An Assassin's Guide to Family

Chapter 50: Present

————— Damian's POV: —————

We arrived in a large cave covered in tech and bats. It was tacky.

I looked over at the man who was supposed to be my father. He was carefully removing the mask to his suit.

Orca knew this man. She trusted him.

The words replayed in my head over and over, but as the man turned to look at me I couldn't help but feel disgusted. She'd been uncomfortable with him obviously, so why would she lie to me. What made him and my situation so bad that she would feel the need to lie?

I leaned back in the chair as I stared at him.

"You hoping your heat vision will start soon?" He asked, lowering his mask onto the table that connected to the computer.

"Just seeing what she saw in you." I said, narrowing my gaze. The man who I recognized as Bruce Wayne watched me carefully.

"'She' who?" He asked, walking over to me. One thing I noted was that he was proficient enough in silent walking. He was no where near as good as Orca or I but he was good enough.

"Orca" I said confidently. "My... the girl who dropped me off." I said, watching as he pulled over another spinning chair to sit in front of me.

"Orca? Do you know her real name?" I paused, shaking my head.

"She stayed hidden, even within the league. Only mother knew her name, she was the one who introduced her to the league anyways."

Bruce's lips pursed. "Well, her name is Persephone Jackson. We called her Percy."

As much as I wanted to know her name, hearing it from someone else felt like a violation, like it was a contradiction to some unknown force. I decided to focus on the later part of the sentence.

"We?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Bruce watched me, a small huff leaving his nose.

"Are you hungry?" I shrugged.

"Mother gave me food a few hours ago." Bruce shook his head.

"Come on. Your clothes are fine." I nodded as I followed.

He led me to an elevator. The two of us went up slowly before we stopped. The doors opened to reveal a nice office. Bruce out his hand on my back as he guided me out of the office. The two of us continued to walk down the halls, passing by some photos of Bruce as a kid. I did see a semblance to me and father.

We eventually made it to a set of stairs. It was then that I could hear talking. Bruce sighed, his face gaining a look of annoyance.

We walked in silence as we began approaching what looked and smelled like a dining room. I could hear unfamiliar voice speaking loudly.

"Fucking- ass- Dick! I'll bite your fingers off if you don't return my favorite mug by tomorrow! Don't tell me you don't have time! Your boyfriends a fucking speedster, he can very well drop it off for you!" One yelled, his voice dark and angry.

"Can you two get anymore uncivilized-"

"MY FINGERS??! THEY ARENT PROTEIN BARS DUDE!"