Part 1
Dear Grayson,
Working with Father is certainly much different than working with you. Less irritatingly talkative for one, and he seems to have the grasp on personal boundaries that has eluded you for another. How are things going with the police job and your other nightly activities? Also, Grayson, will you be visiting the Manor soon? Pennyworth misses you.
Sincerely,
Damian Wayne
Damian finished the letter, signing his name, knowing that there would be no response. It seemed that every single time a letter was sent, Grayson had never had the time or was otherwise occupied.
There was once a time when they had always had time for each other. It didn't matter what else was going on.
And then Father had come home. Everything changed. I had had to make a choice, and sometimes I feel like I chose wrong. I chose Father over Grayson, and because of that he has distanced himself more than ever.
I suppose when I think about it . . . I guess . . . I kind of . . . miss him. Great. Now I'm starting to sound like a sentimental old fool.
And NO. I am NOT getting a soft spot for that infernal imbecilic circus child. I just miss his listening to my every word.
And anyone who says differently will be having a prolonged, slow, painful death Mother would have been proud of.
I picked up the letter, put it in an addressed envelope, and went outside. I promptly ignored Pennyworth's pathetic pleadings to put on a coat and shoes.
I placed the envelope in the mailbox, flipping the flag up. As I walk away, I spare a last glance at it.
Maybe, just maybe, I'd get a response this time.
Yes, this will come in parts. I was considering making the whole story one long one-shot, but I decided against it.
Please tell me if I put this in the wrong section! I don't know, because I never read the comics!
I'm really excited about this story, even if it means admitting the one character I despise, but I still am finding it fun and dramatic to write.
Hope you like it!