Nightmares - A Damian Wayne Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Arsenal

Songs

Hooligans- Issues

Bored to Death- Blink182

This Girl- Kungs & Cookin' on 3 Burners

###########################

Three weeks later..

After moving in with Jason, Eliza had started going out on patrol with him. For three weeks, they would work together on various jobs. She had even handed her portion of drug lords and gang leaders under her protection to his control. She was tired of all of their whining about how she took too much of a cut from them (it was only 40%).

Jason and Eliza stood on the roof of a warehouse that overlooked a docking port. There was a large shipment for a human trafficker coming in and they had a pretty good idea of what it was.

"Why aren't we going in? The shipment's about to arrive," She crossed her arms, "Do you want him to get away? It'll take another month to track him down if we don't go now!"

"We waiting for someone," Jason growled, "He's late,"

"No shit. If this someone doesn't show up in two minutes, I'm going in without you."

As if on cue, a red arrow landed by her feet and there was a zipping sound, then a thud.

"Sorry I'm late to the party," Eliza turned to see a red head walking towards them, bow and arrow in hand, "Got a little held up."

"We agreed on a time," Jason said, "You're eight minutes late,"

The redhead twirled an arrow in his fingers, "What can I say? I like to make an entrance," He noticed Eliza glaring at him, "Who's this?" He said, jerking his chin towards her.

"Just someone who agreed to help us," Jason replied.

The redhead strolled over to Eliza and held his hand out, "Arsenal, but you can call me Roy," he tried to smile in a charming way but it wasn't working for Eliza.

She pressed a button behind her ear, to retract her mask and reveal her face, "Eliza," She shook his hand.

"So, Eliza," Arsenal dragged her name out, testing it, "Do you want to maybe get out of here after this?"

Jason was suddenly between them, pushing Arsenal away, "First things first: you are not to go anywhere near her," He flinched as Jason was suddenly in his face.

"Sorry, man, I didn't realize that you two..."

Eliza butted in, "Do you not see the resemblance?" In the low light of Gotham at half-past midnight, all he was able to tell was that she had striking blue eyes. That was enough to make a move on her, but now that he was focusing, he saw she looked a lot like Jason, and that meant that she was, very unfortunately, off limits, "Are we going to go? The shipment is pulling in now."

Jason looked at the port. A large cargo ship was docking, "We'll get into position now. Wait for my signal to go," He handed a communicator to Eliza, "It's already linked with ours," She took it and positioned it in her ear. They separated to their positions amongst the already unloaded containers.

Eliza jumped down to the nearest container from the roof of the warehouse, her rubber soles shoes barely making a sound as she landed on the balls of her feet. Her communicator crackled.

"I've got eyes on the shipment," Arsenal said, "Eliza, it's five containers to your left. Jason, I'm sorry but you're gonna have to find your way," Eliza heard Jason growl. She leaped over the gaps between the containers, coming to a stop on her target. There was a group of men below her, speaking in Russian.

"Вы уверены, что это груз?" The big one with a black leather trench coat around his shoulders and a cigarette in his mouth said.

"Как вы думаете, что я идиот? Конечно, это является," The other one with cargo pants and a platinum Mohawk replied.

"и все из девушки являются в там?"

"Да," The one with the Mohawk produced a pair of bolt cutters. He cut through the thick chain on the container and slide the door open.

####################

Sorry it's short! I felt bad for not posting a new chapter and this is what I had. I PROMISE to update within the week.

PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL!!! FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

BTW:  I imagine Damian as this version of Asa Butterfield