A week ago, he met his grandfather for the first time in his life. A strange experience for him, considering his grandfather was dead since the last time he checked.
A month ago, he was learning about said dead grandfather. It was the most dreadful lesson he faced. He and his mother were in the Judea desert when he was required to cram in five hundred years worth of information on said dead man.
Three months ago, he spotted his father on a television set as he walked through the streets of London with his mother. The deadweight was supposedly found, from what the announcement said he was missing for a good while. He recalled the annoyance he felt, his father looked anxious and exhausted. If the man was acting at all, he was a damn good actor, the whole thing looked sincere. It was possible that his father found out the deadweight is his son.
Six months ago, his father was proven innocent. It was utter nonsense to him that his father would kill a woman in such a manner. A gun was ridiculous considering what the man could do and the greatest detective in the world couldn’t hide a body? Don’t make him laugh.
Eight months ago, he ran away from his mother and her League of Assassins to help his deadweight brother deadweight to uncover who had framed their father. They managed to narrow the suspects down before he was retrieved.
Now, he was on the run from his five hundred-year-old grandfather. His mother tried to protect him, but he doubted she could keep him from an army of assassins. He was drugged, attacked and chased through southeast Asia. It was a pain for him to make his way back to US soil and Gotham.
Sneaking into the manor wasn’t an easy feat either. His right hand was already bloody from one of the falling metal barriers. No doubt deadweight improved the security, he was always one to give him trouble. He should really kill him for making it so bothersome to come home, but he had more pressing matters to attend to. He would over look it this time.
When he entered the cave, he fully expected an assault from the deadweight, but it never came. The cave was dreadfully silent. He found himself glancing at the keychain-sized alarm for any signs of their father’s return. He needed his father’s help badly and since he entered Gotham, he glanced to this little trinket in hopes that it would tell him if his father was near. The alarm remained silent, not likely his father was home, but he was certain the deadweight or Alfred would know where he was.
With much caution, he hurried up the steps and into the study. There he found the troublesome deadweight reading as if he hasn’t moved since he was there last. With a mischievous grin, he inched towards his brother testing how close he could get before the other realized he was there. The other sensed him almost immediately and quickly rolled away.
Damian couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction the other gave in his presence. In the eight months, the other hasn’t lost his touch. “It’s been a while deadweight.”
He expected some witty wisecrack or sarcasm from the younger boy, but he was greeted with silence. He frowned when he noted the listless eyes. Not a moment later, the boy darted out of the room and down the hall.
“Hey wait!” Damian shouted as he chased. “Damn it deadweight! I said wait!”
The other didn’t stop. He led him into the kitchen one of their neutral zones.
“Master Damian!” Alfred was startled. His return always seemed to have that reaction on the man.
The older Wayne glared at the other and spoke up. “Where’s father? I need to speak to him.”
“Master Bruce is away.” Alfred informed.
“I can see that! Where is he?” Damian snapped. “I need to find him! If he knew what kind of trouble I’m in he’d, he’d…”
“Calm down, what in heaven’s name is the matter?” Alfred asked calmly.
“You try calming down with someone trying to steal your body!”
“What?” Alfred said in disbelief.
“I need help. The kind only Batman can give.” He was desperate.
“I’m afraid I don’t know where Master Bruce is, he hasn’t told anyone his whereabouts when he left.” Alfred answered.
The sound of water could be heard before Damian spotted Terry setting a glass in the sink. It seemed like the younger boy only came in for a drink.
“But I know who might.” Damian muttered as he stormed after the younger Wayne.
“Master Damian! Wait, Master Terry isn’t—”
Nothing Alfred said could reach him, he was long out of the kitchen. He doesn’t know what happened to his brother, but if he were to find his father, he would need all the help he could get. It didn’t take long for him to chase the boy back to the study, when he reached the room, the other was returning the books to the shelves.
“Deadweight.” He called out to his brother again.
“Yes?” The younger boy droned.
“Look deadweight, you can laugh and mock me all you want! But I need to see father. Alfred said he doesn’t know where he is, but you do! Don’t you? I need to speak with father!” Any other time he would never stoop to this level and ask for his help, but he was desperate. There was no one he could trust he could help.
“… He’s working.” Terry replied, his voice still droned with no emotions.
“Is that all you can say?” Damian felt his anger weld up dangerously.
His fears slowly burned away as rage took over. Forget his creepy old grandfather was after his body. If he were to die, he would beat the living hell out of his deadweight brother first. The instant he crouched, his brother was out of the room and down the halls.
o.o.o.o.o
Tim returned to patrol Gotham when Bruce left town. As much as he was furious with Terry, he couldn’t fault the boy for what he done. During his time with Dick, he spent a good portion of the time reevaluating himself and Terry. It was selfish for him to think that a clone would be able to replace his dearest friend.
It wasn’t that Terry didn’t understand his motive the boy knew full well what he was attempting to accomplish. He was blind and Terry opened his eyes to the reality. There was no way he could bring someone back by cloning them And Terry didn’t need to speak to tell him what he sorely needed to know. Terry woke him up by destroying the lab. His best friend wouldn’t have wanted him to bring him back in such a cheap manner. It wouldn’t be him behind that familiar face.
And the fact Terry never brought up the matter to Bruce showed the boy trusted him to realize this on his own. Conner was right, both Terry and Bruce were soft at heart. They may have high expectations, but they were understanding and lenient.
Gotham was not as peaceful as he had hoped. There were already five murders. Someone’s loved ones... Someone’s father… Someone’s son… Tim shook his head furiously as he drove back to the cave on his Red Robin. He shouldn’t think about these things, it would only haunt him more.
When he returned to the cave, he noted something was out of place. There were blood drippings that lead up to the manor. His heart clenched as he hurried up to the study. What if something happened to Terry while he was gone? What if it was another intruder like David Cain? Or worse? Someone who wanted the boy dead… Someone like…
“Damian!” Tim hissed out when he opened the door. The boy looked furious. Terry raced out of the room with Damian close on his tail. “No.” Tim whispered as he hurried after the boy. He could see the bloodlust in his eyes. He wanted Terry dead.
“I’m going to fucking kill you! You stupid deadweight!” Damian’s voice roared through the halls.
“Not with me around, you spoiled brat.” Tim muttered under his breath as he followed Damian’s roar of anger.
o.o.o.o.o
The two brothers ended up in their second neutral zone, their father’s room. Neither was in a state for conversation.
“Y-you think you can run away from me?” Damian huffed heavily in irritation as he tried to catch his breath.
Terry was in a similar state. He had no clue why his body bolted in the manner it did. It was as if it had a mind of its own. As much as he wanted to distance himself from his brother, his body remembered him.
“What? Do you think you’re better then me that you don’t want to talk to me? I just wanted to talk to father damn it! Stop hogging him to yourself!” Damian snapped.
“Jealous much Damian?” Tim’s voice came from behind before a fist sent the boy flying. “Terry, you okay?”
Terry stared blankly at the two as they argued. His body itched for his death tag belt. His fingers twitched for the familiar trigger on the tranq-gun. His hands reached to his side for a flash bomb he knew that wasn’t there. Why was his mind running scenarios on how to take down Damian?
“Can’t stand the fact that we have a father?” Damian growled as he sat up and wiped away the blood from his split lip. “Something you don’t have!” He jumped up and charged at Tim with a roundhouse kick.
Tim blocked the attack and pushed him back. “At least my father wasn’t ashamed of me.”
“That’s so not true!” The other growled.
“What are you doing here?” Tim demanded. “Killing Terry won’t help you with your relation with Bruce.”
“I need his help!” Damian snapped irritably.
“You need help Damian, but not from Terry or Batman!”
They circled one another.
“Hey! This isn’t funny! I really do need help! That old monster is going to kill me and steal my body!”
“What old monster?” Tim paused cautiously.
“My grandfather, Ras al Ghul!” Damian snapped.
“I thought someone devious like you would be up a better lie than that. Ras is dead.” Tim retorted.
“I’m not lying you stupid bird brain!” He had enough of Robin belittling him. His brother will help him whether he liked it or not. A violent bark came from the outside. Damian froze as he glanced to the window with cold sweat coming down the side of his face. “Tt, it’s too late, they’re here.”
“Who’s here?” Tim asked.
Damian didn’t answer as he quickly dropped to the ground and he swept Terry off his feet and promptly kicked him under the bed. “Fucking stay there for all I care! You’re useless now if they catch you. I’ll find father myself!”
Just as he was out of sight, the windows shattered and in came an invasion of ninjas.
“Shit!” Tim cursed as he quickly pulled out his staff to fended against the attackers. “What the hell did you do Damian?”
The other boy drew out his sword defensely. “I told you! The old bastard wants my fucking body! I’m not going to give it to him that easily. So shut up and fight!”
o.o.o.o.o
The manor swarmed with ninjas from the League of Assassins when Dick returned via the Justice League transporter. Bruce warned him that Damian might return to the manor to seek for their help. Ras was back and he was in search for a new body. Which meant the brat hell to their doorstep with half the occupants defenseless against a large-scale attack. He found Alfred crashing through the second floor window when he materialized. He barely managed to catch the elderly butler before he met his doom.
“Really Alfred, fighting ninjas?” Dick drawled.
“Master Dick.” Alfred sighed in relief as the other set him down. “They’re everywhere!”
“It’s okay, I got it.” The acrobat surveyed the area. There was nothing on the ground level, but with a quick glance up and he found a horde of ninjas descending on him.
One after another he made his way through the horde. He tossed whoever dared swung a weapon to his face and knocked out whoever was unfortunate to get in his way. An army of ninjas was overkill for one little boy, even if the little boy was Bruce’s demon spawn son Damian.
“I’m certain you can do this all night, but you have to get inside. Master Terry is in no condition to retaliate.” Alfred said as they dodged at the attacks.
“Hang on.” Dick shouted. “Voice pattern beta active perimeter charge north front!” He fired a grappling hook before the lawn-taser activated. He was grateful that Bruce had the foresight to plant all these traps on the front lawn. “We need to prep a jet, once we’re done here. We’re going on a long trip.”
“Understood Master Dick, please do be careful.” Alfred said as they separated and went their own ways.
Dick surveyed the area and searched for signs of conflict, the fight lead down to the cave. He made quick work of unsuspecting ninjas and hurried down. He spotted Damian and Tim fighting side-by-side against unfavorable numbers. Tim look exhausted, but at the sight of Damian’s attire, he wanted to knock some sense into the boy. Who said he was allowed to wear a Robin costume? He quickly jumped down with two Escrima truncheons in hand and blocked the various incoming swords.
“Thanks for coming.” Tim said gratefully as he leaned against his idol’s back.
“You okay?” Dick asked. “Where’s Terry?
“Losing steam. And hopefully Terry better off than us.” The teen wonder grumbled. “I’d do better if the brat would just listen to me.”
“Your tactics are flawed!” Damian retorted as he kicked a ninja away.
“Such a prince isn’t he?” Tim commented dryly as he and Dick surveyed the situation.
“A demon prince.” Dick agreed. “Fold into position.”
“I rather fold him into a suitcase.” Tim muttered as they slipped into a defensive stance.
“Why are you going on the defense? Are you afraid of losing or are you a coward?” Damian snapped as he kicked off from another ninja.
“He really is a prince.” Dick grunted as he blocked and parried.
“Heir to the kingdom of the damned.” Tim replied snippily.
“I can hear you!” Damian growled, but was unable to do much else.
“Your point?” Tim cried out in pain as a blade sliced past his armor.
“Robin?” Dick shouted, unable to glance back from the assault.
“I-I’m okay.” He grunted, his hand pressed against the open wound on his shoulder.
Damian snorted. “You deserved it.”
“Shut it Damian.” Dick gritted his teeth as he searched for an exit. Tim was exhausted, and it was impossible for him to protect both him and Damian at the same time. The elevators were blocked they had no backup. “Follow me,” He hauled Damian under his arm and launched a grappling hook.
“What the hell are you doing?” The boy complained as they swung about the cave and landed atop the giant penny. “Let go! You’re embarrassing me!”
“You do that fine on your own.” Dick turned to Tim. “On three.” He made a motion before the two kicked the giant penny on their foes. “Where it Bruce when you need him?”
“Ditto that.” Tim added.
“Why don’t you ask the deadweight? I’m sure he knows.” Damian hissed.
“You are not bringing him up now!” Tim growled.
“WE HAVE ENOUGH OF YOU DANG NINJAS!” A female voice roared over a machine gun from the elevator. Within seconds a path was cleared.
“Now what?” Tim grumbled as he spotted three homicidal women surrounded by corpses.
“Probably also after Damian.” Dick muttered, but quickly realized they were not against them. They might actually have a chance now.
“Tt!” Damian hissed as blades pressed against his throat. “A little help!”
Tim turned and spotted Damian’s strife. “Damn it! Stay where you are! I’m coming!” Tim shouted, but he too was soon captured.
“I guess I’m forced to at least thank you for trying.” The boy muttered.
“ROBIN!” Dick shouted, but he couldn’t reach them. The women had fallen, they were all poisoned from what he could see. He couldn’t leave them for death, but he needed to save his little brothers. “Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!”
o.o.o.o.o
His body remained still after he curled up. The kick to the stomach stung. It has been a while since he last felt pain, but it was nothing compared to what he experienced in Cadmus. He was surprised that Damian restrained himself at all. Any other time, the other boy would’ve left him with internal bleeding or something fractured. This kick was nothing. The pain was over almost as soon as it started.
He could hear the conflict between Damian and Tim as intruders entered the room. The scuffle, the battle cries, it sounded like a violent fight. Furniture and glass broke as bodies crashed and slammed into each piece. He stayed still until the noise stopped.
His mind raced amidst the chaos. All this was for Damian. The older boy came back in search for Batman’s help against a body snatcher. From the heavy breathing, the perspiration and the trickle of blood from his hand he had struggled much to reach them. Why hadn’t he stayed with Alfred and contacted his father through the old butler was beyond him.
Instead, the older boy came at him again and again. He demanded him to help him. Why would he want the help of a project? Why was he even in his radar? Damian was the rightful heir to Bruce Wayne. He was just was clone, what position does he have? Why would he bother?
… It confused him greatly.
Damian hid him the moment he senses hell was coming upon the manor. Why would he hide someone he wanted him dead from the first moment they met? Wouldn’t it be convenient to let him die amidst the chaos of intruders? Why did he protect him? Why did he keep him alive? Was it reverse psychology? Had he left him alive to contact Batman for him?
… It doesn’t seem so.
Damian Wayne was not strong in logic or reasoning. Rarely was a thought processed before he reacted. Everything he done up to this point was on whim and in his own interest. What interest did he have in keeping him alive? What merits does he get from doing this?
…
…
…
Terry felt the corners of his lips twitch up as he shook his head. “The idiot.” He whispered.
Unlike the others, Damian knew he shared their father’s blood from the start. He cared little of Terry’s history then and likely the older boy could care less about his Cadmus origins now. To Damian, Terry was his hated brother. He was someone that needed to be eliminated, but with how Damian protected him. It seemed like his death was reserved for him and him only.
“What a selfish brat.” Terry murmured in amusement. Somehow, it felt touching that the other didn’t think of him as a project.
Once the commotion ceased, Terry crawled out from under the bed. It was silent, but the room was a mess. Glass shards from the broken windows and vases, blade marks in the walls and door. Blood stained the floor with debris from broken furniture. It was ten times worse than what he and Damian did on a regular basis. He cautiously peeked through the broken windows and down to the grounds. It looked no better outside.
A bark drew his attention away from the window and he found Ace galloping into the room. His dog had made it through the mess relatively unscathed. The hound sniffed and nuzzled him, excited to see him unharmed as well.
“Master Terry!” Alfred followed into the room in relief as he raced to his side. “Are you all right?”
The man fussed over him as he lifted his chin and patted him down for injuries. Terry felt a flutter of warmth at the elderly butler’s worried eyes. Being a project… meant nothing. He was still Terry to them.
“Come now, we must find Master Dick.” The old butler ushered him out of the room and down the ruined halls.
There were damages left and right nothing survived the violent exchange. Dick was in the medic bay with the strange women when they approached.
“You found him.” Dick looked relieved when he spotted Terry by Alfred’s side. “Is he hurt or anything?”
“Not even a scratch sir.” Alfred answered. “How are the ladies?
“I administered an anti-venom. It looks like they’ll make it.” Dick grinned as he ruffled the boy’s hair. “You’re one lucky kid huh? We wouldn’t know what we’d do if we lost you again kid.”
Terry found himself enjoying the attention very much, despite the person tousling his hair was not his father.
Dick paused as he placed his hands at his hips and turned to the destroyed cave. “I hope Tim and the demon brat is all right…” He sighed and clapped his hands. “All right, let’s get these women to the hospital first.”
“The ladies should be fine Master Dick, but there’s another matter we have to attend to.” Alfred interrupted. “We cannot take Master Terry with us, it’s too dangerous.”
“I know…” Dick knelt down in front of the younger boy with his hands on his shoulders. “I really don’t want to do this, but I need you to stay behind. I know this is asking a lot, but can you take care of yourself until we get back?
“…” Terry said nothing. He didn’t want to stay behind. He walked through the mess and gathered the freeze gun and various little weapons. He wanted to join them, to help them.
“We’ll try to come back as soon as we can.” Dick pulled the younger boy in a one-arm hug. “If the worse happens, call Babs okay?”
Terry did no such thing. When they weren’t looking he stowed away in their aircraft. It was a snug fit and dreadfully long ride, but they reached the Gonggar airport in hours. When they transferred to a local plane, Terry took the distraction of Ras al Ghul’s men in order slip from the jet followed them to the next aircraft. Fortunately, the compartments in the new aircraft were more spacious.
He dared not relax during the trip. The pressure changes in the cabin popped his ears. The irregular flight patterns made him sick to his stomach and he swore he heard the door the roaring winds from an open door at one point. Someone left during midflight.
o.o.o.o.o
Damian pressed his back against the dark caves as he waited for his grandfather’s men to pass. When he and Tim were brought to Ras al Ghul they attempted to fight their way out. He of course left the teen wonder halfway through the fight and ran. Though, he supposed it made no difference when a unit of ninjas captured him not long after.
When he saw Drake again, the other was knocked out, the bruise on his chin looked like a stun punch. He waited in cold terror for the moment his grandfather—no, he will not grace that man with the title grandfather. The man was going to steal his body. His only regret he had was that he didn’t beat the living daylights out of the stupid deadweight.
He thought it was hopeless until his father and mother came and attempted to bargain for his and Drake’s lives. Though, with him and Drake under blade and hold of Ras’s men, there was little they can do to save them. Ras seemed to enjoy games and gave the man a chance to duel him. Naturally, Batman was faster and landed a piercing blow into Ras’s side. The attack did nothing. Ras gave a raspy laugh, the corpse body was only temporary. He was to transfer to a new vessel soon.
Damian shuddered, it won’t be long before the ghoul took his body. The monster offered a chance for Batman to choose which body he would take. Drake or his. He gritted his teeth as he fought against his racing heart. Why was Ras doing this? For a moment, he feared that his father would choose Drake over him. There wasn’t once that he had gained his father’s attention or affection. The odds were against him.
Yet, his father surprised him when he offered his own body in exchange for their safety. Damian wasn’t sure was he proud of his father’s selflessness or angry that Ras would have his father’s body. The old ghoul refused the exchange he wanted a younger body.
With Ras counting down to which body he would take, Batman had no choice but to take Ras to the Fountain of Essence in exchange for their safety. The fountain was a mystical spring that rejuvenates the body without the harmful effects of the Lazarous Pits. He and Drake were kept, as commodity, while they left for the springs, but Ras was not to be trusted.
Not even ten minutes after their departure the White Ghost arrived to detain them. Damian was peeved that Drake actually considered helping Ras for a chance to study the Lazarous Pits.
Damian knew one could never trust anyone over the age of thirty especially those who live more than thirty lifetimes. Oh forget Robin, he has to hurry before they took off. His mother tried to take him to safety, but he refused. She loved him and gave him everything he could ever as for, but truthfully, she never gave him what he needed. Besides, his father was way cooler in his opinion.
“Well, well, who do we have here?”
“Fuck…” Damian hissed before he was surrounded.
o.o.o.o.o
After a taxing ordeal and a stressful epiphany, Tim followed Dick out of the League of Assassins’ cave. He would admit the chance to revive his dad, Stephanie and Conner was enticing, but he knew better now. The dead should be left a rest.
Even so, there wasn’t a moment of rest as they rushed back to the plane. Neither of them had a clue to where Bruce and Ras gone, but Talia was than knowledgeable in their whereabouts. She looked like she just took out an army of assassins. Drenched in blood, her clothes were torn and she rested two giant axes on her shoulder. Their brief exchange concluded Batman and Ras was in Nanda Parbat and likely Damian was captured again. Their rendezvous with Alfred should’ve been a peaceful affair, but Talia noted something strange within the cabin.
“You have a stowaway.” She kicked open one of the compartments before a small figure tumbled out in a heap at their feet.
“Terry!” Tim quickly knelt down to the ground and helped the boy up. “What are you doing here? How did you get here?”
“Hmm?” Talia hummed as she glanced over the small boy. “Is he the missing son my beloved searched for the last few months?”
Tim and Dick tensed as they glanced back to her. To her, Damian should be the only son Batman has. If she thought Terry was a threat to Damian she’d…
“Only in name Ms. Talia.” The boy spoke politely much to the surprise of the two birds in the cabin. “I’m only here to bring medical supplies and assist in first aid. You and Alfred were in a rush when you left the cave.”
“Bring medical…” Dick was speechless.
“Would you be requiring medical assistance Ms. Talia?” He asked.
The woman grinned in amusement. “It seems beloved has picked up a second butler rather than a ward this time.”
Neither Tim nor Dick could relax while Terry was within reach of Talia. The boy deftly treated her injuries with care, but once he was done Tim pulled him protectively behind him. Dick seated himself between them and Talia. Needless to say, they value the safety of Bruce’s youngest. Regardless if Talia saw him as a threat, they were not taking chances. Who would want to be the one to explain to Batman that his jealous love interest decided to kill his son?
Even so, they noticed a certain spark to Terry’s eyes that they haven’t seen in months, but their reunion would have to wait until Bruce was back and the family was whole again.
o.o.o.o.o
When they arrived, the battle has started down below. At this distance, one can only imagine the carnage that occurred. Dick left Terry in Alfred’s care before he and the others joined to help Batman. The old butler scolded him for following them into danger when they told him to stay behind.
Terry said nothing he worried the old butler enough. There was no need to stress him any further. If all goes well, his father, Tim and Dick would return with minor injuries and nothing fatal. If not… he rather not think about it.
Once his scolding was over, Alfred prepped the plane for immediate take off for when they return. Terry on the other hand checked over the medical supplies over and over again to past the time. Ten bags of blood, fifteen rolls of bandages, two boxes of band-aids, thirty-five yards of thread for stitching, six needles, iodine, rubbing alcohol and other miscellaneous items.
He was on his tenth count when a loud explosion came from outside. He hurried to the windows and spotted the valley in flames, but the silhouettes hurrying to the plane lifted his heart. He dashed towards the cockpit and signaled for Alfred to ready for take off. It wasn’t long before the plane dipped with the weight of the three men. He snuck an anxious look from the cockpit, worried for their well-being, but at the sight of his father’s familiar cowl he couldn’t hold back.
“Dad!” He darted forward and hugged his father tightly around the waist.
“… Terry?” The man whispered. “You’re…” He smiled and pulled his son into a tight embrace.
Terry melted into the hug, he finally belonged.
o.o.o.o.o
Elsewhere, Damian woke up from the unwelcoming knockout dealt by his mother. Shortly after he was captured—again—he was taken to Nanba Parbat for Ras to finally transfer into his body. However, this time, his father made no attempt to negotiate.
“Don’t touch my son!” He roared furiously as he attacked.
It was the first time he heard him call him son. It warmed his heart, but he was far from safe. He could only thwart Ras for so long. Not to mention the deranged family war he found himself in. They were attacked by the League of Assassins along with the men of Ras’s father of all people. With their team of five, they were at a major disadvantage.
His mother protested against him in joining the violent skirmish, but he refused to let his father down. His father was treating him like he was part of the family. Whatever he asked of his Robins, he asked the same of Damian. He wanted to prove his worth to his father, but he never had a chance, his mother knocked him out and dragged him off. He growled when he awoke to an unfamiliar ceiling.
“Finally awake Damian?” She drawled.
“I wanted to help father!” Damian snapped as he jumped out of bed.
“I will not lose you! You are my son and I see fit to care for you safety.” She snapped. “As long as you’re an al Ghul, you will listen to me!”
“I don’t want to be an al Ghul then!” He snapped back.
“Don’t say things you can’t take back son.” She warned dangerously as she walked towards the door. “Now rest. Someone will bring you food soon enough.”
Damian fumed silently as she left. He had no interest in staying and planned to sneak out through the window until he realized where he was. The flashing red lights, the big Chinese characters and the horrible fish market smell. He was in Hong Kong a long way from Gotham.
“Tt.” He clicked his tongue in annoyance. This might take a while. He searched his pockets hoping to find anything his mother may have missed when she took away all his weapons, but the only thing he found was his brother’s alarm. He snorted, clenching to the smooth pointed alarm in his hand as he climbed out the window. If the deadweight could make his way back home, so can he.
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