Unwanted

8

   Bruce Wayne stared at photos of his oldest and youngest child. They looked happy together. Like a parent and a son, even though, at the time, they believed themselves to only be brothers.
 
   "Master Bruce staring at those photos will not help you in getting your children back," Alfred Pennyworth, Butler, and all around caregivers of the Wayne family, sighed. "May I suggest you 'go' and at least try to talk to them." The Master of the House only put his left hand over his eyes as he set the photos on his desk.

   "I want to Alfred," the vigilante looked longingly at the family he wanted back. "They would only move farther. Yes I could find them, even if they did," he took a deep breath to calm his heart. "No, you're right. They deserve at the very least that.

   While Alfred was talking to Bruce, Damian was being told the same thing. "No I don't want to go. I have everything I need right here."

   Dick only rubbed his forehead, staving off a headache. The child didn't want to leave his newly structured life for "maybe" getting his things. For now Dick relented, but he would win the all out war that would happen when he brought it up again.

The child sighed in relief as his papa let it drop for now. He just wanted to go see John Kent, an old acquaintance, and Colin Wilkes, a newly made friend. Yes friend. Damian Wayne can have friends. He can. (Yes baby. You can. We know.)

   "Just be back by 11 tonight okay?" Dick sighed. He needed a drink. A large, extremely alcoholic drink.

   "Yes papa!" The the front door closed softly.

   "Little brat," dick chuckled before going to get that drink. He felt he was going to need it for more then what just happened.

-yay! More story! Mr. Wayne showed up in this one. Did I get Alfred's speech pattern down? I hope so. It sounds like something he would say. (Nods head to myself) Yeah sounds right.... wait you're still reading this? Why?

         -DS35