The Haunting Of Wayne Manor

Illusions

A/n: Two updates in one day, I'm shook.

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To be honest, Jason didn't believe a word Tim said, and he still dosen't. After Tim claimed that a picture fell, and on the back of it in red pin, it said: I'm watching you. Or some crap like that.

And soon after he said that, he excused himself, saying that he was going to go tell demon brat. 

Now Jason found that pretty odd, Dick did too. The two were usually having arguments three times a day at the least. Dick just looked worried, and said that he was going to bed, and Jason just pretended that he didn't give a crap about what they did. 

So Jason went to the library, and took his seat in a bean bag chair. Usually people didn't peg him as the 'book worm' type of guy, but secretly, Jason loved books. When he was Robin, and not dead, Dick showed him many different books. But the one he loved most was the Percy Jackson series.

So Jason pulled out the series and decided to re-read it all over again. As soon as he was halfway done with the second chapter, Jason heard a thump. Like something falling to the floor. He then felt like he shouldn't be there at the time, so he began to make his way to the door, taking the Percy Jackson books with him.

But then he heared another thump, coming from directly behind him. A cold sweat trickled down his neck and another thump sent shivers down his spine. Had Damian messed with the thermostat again? But once he turned around, a book was on the ground. 

Jason cautiously walked up to it, and gently picked it up. It was laced with a golden outline, and it showed a beautiful sun, that reflected on the golden lake. The title read: Sun rise. Before Jason got the chance to do anything else, the lights flickered off, only for a moment.

But when they returned back on, the book was diffrent. It was now outlined with red, and the sun was a dark void that bled into the red river. The lights flickered again, and it was all back to normal. Jason had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't going crazy. 

"The fuck?" He muttered to himself.

He shook his head, he knew what the saw, that was no illusion. He then put the book back in its rightful place, perched on the shelves.  He grabbed the Percy Jackson books he dropped to the floor, and left the room.

He needed sleep.

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Tim peeked through Damian's room, the boy was asleep. Maybe that was a good idea, he should go to bed. It was 11:00 anyways. 

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1 hour later.

Damian was awoken by a creaking noise. He quickly went into assassin mode, and made himself as small as possible, melting Into the shadows. It didn't take long for him to realize that it was the door nob. It was jiggling up and down. Damian smirked, he knew that someone was trying to get in, most likely one of the rejects that lived with him.

He always slept with his door locked, even though his brothers could pick locks. At least Damian would be awoken before they came in his room. Then, the door slowly opend. Damian strained his eyes to see if there was someone there. But there wasnt. 

They could have just been using string, or one of Wayne Manors many, many, secret passages. Damian slipped out of his bed, quietly padding across his room. Once he got in the hallway, he saw no sign of Todd pulling open the door. He also checked the passage behind his door, no sign of anyone. 

"Todd, if this is one of your foolish pranks, then note that I didn't fall for the other lame ones." Damian huffed.

No one answered. It could have just been the air conditioning unit messing up, again. As soon as Damian was about to head back to the comfort of his bed, a cold hand grabbed his. The freezing bitterness stung his arm, just like with the photo.

Everything went blank. He felt like he was being brought into surgery, a horrible feeling of helplessness, like he couldn't control his body. That feeling annoyed him to no end. Soon all of it came back to him.

He was on the ground, he looked around. And to say that his room was a mess, was an understatement. The dresser was destroyed, clothes were littered all over the floor, and his sheets were torn off his bed. It was like a bear came through in search of food.

So what was Damian looking for?

Damian curled himself up in a fetal position in his bed. He had a stinging migraine, and every time he tried think of what happend, he got blankness. It was a dark void, he couldn't remember a single event that happend. 

Soon he drifted off to sleep.

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Jk, it wasn't in the same day that I made this, it is now 1:35. Why I wrote this so late or early? I don't know. 

I hope you enjoyed this. Feel free to give me feed back, or check out my other story. It's called hunted. The bat brothers are monsters, and are on the run from the justice leauge, trust me. It is better than it sounds.