Clothed in our grief

Notes And Chapter Forty Three

So as it turns out I accidentally switched two chapters around, my mistake. So this chapter is actually suppose to come out before the recent chapter, and I'm going to try and fix my mistake because my most recent update was actually chapter forty three. I SEVERELY apologise, and I'm trying to fix that right now

CHAPTER FORTY THREE EDIT: THIS IS CHAPTER FORTY THREE, IF YOU'RE READING THIS NOTE AND EVERYTHING SEEMS IN ORDER, THEN YOU HAVE NO REASON TO WORRY FURTHER.

"Hey, (Y/n). Who would win in a fight? Galen Marek of Anakin Skywalker?" Lea asked, opening your bedroom door and standing in the doorway. You, sitting on your bed, with laptop over your lap, and a cup of coffee in your hands.

You had Skype open, talking to Damian.

"Are you talking Galen Marek at his peak of power or when he was Vader's apprentice? Wait, don't you mean Starkiller and Darth Vader?" You asked, confused to all hell about what she was asking. Galen Marek is Starkiller, before Starkiller was even Starkiller.

"I was play force unleashed, yeah yeah I know Starkiller kinda defeats Darth Vader a couple times. Sith assassin stuff, but what about Anakin and Galen? As in Pre-Starkiller, and Pre-Vader. Like as in Anakin cry-baby Skywalker and Galen oh-no-my-parents-are-dead Marek." She continued, closing her eyes and huffing, leaning against the doorframe.

You glanced back at the screen of the laptop to see a very amused looking Damian. Smirking seeing as he could literally see the annoyance on your face. Mouthing a small insult to him before answering Lea.

"Anakin was stronger in force ability, Galen was stronger in physical ability. You do the math." You mumbled, rolling your eyes and trying your best to hide your annoyance. Damian was stifling a laugh, and you responded by tilting the laptop downwards and pointing the webcam in your lap.

"Yeah, okay okay. I'm actually gonna go out in a couple minutes, want anything on my way back? I could bring pancakes or waffles home from the store." Lea opened her eyes again and gave you somewhat of a hyper glint in her eyes. As if she was excited to get out of the house at close to midnight. You just came home from the library not even three hours ago, it gets pretty dark in Gotham pretty fast. And Lea wants to go out now?

"Is this a bad time?" Damain asked, sensing that the topic was going from hobbies to actual things. You peered back down, and saw him leaning on his hand while waiting for an answer.

"Lea, it's nearly midnight. You're not leaving the house without telling me what you plan on doing. And no it's not a bad time, just a bad moment." You mumbled, opening the laptop once again to look at him.

"I'm going to mute you for a moment, okay?" You said, raising an eyebrow and giving him somewhat of a sorry look. Damian sighed in defeat, but nodded and opened his mouth to respond.
"Okay."

You muted him, and he took this as his time to get up and leave. Before muting him, you watched him stand up from his desk and move to a separate part of the room before the video paused. He was wearing a plain black long sleeved shirt with that collar reaching up towards his neck. Was it cold where he was? Who knows, oh well. But one thing you noticed before the screen went black, was a long black and purple bruise on the back of his neck. Like someone had struck him with a baseball bat. You've seen a bruise like that before, on Mason. It's why you were so easy to point it out.

It's what you're going to ask about the moment Lea's done explaining whatever it is she's gotten herself into.

"Okay, you're probably not going to believe half of this. And you're probably going to be super pissed, but," She paused, shrugging in her leather jacket. You noticed the red interior on the inside of the jacket, and also noticed all of the pockets in them. Also noticed how they slightly weighed down. This caused you to raise an eyebrow.