Don't Fear the Reaper

8) All Siblings Have Designated Colors... It's a Fact

Nico stood before the grand doors of the al Ghul thrown room in Nanda Parbat. He knew that they knew he was there, they just enjoyed making him wait.

After what felt like an hour, but could have very well been only a few minutes, the doors pulled open from the inside. He stepped into the room, approaching Ra's and Talia, who were standing by the fireplace, before kneeling.

"Rise," Ra's said, turning to face him. Giving a small head bow to the demigod before signaling for the guards to leave.

Talia eyed him. "You returned quickly from your assignment with my son. Was he dead?"

Nico was surprised that she knew the full extent of what the mission entailed, but still responded with a single tap.

The woman hummed before Ra's pulled his attention again.

"At a press conference, someone tried to assassinate the oldest Wayne boy," the man said, seeming to watch Nico for a reaction at the news. There was none. "This, especially in light of the detective's disappearance, cannot be taken lightly. It is my belief that someone is targeting all  Waynes. I cannot begin to attempt to rationalize which reason they may have for doing this, but it cannot stand— not when my heir is among them."

Talia sat down on one of the armchairs. "I would usually request that Damian returns to our care, but I doubt he would come willingly."

Nico frowned slightly behind his mask. "Would you like me to bring him in?"

Ra's smile at him. "No, that won't be necessary."

"I want you to protect my son," Talia said, eyes boring into him. "I do not care what it takes."

Nico gave a stiff nod. He was willing to protect Damian at any cost, but he didn't like what the assignment might entail. "The others?"

Ra's flicked a hand as if to say he didn't care. "Their lives are of no consequence to me. The heir is the only one that matters."

"You will take up residence with them until the threat is neutralized," Talia said. "You will go where he goes. Nothing gets by you."

The woman handed over a letter to him, stamped with the al Ghul seal in dark red wax before dismissing him. Nico swiftly left the room, grabbed his backpack, and was in the shadows before he could question what this assignment would actually entail.

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(know that thing I said last chapter about not combining chapters... well, I am weak).

"Where the hell is my hoodie, you asshole?!" Steph yelled as she stomped into the living room, eyes immediately finding Jason in the corner of the room, covered up to the neck in a blanket.

Jason froze. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Steph walked up to him, ripping his blanket off. "Oh really?"

Jason looked down at the dark purple hoodie he was wearing. "This is mine."

"Bullshit," Steph said, glaring at him. "It's purple."

Jason scoffed. "I can have purple things."

Steph rolled her eyes. "No, you have red  things. We all know that we have designed colors. Dick is blue, you're red, Tim is yellow, Damian is green, Duke is Orange, Cass is Grey, and I'm fucking purple."

Jason groaned. "But yours is so much comfier. Plus, it's a men's 3XL. That's way too big for you."

"It's my lounging hoodie," Steph said defiantly before hearing a knock at the front door. She glared at Jason. "This isn't over."