help Alphie!" She called out, resting against a decorative chair. She started using the nickname Jason used because she liked how his mustache would twitch whenever she said it.

"There you are," He approached from around the corner. He came to a halt beside her and sighed when he noticed the sweat collected on her brow. "Please don't push yourself too much. The others are bad enough. I don't need another reckless child in this home".

His scolding came from worry and care.

"Okay, Alphie. I promise."

With him reassured, Alfred reached out a thin arm and tried to help the wobbly girl. Jocelyn frowned when a numbing pain prickled her legs. Damn pins and needles.

"Need me to bring the wheelchair?" He asked with a creased brow.

"No need," a voice interjected. Damian soon visualized further down the hallway. Walking toward them at a steady but relaxed pace. He wore a green oversized shirt and grey sweatpants. Dark hair flat against his forehead and dripping with water. Giving a soft boyish charm. 

"It's no problem rea-" 

She was cut off by a "tch" sound and a following "Shut up."

"Rude," She cast a small pout his way. Damian stopped to stand by her side patiently, not bothering to provide his usual snide remark. With his constant staring and Alfred's akward witnessing, Jocelyn sighed and gave in. Raising her arms slightly above her head to let the male do as he wished.

Triumphant, Damian stopped staring and bent down slightly. Pressing an arm behind her legs and back before swiftly scoping her legs up from under her. Lifting Jocelyn into a secure bridal carry.