Ready Or Not Here I Come - A Damian Wayne Story

Chapter 2

Damian didn't wake up until Dick shook him gently and told him the plane was descending to the runway. He looked out the window and saw that he was right.

His brothers were looking out the windows excitedly, wanting to get their first look at Orlando, Florida. Damian had been here before on a mission from the League, so he already knew what it looked like.

Once they were out of the plane they went straight to their rental car and drove to the building Wayne Enterprises owned for traveling employees and their families.

It was a big, blue house with white trim. Inside, the living room had a comfy feel to it with the soft blue walls and luscious carpet the color of cotton. The other rooms were just as comfy with varying colors as the living room. The upstairs hallway had no carpet, just green tile with matching green walls. The bedrooms had carpet, though, and Damian immediately chose the room with black carpet with gray walls with black designs on them. They were the shapes of animals of all kind.

He claimed it as soon as he saw it. "Mine!" Damian yelled, throwing his bag on the bed.

Dick whistled when he entered the room and saw the animals on the wall. "Wow, Damian. You're lucky I wasn't here first. Although it is a bit dark, don't you think?"

Damian shook his head. "Nope." He ran into the room and jumped onto the bed. "Now get out, Grayson."

Dick saluted him sarcastically. "Yes, sir." He left to find his own room shutting Damian's door as he did. Damian glared at him through the wood. He sighed and looked at the ceiling. It was a plain white color. He closed his eyes, thinking about his past and all that he had done. He lifted his hand and felt his scar again, it leaving a dent in his otherwise smooth skin. He sighed again and opened his eyes thinking about the case they had come down here for. He had a feeling he knew who was taking all the missing people but he wasn't sure quite yet.

He got off the bed and glanced at his suitcase, deciding he'd leave it until after supper. He went downstairs to find his father in the kitchen attempting to cook a meal. "What are you doing, Father?"

Bruce jumped a little, not hearing his son come down the stairs into the kitchen. He looked at him. "I'm cooking dinner, Damian. Or attempting to, at least."

Damian raised an eyebrow. "I thought cooking was Grayson's job. Why are you doing it instead of him?"

"Because I wanted to try, Damian."

"But you don't need to, Father. Grayson can do it much better than you can."

Bruce raised an eyebrow at that statement but let it pass. "Damian, what if we were stranded in the wilderness and Dick was to injured to cook?"

"Someone else would have to do it instead."

"Exactly. So it's a-"

"I can cook."

Bruce blinked. "You can?"

Damian nodded. "The League taught me. It was a necessary survival skill."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "And how did they teach you, Damian?"

Damian crossed his arms. "The same way they always did."

"And how did they always teach?"

"The way they were told by my mother." Damian said coldly. He left the room and returned to his own. He moved to unpack his suitcase when he felt he was being watched. He looked around the room warily, looking for any sign of an intruder.

There was none. He saw no sign of an intruder but there was something different about his suitcase. He frowned and walked over to it. It was partly unzipped. His eyes narrowed as he thought back, trying to remember if he had unzipped it at all today. He hadn't. Which means someone had been in his room while he was downstairs. He reached his hand to open the bag when there was a bang on his door. He snatched his hand back in surprise and opened the door. It was Dick. "Supper's almost ready, little D. We're having lasagna."