Damian's Sister

The Offer

~The Offer

Dick walked down the hall, his phone to his ear. "I'm sorry, Kori, really, but I'm stuck babysitting." Pause. "No, I'm not kidding. You're wearing what?" he whined. Bruce owed him big time. "The red one? With the lace? And the thong? Please. Don't tell me any more. Tomorrow night, I promise." He continued towards his newest brother's room, opening the door. "We'll-" and it was empty. He checked Daire's room: empty. "Bruce is gonna bust a blood vessel."

His phone buzzed. Alfred. He answered it, not bothering with a greeting. "Master Dick, it's Batman. He needs you."

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In a dark alley, a woman screams.

A thug pounds away at her husband as the second holds her back.

"Please don't hurt him," she begged.

You bastard," her husband curses, managing to throw a hit in. But it was futile. The thug kneed him in the gut.

"No!" she cried.

The thug beating her husband walked over, twirling his knife in his hand. She struggled to get out of the bigger one's grip but remained trap.

"How about a dance, old lady?" the thug suggested, using the knife to pop off one of the buttons on her shirt.

A bat-a-rang flies through the air, knocking the knife out of his hand. He stumbled back in surprise.

The small, new Robin lands on the thug with a grin, knocking him down.

"Mind if I cut in?"

The guy holding the woman shoves her away, pulling out a knife of his own. He charged at Robin, who deflected the heat and gave a few powerful and painful blows.

"Grab your husband and go." The tone wasn't friendly or soft, but the woman didn't wait, helping her husband away from the scene as fast as he could manage.

The thug charged at him again. And Robin took him down by dislocation the shoulder of his dominant hand.

"Get up, so I can hurt you some more," the boy commanded.

"Enough, man. We give up," the thug surrendered.

Anger still boiling in his small body, Robin proceeded to kick the man in the face. "Who said surrender was an option?"

The men's eyes widened with fear as Robin picked up their knife, twirling it expertly in his gloved hands.

Yet, Robin paused.

"What are you waiting for, Robin?" a deep voiced questioned. It was the same man as before, with the Dollmaker. "Men like this don't deserve to live. I won't finish it for you this time. The decision has to be yours."

With sirens in the distance and the thugs shivering in fear, Robin was a few seconds late in chasing after the armored man.

"Wait. Who are you?" he asks, chasing after him.

Sparrow scoffed, shooting a net to trap the thugs before following her brother.

"My name is Talon. Come on." The make their way to the roof, Talon leading them to a wide, opened room.

"What is this place?"

"Home." Talons turns on the light, allowing Robin and Sparrow to easily look around. "You can speak freely here. My respect for Batman and all he's achieved is high. But there are lines he won't cross. Perhaps out of fear or some misguided moral code. There are no lines I won't cross in order to reach my goal.