Current ages:
Tim 24, Jason 28, Dick 33, Bruce 66, Damian 21
With: Damian
Where: The Temple
When: Six years after Damian was kidnapped
P.O.V. nobody
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Damian was sitting at a desk. White, forest green, and black, like everything else in this temple. He was contemplating the discussion he had earlier, the one with Laura. it was honestly more him just screaming then talking but, that not the point.
The room he's in has a king size bed, four massive book cases each filled with century old books, and the desk hes currently siting at. his brain was running a mile a minute, Who dare send information to his father? Who was willing to commit treason against him?
whoever it was, he would be having their head for this. he learned the hard way, that treason was worthy of death. Damian didn't take kindly to people back stabbing him. Then again, who does.
Still damian couldn't get it out of his head that someone was dumb enough to go against him. His mind was clouded and in any situation, that was bad.
He needed to find a way to get his mind clear. Almost out of thin air he had an idea. Immediately, he set the pencil, that he wasn't using, down and stood from his chair. Moving to and quickly opening the door to his room he stepped into the hallway.
There were about five soldiers going down each side of the door. Turning to the guard directly to the left he said "Fetch my beloved for me. Tell her to bring our sweetest beer, also." With a nod the guard left and damian returned to his quarters.
Five minutes later
Beloved's P.O.V (didn't think I'd do it did you, hehehe)
"Andrew be a dear and memorise this letter for me. When you know it by heart inform me, also, burn it once your done." I say as I hand a folded piece of paper to him. He gave me a weird look before nodding. Andrew was my favorite guard, he understood me and though he was only five years older then me, he practically raised me.
He had just arrived telling me beloved wanted me and some beer at his side. So of course I abandoned everything I was doing to fulfill his wishes. He is not someone to go against.
Currently we are walking towards the "AL ghul" quarters or Beloved and my room. Honestly, I would prefer "Wayne", even though I only know one, it's just so much more smooth. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as we approach the door.
"I'll be out later. In one hour" I say as I lift my hand only to rest is on his shoulder" come get me. No. Matter. What.". He nodded answering "Yes. I understand, now go, your "beloved" he said with quotation marks "is waiting for you".
I chuckled as I opened the door to the room. There he was, my beloved, sitting at his desk across the room. With a sigh I called out to him "I'm here beloved. Come sit with me and let's talk."
I enter further into the room, walking until I reach the bed and sit down. Watching as he gets up and walks closer, he sits on the bed an grabs a beer before diving head first into what he's think.
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Tim 24, Jason 28, Dick 33, Bruce 66, Damian 21
With: Batfam
Where: The Batcave
When: Six years after Damian was kidnapped
This is like an hour after the last chapter, when the batfam got the message.
P.O.V. nobody
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Dick sighed, "Guys, I can't think of anyone we know that would send us this. Jason could you please
re-read the message again". Jason was getting iritated with dick, he's already read the message like five times.
"No!!" Jason says with a hostile tone. "I've already read this five times. Read it yourself." He says before throwing the paper at dick. In a rush Dick's arms flail trying to grab the paper.
He fails.
The paper falls on the floor and he has to bend down to get it. "Rude. You no I'm getting old, Jason, I can't keep bending down like this." He says in a joking voice. Jason snorts out a laugh "yeah right. Whatever just read the dang message."
In a second Dick's face switches from joking to serious. "OK here goes . . ."
(Letter)
He's your son and he's changed,
At this point I don't know if there is anyone good enough to change him back.
I have spent my days doing my best to support him in any decisions he makes.
What I'm doing for him now, isn't helping him.
I need to know, that you really know him, that you really cared for him.
Only then, can I give you our location.
Keep this letter secret or I'll be found and killed.
On January 3 go to the oldest warehouse in Gotham to receive the next letter.
With a sigh dick set the letter next to the bat-computer. Bruce finally decided to mention something on the letter.
"Ok, let's lay down the facts. It's obvious their talking about damian, they probably don't know us considering, their questioning if we care about him, and damian has changed somehow. None of this looks good." After that, everyone looked as if they had been shot down.
They had no clue what to do. And then dick had an idea.
"Hey guys, I know what to do. Why don't we . . ."
Hey guys sorry this took so long to get done. I was really stumped and had writers block, still do actually. That's why this chapter sucks. I tried something new as you can tell. I did "Beloved's" P.O.V. and i think it went well, but it was hard to write it. I dont know if I'll write in someones P.O.V. again. Anyways, I'm really sorry for how short this chapter was.
Like last time please:
Comment below,
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And I'll write yall next time :).
Till then.
P.s. I don't own any of the previously chreated characters. That's all on DC. I only own my oc's like (beloved, and the guy from like the prolog, and andrew). I'll edit it later.
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