Damian was doing morning workouts the next day. For some reason though he couldn't get Rogue out of his head and then, he suddenly remembers that he doesn't remember seeing her with her sketchbook. He put his workout on pause and went to the entertainment room. There he found the raggity old book Rogue was scribiling in the other day. He picked it up. Most of her picture were extreamly.....deep and had a lot of thought put into them. The one that cought his attention the most was a tombstone that said 'R.I.P Love' there was rose that was mostly white and it had a dagger on it. There was strange writing on the dagger and....blood that had tainted some of the rose.
Damian then fliped to the front of the book and it said:
If found please return to
Rogue Rayla Fierce at 174 on Oke road down Hazle lane, room 100.
Damian rolled his eyes. 'Dumbass, putting your full name and address in a stupid little book.' He thought. He then put on proper clothes and went down stairs.
"Pennyworth I need you to take me to this address" He said showing his the notebook
"As you wish master Damian" Alferd said.
Damian was let into the limo and he just looked out the window as Alfred drove. When the got to Oak road Damian's face scrunched up. They were in the worst part of Gotham. There were abandond houses left and right and gunshots and police sirens were heard around every coner. As they turned down Hazle lane it got worst with gang signs painted everywhere. When they reached the address Damian was disgusted with how unstable and ugly the five story apartment building looked.
"I'll call if I need you to pick me up. " Damian said.
"Alright master Damian, try and stay out of trouble." Alferd said.
"Will do." He said as he turned around and waved Alfred off.
He walked in to the building which had an eerie feeling. He went up several flights of stairs until he was in front of room 100. The door looked better than all the others he passed but still in pretty bad shape. He knocked on the door firmly.
"Who is it!" A high feminine voice said.
"It's me..... Damian, from the other night. " he said.
He heard several locks come undone and then the door swung open. There stood Rogue in spandex shorts and a black and white button up jersy with the number 25 on it.
"Hi!" She said her eyes lighting up. "Come in, come in! My mom is not home right now but you can hang out I guess. Oh and what brings you here?" She said hurriedly.
"You left your scetch book." He mumbled.
"Oh... thanks sooo much!" She said. She then gave Damian a huge and a kiss on the cheek.
A blush came over his face." That was unnecessary contact." He said irritably .
"Alright then... Well is that all you came for?" She asked shyly.
"I can accompany you for a while." He said.
"Cool! I was just painting you can help me!" She said with a grin.
The two of them walked in to the apartment and Damian took a moment to observe. The place was small but organized. There was a couch that was in front of the tv and with a book self on each side with a lamp at the top of both. There were a few pictures of Rogue and her mother around but he noticed no pictures of her father. The place was painted a beige color which gave the place a some what warm felling even with the lack of light. The two lamps were lit but thoes were the only lights seen in the apartment except for in the kitchen. The light in there looked like it would go out soon with the small buzzing noise it made.
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Her Pride,Her Thoughts,His Change
Fanfiction~Damian Wayne Fanfic~ Rogue Fierce is a girl that lives in the worst part of Gotham. She was poor and has a single mother that is 15 years older than her. She never complained about her life and she thinks she had it pretty good, even if she has no...
