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"SSUUNNGBBOIIE!" --- Damian Wayne
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Jon struggled to keep his hands from breaking Damian's bones as he carted him to the cells. He was glad to walk away when the new guards came; glad to escape Robin's calculating, sure eyes and closed, confident lips.
He walked back to the residential hallway, measuring his steps to not make himself look too eager. If he appeared distressed, his trainer might draw the conclusion that Robin was the cause, and then his loyalty would be in question.
He did not want his trainer probing him on Robin because if he did, then Jon's mouth would open and pour out gasping words about the mark that still burned in his mind's eye. He did not want his trainer to pry into the little sparks that flickered across his very soul when Jon pictured the man with the smooth curl, the soft words, and the safe hands.
He kept his eyes searching but still down and his pace purposeful but still slow.
When he arrived, he paused at Natalia's door. He peeked inside with his X-Ray vision and found no one. Jon fidgeted with his collar for a moment before slipping into his own quarters. He laid down on his bed, facing the direction of Natalia's room and keeping his X-Ray vision on. His fingers travelled up to scrape his chest, where the mark Damian carved onto him once bled but had since healed.
Odysseus knocked twice on his door sometime after, the raps steady and strong. He had to file a run-down with his trainer and list every tactic that went wrong during the battle with Robin before he came back.
Natalia still hadn't returned.
Odysseus opened the door (it didn't lock). His shield gleamed even in the dim lighting as it hung off the holster strapped around his back and shoulder. He took one look at Jon before striding over the bed. "We did good work towards the cause. Good job, Jon." Odysseus tracked the movement of Jon's eyes, then turned to stare at the wall. "Is she not back yet?"
Jon shook his head and sat up. Odysseus took the harness and shield off, placed it against the wall, and sat beside him. "You know how it is."
He did. She was fine, he knew she was fine, but that look that the Queen had given Odysseus set off something inside of Jon. Then Mink, maybe feeling the heat pool inside her chest and wiggle down to her toes as well, stepped in and led the Queen away from Odysseus.
The Queen wasn't committed to the League of Shadows or the cause, she was just another trapped pawn. Problem was, Jon didn't know what color everyone's chess pieces were; just that Odysseus, Natalia, and him were all the same, and that Master was the chessman.
Odysseus pulled his hair out of the bun and slipped the black band onto his wrist. It fell in long, black curls a little past his shoulders. He was only allowed to let his hair down in private. "After I practice my swing, there'll be files to read through for tomorrow, and strategies to formulate."
It was likely then that Odysseus would take his meal in his room and try to avoid people for the rest of the day, then. Even if he could do it under other conditions, he preferred quiet for his work. Jon would honor that and stay away unless called, passing on the message to Natalia when she returned.
Odysseus wove his fingers through the locks, tugging until they stood in formation. "The Demon said we're ready. We performed well. You kept your composure after seeing a figure of your past, and Natalia didn't disappoint."
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Gone
Fanfiction"The people were gone, but their shadows remained" --Ray Bradbury (on his visit to Hiroshima after the bombing) In which children became weapons, adults became monsters, and dreams became nightmares Or, Damian Wayne, now nineteen and desperate to pr...
