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Despite being grounded, the rebellious teen quickly dressed in his vintilage uniform and climbed down from his window. The only downside on the whole grounding thing is that his father confiscated his sword. Although the sword is not available to aid his mission, it's not a huge loss for the green eyes teen. He is proficient in utilising any short range and long range weapon. Using his stealth skill lurking around the shadow, the green eyes teen manage to take his bike out and drive it high-speed towards yesterday apartment location. Damian parked his bike and quickly climb his way up to the railings and lay down, taking out his binoculars to spy on the criminals. "Nice to see you again, Robin." A familiar voice said out of nowhere. Damian quickly twist his body around, his back lay on the railing to look at the smug taller teen standing near him wearing navy jacket, black jeans, red sneakers and white bandana scarf around his neck. "Jonathan. Civilian aren't supposed to hang around a crime scene." The vintilage glared at the taller teen under his domino mask. The older teen blue azure eyes blinked and change color to a pair of ruby eyes. The domino masked vintilage already speculated that Jon is a meta-human. The quick change eye colours added more beliefs to his speculation. "Thanks for worrying but I'll be fine, baby bird." The ruby eyes teen smirked and sat down to join the younger teen on spying. The domino masked vintilage scowled, "Stop calling me that." the younger teen hissed before continue to observe the criminals.
Jon rise his white bandana to cover half of his face and use us x-ray vision to scan the building. There are five man equipped with firearms guarding the crates, a woman tailed by two man talking with a man dressed in polo shirt smoking cigarettes. Jon could see this but he knows that the limited view from the window wouldn't have told the vintilage that there were more than three person in that floor. "There are five man with guns guarding the crates, a guy with polo shirt probably the dealer and a woman tailed by two bodyguard, she's probably the buyer. So what's the plan, Rob?" The older teen helpfully informed.
"X-ray vision, useful. But can you fight?" Damian put away the binoculars and sit up. Upon hearing that the ruby eyes teen turned into crescent, "I am an expert in fighting." The older teen smirk stretch wider underneath the bandana. Years of isolation have added uncontrollable rage fuel to the half Kryptonian. Even now the ruby eyes teen can admit that he still have anger issues.
Damian didn't question the twinkling mischief in the taller teen eyes and proceeded to form a plan, "Okay, I will crash that window and take down the guards. You can fight the other four but if you feel like you're losing, immediately step out." Damian ordered, placing his hand on his utility belt and place one greyish ball the size of a coin and a dagger to the older teen hand. "Smoke bomb to escape and a weapon to protect yourself." Damian said. Although the other teen might be a meta-human, the green eyes teen still doubt the other teen capability in handling criminals. The taller teen push back the dagger to the owner, "I don't need this.". The green eyes teen rolled his eyes under the mask, sliding back the dagger to his the leather strap on his thigh and use his grappling hook to swing towards the window. The glass shattered and the teen vintilage quickly rolled his body and stand up, punching the nearest guard. The man is scrawny, with a punch from the vintilage he crashed down. "Ack, you little shit!" The scrawny guy cursed and aim his gun at the vintilage. Damian kick the gun out from the man's hand and send a kick on that guy face. Earning a loud crack from the broken nose. Sending the scrawny man unconscious. "Tt." The vintilage clicked when his opponent is easy to take down. The other guards start to target the masked teen. Damian dodged down when the bulky man tried to grab him from behind, and kick his gut. Using the momentum to jump up and send a punch to another guy's face.
"Use your guns idiots!" The blond haired guy dressed in polo shirt shouted and ruffled his meticulously arranged hair with frustration of witnessing his lackeys can't even handle a single child. The polo shirt guy drop his cigarettes, stomps it and taking out a gun aiming at the teen vintilage. "Do I have to do everything around here?" The polo shirt guy tsked. Damian would have moved to dodge that but his eyes widened when Jon fly, crashing the brick wall and tackle the blond haired man down. "Do you know who I am?! I am-" the man shouted but got cut off by the half Kryptonian sending a punch with a loud crack that no doubt have dislocated that polo shirt guy's jaw. Seeing that the situation is handled by Jon, Damian quickly took out his dagger from the leather strap, twirl it and stab the bulky man vital organ before dashing behind a crate to dodge flying bullets. From the corner of the vintilage eyes he could see that the woman dressed in apricot dress tried to flee with her two guards. "Flying Boy, exit door!" The vintilage shouted. The older teen dressed in navy jacket left eye twitched at the nickname and snap his neck from his beaten up victim to the fleeing herd. The half Kryptonian easily use his flight to speed up and block the exit door. "Where are you going? The party isn't over yet." The white bandana teen questioned. The two tall man behind the woman frowned and take out a brass knuckle while the other took out a gun. The domino masked vintilage hoist himself on top of the crate, moving on to send a flying kick on a brown haired man's arm. The gun dropped and slide across the room when the young vintilage kick it away. The young assassin didn't hesitate when he swung his dagger towards the brown haired man's face. The target hissed crouching down, holding their bleeding skin.
"Got you now, you little shit!" Damian wasn't prepared when the bulky man he stabbed before manage to grab a hold on him and slam his body to the ground. For someone who got stabbed on the organ, bleeding and gasping for air. The vintilage is impressed that the man manage to force his clearly in pain body to do that stunt. The vintilage groaned from the impact but push his elbow off the ground, he kneel and leap to stab the bulky man's leg. Immobilising the big guy. Three man down, two more to go, the masked teen give his dagger another twirl around his finger before dashing to his next target.
The bald man equipped with brass knuckle punch the teen blocking the exit way to end up hissing and the metal brass knuckle bend from the pressure. "The fuck?! What are you?!" The man glared at the alien. "Your nightmare." The half Kryptonian said, heat vision shot through the man's forehead. "Big G!" The other man with neck tattoo exclaimed when his colleague, Big G's body fall backwards and two hole punctured his forehead leaving a pool of crimson liquid on the floor.
Due to the ruckus, the domino masked teen glance at the scene near the exit way. "Damn it, flying boy, subdue them not kill them!" The young vintilage yelled across the room. The thought of getting blamed for the potential suspect's death is giving the young vintilage a headache. The green eyes teen punch the bridge of his nose due to annoyance.
"Well, you should have said that earlier Robin!" The half alien yelled back before returning his gaze back to the spare bodyguard and the owner. "You hear that guy, surrender or I'll be forced to subdue you." Ruby eyes glaring towards the raven haired woman. The older woman smile twitched, glancing down at her now dead bodyguard and the teen. She believes that although the teen is powerful there's no way he could be omnipotent to a bullet. "What do you want boy? Money? I can write you ten million dollar check right now." The raven haired woman said while unclasping her purse to retrieve a pen and a check book. "With all due respect Ma'am-" the ruby eyes teen said. "Patricia Patlen. Call me Lady Patricia." The woman, Patricia informed.
"With all due respect Lady Patricia, I don't need your cash." The teen tilted his head his eyes not leaving the two target of his task. "How about fame? The Patlen comes from old generation wealth. I can easily arrange you to meet with the elites of today's society. Get a head start on a bright future that you clearly won't have from crime fighting." Patricia offered with mockery in her tone. The teen floated and look down on the woman dressed in apricot dress, "No thank you, my parents are famous." the ruby eyes teen replied with the same tone. The raven haired woman snapped her finger to signal her guard and gun shot rang out. The bullet hit and bounce from the floating teen's chest. Only leaving a hole on the jacket and shirt. "Nice aim." The half Kryptonian complimented before he shot the preparator's right leg. The neck tattoo man kneeled down, clenching their hands on the holed leg. "You son of a bitch!" The man cursed. With two of her bodyguard down, Patricia gritted her teeth and took a step back. Knowing that the sly woman wouldn't stay down, Jon punch the raven haired woman face until unconscious. It's not time consuming because he only needs to hit her once. After taking down two goons, Damian slide back the dagger towards the leather strap. The teen vintilage dash towards the ruby eyes teen. Glancing at the unconscious woman on the ground, Damian frowned, "Congratulations genius, you send the only two people that I need to interrogate, unconscious." The shorter teen patted the taller teen's shoulder. The sarcasm didn't escape the superman's spawn ears.
The taller teen knitted his eyebrows together, "How am I supposed to know that if you didn't tell me?" Jon frowned under the white bandana covering half of his face. "It's common sense, flying boy." Damian rolled his eyes under the domino mask, as if that's a everyday household knowledge, its not. "No it's not. I can't read your mind, you need to do better on communicating your demands Rob." Jon scolded.
The half Kryptonian is annoyed, "And don't call me that, that's not my name." Jon murmured his warning gently and placing his hand on the back of the shorter teen neck gently maneuvering the shorter teen to look at him. The vintilage smack his hand away. "You don't have a code name. I am not calling you, your civilian name." The shorter teen replied, Jon was about to argue when another gun shot rang and a bullet shot through Damian's shoulder. Rage filled Jon's vision as the half Kryptonian ruby eyes start smoking as he snap his neck on the neck tattoo man holding a gun aiming at the teen vintilage. The half alien snatch the hand holding the gun and snap it. The bone cracks and the victim of the superman's spawn screamed. Jon continued to punch the man's ribcage. Damian hissed and hold on to the wound in attempt to slow down the bleeding process. "Tt. That's enough." Damian told the taller teen, his other hand pulled on the hood of the navy jacket. Of course his human strength wouldn't able to move the older teen but Jon halted his next punch and turn his attention on the injured teen. Dropping the bruised up man to the ground. The ruby eyes blinked back to the original azure blue eyes. "Robin, do you need to go to the ER? I can fly you there." The concerned half alien offered, his hand slither on to the shorter teen's waist.
The vintilage smack the hand away and using raised his free hand up, "No need. Your assistance is no longer needed. You can leave now." Damian stated.
"What about you?" The other teen raise one of his eyebrows staring at the injured vintilage.
"I'll be fine. The CPD will arrive soon." Damian replied, pressing his distress button to signal his family his location. "Fine, but no crime fighting until you heal, baby bird." Jon said before flying away through the hole in the wall that he have created earlier. Damian eye twitched at the audacity of the taller teen's order. Damian didn't stay long in that building, the moment the teen seems signs of one of the bat fam approach the building. Duke and Cass. He quickly left with a grappling hook and rolled down to grab his bike before anyone can get a hold of his cape and yank him for a lecture. And proceeds to drive his bike back to the manor with injured shoulder. The teen parked the bike and saw Alfred approaching. "Young master Damian. Still disobeying your Master Bruce, I see. Need help with your wound?" The butler greeted. "Pennyworth." The youngest of the Wayne addition greeted back. "Prepare the antiseptic." Damian agreed to the offer.
While being treated, Bruce Wayne walks in, still in uniform as Batman. "Father." Damian greeted the older man. "Damian, you weren't supposed to leave the house." The patriarch of the family scolded disappointment lacing on his tone, reminding his son that he is still in fact grounded. The teen didn't waver beneath his father's cold stare. "I left the manor due to urgency father. If I weren't there, the transaction will be done and we will lose our leads. Thanks to my contribution, they can be interrogated as soon as they are conscious." The green eyes teen reported. Although the suspect state is technically Jonathan fault. "You killed someone!" Bruce raised his voice when he saw no remorse and the calm behaviour of his youngest son.
There's a flash of sadness lurking in the youngest Wayne's eyes but it's only a flicker before the green eyes teen glared the older man's blue eyes and gripped his hand on the chair's arm rest. The last thing Damian needs is to look weak. "Father, you're accusing me without fact check." The teen hissed, anger filling him. The teen don't understand why his father would have said that after his years of no killing streak. He have obeyed the rule set by the patriarch of The Wayne family. So why did the older man accused him of the actions he hadn't done?
"Who else could have done it then?" Bruce snorted at what he believes is his son's lies.
"It's not me. It was someone else that killed that man! You would have known that if you took your time to inspect the corpse!" Damian argued back, pointing his finger at the older man. The green eyes teen's complaint went deaf ears to the older man. Bruce punch the bridge of his nose, "That's enough, you're off duty until you learn to be less violent." The older man stated.
"That's not fair!" Damian growled. Bruce turned around and walk away "You should have thought of that before shooting that man twice." The teen slammed his fist on the chair's arm rest. After getting his wound wrapped, the young vintilage stomped back to his bedroom. Throwing all of his equipment to the floor and changing his clothes. Damian climbed to his bed and forced himself to sleep to drown away his anger. The next morning is unpleasant. Damian dressed in green sweater, black jeans and black shoes, he glared his plate. "The Patlens have been ordering a lot of illegal weapons from a trader who called himself Silver Gray-" Tim reported but got cut off by the crime lord commenting, "That's a dumb name.".
"The Patlens need the weapons to sell it in the black market. It's one of their biggest side income if we analyze it statistically. From Damian's tracker I also gathered that the truck owned by Silver Gray also do shipping questionable and highly illegal goods." Tim continued his report.
"All of the involved person in the crime scene already got arrested last night. The CPD should be at The Patlen's house right now to arrest the rest family member that is involved." Tim finished. Damian rolled his eyes, he was the one handling the case. Tim merely write a short summary of the case. "Good job, Tim." Bruce said. The green eyes teen push himself of the chair, deciding that it's time for him to leave. "Where are you going?" Bruce frowned.
"Out." "Where? You're grounded." Bruce reminded. "Just out." The teen replied and walked out of the dining room. The older man on the other hand pinch his nose bridge at the thought of his rebellious son. The crime lord whistled, "Bet you wish big wing still live here to control the demon brat." Jason snickered.
"You know that he will keep rebelling if you don't acknowledge that he handled the case all by himself right?" Tim questioned Bruce's parenting method, especially when they are dealing with a teen. "He don't like teamwork, disobeying my orders, went ahead solving a crime case alone, and got shot on the shoulder. He have to work on his listening skill. He can't always have his own way. The sooner he realize that, the better it will be." Bruce stated.
Damian's black bike is missing along with his uniform, domino mask and comms. It's the patriach attempt in stopping the young teen to patrol or involved in crime fighting. The green eyes teen rolled his eyes, he is forced to walk. His father have done the effort to reallocate all vehicle. Halfway walking toward The Wayne manor's gate, a familiar teen flying over and floated inches above the ground next to the jade eyes teen. "Hey, Robin. What are you planning to do today?" The older teen chirped with a smile plastered on his face. Jon who also grounded for returning home late and have a hole on his jacket and shirt, decided to meet up with the unmasked teen. Damian glared the meta-human, "Who told you my identity and whereabout?!" The jade eyes teen demanding, taking a hold onto the other teen's flannel shirt. "No one. I followed your heartbeat." Jon shrugged with a smug grin. Damian noted down the ability in his mind, reminding himself that he will have to investigate Jonathan's weakness soon rather than later. "What kind of meta-human are you?" "I am half Kryptonian, Superman's son?" Jon revealed. The jade eyes teen nodded at the new information, Damian need to get his hand on a Kryptonite knife later. "Again, what are you planning for today? Not crime fighting, I hope." The half alien asked, narrowing his eyes toward Damian's injured shoulder.
"Tt. I am temporarily off duty." the shorter teen replied. "I want to splurge on new clothes and throw out the old fabrics." Damian added.
"Why are you walking? Where's your bike?" Jon wondered while looking around the manor's garden. "Confiscated." The shorter teen grumbled. The half alien hummed.
"I have an idea. I can get you to wherever you want in seconds. But I have to carry you. What do you say Rob?" The floating teen asked.
The green eyes teen thought about it and agreed. The blue eyes teen swoop his hand beneath Damian's legs and shoulder. Carrying him bridal style. "This is humiliating." The grumpy teen grumbled.