The Other Demon

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Demetria's P.O.V.:

Closing the door, we look around the room. Walking into the office, we're greeted by the beautiful view of Gotham. In front of that view was the CEO's, our father's, desk—scattered with neatly stacked papers and two monitors. Off to our left was a beige couch placed up against the white walls, next to a bookcase. To our right was a closed wooden door, surrounded by two framed paintings, leading into another room.

"Quite promising," Damian says looking around. He walks over to the desk and sits in the chair, swerving the chair to face Gotham City.

"It looks nice from up here," I say walking over to Damian while staring out the window.

We continue to look out the window until Damian gets up from that chair and walks away. I look over the city, wondering how something that looks so beautiful from up here, is in reality a horror show face-to-face. As I'm busy thinking to myself, I suddenly feel a cold, then stinging sensation on my cheek. I move away from the sensation quickly, in fear, just to see my brother holding up an alcohol wipe. I sigh in relief.

"Get back here before it gets infected," He says pulling my arm.

I stumble towards him, almost losing my balance. He dabs the wipe onto my wound and throws it out in the disposal bin next to the desk. He then walks over to the first-aid-kit on the desk and digs for ointment and a band-aid.

"Where'd you get the first aid kit?" I ask him.

He points over to the now open wooden door across the room as he rummages through the kit. Through that door, is an all-white bathroom, shining with cleanliness.

"Come here," Damian says moving my face towards him. He dips his finger into a small jar of ointment and rubs it onto my wound, proceeding to add a band-aid to cover it up.

"I could've done this myself, you know," I tell Damian as he places the band-aid on my cheek.

"I know," he says picking up the first-aid-kit, "but you were busy ogling over the city." 

He walks over to the bathroom and places the kit back into one of the cabinets. I sit on the chair and lean back, picking up one of the papers on the desk and reading over it. Setting that paper down and picking up the next one, I've realized that all of the documents contain similar proposals by other different companies. Some proposals asking to combine their companies and share stocks or work on projects together for "the good of the people". I picked up two documents, both proposing that they share stocks with Wayne Industries and putting them side by side, comparing them.

"What are you doing?" Damian asks, now walking out of the bathroom.

"Looking over these documents on father's desk. I'm going to assume that he hasn't looked at these documents yet, or these stacks are the trash pile," I say showing the documents to my brother. "This company is willing to only give 10% of their stocks to Wayne Industries while the other one is willing to give 30%," I say picking up and showing him the corresponding documents. "Even though 30% is better than nothing, the company is full of shallow people who feed off of the population's money and never give back. Not to mention that their company is collapsing due to supported rumors on the media and horrible work ethics and projects."

"So they're trying to leach off of father's company to save themselves," Damian says glaring at the document. I nod in response, putting both of the documents back onto their respected piles.

After placing the documents down, I turn my attention to the two monitors in front of me. Turning them on, I begin to access our father's documents and records on his company. Accessing the documents, I go through each of the company's divisions until I come across the business revenue of all divisions in the Research and Development portion of the company.