Injustice 3
Chapter 1-Damian
Damian stands like a statue on the wooden barge, hand on the hilt of his kitana, which is currently sheaved on the side of his dark red leather armour. His raven black cloak lightly flaps in the cold evening breeze. The shore line grabs his visual attention, as it comes into view through a light mist, revealing three silhouetted figures wearing dark hooded cloaks. Its been a silent journey with nothing but the breeze and the almost silent splashes from the ores travelling through the waters current. Damian takes in a single focused breath, as the barge begins to near the shore line.
Not even acknowledging the rowers, Damian steps off the barge, looking directly at the hooded figure in the middle of the three with a a focused stare. ''Welcome home Damian'' calls Talia as the young boy approaches. ''Hello Mother'' Damian says in a cold and direct voice. Talia pulls back her hood to reveal her slender and pale face. Her blonde her travels just past her neck, as it blows slightly in the breeze. Her clear red eyes focus on Damian as she smiles warmly. ''Your grand father was starting to worry'' Talia casually says ''Well lets go see the old man than, put his mind at ease'' Damian replies, maintaining his cold tone as he walks past his mother and the two still hooded figures.
It is a quiet walk through the tall palm trees, that is until Damian and his mother reach the temple doors. The temple holds strong, though the surface of the dark grey stone looks withered with age. The spiked tops of the temples towers look like silhouettes in the brightness of the moon light a couple of cloaked assassins look down at Damian and his mother from the top. Damian returns the stare as he walks along side his mother.
''So who are these guys?'' Damian asks as the stone doors of the temple slide open ''Where they going to try and assassinate me as well'' Talia looks to her son with a frown ''That was just business Damian. Your grandfather was convinced you had betrayed him, and so was I'' there is a long silence after Talia's statement. ''Well you can relax now mother. You won't need to send anymore'' Damian replies not even looking at his mother as they walk through the dark stone calved halls. ''I'm sorry Damian'' she says with a frown curving her red lips. ''Yeah'' Damian replies ''You always are''
Damian's last words are followed by a long silence, which last all the way to the tall oak double doors. Talia stops in her step as she is about to push the doors open. She turns to Damian ''Are you ready son?'' she asks ''Open the door mother. No time to waste'' Talia lets out a light chuckle before pushing the doors open.
In the next room a round table is positioned in the centre of four pillars each made out of a dark stone and each with a lit torch on their facing sides. The torches light the rounded table where a grey haired man in red robes sits in a cross legged position. His tired and wrinkled eyes look directly to Damian as he walks in and sits. Talia sends her two escorts out of the room and joins her son at the table. As they sit Raise al Ghoul looks to Damian expectingly ''Is it done?'' He asks sharply. Without saying a word Damian reaches into his cloak and pulls out a black cowl with pointed ears adorning it and slides it across the table at Raise. ''Its done. Celina Kyle is dead'' Raise smiles slightly as he looks down at the cowl. ''Well done Damian, your loyalty is proven and I look forward to having you by my side, when we take Gotham'' Damian nods ''Good boy'' Raise says with the same sharp tone ''now lets discuss your next target, your father'' Damian looks down at the table slightly giving Raise an excuse to shoot him a narrowed glare.
Damian stands on a sandy hill staring out at the shore watching the last of the sun set over the sea. He closes his eyes and breaths lightly, letting the still cold air pass over him. ''You should never hesitate around your grandfather Damian, that's how you get assassins sent after you'' Talia calls from behind him. Damian takes in another light breath. ''If you think I have second thoughts about killing my father, than you are very much mistaken. He has done nothing but cast me out and shame me. A sword to the chest is the best he deserves'' Talia smiles widely at Damian's statement. ''I'm so proud of you Damian, don't ever forget that, but just make sure you can live up to these words. I would hate to have to take you out of the picture'' Her words hang in the air and a long silence follows before Damian turns to his mother, his narrowed expression partly shadowed. ''Well that could get messy'' he responds coldly, before walking past his mother and back to the temple. Talia smiles after him ''Good boy'' she says with a before letting out a little laugh.