Her Escape

4-New location, who dis?

Where in God's name am I? The faint beeping of what I assumed to be some sort of medical device rang repeatedly into my left ear, nudging me back into consciousness. After having had finally allowed my mind to return to a functioning state, I immediately used my ears to see if I could figure out where I was. Almost immediately I picked up on some sort of conversation. Between what I assumed was a young man and a young boy. Sensing they were far enough to open my eyes without getting caught, I allowed them to quickly shoot open, which I immediately regretted, since a bright light immediately overwhelmed my vision.

Despite the pain, I quickly blinked away the dryness and tears from my eyes, and as my eyes quickly adjusted to the light, immediately analyzed my surroundings. I was in a white-ish room, with a white ceiling, a black door, and grey tiles. It almost looked like a hospital room, however there was one clear difference. Which was, the unsettling atmosphere in the room. Looking down at my hands I noticed they were strapped to my sides, and I quickly worked to unlocking my wrists, and then unlocking my feet, and slowly moving off the bed. As I got closer to the direction I heard the voices, I immediately picked up on the favt tbst they were talking about me.

" You shouldn't have allowed her into here in the first place, tch. She could be a spy for all we know" the young voice from earlier, sounding quite irritated, argued.

" We'll question her when she wakes up. For now just let her recover. She'll probably be up in a week or less" an older voice, much calmer had responded back.

I crept up on the pair from a distance, far enough to not be seen, but close enough to listen and see them. The two males appeared to be related, likely father and son. The younger boy had curly hair, tan-ish skin, and although his age likely prevented him from being fully ripped, he was quite muscular. On top of that, he also leaned more onto the taller side, or maybe I'm just short. Looking over to the older male, it was needless to say that he was immediately intimidating. Tall, muscular figure, not pin straight, but not fully wavy hair, the resemblance between the two was very noticeable, which strengthened my assumption that they were related.

But then suddenly the boy whipped around, facing me completely, and even though he shouldn't have been able to see me at all, I immediately tensed up.

"Show yourself right this moment." He ordered. And so, realizing I didn't have much of a way out of this, and nothing left to lose really, I stepped out from behind the wall, and inched towards the pair.

The tall man sighed, pinching his nose before turning to me as well, and so after coming forward, but maintaining a reasonable distance, I started to question.

" Who are you?, Where am I?" Questions who's answers I desperately seeked fled my mouth, eager for any answers I could get. Though, despite how eager I was, I maintained a cold, bold-ish attitude. Not daring let my guard down.

The taller man perked up, and responded with a stern " I believe we should be asking you that question." His furrowed eyebrows either meant confusion or aggravation, but nonetheless, after a brief moment I had responded.

"My name is Ashely.. Ashely Al Ghul".

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I never thought my name could be this important. I muttered to myself, watching the chaos unfold right before my eyes.

In the 3 hours that have passed since I told the 2 my name, a lot has unfolded. And when I say that, I mean that the rest of what I assumed to be their family had arrived, 3 boys, all with different traits but all similar, in some odd way. 2 of them were currently yelling at the older man, whose name I learned to be Bruce. The other, Tim I believe, was trying to make small talk with the young boy from earlier. Worst of all, everyone was discussing me. From pointed fingers, to gestures, to odd name calling, everyone's attention was directed towards me for some odd reason. This had been going on for the past 2 hours, and between those two hours I had been contemplating wether or not I should speak up. Deciding id had enough, I took in a deep breath before proclaiming.

" Can you fools all calm down for just a minute and inform me on what the fuck is happening here?!"

Immediately, silence.

Everyone had turned to look at me, and if this were some sort of cartoon like Lady Thalia had showed me, Im sure a tick mark would have popped up on my forehead.

Bruce, the older man, cleared his throat, making everyone turn to him.... Well, everyone but the tallest guy. There was what I assumed to be the middle child, with black hair and a white streak, along with a black jacket. His eyes, that kind of looked green now that I can see them clearly, stared me down for what felt like hours before unexpectedly saying
" She's absolutely adorable, we should keep her. "

In that moment I wasn't sure if I should ignore it or take it as a compliment, or react in any way. But I chose to ignore and turned to the oldest man with a questioning look. "Hello?" I interrupted the silence.

The young boy from earlier, who looked extremely mad questioned me " what do you mean your last name is Al Ghul. That's impossible."

I furrowed my eye brows in confusion " what do you mean impossible. Why is it so shocking that that is my last name. "

To my response, the other man, with black hair, blue eyes, and a kinder aura responded. " I think he means how did you get it." Although that was supposed to clear up the confusion, it only added to mine.

" I'm lost, It was passed down to me through blood. It's the name of my grandfather." It was true. I received my last name through my grandfather, since when I was a baby my real mother found out she couldn't take care of me, because she had to take care of her son, his name was Damian I believe,and didn't want to risk me being killed, she gave me to her sister, whom I view and call my mother, and since then I was raised by my grandfather and mother

" Your last name can't be Al Ghul, because that's my last name. " The young boy from earlier responded again, finishing his sentence with a "tch". And although I found how irritated he was irritating, his words prior meant far more.

Taking In a deep, shaky breath, I questioned cautiously. " I'm sorry... Is your name Damian by chance?"

The boy looked at me, eyes studying my every action. " What would occur if I were to say yes" he slowly quizzed.

That was the most confirmation I need though, as my breathing got more raggedy and I mumbled out a quick " holy shit"

The tall boy from earlier, with the white streak, and the other boy, with really bad eye bags both turned to Bruce and yelled " you have ANOTHER secret kid?!"

A/n. Okay guys so boom low-key when I read wp books I judge and I leave like not like hate comments but like I judge yk cuz evb judges. But like high key rs I'm not putting up with hate comments this year 😭