The Devil's Daughter (Damirae)

Chapter 3

Damian's Journal:

I had worked on it all day and all night. A grand total of 21 hours went into the setup I had made. I was a little bit too proud of it.

I have never been the kind of person one would expect to willingly help someone with emotional issues. I am usually very rude to people. I usually don't care about feelings. My own or anyone else's.

But in the end I still wanted to help people. And as much as I would never admit it, I actually cared about Logan: still do.

I looked one last time over my masterpiece. And then walked out to prepare for what was about to happen.

Raven's Journal:

I had readied myself to talk to Gar. I didn't know if this would go well. I almost wanted to leave well enough alone and do nothing about it. Sounded better than a plan made by Damian to help someone with their emotions.

But I couldn't do that. Garfield had spent months in the dumps about this. We needed to help him somehow.

I walked up to his room and knocked on the door.

He came up to the door to answer it.

"What's up Raven?" He had a smile on his face, but I could tell he had been crying.

"Damian has something planned in the training room. He wanted me to come get you."

"What the heck could he have planned? Why does he want me of all people?"

"I don't know."

He came out, a puzzled look on his face. He started to walk down the hall.

For his sake, I hoped this would work better than I expected it to.

Damian's Journal:

Everything was set up. All of my plans were exemplary. All I needed was for Raven to bring Logan in here for...well, for whatever she told him this was. I wasn't sure but as long as it worked...

Speaking of Raven and Logan, they walked in directly now, both with curiosity written all over their faces.

I had everything together. This had to work.

"Ah, Logan. Glad you could join us today. If you would step out onto the floor for a moment while I wok on the controls."

He stepped out on the floor. I now spoke my plans.

"Logan, I have been working for weeks on the first thing I've created in here."

I pushed a button on the panel. A faint purple light, began to irradiate the floor.

"I have set this room up to where I can inhibit the powers of anyone who has them. Basically I can turn off your powers with the push of a button."

He seemed dumbfounded. He had no idea what to do. I then brought up my creation on the panel.

"The next thing I've created took me three hours short of a full day. It was still a hell of a lot easier to create than the inhibitors, but it took a lot of work regardless." I pushed a button on the screen.

Onto the training floor came a spitting image of Deathstroke. It was just a hologram, but it was perfectly designed to look as similar to the real deal as possible.

My masterpiece.

I walked out onto the floor and Raven stood behind me. I said "Go ahead, Logan. Punch him."

Logan rolled his eyes at me-that bastard- and said "Thanks but no thanks, bro."

"Do it."

"What do you think I should do, Raven?" He asked.

Raven looked into nowhere for a moment. I assumed she was thinking about the possibilities. Then she came to her conclusion. "Just give it a few punches. If it doesn't work I won't ask you to continue."

I smirked. At last she was starting to put some faith in me.

Logan threw a perfunctory little punch at the hologram. Now, this chamber had been designed to make these holograms feel solid, even though they aren't actually there. So his weak punch hit the hologram.

But it wasn't enough. " Come on Logan, if you're going to hit him, hit him right."

He threw another half-assed punch.
Now it was time.

"Come on man, this is Deathstroke! The guy who took the girl you loved!"
I shouted.

He now hit a little harder.

"The guy who trained her ruthlessly!"

Full punch. Not a weak little one, but a real punch. It was working.

"Who beat the crap out of her to teach her to fight."

Another real punch. He was fully into it now.

"Who manipulated her! Who tricked her into hating everyone! Who used her to get what he wanted!"

He was now in full rage. Punching, kicking, slapping, scratching, everything to cause pain.

"Who got her to do what he wanted by saying he loved her, than threw her out like old gum!!!"

This went on for ten straight minutes. I was actually impressed. I knew he had pent up emotions, but I didn't know how much. Apparently a lot more than I expected. When it was all over, he screamed in "Deathstroke's" face and walked away crying. Raven followed him.

Raven's Journal:

He seemed happier today. He talked to people, joked around, and spent time with people. He even had one of his foosball games with Reyes. All in all, he seemed like the old Logan.

Results.

No one knew what had happened but Damian, Garfield and I .Everyone knew, however, was that Garfield felt a lot better than he had before.

I had to hand it to Damian: his methods worked.

I was shocked at how much time he put into this thing to help Garfield. It was very nice of him. Damian Wayne was proving to be a much kinder person than one expects. He was sweet and compassionate and...

Goddamnit! There's that feeling again. I had to keep it in. I couldn't let my emotions run wild. It would get the whole group killed. But I felt that feeling whenever I was around him...

And I had just described him as sweet...

Oh god was that feeling... no! It couldn't be that. I just admired him as a person was all.

Yeah that was it.