Damian Wayne X Reader ; Wings of Destiny

Metting his mom

When I woke up, my head was spinning. I was tied to a chair that much was clear, but the rest was a mystery. I couldn't see much more than the bag in front of me. My other senses kicked off as I tried to understand more of where I am.

"She's awake" a gruff male voice called out.

"Good" A woman this time.

The bag came off of my head and like in any movie my eyes squinted at the sudden light.

"Why hello, (L\N) sleep well?"

The face of the woman became more clear as my eyes adjusted. Her eyes were... like Damian's!

"My name is Talia Al Ghul, I am Damian's mother"

Figures.

"Derelinquas nos!"

Was that Latin? I have no idea. My mind started to go blank with fear as it slowly dawned on me the gravity of my situation.

Fear started to creep up into me, and when she picked up a giant bone saw panic struck. I fought my restraints with a strength I didn't know I had, she grabbed my arms and laid me down on my stomach. Cuffs stopped any movement I could make struggling won't help me here. The fear was indescribable as the woman, Damian's mother approached. As my wings forcibly came out of hiding, there was no telling of what would come next.

First, it was the skin. Pierced by the jagged edge of the bone saw, the pain was the worst thing I could imagine. Tears fell from my eyes as the blood and pain seeped out from the feathered skin. I knew I was screaming but I couldn't hear it, my vision was blurring and my mind was blank. All I could focus on was the pain.

Next, the muscle, cutting through the next lair of flesh, with each push and pull more and more wad sliced into and ripped apart. Bloodstained my feathers as the excruciating pain continued, my teeth gritting as my consciousness started to slip.

Now came the bone. It took a lot more grippe to saw through it but it gave me a break from the pain until the cycle continued in reverse.

I had no idea how long my agony continued, I didn't even realize she stopped cutting. My voice was so sore I stopped screaming a while ago feathers were strewn on the floor. Giving me a pang in my heart, I just realized how much they were apart of me.

Just when I realized how much they meant to me, just when I got accustomed to them being there.

They were gone.

It's not fair.

I looked behind me at my lost wings, destroyed, detached from my body. The warm blood was dripping from my back and I could taste it in my mouth.

'I must've cut my cheek open, my head really hurts'

The lightheadedness was making me queasy.

'I need to throw up'

But nothing came out, my throat was too sore from screaming, my adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, now that the excitement was over it was fading. And the pain was coming back for another round, there wasn't a way to fix this... to fix the loss of my wings.

My consciousness was finally starting to slip and the world around me was fading.

My wings...

I saw two soldiers taking my wings away the once beautiful feathers were stained with blood. I feel a needle sewing the stubs on my back together to stop the bleeding.

The wings Damian called beautiful ...

My consciousness slips away.

Talia held the wrapped wings in her hand.

Cash came from the other side, along with a horrible deranged laugh.

"Thank you soooo much little lady! I'll take those off y'alls hands!"

Talia snatched the cash away and pretty much tossed the wings to him.

"What's wrong with your voice Joker?"

"You don't like miners?"

"That's a cowboy"

"Oh," More laughter.

Talia shook her head.

"Next time do your own dirty work."

"I'll keep the end of my deal don't get your sword in a twist!"

Talia glanced over to (Y\N) passed out on the table, dried blood attached to her skin.

Tears falling down her cheeks.

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