Freed from the Demon (Damian Wayne x Reader) Book II

Chapter 4

Alright alright alright. I'm back from vacation and it has been voted to make shorter chapters! This chapter has about 1300 words. I usually try to make 2000-3000 words per chapter. If it's still too long, or too short, please comment and ill make sure to fix that for future chapters. 

And if anyone can help me with a cover I'd be so freaking grateful, I don't really make good covers. >.<

HP

It was late in Gotham City. The dark sky was littered with light pollution making it impossible to see the stars. Within the city everyone was within the comforts of their homes, citizens were tucked away in their beds, asleep next to their partners or near their children. The pets roaming alone in houses. Or to the unfortunate people who had no bed, they slept where they could. Park benches, under bridges, or not sleep at all. Let alone to wander the streets of the infamous town. Few cars were alive on the road, driving to their next destination. The town was considered asleep. 

The same could not be said for the Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne sat in the middle of his youngest son's room with his, adopted, son aiding him with the deep wounds inflicted on the billionaire's body as the two waited for Damian to return. Their alone time was cut short as a window opened and said the child appeared. He noticed his father covered in white bandages that were reflecting the lamplight emanating from the ceramic on the nightstand beside him.

"What happened to you? Are you okay?" The boy ran towards the two men. His cape flung behind him as he approached them.

Bruce grew a sour face, he knew an argument was going to break loose, "You don't get to ask questions. Now, where the hell were you?" His harsh tone not fading. The tough-love approach. If you could identify their relationship as one with love then that is what he was attempting to do.

"Out," the stubborn Robin answered, not to either of the men's surprise.

"Where?"

"Just out," Robin leaned forward.

"'Out' has suddenly become a far more dangerous place," his blue eyes gazed at the sai in Robin's utility belt. He snatched it and Robin took a step back. "What's this?"

"That's mine," Damian barked. The green domino mask crinkled at the nose from his frown.

"I don't think so."

The boy began to sass back, "So, what are you gonna do now, build a dungeon and lock me up in it?"

Bruce seemed to be done with his son's bad attitude. "Despite what you may think, I'm your father, Damian, not your jailer."

"A biological accident doesn't make you my father," Damian snapped. "And it sure as hell doesn't make me your son."

Dick widened his eyes at the fire growing in front of him but kept quiet and finished the stitching. He knew not to get in the middle of their fights. It happened before and Dick took notes. He almost felt bad for Bruce. But, he knew where Damian inherited his stone-cold stubbornness from. And since he never grew up with Talia, there was only one other possibility.

"There's a school in Switzerland," Bruce continued to lecture his son, "Run by a retired general who knows far more than I do about boys and discipline." He stood up and looked down at his son. He began to walk away. "Try this again, that's where you'll be spending the next year." He warned as he left the room.