Ready Or Not Here I Come - A Damian Wayne Story

Chapter 3

Damian woke up in his room. He looked around, wondering how he got there. The last thing he remembered was waking up in the secret basement and reading the threat sent to him on that little piece of paper. He must've fallen asleep again.

The door opened, and Dick peeked his head through the gap. "Damian, you're awake! How you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Grayson. How did I get in my room?"

"Jason carried you up after you fell asleep."

"Todd? He brought me to my room? Why?"

Dick shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't didn't really tell us anything. Just carried you up the stairs and told us he was bringing you to your room. Maybe you should ask him when you see him next."

Damian furrowed his brow at that. "Maybe I will, Grayson. Where is everyone else?"

"They're at the store getting groceries for the house. We certainly needed some. We only had some canned goods left in the cupboards and a gallon of spoiled milk in the fridge."

Damian wrinkled his nose in disgust. Dick nodded. "Exactly. They should be back soon, though." They heard the sound of the front door opening. "See, that's them now. I'll be right back Damian."

Dick ran down the stairs, shouting to the others that Damian was awake. Damian heard a small crash as something fell to the floor and footsteps pounding up the stairs. His door opened to let in Jason, Tim, and Bruce. Dick followed behind, smiling a little. Jason spoke first. "Welcome to the world of the living, Demon."

Dick glared at him. "Jason, be nice." Jason only rolled his eyes.

"I'm glad you're awake, Damian." Bruce told his son.

Damian nodded in thanks and looked at Jason questioningly. "Todd, why did you take me to my room while I was asleep?"

Jason scratched the back of his head nervously, turning as red as a tomato. "I don't know, Demon. It just felt right, I guess. Why?"

Damian crossed his arms over his chest. "I'd expect that out of Grayson, not you, Todd. You surprised me."

Jason looked surprised himself. "I did? Huh." He smirked. "I, Jason Todd, surprised the great Damian Wayne. It's a miracle!"

"Shut it, Todd, before I shove my sword through your heart and make you."

"Damian," Bruce warned.

Damian turned to him innocently. "Yes, Father?"

"Don't let me catch you saying something like that again, or I'll ban you from Alfred's cookies for a week."

Damian scowled and looked away. "Yes, Father."

"Thank you, Damian." Bruce said. "Now, do you have any idea who would have access to the dagger that was in your suitcase?"

Damian crossed his arms even tighter as he looked at his father. "My mother, possibly. The one who used it on me, or the owner of the blade. Other than that, no one I can think of. No one alive, anyways."

"Damian," Dick asked suddenly, looking him in the eye, "can you tell us the story about how you got your scar? It might help narrow down the search."

There was a long pause as Damian stared at him, a scowl on his face. "I was sparring with Deathstroke one day because my mother had ordered it, and he got the upper hand on me." Damian said finally.

There was a dead silence as the others processed this information. Then Dick spoke. "Damian, that wound could've killed you! You're only a child!"

"Grayson, a lot of wounds could've killed you too, as Robin or Nightwing. And if you call me a child again, I will personally kill you."