The Masked Doll (Damian Wayne x reader)

Chapter 11

I walked into hallways as silently as possible. My breath was short. Adrenaline was running into my veins. I had shot people. I could still hear the screams of the people who came across my path. My mouth was dried.

I finally stopped in front of a wooden door. A name was written on it in golden letters: Dr Strange's Office. It was locked. I bit my lips. There was no one here. I didn't cross the path of anyone in this building. All the attention of Arkham's staff was on the escape of the Joker.

I took a deep breath and I kicked the door. A loud crack resonated as the wood bent. I didn't want to see if anyone heard the sound before kicking it again and again. Finally, the door opened. I re-adjusted my mask over my face, sweat running down my neck. Kicking that door had helped me releasing my fears and anger.

It's with calm that I entered the office, switching the light on. The office was cleaned. There were only a desk, two chairs and three shelves full of files. I began to look around trying to find any kind of files with the name DOLL or OWL.

After spending countless time on the files on the shelves I turned my attention on the desk. There were three drawers. I opened the first two easily but nothing interesting was in them.

Of course, the last one was closed. I sighed. It was so cliché. Of course, it was the last thing I was looking into that was locked. And surely what I was looking for was inside. I drew the handle of the drawer repeatedly; sweat wetting my brows.

"Come on! "I growled under my breath; my arms tired.

Anger and frustration took the best of me. I took my gun and shot the lock. The gunshot was deafening, and I knew that if there was anyone in the building, they had definitely heard it. I opened hastily the drawer, and here it was : a file with a big red stamp DOLL.

I put it on the desk and with shaking hands I opened it to find many papers. There was the same paper I found in Stu's office – the contract between Wycliffe and Arkham Asylum. There were also papers about buildings in a remote area of Gotham near the river, orders of drug medicine and medical tools and lists of names with red notes next to some of them. My eyes widened when I recognized the names of my parents with red crosses next to them. Then lost in the middle of unknown people the name of Count Vertigo was followed by a red ok. At the bottom of the list there was my sister's name followed by a big red S.

My breath got caught in my throat. Something big was happening and somehow my parents where involved and killed. Jessy had figured out and they had sent her somewhere. I wanted to cry, remembering my behavior toward her, not wanting to believe her, when at the end I was the one in the wrong. I was wrong; not her.

My eyes stopped in a paper where I recognized the handwriting of Robert. My heart skipped a bit. It was a contract. Robert had signed this paper, accepting to not opened my sister's coffin. Did Robert was part of this? Did he know what would happened to Jessy at Arkham? Did he know about my parents? A feeling a betrayal invaded my heart. It hurt like hell. I wanted to throw up.

I clenched my jaw, reading the next paper. Again, it was a list of names. My sister was on the list. It ended with the signature of Dr Strange and the signature of a man calling himself The Dollmaker. I was about to read the next paper when I heard a sound. I looked up in fear. I took a step back , forgetting about the file on the desk.

In front of me, stood the man with an owl mask. The one who killed Robert. The one who tried to kidnap me.

My heartbeat echoed into my ears. My mouth ran dry. We looked at each other for a moment in silent. I shivered not knowing where his eyes where under the owl mask. I glanced at the iron gloves with sharp nails. Last time I saw them they were covered with Robert's blood.

There was a possibility that the person underneath the armor couldn't know who I was. My mask covered my face, letting only my eyes to see. But I had the feeling the person knew exactly who I was. If I was right, something big was happening and the people in charge were keeping an eye on all the people involved. I was part of the people involved. I had tried to disappear but after all in the underworld everything can be known.

I tried to regain control over my feelings. I took my gun and aimed it toward him. Then I shot without blinking. I missed. He just took a step on the side, like nothing had happened and the bullet lodged itself in the wall of the hallway.

I shot again and again but he dodged all of them with quick moves. My heart beat like crazy as I understood that I didn't have anymore bullet. He understood it too. He jumped on the desk then toward me, his hands stretched to catch me. I threw the empty gun at him before jumping on the left. The gun hit his mask and I heard him grunted. His nails dug into the wood of the shelves. The desk was the only thing across my way to the door. Now the owl man was behind me. I tried to run for the door but a sharp pain sprang from my left shoulder. I screamed of pain as the masked man drew me toward him, his nails now dug into my flesh.

I reached for my last gun but he knocked it out of my hand and it slipped under the desk. My back hit his armor. I bit my lip before reaching for one of the blades in my boots. His other arm wrapped itself on my neck, strangling me. I fought with all my strength. Quickly I couldn't breath. My lungs were on fire. Black dots appeared in my field of vision.

I felt my fingers wrapped around the handle of a blade. I gripped it and with my last strength I plunged it into an interstice of his armor. Blood splashed from the wound. His arm fell from my throat and we both fell on the floor.

I took deep breaths, welcoming air in my lungs. My limbs were tired and felt like filled with lead. I crawled away from the man who was on his knees, gripping at the knife.

Our gazes crossed and he took out the knife from the wound with a grunted. I jumped on my feet, bumped on the desk as he stood up again, threateningly. Papers from the shelves were flying everywhere, covering the floor.

He was about to run toward me when something exploded and there was smoke everywhere. I saw a dark shadow coming toward me. Sharp nails dug into my waist as I was thrown over the shoulder of the owl masked man. I kicked him in the face but then we were both sent to the floor. I rolled out of the office into the hallway full of grey smoke. My head hit the wall with a thud. I saw white for a second before I tried to sit then stand to find a way out. I was almost up, leaning against the wall, when a body knocked me on the floor again. It wasn't wearing an armor but clothes. It had rolled a few feet away from me. I could distinguish a red fabric and a black cape.

"Robin? " I whispered.

I didn't have time to say anything else. Robin stood up quickly and jumped toward another shadow – the owl masked man. I watched them fight. The man threw Robin in a wall. I screamed at the impact, but it was the wrong thing to do. The man ran at me and seized me. I fought against his grip. He still wanted to kidnap me. His boss wanted me alive.

I grabbed another blade and tried to hit him, but he gripped my wrist with strength. I cry of pain, tears threatening to fall. He made me let go of the knife. He threw me against the wall. My head hit the hard wall and I saw stars. But a shadow came to my rescue. The man let me go. I fell on the floor, unable to move. All my body hurt. I couldn't see what was up and what was down. Everything was spinning and getting black.

I wanted to stand up, but my limbs didn't want to cooperate. I wanted to cry of frustration but I couldn't either.

Everything went black around me and before passing out I felt someone removing my doll mask. 

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