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after damian and tim have an argument:
Dick: Is there something you would like to say, Tim?
Tim: Oh, there are SEVERAL things I would like to say.
Grounded (Damian Wayne)
Request from: @grumpycheshirecat Prompt: “Oh, you want to fight me? That’s cute.” Warnings: Guns, a school shooting situation, and a kidnapping. (No one dies just so you know). A/N: I hope that it’s okay that this isn’t a reader insert-- there wasn’t necessarily a specification, and the first thing that came to my mind didn’t include a reader. If you want me to redo this one, just let me know, and I’ll write a different one for you.
Damian was having a spectacularly boring week. Father had grounded him from patrol for defending himself against Drake’s hostile stupidity (or as Bruce had put it: “Damian, it isn’t acceptable to attempt to cut off Tim’s limbs just because he accidentally stepped on Alfred the cat’s paw when the cat came up from behind him.”) The boy huffed out an annoyed breath before clicking his tongue irritably. He would have simply snuck off, had Pennyworth not been keeping a close eye on him.
Nothing got past that man- he had set up his escape perfectly. His pillows were stuffed under the blanket, he kept the lights completely off, he waited hours to ensure that the elder believed he was asleep, and just as he had slightly made his way to the window, his door was thrown open and the words: “And where do you think you’re running off to, Master Damian?” made him nearly jump out of his skin (not that he’d ever admit it).
Damian had even attempted to call Grayson in order to demand that he convince Father to put an end to this ridiculous punishment- or at the very least shorten the timeframe. Not only did the older man somehow end up doing the opposite (Damian received an extra three weeks of no patrol), he had the audacity to tell him that this was an opportunity. He had rambled on and on in an annoyingly bubbly tone of how it was a chance for him to get to act normal. Damian had only listened because at the very end Grayson told him that within this experience he’d have more knowledge on how to act more like civilians did and become more skilled on keeping unwanted attention away from himself.
So, here he was. Attending school. Having not even been allowed to glance at his Robin costume for seven whole days-- a whole week. He was itching for a fight- PE simply wasn’t cutting it anymore, it wasn’t challenging enough. He knew he could easily take down anyone in this building, but that would be wrong, considering they’re innocent citizens.
Then again, he couldn’t be 100% sure, considering his privileges on doing a thorough search on a person’s background have also been revoked. He narrows his eyes at the newly hired janitor- Mr. Mueller, if that is his true name, will not be catching him off guard should he show his true colors. Whatever those colors may be.
He enters the building while mumbling his signature “tt” under his breath.
It’s about three hours into school that the ‘lockdown’ happens. Great. Now he gets to be extra bored-- no patrol, no fighting, and now he doesn’t even get to have class. At least when lessons were being taught he’d have something to do, rather than sitting on the floor with the crowd of quivering classmates and a nervous teacher.
It wasn’t even a full five minutes when the door was kicked down, a gunman pointing his shotgun at the teacher. His eyes skim the students until he locks onto Damian- who meets his glare head on and with no fear.
The man turns towards the hallway for a split second. “Found Wayne’s kid! He’s here!”
While Damian’s teacher surely had the intention of taking the guy off-guard in hopes to defend him, maybe let him escape, it was more stupid than anything. With a swift flick of his arm, the man whacks the teacher over their head, causing them to become unconscious within seconds, and for all the children to let out screams of terror and curl up further into themselves.
Damian simply stood when the criminal attempted to approach, not wanting anyone else to get hurt simply because the fool didn’t understand what he was getting into. The man grips his hair to tug him close, only eliciting a huff of annoyance from the boy, and then drags him by his forearm once close enough.
While he’s being pulled along in the hallway, he finds himself hiding a smirk- finally something interesting was happening. He’d been aching for some action- something to get his blood pumping and his fists smashing things. Yes, these guys simply had no clue what world of pain they had walked into.
Damian’s patient. He’s not foolish enough to just jump into a fight when he’s brought to a group of armed men, nor is he stupid enough to start something when he’s tied up and thrown in the back of their getaway car. No, while he was excited for what was to come, he wasn’t going to risk the danger of innocent people, even if he was sure he could have taken all of these goons within five seconds.
So he waits until they pull up into a warehouse- and truly, could they be anymore cliche? He waits until they shove him in a chair that was placed in the middle of the mostly empty room, and even then he waits longer. He waits until their ringleader enters, and suppresses an overly excited grin when the criminal approaches.
“That’s quite the look in your eye,” Their leader states, peering in Damian’s eyes. “You look like you’re ready to spring at any moment.”
Damian can’t suppress his evil smile then, his eyes glowing even darker at the thoughts of completely destroying these people.
The leader looks unimpressed, and snorts. “Oh, you wanna fight me? That’s cute.”
“Funny,” Damian finally speaks. “I was thinking the same about your sad attempt of taking me ‘hostage’.”
With that said, he snaps the weak confines on his hands, flips himself over the chair, balances himself on his hands, and kicks the chair harshly into the man’s face. So much for being a leader- he was already out with just one hit, how disappointing.
The others come running over, obviously agitated, and Damian simply dodges their attacks before giving them some of his own. One man goes down with a hard kick to the groin; another’s head snaps so loudly at a well-placed punch, Damian worries he had accidentally killed the man; before the last of the bunch falls after four punches to the gut, a swipe under his legs, and his arm being snapped when Damian places a sturdy foot on his shoulder and yanks at his wrist.
The boy loudly groans in exasperation and kicks the leader who’s still unconscious; this was supposed to be more entertaining than this. They were too weak. They went down too quickly. The only adrenaline that showed up was the anticipation of finally getting a fight- but this wasn’t even a fight.
With folded arms he turns around to see Batman stomping over to him. Father looms over him, his white lenses narrowed sternly.
“Damian-”
“I would like to point out they attacked first,” He quickly interrupts.
“No they didn’t,” before any protest can be made, his father gruffly says: “I saw you fling the chair first.”
“Self-defense.”
“Damian.”
“They kidnapped me! What, was I supposed to just sit still?”
“Yes! Fighting while out of costume is a very dangerous thing, Damian!”
Damian opens his mouth to retort, but then shuts it roughly and looks at the floor angrily. After a minute of silence, the vigilante sighs and places a gentle hand on his shoulder, opting him to look up.
He’s surprised to see that his jaw isn’t clenched, and there isn’t anymore signs of annoyance in his body language. “However, it’s… good that you didn’t start a fight at the school. You waited until you were out of sight before engaging.” He pauses awkwardly, before turning and walking towards the exit. “Well done.”
Damian inhales deeply at the praise, before sprinting over to fall into step at his father’s side. They both remain silent until the Batmobile comes into view. “I’ll drive.”
“No, you’re still grounded.”
“So, after-”
“No.”
“Tt.”
Jason: Can I be frank with you guys? Damian: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Kori: Can I still be Kori? Roy: Shh, let Frank speak.
Last one of the bird boys to go and toss with the others. Sketch 45min....sketch 22! gotta keep going. Using this as a post up site for some artwork (I think that’s already known) but also to keep motivated. playing more with tablet and a bit of color..:)
