Damian Wayne has only been scared a handful of times in his life. When he fought the Hetric, or when his grandfather had ninja's invade Gotham. Now was also one of the times he was… scared. He held up his hand, as he tried to take off his shirt to wrap it around his profusely bleeding hand.
Where was backup? Damian had called for help and even pressed his emergency button for the first time in his life. He leaned back in his closet. Out of the slats he could see IT.
All of this could have been avoided if he had just told Selena, 'no'.
It had all started when Damian ran into her on patrol carrying a large black and copper toned tom cat. One of his ears was completely gone the other had a chunk missing. His nose was scarred and he had tuffs of fur that was gone. Damian immediately liked the cat, he could tell he was a fighter.
Selena sauntered to him, "Robin, I found this cat seeing that my apartment won't hold any more I was hoping you could take of him."
Damian picked up the cat from Selena. "I will do my best. Does he have a name?" Damian didn't notice that Selena's gloves were different than the ones she usually wore. The gloves she was wearing now almost looked like leather gloves that bird trainers used.
"I've been calling him Dashiell, but you can change it. I really have to go." Damian looked up from the cat and saw Catwoman had already faded into the night.
"You look like a Dash. You'll get along with Alfred, Batcow, and Titus." The cat seemed drugged and didn't stir from his sleep. That night Damian crawled in bed with Titus and Alfred, his new cat was still sound asleep in a basket the Alfred Pennyworth provided.
In the middle of the night Damian woke up to see a pair of soulless, glowing, yellow eyes staring at him. He fell out of bed and reached for his katana.
"Mrroaw." Dash yowled as he followed Damian.
Damian realized that it was Dash he set the katana down. He crawled back in bed and all through the night he could have sworn he saw Dash watching at him. That morning he did he exercise routine Dash flicked his tail back and forth as Damian watched his cat. When Damian looked away for a second Dash was gone. Damian continued his exercises.
Until he heard a scream.
Dick was screaming in pain somewhere in the manor. Damian was on high alert running to where the sound was coming from. He stopped short when he saw Dick kicking and flailing his leg screaming, "Get it off me!" Dash was clinging to Dick's leg with claws, teeth and something that rebelled against physics.
Damian leaped to aid Dick. He grabbed the cat and after struggling with it for minutes, Dash let go. The cat seemed to smirk as he looked at the two brothers. He growled at them and disappeared in the manor.
Dick hoped that Dash had run away to the streets of Gotham.
That was a wasted hope.
Jason had come by the cave after getting shot with an armor piercing round for Alfred to patch him up. Jason was half unconscious when he saw the ugliest cat he'd ever seen licking up his blood off the floor.
Alfred walked in then and when he saw the cat he reacted violently, by trying to stab the cat with a syringe full of donkey tranquilizer dart. The fight between Alfred and Dash was long and brutal, to say the very least. British Special Forces verses the best street fighter in Gotham, weighing in at a one hundred and forty pounds Alfred the Butler, verses nine pound two ounces, Dash the Destroyer.
Alfred's arm needed stiches from his palm to his elbow, along with ten stiches on his face. Alfred had to be talked down from shooting Dash with his shotgun that he kept Alfred kept insisting over and over that, "That cat's a demon. He needs to die before he kills one of us."
Dash escaped relatively unscathed.
Jason, who watched the whole bloody battle couldn't believe it. He vowed not to return to the manor unless the cat was gone. He left soon after getting his shoulder patched up.
Bruce had been gone the week that Dash had cursed the manor with his presence. He was greeted first by the sight of the cat in his chair at the table. He picked that cat and tried to get it to move.
Everyone in the manor knew Bruce was home early when they heard him screaming. The cat almost bit his thumb off.
Completely off.
Damian ran to his father with a blow dart gun armed and ready for anything the cat could come after him with. The cat was prepared and chased Damian. Dash leaped on the stair banister and latched on to Damian's arm his fingers and hand started bleeding. He managed to shake the cat off and lock himself in his closet.
He called for help and pressed the emergency button. He pulled off his shirt and tried to slow the bleeding. He peeked out the slat to see Dash staring back at him.
Half an hour later Damian was rescued by Dick. Dash leaped out the window of the manor. Dick picked up Damian and brought him to the med bay in the Batcave. Alfred finished stitching him up just as Tim walked in.
"Hey, Bruce told me I could find you here. I have some bad news." Tim looked guilt-ridden and apologetic he continued, "I ran over your new cat. I'm sorry, he leapt in front of my tires. There wasn't anything I could do."
Tim looked at both Alfred and Damian, there expressions ranged from excited and pain filled. "What happened to you all? Bruce's hand is all bandaged, Alfred even has stiches and Damian, that's the roughest I've ever seen you. When I told Bruce I accidently killed the cat he hugged me."
Alfred walked over and hugged Tim. "You have rid the world of a menace, Master Timothy."
Damian looked relieved and said, "Dash did it all. He beat Alfred in a fight, he almost bit off Fathers thumb, and my hands going to be useless for at least a month." Damian sighed, "That cat was evil. I hate to admit it, but Drake you did the world a favor."
Tim sat for a second and began to wonder if Damian had just said a cat was evil and he was right in the same sentence.
AN
I, in no way support animal abuse. This is just a crazy story.
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