Nightmares - A Damian Wayne Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Siblings

Songs:

Colors- Halsey

Баклажан-Timati

ГТО-Timati

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The Red Hood landed hard on the Gotham rooftop. His knees buckled beneath him and he leaned forward into a roll. With a grunt, he heaved himself up from the ground and leaped to the next building. Gravel crunched underneath his boots. Crime had been slow in Gotham the past few weeks.

Demon-spawn must be doing his job. Without notice; a month after stepping down from the mantle of being Robin, the son of the Batman took up a new alibi: Scythe. With this new persona, he was more ruthless than ever. He spent the whole night as his alter ego; locking up any criminal worth his time. The change in his behavior scared the whole family as he withdrew even more from his father, his brothers, and even their butler. Hours not spent training or out on the streets were spent locked in his room.

Red Hood was snapped back to reality as an blunt impact to his side knocked him to the side. A dark figure next to him chuckled.

"A little slow today aren't we, Hood?" Some low-life thug with a Snap-back stood over him, pointing a Glock at his face. Red Hood started laughing uncontrollably. This guy thought the he just stopped The Red Hood.

"What the fuck?" The guy with the Snap-back stared at him in confusion and lowered the gun as he stopped laughing. The Red Hood drew out the pistol latched to his thigh and shot the guy point blank.

Jason stood up, barely glancing at the gray matter scattered on the rooftop. He couldn't even remember why he'd been chasing the guy but if any one asked; the Glock pointed at him was reason enough to blow his brains.

"You just fucking shot my informant," A garbled voice came from the shadows near the rooftop access. A woman clad in black emerged. She had a white braid thrown over her shoulder and a mask covering her mouth and nose.

"What?"

"He was my informant in the Cartel," She said in the garbled voice again. Her voice fluctuated in the extreme high and low pitch. "You just screwed me over, you ass," She stepped up closer to him. Soon, she was only a foot away. That's when he recognized her.

"Nightmare," He smirked, "Don't you have something better to do than meetings? Like maybe sucking some drug dealer's.."

"Red Hood. Or should I call you Jason? I mean, it doesn't matter. Whichever." She started walking towards the already cold body.

"How the fuck do you know my name?" Nightmare crouched over her informant. She inspected him; going through his pockets until she found a thick envelope in his back pocket.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize me," she said, pocketing the envelope in her black leather jacket.

"Should I?"

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Three months ago..

Jason ran his hands over face and groaned. He had just returned from a completely humiliating attempt at save Nightwing's butt in the take-down of a mob boss gone bad. Every member of the mob had gotten away. If Dick had let Jason pull his guns, maybe they wouldn't have. Jason started to undress and hung his outfit on the sofa for the next night. Just as Jason was pulling on a pair of pants to sleep in, the was a knock on the door.

It was a safe house. No one was to supposed to know about or even visit it. He didn't even have an address. He finished pulling his pants on and grabbed the gun off his nightstand to tuck in his waistband. He opened the door, one hand still on the gun behind him.