Its sad to say but the boys don't come out in this one…Well here is another chapter. It took forever but hey its here J
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"Do you know who I am?"
"No," was the unimpressed reply, of an exhausted hotel manager. She had already spent hours with the little boy who had refused to give out information, no matter how much candy and stickers she offered to him. He was only ten but she couldn't help but glare at him as she tried to stay composed.
Fighting with little kids is not what was expected from a five star hotel manager. The little boy had gathered a crowd, and the security guards had been motioned to hide behind some heavy drapes, the little boy had positioned him self at a high post in a corner that had to be more then fourteen feet, how he got up there? Well she couldn't tell…she blinked. Hopefully he would get down and then security would be able to escort him out.
"Are you listening to me!" The child bellowed, "I am Damian Wayne!" The hotel staff did a double take. Wait a second what? Was going through everybody's head. Dana the hotel manager swallowed "excuse me, what did you say?" She tried to ignore her staff who had all pulled out their phones. Phones were not allowed, "I demand to see my brothers you imbeciles."
"Little boy please get down," a maid said. Mira?
At least that's what Dana thought her name was….She tended to forget her staff's names. "Take me to them!" The little boy Damian shouted, wild. "Or the next time you wake up it will be over seas. In a ship!, sent as cargo to a uncharted island!" That was directed towards Dana…She had the feeling he didn't like her.
"Please get down." The maid tried again, she was fairly young and if Dana remembered correctly, she was very liked by the hotel's guest. "Where are my brothers!" the little guy snarled. "Mira?!" The question was aimed at the petrified maid who shook as the little boy slipped slightly. He had been there a long time. "Tina…Mrs." The maid Corrected. Dana rolled her eyes, whatever. "The Wayne Boys have not arrived." The front desk clerk replied hanging up the phone. Dana gave this Damian a smirk.
"Mister Wayne's Sons have not arrived." She never finished a guest had showed the manager her phone, and the smirk fell instantly. "Very well." She said ignoring the disapproving looks of a old couple who. "Get down your…Lineage has been proven?" The manager shook her head at the weirdness of the whole situation, the small boy did not get down. "It's okay." Dana glared, why was she so nice? Damian gave them all scathing looks. "Latter! Its obvious he cannot get down." Staff ran to a supply closet and pulled out a bright yellow latter. "Its okay kid!" A maintenance man shouted, "we got you."
Damian rolled his eyes and let go, the crowd screamed and a old woman fainted, He landed gracefully on his feet like a cat. "Where is their room woman? Hand over the key." The man at the front desk handed it over stunned. "Send your servants to my quarters. I want cookies and milk, and I want these cookies perfect just how pennyworth makes them, Tt" The little boy strutted away, dusting his shoulders.
5 Hours
The maid gave him a desperate look, she was seconds away from a nervous breakdown. "Who is pennyworth!" She asked frustrated pulling at her hair. "What's wrong with theses cookies?"
"They are not homemade…and they're chewy." Damian said dismissively.
She pulled in a shaky break, and prayed for patience….and a tranquilizer gun. The maid had been assigned to be the boys keeper until the rest of his family arrived, a couple of googled images and a teen magazine confirmed who he was. Tina wasn't sure if she could handle another minuet of any of it. Never mind the bonus offered. "Where is the pool?" She pointed down the hallway, and gave the easiest directions she could.
He seemed to have no trouble following them, throwing a towel over his thin shoulders, she followed behind him. His extra change of clothes in her arms. "Damian?"
"Tt."
"Sir."
"Tt ."
"Listen to me,"
"Tt."
Tina flinched when they stumbled across Dana and Damian did nothing short to aggravate her. "Where is Tina," He pointed behind him off handedly pushing the glass doors leading to the pool open. "What are you doing!" Dana hissed. "He is not safe to be put in public with normal people."
"Then why are you here?" The little boy spat, he marched towards Tina. "I need more lemonade."
"More? Your going to have to pee."
"Tt, I already handled that behind that sign." He pointed at a hotel sign, Dana's face plastered over it.
He shoved his cup in Dana's hand. "More." Turning back to his maid he pulled her to the pool with him by her sleeve. "Tell me." he said. She looked down at him in exasperation, her face melting into a gentle smile. He looked so cute, eyes wide and stricken.
"Who is that magnificent creature?"
She turned to see a little girl about thirteen, sitting on a lawn chair as she flipped through a teen magazine, slurping a slushie. 'That's Katie."
Gotham City
"Master Bruce, he is nowhere to be found."
"Did you check the furnace?"
" No I did not," Alfred said. "But I highly doubt he would be in there." Bruce sighed "You never know." "Should I be concerned?" Bruce shrugged, "I heard Jason whispering." Alfred nodded "No Master Bruce, your youngest would not be found in there if it was master Jason you heard talking about the furnace….But there is a possibly if it had been Master Tim."
"How do you know?" Bruce said suspiciously.
"Don't forget I am the eyes and ears of this house." He quirked an eyebrow. "And besides Master Jason roasts marshmallows in there." Bruce sat down heavily, "I failed at being father."
" You are making such a big deal, about this Bruce have you called the Boys? The hotel to see if he is there?" He paused, the wise words of old people. He stopped his panicking and dialed the Los Angeles hotel. "Hello?" It was answered pleasantly. "Is Damian Wayne at your hotel?" The once smooth and pleasant voice turned stiff, yes he was there. "Why yes sir, may we please discuss your so-" Dial tone, Bruce had hung up he rather not hear about how much money he owed the hotel…yet. Sighing in relief Alfred relaxed, "he is with the boys?" Bruce nodded.
"What's the emergency!" Superman burst in breathing heavily, he was still half in his Clark Kent get up. Bruce shoved a bowl of popcorn in his (even though he wouldn't ever admit it) best friends hands. "Our show, " (Or maybe he would). "Supernatural?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Your Jammies Master Clark?"
