Not the Role Model Type

Chaptet thirteen

a/n: Damian isn't white, sure he's caucasian thanks to his dad but his skin isn't completely white. Talia, if I'm not wrong, is also Arabic among other things. I'm putting this here because I don't want to white-wash all of these characters.

[Months before, Danica's p.o.v]

She still remembered what it was like, holding her mother's lifeless cold hand while crouching on the ground in a puddle of the woman's blood. The severed head that lay feet away from her body, the blank expression and empty (e/c) eyes that bore no choice but to stare ahead on. The look of fear and sadness was the last look she gave her son before dying, and it was still there.

She remembered asking her brother how he was able to do this without moving a muscle in his facial features. How he was able to so easily kill to woman who birthed him, raised him, and loved him. She remembered his answer, while leaning against the ceremonial sword that he had jutted into the ground for support.Her blood was sliding down the side of it in drops, forming a small pool at the edge of the sword near the ground. The nonchalant look over his face and the blank stare his cold blue eyes that his father had passed down onto him.

The glare he sent Danica, it didn't feel right to see with those eyes.

She remembered her father's face, most of all. The expression he let show the moment his eyes met the lifeless body of his wife. His reaction, how he fell apart. When he's normally a hardass, someone who barely even cracks a smile. But watching him break down like that, spending more time with his work, coming home with bigger bruises and cuts.

Where Danica's father had grown a separation from her brother, in the space he avoided Jaison, that space was filled from Danica with hatred for the older sibling.

He was banned from the manor. Never to set foot inside the building or come onto the property again. But he stayed on the mountain where it happened, stayed with the league of shadows.

Her father wouldn't try to send him to Arkham Asylum, and she knew this. He's too broken right now to do anything when it comes to Jaison. Right now, Danica's father is just an empty shell trying to fill that void by pummeling criminals at night and trying to find them during the day.

Despite all that was going on, he still followed the rule. He never killed anyone while Jaison had changed. He wasn't the one to make the rule, but he followed it none the less. Jaison always had a hard time following the rule, but their father never gave up on him and still tried to show him how to do things the right way.

It never worked. He was power hungry, he had a complex and that was to be in charge. He wanted everything to go his way. Mentally, he told himself he was a good person. Getting rid of criminals, no matter how serious or not so serious they were. The only thing he did wrong though, was kill them. He had a way of taking after his uncle sometimes, but even his uncle got over that and did things differently.

Danica was starting to slip. She was following the rule, but she was punching harder, using sharper weapons, when they got to the hospital they'd wish they were dead, and not just because they're going to spend the rest of their life in prison. But because they were as good as dead.

She had tried to kill her brother. But it never worked, seeing as his title in the league of shadows Danica would have to get through several people just to get to him. Just to see   Him.