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Damian was getting bored.
No, wait, damian has been bored ever since the beginning of this patrol.
It started off just like normal. Everyone suited up, listened to Bruce's boring yet necessary plan for tonight, put on their comms, and everyone went in their own way. Which isn't something damain truly minds, he likes patroling alone in gotham at midnight, in all her glory.
Except right now, he wished he dragged tim with him. Because this brand new villian called traveler (real creative) was dancing on damian's last fucking nerve. He followed damian in the shadows until he managed to corner damian on one of the rooftops, He's clearly an inexperienced newbie that is a freaky scientist behind the evil facade.
Yes, a scientist. Something damian has gathered from hearing the old man run his mouth on and on about his new glorious baby (which is apparently the magic pistol in his hands.)
And damian have to give it to the old man, because not once has he been this bored about a man talking his ears off. Even when ra's made him stuck in his 5 hours meeting, it was somewhat more interesting. Damian immediately jolted out of his thoughts. No way he's remembering ra's as a better argument. He's getting sentimental.
"Yeah, no old pal, I'm gonna have to stop you right now, I don't know who told you I'm that interested in your pistol." Damian couldn't help but feel the urge to laugh when he saw the pissed face the man made.
Damian moved to grab his staff, but he missed them by just an inch.
And Perhaps it was the boring patrol, or the old man yapping, or even dick loud whines when not receiving a flamingo two hours ago that made his head ache, but damian has lost his focus. Which seemed impossible for someone like him, someone who has reflexes better than superboy, but he lost his focus nonetheless.
He saw the man striding forward infront of him, and damian managed an easy jab on his lower jaw, but due to the man getting knocked off the magic pistol got thrown on the ground, meeting it with a small thud that resulted two seconds later into this loud, really bright light.
Damian tried to cover his face, but to no vail. He felt the light erupt through his eyelids. "Gosh, fuck magicians!!" He yelled out, unable to focus on the concerned voices from his comms calling his name desperately to hear at least one
Damian woke up due to a rattle sound around him.
He didn't immediately open his eyes, instead slowly to try adjusting to the sunlight. He couldn't move a single bone in his body for the love of his life. All he could gather from his surroundings is that he's definitely near trash cans.
He doesn't even wanna know how he ended up like this, but he still needs to get up. He slowly sat up with the loudest groan he had ever produced before, his bones popping the more he adjusted his position. He looked around again, recalling details of how he ended up here.
It all formed foggy at first, and then it clicked in one smooth memory. He was on patrol, then got hit with a magic pistol, and...then what? He couldn't form out what happened after the light almost blinded him. But he needs to take a shower first before even thinking.
Damian patted all around his body in the hope of finding his phone and when he lost the hope in finding his phone, he tried to call tim through the comms, but nothing. With a sigh, damian stood up slowly, adjusting his suit when fully up. He then took his usual route to the manor while imagining the usual scene after patrol;
Alfred is cooking up dinner, bruce is quietly sipping on his coffee while giving dick a tutoring dick for his upcoming exam, jason is sprawled on his chair, immediately complaining about tim the moment damian steps foot into the house, while tim is just innocently sitting right beside jason like he didn't make jason pissed out of his mind.
And damian can't help but admit that he'd trade the world for this sight every single day.
Except when he walked into the manor, he was immediately met with an immediate attack, which he avoided easily. He tripped the bruce copy-cat (he truly looked like bruce), making him lay down on his stomach while rsstraining his arms.
Damian made sure to tighten the hold on the man's arm, making the other curse loudly. "Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my house?"
The look-alike had the audacity to huff at damian, wobbling under the man stubbornly, "I'm the one who's supposed to ask questions, you fucker!"
Damian didn't dignify the look-alike with an answer, only tightening his grip, "I'm not repeating myself again. Who the fuck are—"
Damian didn't hear someone sneak up behind him, and when he turned to look it was too late. He already faced the floor.
And that punch felt like an excuse for a small break, exhaustion taked over damian's entire being making him pass out. Again.
"Oh, I'm so killing him when he wakes up." Jason mumbled under his breath while suppressing a groan as he stretched his arms. That asshole had him on the ground in seconds, which is truly more insulting than painful.
Dick wrapped an arm around Jason's shoulders while pushing his hip to nudge Jason's sides, "Oh come on, jaybird. Spear him the punch—I mean, he looks pretty exhausted."
And for that, jason responded with pushing dick off of him. "Yeah, right, as if he didn't try to dislocate my shoulders."
"Yeah, no, that was pretty funny to watch." Jason stared daggers into dick's giggling form
"How 'bout you watch that pretty face, dickhead." Dick only responded in another snicker.
But both of them were cut off by the damian look-alike stirred around in his chair, making both of the siblings straighten up. The stranger opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the light facing him immediately.
Dick stalked over, crouching in front of the man with a charming smile, "Good morning, sunshine! Was the nap pleasing?"
The stranger didn't reply immediately, only glancing between the two men before answering, "Who the hell are you..?"
And to that dick looked at jason in disbelief, while jason gave him a knowing look. Dick turned his head back to the stranger, he was wearing the same exact suit like his nightwing suit, except for a few changes like the color of the bird, it was wine red instead of the blue he confidently wore, and the man was pretty built so the suit is definitely bigger, he had a utility belt like bruce's, and he had a katana sheath attached to his waist. Huh.
Dick looked at the stranger again, who stared back in the same intensity. His eyes, his presence, his hair..it all looked so smiliar to damian it was painful, after some time dick spoke up, his cheerful demeanor dropping slightly, enough to notice at least.
"I'm really glad that you're a fan of nightwing, but I'm slightly uncomfortable with the uncorrect design of it, truly—the bird being blue is a meaningful thing for him, y'know?" Jason rolled his eyes enough that his eyes almost met the back of his head.
The stranger only got more confused when he replied , "Are you messing with me? A nightwing fan? Blue bird?"
"Hey! What's wrong with being a nightwing fan? He's pretty cool!" Dick said with a pout as he got up, his knees making a slight popping sound as he straightened up.
"Look, just tell me what you plan on doing in the manor? Kiddnaping dick? Need money?" That made dick and jason look back and forth between them, kiddnap dick? What the fuck is this man talking about?
"M'kay, this is getting pretty confusing. What do you mean, kiddnap dick? I'm right infront of you!" It was Jason's turn to snicker. And the stranger was being a literal question mark embodied
"Are you stupid? You try to kiddnap dick without a single research? He's ten you dweeb." At that, both jason and dick froze, both of them startled.
Now, all three of them are confused as fuck.