They Gathered around a few paces away from the threshold of the kitchen, listening to the commotion of dishes and smelling the delicious aroma of food wafting out of the kitchen.
"What is he doing?" Tim whispered
"I don't know," Dick returned.
"He's preparing tonight's dinner." They turned around to find Damian with a less-than-impressed look.
"This is a lot for a simple Saturday family dinner," Stephanie said, still trying to figure out the collective smell.
"It is not a simple dinner," he said as he walked past them to the kitchen, opening the door but not stepping past the threshold. The others came up behind him, looking inside. As chaotic as the kitchen appeared, Alfred had an aura of control. " My fiance is attending."
"Your fiance?!"
"Yes, the madam is attending this evening," Alfred said
"We need to prepare."
"I couldn't agree more, Master Bruce," Alfred said, patting his hands on his apron. He picked up some papers and began to pass them out to the others.
"What is this?" Tim asked
"Chores. We must prepare the house for the lady's arrival. I'll have nothing out of place."
"Alfred, this isn't-" That look, that look that tells you to shut up and nothing is up from questioning.
"Nothing. Out. Of. Place."
"Yes, sir," Bruce said meekly, knowing his place in this situation. The manor was now Alfred's, and everyone was falling in line. Their chore list was relatively short, just telling them to clean up their specific areas, mainly their bat things. A smelling cleaning crew was already working its way through the house.
"What about Damian?" Stephanie pointed accusingly at said person. He just glared at her finger.
"Damian already has his duties." Damian pulled out his car keys, dangling them.
"Where are you going?" Jason asked.
"To tend to my fiance," and with that, he left, leading his siblings and father in the capable hands of Alfred. All will be well, hopefully.
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Damian entered the apartment as quietly as possible, putting the garment bags on the kitchen table. In the living room, Syn lay across the couch, eyes closed, with an open book on her chest. " Do you plan to sleep all day?"
"No, I was seemly resting my eyes while waiting for you."
"I have arrived," he says, entering the kitchen. She gets up, putting her book-hidden dagger on the coffee table.
"What did you bring?"
"I have five dresses for you to choose from. They should match the shoes you already have." He replaced a sandwich he had just made in front of her. " Eat. Then, we take a quick shower to start getting ready."
"The dinner is in several hours." Syn did not play into the myth of females taking hours to get ready. She doesn't like the idea of people waiting for or being late. If it was trained into her by the Lwague or her family, she did not remember, but it stuck.
"I want to debrief you on the family. Your information might be stale, but I want you to be adequately prepared. Plus, I want you to have time to try on all your dresses. Properly pick one."
"I trust your choice."
"I want you to have an opinion," she sighed. Syn hoped he'd pick something, and she wouldn't have to pick something to impress his family. She'd go by his taste. But now she had to dress to impress, but casually and appropriately. She could do it, but she would rather Damian do it. He was more artistic anyway. She just wasn't in the mood.
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The Arrangement
FanfictionDamian Wayne x OC!Female Damian Al Ghul Wayne, as a boy he was told he would grow into a promising young man and rule the world and as a ruler he'd need someone to stand by his side. To prepare for this an arrangement was made between the Al Ghul C...
