Roles ➳ DamiJon

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23:01pm EST.

Talia's Mansion.

Somewhere within Europe.

"Leader Talia, your daily report on your son and his... partner are graduating this year," one of the many minions that follow the Al Ghul's without hesitation. His name was Leon, a tall blonde male, whose features parallel that of an Angel's, however, he was a demon hidden with that façade. A perfect wolf in sheep's clothing. His clothes mainly consisted of suits that were blue and a necktie that was rather... unique. He pushed up his glasses, and peered down at a sheet of paper of which was scribbled in neat penmanship about numerous dates and occasions.

A smile, something that was rarely seen upon the lips of the mafia queen, appeared on her porcelain face. "Good... I guess I should visit that tyrant son of mine on his special day." Talia replied, "I will bring him back to where he is truly needed, away from Bruce and his band of immature brats." cold and concise that was how Talia was. She was known for being ruthless, she was a businesswomen, no play. She made calculative decisions and knew when not to attack. She was the queen of the underworld, knowing all the dealings and how to put them to good use, even the weakest thing she could utilise.

Leon's face remained calm and some even mistook him as introverted. He was something like a doll, only acted when he needed too, rather then waste energy dealing with anything unnecessary. "He will be the perfect successor after yourself, Leader Talia."

The final year of high school was bustling with seniors getting ready to depart from the school and join the ranks of adulthood; people were either planning festivals, how to stay in contact with friends and studying for midterms and end of year exams. Damian had been rather annoyed with the amount of people whom had tried to steal Jonathan away from him, reducing their time together. This was shown through Damian's extremely intimidating aura and sharp gazes that made anyone tremble. The year was going by in a flash, just like the previous, such was life. Time was never your friend. A massive sigh came from Billy's mouth as he looked down at his notebook, chewing the end of his pencil, a disgusting habit of his, which Damian did not approve of.

"I don't understand why they have to make the damn exams so bloody long and for what? Something that won't affect us after a year of leaving school!" he whined, flomping himself on the library table. Garfield rolled his eyes and slammed his hands on the desk. "At least your grades are good enough to pass and go anywhere! Some of us need extra help and time!" he snapped, annoyed with how Billy takes things too lightly. "I forgot you're an idiot." Sneered Billy, a smirk on plastered on his face, his eyes weren't as friendly as they seemed. Instead, he looked rather annoyed.

Garfield slammed his hands on the desk again, his face flaming with anger and annoyance. "Shuddup! Take it back now, before I whip your ass to the floor!" through gritted teeth, Garfield exclaimed. The two boys looked at each other, their faces unpleasant and glaring. Electricity filled the room like no tomorrow. "Enough both of you." Growled Damian, allowing them to bicker for a moment Damian kept quiet about the whole ideal, before seeing that Jonathan was about to intervene and decided to stop it before Jon did something rash.