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“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoir by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 9

yall i swear i did not plan on taking this long. I swear,,,,,,,,, but anyways 

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Damian Doesn’t Have Any Brothers, Just Traitors, Sisters and Whatever the Hell Bourgeois Is II

“What our boy, Damian, means is that he thought they were engaged ‘til this very day.”

“WHAT?!”  

“Grayson!” Damian was about to commit  fratricide with over a dozen witnesses and he did not care. 

“What do you mean you thought you two were engaged, Wayne? Explain yourself. Now!” Bourgeois looked like she was ready to jump through the screen and beat him. Allen was somewhere behind him cackling and Drake looked like he had received the best news of his life. The others weren’t faring any better but their reactions were dismissable. He tsked at their sudden interest in his personal life but began to clear the air of the misconception.

“Due to the traditional nature of the Shadows, it was very obvious that our grandfathers were preparing to secure a lineage that was blessed with both magic and the Al Ghul bloodline.” He pointedly ignored Reyes’s quip about no bloodline being blessed if he was involved and continued on. “It was a plan proposed and carried out up until that second rate assassin staged the coup. Regardless of our personal feelings on the matter, it was our duty to carry out.” He paused to catch his breath and to survey the screens. He never really put thought into how he felt about the arrangement nor about how his comrades thought about him. He noticed some pitiful looks, some held slight mirth that hid their unease at the notion that children younger than ten were being raised solely for marriage and heirs. 

“We lost contact after we were separated, but my mother had kept me updated that she was alive. She never said where and I never looked into it.” Damian realised how selfish that made him sound but he rationalized that he was too busy adjusting to a new life to fixate on someone he knew was safe. “From what we heard back at the dojo, it appears no one had done the same for her and she lived under the impression that I had died during the attack. Tonight was the first contact we had with each other in seven years.” Silence covered the call as everyone took in that information. 

Koriand’r broke the slightly awkward quiet and asked the million dollar question.

“So why would she be after these Prodigous things? What’s her endgame and do we help her?”

Damian for once in his life didn’t know. Glancing at one of the screens he passed the baton to Bourgeois. “You’ve known her most recently. What do you think, Bourgeois?” 

“Like I said, Wayne, she most definitely has good reasons for hunting these things. I trust her and child assassin or not, you all should too.” She scoffed and shifted attention to her nails like the brat she was. She rolled her eyes after a moment and continued, “The only problem is that I still can’t be the one to contact her. Not if you still want the family night time secret to stay that way.”

M'gann spoke from his left. “What do you mean by that, Chloe?”

“Simple. She never told me about her little mission there in Japan, and she doesn’t know I’m Batgirl. And before you say anything, she might be the fearless leader of Paris’ Finest and someone who I trust with my limited edition Givenchy Chantilly Lace, but I swore to Mr. Wayne that I wouldn't expose the family’s poor excuse for therapy. Exposing myself as Batgirl to contact her will undoubtedly lead to exposing the Batfam secret to a non-Justice League associate. So, Wayne, your call.” 

He saw her jibe for exactly what it was. Another challenge. Typical Bourgeois. Before he could answer her however, Gordon piped up from her screen.

“Instead of deciding tonight whether to trust her intentions or not, why not wait until she shows up at another possible location? She’s bound to come looking for them and we’re already waiting, so let’s get an idea of what her goal is and if— and I really mean if, Chloe, don’t give me that look— her plans go against the Mission then we proceed from there. Does that sound fair?”

She spoke with an air of finality that didn’t really leave room for objection. Which was just fine with Damian because he didn’t have to deal with the others trying to embarrass him based on whatever decision he made.

He would never admit it, but he was ready for a nap.

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“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 3

ay yo. its ya girl. back with chapter 3!! this time its damian’s pov i dont got much to say other than updates will not be this frequent (i said this last time but look where we are) 

without further ado

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Let it Be Known that Damian Thought This was a Bad Idea I

In the middle of intercepting the Cult of the Kobra, the leader himself managed to sneak away into the foliage.  Damian, followed by Beast Boy, made chase and tried to go after Kobra. Hopefully, they could capture him for an interrogation if Red Robin and Blue Beetle failed in information retrieval. The two lost sight of Kobra and two of his members until they found them in a clearing close to the east coast. What they also found was the tail end of a, well, tail disappearing into a blue portal of sorts and Kobra clutching his now bleeding arms. Beast Boy, now as a cheetah, charged at Kobra and subdued him while Damian tried to make sense of what he saw.

“We got what we came for. Let’s go, Delta Squad,” Red Robin’s voice chimed in his ear. “Negative,” he began his reply. “We weren’t the only ones on the island. Something attacked Kobra and disappeared.”

“If whatever it is disappeared then we can’t do anything about it, Robin.” “But-”

“Head back to the rendezvous point and leave Kobra behind.” Red Robin continued giving his orders and Damian loathed to comply. He wasn’t a fan of leaving loose ends untied. 

From underneath Beast Boy’s body, Kobra began mumbling about a dagger, some artifact that was his to claim. Damian, not one to miss valuable information, began to approach Kobra. He, still wiggling from under the cheetah, began telling some story about how this specific dagger was to grant him the abilities and magic of the Shéquán or Snake Fist. Damian locked eyes with Beast Boy, who looked just as confused yet intrigued as Damian felt. 

“Where did you find this dagger? And who took it from you?” Damian wasn’t going to let this go, even at the expense of getting chewed out by Nightwing at the mission debriefing. Problems for future him and all. 

“Some girl in a black and purple suit took it. Came out of nowhere and used her tail to take it from me, you know, after she left me with these.” Kobra emphasized his marred arms that bore twin claw marks. Damian paid no attention to the latter part of that and fixated on the first sentence. Black and purple bodysuit. Sentiate tail. Disappeared into a blue portal. Claws. Suddenly, Damian wanted nothing to do with this mission. He already did not want to come and get caught by nearby authorities for rule breaking, and given the state of the coastlines who knew when they would be here. But more importantly, he wanted nothing to do with anything that could risk him crossing paths with her. 

“We need to go.” He interrupted Kobra’s fantastical tale of how he planned on becoming some all powerful snake and focused intently on Beast Boy. “We need to go and leave him and meet up with the others. Now.” He wished Beast Boy didn’t pick on how desperate he was to get far away from here as possible but clearly the universe had it out for him.

“You okay, Rob? Lookin’ kinda pale.” 

“Just leave him and come on. We’ve wasted enough time already.” The sooner they leave the sooner the threat of crossing paths with her lessens.

“If you say so, but I get to tell Red Robin about this ‘Snake Fist’ thing.”

“You can tell him about how the goddamn universe was made for all I care, just go!” Patience, and pretending he wasn’t self-imploding, clearly, was not on the agenda for dear Boy Wonder. Apparently, just the mere thought of her was enough for him to lose his carefully crafted air of calm, cool and collected.

The two disappeared into the forest, heading to where Bioship was waiting with the rest of Delta Squad. Damian was silent the entire ride back, though due to his naturally prickly disposition, no one really chalked it up to something odd and left him to stew in his distress. Small mercies, he supposes. Around him was filled with the voice of Beast Boy as he retold the story of Kobra’s desire for the dagger.

It went a little something like this:

Long before humans walked the earth, animals operated in their own social order. Once people began emerging, they wanted to interact with the animals and join in the already established social order. To achieve this, humans began entrapping the spirits of the animals in magical artifacts that granted the wearer the ability to turn into the desired animal. The masters of these animal spirits passed on their knowledge onto other humans, and thus the birth of many martial arts techniques and selection of animals as the faces of gods in some cultures.

Of these magical artifacts, the dagger that Kobra acquired was said to grant him the ability to achieve his ‘true’ form, a snake. He would also be granted full mastery of the Shaolin technique of the ‘Snake Fist.’ Wondergirl’s question of whether Kobra was a very dedicated furry appropriately went ignored. Beast Boy’s retelling of Kobra’s story ended with the mention of the girl who stole the dagger from him and what she was wearing.

“Do you think she knows more about these animal spirits? I mean a fully functioning tail is alluding to something, right?” 

“Not sure. I mean, Beast Boy also has a functioning tail and he knows nothing.” Beast Boy obviously took offence to this.

“Whoever she is she must either be a meta or use magic. And if she’s invested enough to go after the leader of the Cult of the Kobra, we have to approach finding her with caution.” Damian takes back almost every bad thing he has ever said about his older brother. Red Robin, for once, was the voice of reason and Damian could not agree more with his warning. He didn’t voice his agreement, but it’s the thought that counted. Hell, he would prefer to not have to approach her at all but clearly, beggars can’t be choosers. Damian hopes that whoever decided on that saying is having a rotten day in hell.

Now that Delta Squad was back at the Hub, as Beast Boy has taken to calling it, the entire Team was going over everything they learned from the mission. Damian, while not one for self-sabotage, was actively not helping in finding any connection between the magical dagger, the magical girl and the Kobra-Venom manufacturing the cult was overseeing. Instead, he was at the far back wall praying to every god who didn’t hold some grudge against him that this mission would not have him or the Team cross paths with his magical murderous ex-fiancee. Hoping that him being a traitor to the League would be enough to annul his engagement and derail his grandfather’s schemes was more wishful thinking Damian thought he was capable of.  

But a guy can dream.

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