Pretty lies and ugly truths

A familiar sight

The group made their way upstairs in the mansion to a room on the far right side of the manor.

Damian had long known where they were headed; he had spent half of his life here, but even with his prior knowledge, Damian couldn't help but get lost in thought as he stood in front of the room he had not seen in the last five years.

I don't get it; why bring me here? What do they hope to gain from keeping me here? I can't be who you want me to be, and I can never be that person again, no matter how much you want me to be.

 Damian kept his head down as he walked into the room, not taking the time to look around the room before turning back to his Father. 

"So, are you gonna lock me in here now?"

He questioned the older man with his arms crossed, not realizing how familiar the sight was to the two men standing before him.

Unaware of the helplessly compromising look on his face, the older of the two heaved a sigh.

"No, you're free to explore the mansion as long as you refrain from leaving the estate."

With that, Bruce left the room to contemplate the similarities between the two people.

After Father took his leave, it was just Drake left at the doorway, and as he watched me, I did the same. He hasn't changed much in the past few years; he's grown taller, still wears his hair slicked back, and hasn't missed out on training. He's much more muscular than I remember, but his sleeping habits haven't changed. I could take him down, but there's no telling who's in the manor at this moment, so the chances of me making it to the door are slim, and I noticed they bared up the windows, so I can't get out through there either.

As I glanced out the door behind Drake, the contemplation of my plans were interrupted as he began to make his way over to me.

"I guess this side of you still hasn't changed, but let me give you a word of advice-"

"ugh,"  I could feel the strain in the back of my head as he pulled my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"Whatever plan you're thinking of won't help you get out of here, and if you think I'd let you go, you're dead wrong."

After saying what he wanted, Drake let go and exited the room, making sure to slam the door as he went.

"Mother fu- ugh!" 

I rubbed the back of my head, trying to relieve the sore strands of hair that had been unjustly pulled.

"Maybe it's time for a cut..."

He whispered, brushing back the long loose ends of semi wolf cut he had going for him.

He went to shower, and when he came out, a set of clothes was already waiting for him.

These must be Drake's old clothes. I can't see anyone else wearing a shirt that says "Send Noods" with a picture of noodles on it.

After changing into a clean set of clothes, I lay down, staring at the familiar ceiling I had hoped never to see again.

Or maybe I had just hoped to see it in a different light.

And with that, Damian clothes his eyes for the night.

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Upon waking up, Damian rolled on his side to look at the time. It was 6 AM.

Just I had thought old habits die hard. No matter how tired I am, my body won't allow me to sleep past 6.

After a while of sitting in silence, there was a knock at the door. It was Alfred calling him down for breakfast.

"Young master Jamie, breakfast will be finished shortly, so please feel free to join us."

And with that, the older man left. While eating breakfast wouldn't hurt anyone, Damian didn't think he was ready to face the long-time butler of the Wayne family, the man he held the most respect for.

So In, stead he just turned over and decided to take a nap.

Later, when he woke up, a tray of food was outside his door. Seeing as he took the time to make the food, it wouldn't hurt to eat something, and with that in mind, he grabbed the tray, planning to take it with him as he went to find a familiar face and an old friend.

Once he entered the manor's library, he headed straight for the back, and as he reached the back seating area, he placed the tray on the coffee table before bending down to reach under the couch, where he found precisely what or rather who he was looking for.

"Hello PennysWorth,"

I greeted my old companion, who seemed to have aged quite a bit in our time apart, but at this moment, he seemed to have regained much of his youth.

"It seems I'm not the only one happy to see an old friend."

I couldn't help but laugh at the many meows let out as a response. I sat on the couch with Alfred in my arms as I lay down, reminiscing about the many hours I spent here reading and taking naps. 

He turned over to look at the couch across from him that Drake once occupied before their falling out. Even if they weren't the closest at times, they immensely enjoyed each other's company. As he closed his eyes, thinking of the past, he was unaware of the eyes that had been watching him since he entered the room.

As Drake watched the youngest Wayne, he knew his suspicions had been confirmed. If he really was him, Drake knew he would eventually make his way here. After another hour, Drake finally decided to take the youngest back to his room. 

Removing the cat with a look of disgust as he took Damian into his arms, making his way to the room. After laying Damian on the bed, he sat next to him, leaning over and reaching out to rub the scar he had made, deserved or not, it was wrong, and he knew that better than anyone else. As he ran his hand over the scar across the back of Damian's neck, he couldn't help but feel he'd rather not see the mark of anyone else, the youngest. 

Before he could dwell on the thought any longer, he left the room of the youngest, shutting the door for the night.

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Timbo man you're confusing me, do you hate him or not?

I'm so tired man (jk I'm bout to play val)

only 2 more chps to go then you probably wont see me until 2024