Family of Bats

The punishment

An- Alright, this will contain a little torture, but nothing to gruesome. Enjoy.

Damian pov

Upon landing a black bag is placed over my head. I know I wont like the next part. A voice in the back of my head is saying that a normal mother would never let her son go through this, but I don't have a normal mother. I believe Todd would use the term: Bitch.

'Do not fear what is about to come Damian. When it will be done, you will be just like you were before you met your father.'

But I don't want to be like that again. I would not dare to say that outloud, but I do meen it. I don't want to be a killer again. After walking for a while I am strapped to a chair and the bag is removed. I reconise the room. I have done some torturing here myself when I was younger, for training ofcourse. The man in front of me is still wearing his mask so I can not see who it is. Saver for him probably. I know what he will do first. He takes out pincers and starts pulling out my nails one by one. It hurts, very badly, but I don't scream. This is mandatory. 

'Impressive my son. I will do the next part myself. Tie him to the wall.' 

I am removed from the chair and chained to the wall with my face to it. I know the next part to but...Why would my mother do this to me herself. Why? I can already hear the whip. I have been whipped before, but never by my mother and never for pure punishment. 

When the whipping starts I bite my lip and just take it. But after the eleventh time I let go a small cry and I can't hold them back untill mother finally stops at twenty. Two assasins get me of the wall and drag me to a small dark cell. My new room. 

'Goodnight Damian. I will see you again tomorrow. Get a good rest. You will need it.'

When her footsteps fade I am all alone. I curl myself up on the small stone bed and try not to cry. She'll know if I do. I want to cry though. I never wanted to cry so bad ever before. I feel this stinging pain. Not just on my back but...in my hart to? Is this what it feels like to miss someone. If this is the case, I never missed mother, but I can't even begin to explain how much I miss father. I miss the way he looks at me when he is proud, I miss the way Grayson puts a hand on my head, I miss the way Todd calls me little demon and I even miss the way Drake laughs when I am fighting with Todd. I miss then so much it's hurts. Why does loving someone has to hurt?

- Time skip to next morning-

'Rise and shine darling. Time for some more punishment.'

Does she have to sound so happy about it?

'Mother, may I ask you something?'

I ask while I follow her through the halls.

'Of course my darling? What's on your mind?'

'Did you truly miss me when I was gone?'

She laughs the laugh that makes men melt and me shiver.

'I did. I didn't expect to, but I did. But now I have you back and you're mine again. Only mine.'

I do not like the sound of that. Not one tiny bit.

'For today's punishment I thought it would be nice to use something old-fashioned. Hold him down.'

Two assasins grap me by my arms and push me to my knees. One of them pulls away my already ripped apart shirt. What is she going to do?

'Hold still honey. This will only hurt a bit.'

She says while she comes back with an... Oh god.

'Mother please, do not do this.'

She smiles while she holds the burning iron in front of my chest. She is going to brandmark me with the old word for demon. A strange sine that will mark me forever.

'Don't worry my son. It'll be over in a second.'

When she puts it to my chest I can only scream in pain. This is the worst pain I ever felt. My world suddenly goes black and I am welcomed by the beautiful darkness.

Thalia pov (yes, I can)

After a long painful scream my sweet little boy blacks out. A normal reaction, but I am a little dissapointed. Normally they last a little longer, but he'll probably do better the next round.

'Take him back to his cell. And take of his shoes and socks. He doesn't need those.'

One of my assasins picks Damian up and walks to his cell. I'm so happy to have Damian back. I should have never put him with his father. Bruce had a bad influence on him. Bruce and those little idiots of him. I sigh. They are gonna come for him. I know. But I wont let them take him again. And if I can't stop them... Lets just say that if I can't have him, well, you know the line.