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Damian does what Deathstroke used to tell him long ago. leave. Go to somewhere far away. Not Gotham, not anywhere. Maybe Busan is good. But he is not alone, he is with his beloved.

"Seriously though, what's it like being 16?" Jason asked. It hit him like falling on a mattress that Jason truly never got to know. Damian was quiet for a minute, pursed lips and all. "Not as I expected. Crappy. Not much difference. Not yet. Mother hasn't sent the gift. Don't think she will." He exhaled deeply. Jason smirked and pulled out a small box. Couldn't have been much bigger than his fist. "you mean this one?" Damian's eyes widened as he pushed his brother playfully. "You sneak." But he was looking at the box, opening it like some sacred object being unveiled. "They're stunning," He barely spoke above a whisper as his eyes landed on a pair of emerald studded earrings. "But wait," Jason remarked dramatically, "There's more!" His seconded remark sounded more sarcastic, but the box had a false bottom, which lifting revealed to hold two items: A small needle like object that seemed to act as a a pen, and a collection of daggers that seemed to be enchanted when picked up that grew in size, each with a decorated hilt in a different colour flooded in the essence of a different gem. Both their phones rung, startling Damian out of his awe. Dick and Bruce. The two people they could never tell. ______________ Damian and Jason, along with Cass and a hint of Tim hold a League based secret and the night before he turns 16 Damian is given his tools to complete his mission. Silently rooting for their youngest brother, the three must steer Bruce and Dick away from all the chaos that happens while Damian is initiated. No one will be in character. This entire thing is OOC. Please have read this far.