The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

99. The Fight Before Christmas

Author's note: This chapter includes content that addresses suicide. If this topic triggers you, please don't read it.

~~~your point of view~~~

You strolled down the nicely decorated street, listening to the classic Christmas music as you went when a young man bumped into you. "I'm sorry," you apologized before starting to head away, but he stopped you.

"Hey, aren't you the Siren?" he asked. You nodded and brushed some of your hair behind your ear. "It's so nice to meet you! I actually had something that I wanted to give to you in case I ever met you."

"Oh, that's very kind of you," you glanced around nervously. You got a strange feeling from the presence of the man in front of you, but you couldn't place it. He carried a mysterious aura that you had felt before. The man retrieved a black velvet box from his shoulder bag and pulled out a gold and ruby bracelet. "Oh, it's too much! You shouldn't have!" You shrugged your purse back onto your shoulder.

"It's alright." The man smiled kindly and his dark hair and green eyes set you on alert. "May I?" He gestured to your wrist.

"I guess so," you held your wrist out, and he fastened it carefully. "Thank you very much. It was nice to meet you." You ran off and stopped once you had rounded the corner of a shop. You unclasped the bracelet and held it at arm's length. What would you do with it? You slipped it into a trashcan in a side alley before running back to your car and heading back to the manor. You could tell that man and his gift would bring nothing but trouble. After all, no one just carried something like that around on the off chance that they'd meet someone.

A few weeks later, Bruce approached you in your music studio. "(Y/n) we need to talk."

"Oh, of course, Mr. Wayne," you directed your attention towards him as he pulled up a rolling chair.

"Last night, the police found a man dead, holding a bracelet with your prints on it." You could feel the blood drain from your face.

"What?" you swallowed thickly. He pulled out his phone and showed you a photo of the ruby bracelet.

"You're not a suspect, but we need to know who you got the bracelet from."

"There was a man. I didn't get his name, but he looked like Damian. Except he was a few years older and his eyes...they were green." You didn't your best to remember more, but you couldn't seem to provide much more about the mysterious stranger.

"Alright, come with me." You followed Mr. Wayne down to the cave where he showed you a photo of the woman who had been demanding Damian back. You studied the image closely, and you were brought back to the terror that coursed through your veins as you dodged and struggled away from her attacks. Her piercing green eyes had forced you to keep your head down as though you were beneath her. You were beneath her; she was Damian's mother. She knew it, and she made sure you did too. In the end Damian would return to her side by choice or by force.

"She tried to kill me." You mumbled. "She wants Damian back."

"It seems so. Keep the boys near you at all times." He stated firmly.

"But I can't live like that," you whispered. "None of us can."

"There's nothing else we can do."

Why did you decide to do something so stupid? You dodged arrows and weapons as you sprinted across the rooftops of Gotham. While the boys were on patrol, you left the manor, taking your suit and weapons with you. You thought no one would expect you to hide in your old apartment, the location of your childhood trauma, and you had been right for a few hours. Then the league found you. You buzzed your keychain desperately as you ran, but it was no use. Jason wasn't responding. Soon enough you came to a divide you wouldn't be able to jump. The distance between you and the concrete below was nauseating, and you did your best not to wretch. You whirled around to face the army that had been chasing you. You could see the startling green eyes of the man who had insisted on giving you the gold and ruby bracelet standing in the sea of assassins who wanted to do nothing more than have you killed. "You have nowhere to run!" Talia hissed at you. She was right. You stared around you helplessly and prepared for the worst as you drew your escrima sticks. "You have a blade yet you choose such inefficient weapons." You paid notice to Damian's katana strapped to your back.

"I'm no killer." You took a defensive stance.

"Yes, you are. You killed that man by disposing of the bracelet you were given." She jabbed at you with her own weapon and you leaped to the side.

"No! You chose to kill that man! That's on you!" You blocked another of her attacks, but she was more agile and far stronger than you were.

"He wouldn't have died if you took his place! Same with your father!" For a second you hesitated, but a second was all it took for Talia to slice you across your arm. You let out a scream and panted heavily as a warmth seeped over the area, and you knew you were losing a substantial about of blood. "And what about those boys you're so fond of...and my son..."

"What have you done to them!" You hissed through clenched teeth. She kicked you in the gut, causing you to cough violently. Your vision blurred as tears pooled in your eyes from the pain of being cut and losing the boys. Your world had been ripped from under your feet and Damian wasn't there to catch you. Your chest ached hollowly and you wanted to scream, cry, and laugh all at once. You wanted to believe that the boys were alive, that they were alright, but the league of assassins was ruthless. If Talia said that they were gone, they probably were.

"It's your fault. If you hadn't existed, my son would have returned to me."

"Damian would never do that." You connected your sticks together to make a bo staff and used it to support yourself as you slowly rose. "He has more good in him than you could have ever ruined. He may have the name Al Ghul, but he's also a Wayne." You could feel your legs starting to give out under you. "I'll see you soon boys." You whispered before leaning back and free-falling towards the ground. The wind rushed around you and the city lights glowed so that you couldn't see the stars. The world turned silent around you. "When we meet, I hope you'll sing me a song."