Ace pov
Damian looks at the boy with dark brown eyes with fury in his bright emerald green eyes ready to hurt him any second
Dw: "I suggest you move Smith" he speaks the boys last name like it was poison in his mouth
M: for the last time Wayne it's Mark and what are you going to do about it Wayne? he whispers the name Wayne as he crosses his arms with a smirk plastered on his face
I look at Damian with curiosity 'what is he going to do? he can't blow his cover'
not even giving it a second thought Damian punches the boy square in the face and that is when all hell broke loose .
Dicks pov
J: "there is no way in hell I am wearing that"
Jason points and glares at the blue sweater in Harleys hands while she keeps a wide grin
H: "oh Jason it can't be that bad it's just a shirt and besides Ace took her time to pick these shirts out for all of you" she gestures to all of us then puts on a little frown
H: "I guess I'll tell Ace that you guys don't like it oh she'll be crushed she really wanted you boys to wear them but I guess I'll put them back" she goes to leave but I stop her by taking the shirts out of her hands
D: "No we like it and all of us" I look at Tim and Jason with a warning glare
D: will wear them as soon as we leave" I look around for Ace and Damian noticing that they been gone for a long time "wait where's Ace and Damian?"
T: "oh they should be o-"
CRASH!
we all look at each other with wide eyes and rush to the sound and clothes were scaterd everywhere. With a crowd starting to form around around my little brother and some boy. Damian had alot of bruises but not as much as the poor boy. And thankfully ace was just trying to yell for Damian to stop. I immediately take action and try to break up the fight while Jason, Tim join me
Ace pov
A: "Damian stop!" I try to yell and push in between the cheering of the people forming a circle around them but Damian ignores my calls and keeps fighting Mark. I notice Mom, Dick, Jason,and Tim run over to see what the commotion was all about. I finally succeed at pushing through the people then go to my mom.
H: my baby are you ok? are you hurt? she searches me for any injuries with worry in her eyes
A: "no mom I'm fine it's Damian who's hurt" i turn my gaze torwards the now broken fight and stomp my way torwards Damian with fury/concern in my eyes
A: "what were you thinking Dami! you don't know if Mark had a knife or any dangerous weapon on him, you could've gotten hurt worser than you are now!"
Dw: "I don't need you worrying about me Quinn I am capable of handling myself unlike you"
my glare softens 'what does he mean by that? is he calling me......weak'
A: "what are you saying Dami?"
Dw: what I'm saying is that your pathetic, your weak, it's like you always need someone to save you and you know what?....I wish that Batman never took pity on you and let you live with us you're just a crazy psycho!
silence.....just straight silence all of the hurtful words struck me like a knife to the heart tears clouded my vision and I quickly run away not caring about the calls for my name I cry uncontrollably 'he's right'
I hope everyone loved this chapter and I am really sorry for not updating on Thursday I was busy doing some stuff so please forgive me
BYE CRAZY GIRL OUT😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄
