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Damian Wayne
“Dami are you ready to go?” Dick asks peeking his head into Damians room. Looking around he spots him curled up on his bed, crossing his arms with a scowl on his face. “I’m not going and you cannot make me.” he sternly replies. Not even looking up.
Dick frown when he hears this. Damian has been to so many galas why doesn’t he want to go to this one? “Dami please Bruce hosts this event every two years. I’ve been going basically since I moved in.” He tries to convince him knowing it probably won’t work
“No.” He interrupts curtly. Ever since his mother has left him to live with his father, he has had a decent time. Learning to deal with his new ‘siblings’ and learning a little more about the “normal lifestyle” as father calls it. But the one thing he absolutely hates is going to Galas.
The classical music, itching suits, the constant gossip. It makes his head spin every time. He has agreed every time never opposing. Today is different though he doesn’t want to have to deal with any of that stuff.
“ I-.” Damian starts before getting interrupted. “ Guys everybody’s hurry up.” A familiar voice orders from the doorway.
Turning around he sees Drake leaning in the doorway looking as flawless as ever. His hair slicked back but still nice at the same time, his suit looks properly on him, that playboy look on his face preparing for the party.
“Why the fuck are you guys sitting down for, you know Bruce is the host. his is a fundraiser for the animal shelter of Gotham and I might remind you they need funds .” Drake shouts angrily walking further into the room.
“I’m sorry Timmy, I was trying to get Damian out of bed.” Grayson apologizes. Wasting no time Damian basically jumps out of bed brushing the dust of his suit. “Hurry up Grayson we are leaving.” He says pulling his brother’s sleeve motioning to following him
Sure, he had just mentioned he didn’t want to go but that was before he had found out what it was for. The Animal shelters of Gotham huh. That was one thing the boy might actually want to put money into helping those poor defenseless animals. Even if it means dealing with those rich snobs. So be it
Taking another turn down the corridor they arrive at the garage where the rest of them were already waiting. “ So that’s why I’m telling you need to bring me back food.” Todd concludes as they walk in Drake close behind.
When Todd continues “Finally, you slowpokes are here please for the love of everything bring some food back from the Gala. These people are being selfish.” He pouts like a little child.
“Geez Todd stop whining I’ll get your food or whatever.” He remarked giving him the glare he deserved
“Damn, he sure said it.” the fat girl (Stephanie Brown) snickers rolling the car window down. “Now you boys get in the car now it’s already eight p.m. we can’t waste the whole time talking.” She commands like she is running something.
Father starts the car making small talk as they drive through the city talking about the event. The more he talked the more exited Damian got about it. As a child his mother used to take his to the secluded forest to train allowing him to see and sometimes even interacts with many animals. Yet when he asked father about possibly getting one, he said no.
Claiming that animals are a distraction even though his father has a dog. His excuse was quote “Ace is not just your average mutt he is a motivated crime fighter.”
Rolling his eyes just thinking about Damian starts to doze off considering the party is on the other side of the city. Thinking about it in a daze . Wouldn’t it be so interesting if father actually allowed him to have an animal companion.
When they finally arrive, he is awakened from his slumber by one of the acceptable siblings Cassandra Cain. She thankfully doesn’t talk as much as the other and is very kind to him even when he isn’t the kindest to her.
“Damian we are here.” she says in a low voice lightly tapping on his shoulder.
“tt yes I know.” he snaps rubbing his eyes.” Thank you for waking me up though.” he quickly added getting out of one of Bruce’s famous Porsches closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath preparing himself.
Ok Damian you got this, don't listen to those racist annoying gossipers just try to find a way to ignore everything until it’s over.
Pushing the grand doors open he is awestruck when he sees so many different animals in glass cases. They all look so cheerful jumping around or eating their food. Speaking of food, he was pretty hungry considering he hasn’t eaten since breakfast, so he did his best to maneuver through the crowd of rich people headed towards the massive table of food.
Damian starts to pick a select few vegetarian options onto his plate when he hears a specific conversation coming from behind him.
“ Look at that snob piling his plate as if he doesn’t eat at home.” One of the women who he recognized as a important figure close to his father so he did his best to control any signs of anger.
“I know right. Honestly even though they claim he’s Brucie’s biological kid but I bet he’s just another street kid.” Another woman replied lowering her voice at the second part.
Street kid? Street kid? How dare those stupid women compare him the heir to the demon head, grandson of Ras’s al Ghul to some street trash.
His grip tightened on the plate his teeth gritted together so hard they might break into pieces. That might have not been the case for his teeth but he might have squeezed the plate a little too hard because it shattered right there in his hands
He heard someone is the distance ask if he was okay but he didn’t want to stick around for too long. Jumping through the crowd of people in distress as blood flowed down his hand.
“Shit!” He muttered to himself gripping his hand in pain. That’s when Damian remembered something. A few years ago, after he moved in the Grayson would always tell him stories from when he was his age. One time she mentioned that when he wanted to hide for Father or his teammates he would hide in the vents.
Luckily for him Damian spotted one that was really just a Jump away from him. Using all the strength he in his legs he launched himself straight to the ventilation shafts grabbing on with one hand for dear life when he opens it and climbs in. It was the perfect fit with more space than he even needed. I guess Grayson is good for something.
Pulling out his emergency first aid kit he patched up his hand disinfecting it then wrapping it in gauze,
Then curling into a ball the raven-haired boy took deep breath after all that running. When he suddenly heard a strange sound. *Meow* flinching slightly he looks to his right to see a small kitten curled up just like him.
His face starts to do the thing Tim’s always does when he sees any type of coffee, he started to smile. It widened at the sight of the cute black and white furred creature currently crawling towards the kid. Taking a closer look, he noticed that cat had a cooked piece of fish in his mouth.
That’s when the realization hit him. This cat probably escaped from the cases and found a food source then found its way into this vent..
“Cat you are pretty sneaky, I bet you would be a great crime fighting companion like Ace.” He smiles petting its fur gently *Purr*.
On the television Damian has noticed that people tend to name animals when the meet them. The problem is he doesn’t know what you would name a cat.
Actually, how about Alfred. Which he guesses is Pennyworths first name. He knows pennyworth loves fish and he is equally sneaky and smart too. That is a great name” Ok creature from now on your name is Alfred do you understand” he orders jokingly
Hmm it’s easier to talk to someone who can’t talk back he notes while petting the animal on his lap. 100% easier. As time passed Damian and Alfred the cat fall asleep the feline snuggling up next to him. Maybe just maybe breaking that plate was worth it
Since he doesn’t technically go into a deep sleep Damian realized the sounds of people chatting started to get quieter and quieter until he could barely hear anyone. Peeking out of the vent shaft he sees only like two people packing up some food getting ready to go. That’s when he remembers that Todd asked him for food before they left.
Resulting in him first jumping down from the vent holding his emergency bag in his other hand. Then he starts scooping Mash potatoes, Steak, Chicken wings all the things that would never enter his mouth but his brother seemed to like it. Once he was done, he closed the many boxes of food. Carrying them towards his family.
“Damian, I haven't seen you all night where were you?” Father questions concern in his voice.
“I was here the whole time I guess you just didn’t see me.” He lied easily. Lying was one of the many skills he had learned for the League.
“Alright then let's go.” Father announces to the group.
Waiting for his father outside while he talked to his acquittances when he noticed that Drake kept doing this sniffling thing. “Stop it.” he instructed annoyed by the sound. “Shut up Demon, how am I supposed to stop, I’m probably just getting a cold or something.” Drake replied rubbing his irritated nose
When He finally finishes talking, they hit the road at about 11:15. For some reason he keeps feeling a shuffling in his bag but decided to ignore it putting it on the floor. "Ah- choo, Ahchoo, Achoo,” Drake sneezes into his elbow a few times. Then doing that annoying sniffling after.
“Are you alright chum? That’s doesn’t sound good at all.” father asks drake handing some tissues
“Yeah, I’m fine it’s probably just a cold or some-.” he suddenly lurches forward his hand quickly covering his mouth. Thank fully father was able to pull over in time for him to empty his contents on the side of the road.
Brown has a disgusted look on her face looking away, while Cassandra rubbed his back softly. “I’m sorry Timmy but I don’t think you’ll be able to go on patrol with us tomorrow.” Bruce apologizes pouring water on the road and then handing him the bottle to drink
“It’s fine I just need to rest he replies getting back into the car with a bag in front of him just in case. Damian was slightly confused Drake showed no signs of sickness earlier today or even at the party. He would just put it off as he drank too much alcohol but he doesn’t drink and not only that he isn't even at the legal age in the United States. That is a little bit suspicious
Once they arrive home Grayson helps Drake out of the car and Damian drops the food off at Jason’s door. Then he walks over to his room still pondering about the situation when he hears a small *meow* coming from his bag. He runs into his room shutting the door behind him hoping nobody heard it
Oh no! He quickly realizes what was in the bag. Alfred the cat must have gotten in the bag when he was leaving the vent That also explains why Drake was sick in the car. He is allergic to cats!
Opening the bag, a big ball of black and white fluff emerges from it running around his room exited to be out and about. Damain pinches the bridge of his nose. Something his father did often leaving him to wonder why. Now he knows.
Grabbing some left-over fish filet from the kitchen, the cat munches on it happily. His heart softened as he watched the Alfred the cat.
Now, now just what on earth am I going to do with you?