Running Away Never Works

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Do I Look Like A Fucking Teacher?

"Wake up"

That's all I hear over and over again, every day. But the voice isn't Batman, am I in heaven? I doubt it, but the voice is so gentle and smooth, so angelic that I am content to just sit here and listen to it all day.

One Week Later

I was frustrated, there was was no other way to describe it. Talia keeps avoiding questions about Bruce and everyone I meet here are all "doom and gloom" and I'm downright bored of them. My strength's no longer gone, thank god, so I decided to take my frustration and boredom out on the furniture in my room. Luckily were always replaced and Talia never said anything of it, which is why I'm here right now shattering another priceless vase and pummeling anther chair made by some long dead famous craftsman who I didn't give two shits about when I heard footsteps coming towards the -I refused to call it mine-room.
"What the fuck do you want?" I ask , my voice harsh,not bothering to turn around. After a week of having no sane human contact, though my own sanity is questionable, I've become very irritable. I want answers, and I want them now. Talia was of absolutely no help dodging them like they were bullets and she was in a bullet reflecting room.

"My darling, that is absolutely no way to speak to someone who has been caring for you and giving you a place to stay"Talia said softly, the perfect picture of a caring had been nice to me ,but I didn't trust her, why? She was simply being too nice, her dad might have been one of Bruce's more ...honorable opponents but her dad was still an opponent so I doubt her dad wants her taking care of me and using his own personal lazarus pit. She had to have hid this from her daddy, and I doubt she went through all that effort out of the goodness of her heart.

"I don't want any of your fuckin' hospitality, I want to go back home!" I snarked, I know she wants something but I don't give a flying fuck about that, I want to go back to Bruce to show him that I'm alive and well.

"Jason, do keep your tone in check, it is weary of me to receive this kind of welcome every time I visit" Talia replied, her voice weary and gentle.

"I never fucking asked you to visit, I never asked to be kept here and I sure as hell never wished for the joker to fucking kill me," My voice came out louder with each word, lashing out viciously until they were barely intelligible. I was about to continue with more examples from my shitty life, when suddenly I felt the door open behind me. I quickly whipped my heads backwards so fast I think I gave myself whiplash and what I saw left me speechless. A kid. But he wasn't looking at me, he was looking past me at Talia? And she was staring straight the hell?!I out I accidentally said it out loud as the kid and Talia teared their eyes off each other and focused on me instead. better clear some things up now.

"Talia, why the hell is there a kid-"I pointed to the kid, granted he was the most arrogant and haughty looking kid I have ever seen and was looking his nose down at me but still a kid."here?This is a place for assassins,Talia, not a fucking daycare."I was about to continue on with my thought when the kid interrupted me.

"Mother, why ever would you allow such a rude servant here?" The kid sneered at me his eyes looking me up at down in an inspection and judging by the expression on his face I had failed it. so much for kid, he could not have looked less unkid like at the moment if he tried. Then a sudden word registered into my mind, mother. Talia was someone's mother. But who was the father? Talia didn't really sleep around that much since she was absolutely in love with Bruce,,,,,oh gods. This kid in front of me right now is a product of Bruce and Talia. I said the only thing that came into my mid at the moment.

"Talia, What the fuck?!"

Talia let out a soft sigh"I supposed I should have known that this would have happened sooner or later. Jason this is Damian, he is my son. As you seem to have guessed, yes he is a product of mine and my Beloved's time together. Damian meet Jason, he is your father's other child." Talia said, her voice tired

"Mother, you mean to tell me this-this person is a son of my father's? He is my brother?" Damian asked with growing horror, his face snapping out of its superior look replaced with a stunned look.

"Yep kiddo. You also have another big brother, he's an acrobat. If you think i'm unbearable you haven;t met him yet" I said sadistically, my best shit eating grin on my face.

"Jason as of today you will be given one hour a day to talk to Damian and educate him about the outside world, since he is growing curious. Damian, come, we will have to talk about your punishment for directly disobeying my orders." Without another word Talia turned on her heels and left, with Damian right behind her.

Wait, what the fuck just happened? I not only learn that Bruce and Talia have a child(I will be talking about this to bruce when-not if ,I refuse to question if I will ever get back-I get back, I could just imagine his red face when I ask about some of the more explicit details. The second thing is I somehow get stuck with giving babybat lessons? Since when did I become a fucking teacher? I sure as hell don't look like a fucking teacher, but since Talia is the one letting her kid hang around assassins i'm not sure she has the best judgement.

Author's Note: Things will become more fast paced as the story progresses and you will be seeing more of Damian next chapter. I am not yet sure about the update schedule but I think I'm going to be updating sometime tomorrow? At least once a week if you like the story be sure to follow, like or review. Thanks and have a good day!