Bruce watched as his children laughed, fought, tried to kill each other, then laughed again once Alfred put his foot down. It.... was odd. They were acting like children, even with the threat of Talia in the wind.(Damian's POV)
I had never thought I would get along with my father's adoptive children. Then again I never thought I could have my Papa either. But here we are. They like me and I don't have to be anything I'm not. I even get more sleep now, with papa's sleep schedule.
"Master Damian," Alfred called for my attention. "A Mr. Jonathan Kent is here for you." I jump up to go see him. I missed him. Almost as much as I missed papa, Drake and Todd. Maybe a little more if I'm being honest with myself.
"Dami!" Jon smiles widely at me. "I missed you."
"Missed you too," I could feel my face try to get hot, but I always had control of my facial features; so I quickly stopped it.
"I want to see the Batcave!" Jon yelled as he raced passed Jason and into the living room where we were watching a movie. "Are you guys watching Frozen?"
"It's good," Drake defended. "And the storyline isn't wait for a guy to save you." He was the one to choose it, so he had better defend it.
"Yes but I still say the movie isn't as good as you make it," I huff as I'm dragged into Papa's lap. "And Let It Go is a stupid song. The cold never bothered her anyway? How stupid. He powers are the cold it's like saying being light and all around nice doesn't bother Superman."
"You have feelings against this movie," all of them look at me like I was crazy, including Todd.
"I don't like it," I glare at Todd. "So what? I much prefer Mulan to this garbage. Or Brave for that matter."
"You just like Merida," Jon laughed at me.
"Pathetic," It was father's voice. "Damian." I look to see him in the room next to Alfred. "Your mother is here to see you."
I nod and reluctantly follow him. I don't care to see my mother right now, but she is still my mother. Alfred leads us to one of the rarely used 'waiting rooms'. My mother sat in the chair facing the door as if she owned the whole mansion and deserved to do whatever she wanted with it. Then again that's about normal for her.
"My child," her smooth voice rang in the air, like poison in a glass of water. "I've missed you."
"Good evening Mother," I bow to her. "And what is this meeting about?" A flash of anger flitted across her eyes. It took practice knowing what to look for. For her real emotions at least.
"I want you to come back with me," she said passed gritted teeth. Not that you could really tell. "I want you to be with me again."
'She needs me for something. But what?' I turn to Mr. Wayne, "Father?"
"No," he was sitting across from Mother. "You gave him to me. He is mine now."
"But you never wanted him did you," she smiled trying to hit and gouge out all the sore spots in the verbal battle about to play out. Alfred quickly shuffle me out of the room and back to the TV.
I crawled into the closest lap I could find. I didn't care if it was Drake at this point. I was going to be fought over. And it won't be pretty.
"Damian didn't do as he was ordered," My father's voice drawled. It sounded close yet far away. Was it my imagination again? Probably. I discreetly look around to see if he had came back into the room. He wasn't there. I caught Todd's eyes as he did the same. I shrugged it off as my paranoia when he raised an eye brow, "Hn."
"What have I said about becoming an Uchiha," Jon pokes me in my side without looking.
"You don't have a Hn translator book," I pout at him. Why does he have to make me talk? Hn is a perfectly acceptable language. All the Batfamily talks it, or at least understands it in Papa's case.
"Can we watch the Fox and the Hound now?" Papa asked happily. "It's so good. I cry every time."
"NO!"
- sorry it's been so long. I had to rewrite this ten times to get it this good. Though if you see something wrong with Talia al Ghul then tell me. I think I got her correct and as true to character as possible. But I'm not sure. Thanks for reading my rant. I'm done now.
-DS35
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FanfictionDamian Wayne knew he wasn't as... liked, as his older siblings. It didn't mean he didn't try. Because he did. Why can't the rest of them see that?