Tw: forced medical procedure
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But I refuse to let you make me feel like I can't fly
Not only will I soar again, I'll own the fucking sky, yeah
Middle Finger, Bohnes
“Are you ready?” his father asked, leading him toward the cursed building that held his fate. He did not speak, instead letting his stony face answer for him. “Damian.”
Damian sighed, and looked into his father’s eyes, whose face held only contempt for his attitude. “Yes, father. I am well prepared.”
Bruce Wayne did not look convinced, if the hard look in his eye was anything to go off of. “Damian, you know that this is for your own good, and that only good things can come of it. It is how I met your mother, after all.”
Damian sighed, fighting to keep his face neutral as his father spewed his usual tale of love and how Bruce Wayne met Talia Al Ghul.
As if both his parents weren't currently sleeping with other people.
As if they both didn’t know full well that his parent’s meeting was a fabricated lie they told the press to be more “famous”. That, in reality, his parents had met at an illegal organization meant to kill any and all soulmates. Although… There was always a chance that Damian was a better actor than he thought.
Perhaps his father didn’t know that Damian was aware of what really went down in the Labs. That would certainly make things easier.
“Removing your Connection will only lead you to a greater path. The path of a true leader.” Bruce paired these words with a raised eyebrow, seemingly looking into the very core of Damian’s mind. Perhaps the older man did know. That would certainly coincide with Damian’s luck. “If we truly want to get rid of the… well, you know… then the Connection is too dangerous to have. It is a weakness.”
Right. Because taking away any capability of Damian feeling emotions ever is better than a supposed “weakness.”
Damian looked away, toward the busy road, before his father could read his thoughts on his face.
They reached the door of the building without any more words spoken, both too lost in their thoughts, although they were thinking very different things. Damian was planning out escape options. Ways to get out of this. Bruce was congratulating himself on a job well done, thinking of all the pretty men and women he would celebrate intimately with.
The door opened with the press of a button.
They entered the building. Thus, sealing their fates.
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The first soulmate connection ever discovered was between known criminals Bonnie & Clyde. Historians are sure that soul connections existed long before this, but between war, religion, and the witch trials, nothing can really be proven.
Bonnie and Clyde were the first known soulmates because of their ability to connect with each other’s pain, no matter the distance between them. Historical newspapers and stories say that the couple always seemed to know when the other was in danger, even if danger didn’t seem obvious.
This was first made evident during a robbery-gone-wrong, when one of the bullets ricocheted off a piece of metal and hit Clyde in the leg. Seconds before the bullet would be shot, Bonnie had reportedly screamed, clutching her wrist. She’d then call out a warning to her lover, who was then shot.
After one hostage told the story, hundreds of others like it began to appear.
This began the phenomenon of soulmates.
Statistically, every 11/25 people would have a Connection. The Connection allowed them to feel when their soulmate was in danger.
Some would go out and search for their soulmate, putting themselves in random dangerous situations every time they met someone they found attractive.
Some would allow fate to work everything out, going about their days, occasionally praying if their wrist suddenly burned.
Some actively avoided danger, not wanting to hurt their soulmate.
Some hated the idea of soulmates altogether and ignored any and all pain they got. These were the ones who searched for a way to remove the pain.
An answer never came, until 2092. When Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul met, and decided they would figure out a way to remove the Connection.
And they were successful.
Turns out, certain people can see the Connection. These people were hunted. Some were stolen from their families. Some had no families to be stolen from. All, though, were used to help create 10 goggles that allowed you to see the line between you and your soulmate. Each goggle was passed out to the 10 governments that still existed.
The people who could see the mark disappeared without a trace. Bruce and Talia would leave no proof of the evil they’d done to create the goggles.
Every single person who helped in the creation of the goggles would die unexpectedly, cause unknown.
Bruce and Talia became the lucky two to survive. The only 2 people in the world who knew the history of the goggles.
Well. The only 2, except for Damian.
But. One day.
One day soon.
He’d share their sins with the world.
It's just a matter of how and when.
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His wrist was burning. Painfully, agonizingly burning. Like the red hot fire of a thousand suns.
Okay. Maybe he’s being a little dramatic. Maybe.
It still hurt though.
He gently pushed up his sleeve, looking for a mark that wouldn’t appear. Somewhere, somehow, his soulmate was about to walk straight into danger. And he was unable to do anything about it.
One of the most powerful people in the country, and he couldn’t protect the one person he was fated to be with.
What the fuck is the point of a role as high-ranking as his then?
…
Damian’s heart was pounding in his ears as the scientist stared at him with the blank look of someone who’d lost all will to live. He briefly wondered if this man had gotten rid of his Connection, or if he went home every day, hoping that he’d find them.
He stopped those thoughts quickly. He did not want to humanize the scientist who’d take away the one thing that had given him hope in the future. No matter how unfair it was to the scientist to treat him as if he were a monster. He knew that this man was only in this for the money.
Damian wasn’t sure if that was better than doing it for some other reason, though.
He watched on through unfocused eyes as his wrist was wiped clean with an antiseptic cloth. Thin tiny scissors clicked in the gloved hands.
The scientist flipped the goggles down. They leaned in closer, adjusting the sleeves of their white overcoat as they did so.
The door exploded.
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