Chapter 4
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Warning: Some minor cursing
Emma was surprised when the whole day had passed that hadn't been fired she assume after the third day that Damian just hadn't cared enough to tell anyone which she was very thankful for. Following that argument with Damian, Dick later had come to apologize for his unwanted advances and asked her she would consider being his friend.
She agreed happily and they continued to meet in her part of the house for movie night which had turned into horror movie night since it was now 3 days till Halloween.
When the unthinkable happen she awoke just like any normal day quickly tied up her hair in a bun and done the maid uniform before she began her Mondays rounds in cleaning.
Her journey was cut short when she noticed two distinct things on the way past the stair. One, Alfred Pennyworth was waiting for her. And two, Bruce Wayne was awake by his side at early 7am in an Armani black business suit, sunglasses and a brief case in hand.
The both stopped conversing as she came into view Alfred waved her over him asked her to fallow him. As they ascended the stairs she noticed Bruce Wayne walked out to leave for a day of work.
They took the flight of stair all the way to the top floor took a left past the entertainment room two the door on the right stopping just in front of the door.
Alfred turned to face her she finally noticed that it looked like he had hardly slept the night.
"Ms. Watson there seems to have been an accident and it appears that Young Master Damian wrecked his motorcycle last night and broke his leg."
She looked at him in shock so that why the strange scene this morning Alfred allowed her to regain her composer before continuing.
"As I will be busy with other business affair with Master Bruce the care of Master Damian falls to you. You will act civilized and ignore his attempts to argue with you as he is just injured and feeling vulnerable in his current state."
"There is a time table chart posted by his bed and I have taken the liberty of also uploading it to our phones the alarm will notify you when he takes his pain medication and also his meals. He is not to leave the bed for any circumstances until either I or Master Bruce says otherwise."
"Here are list of things that he can do and signs to watch out for. If you need anything Ms. Watson do not hesitate to call myself or please inform Master Richard and he will gladly help, his room is right across this one."
She twisted the knob to the bedroom softly. The silent mechanism allowing the door to swing open to reveal the dark room that was her destination, the unknown lay ahead.
She made hasten steps into Damien's lair the only sound cutting through silent room was a soft low breathing which not surprising did nothing to comfort her shaken nerves.
As her vision adjusted to the dim lighting she was met with something she hadn't expected. Lavished furniture, rich paints and irreplaceable objects decorating the large chamber is what she pictured in her mind but instead she was taken aback by the simplicity she met with.
His room was artless and bare of personal objects, only a couple weapons hung from the wall there was also a desk in the far corner that looked like it was rarely used.
Near the center lay a california king size bed with tints of white and blue sheets lay a skewed, a night stand had a couple of pictures of his family and a time table Alfred had mentioned.
Right next to his bed was an empty chair which she assumed was there for her to wait until he became conscious she strode over and thought boy was he in for a surprise…
Emma arranged her skirt before sitting in the chair watched the young master lay unconscious from the medication.
Now that he lay there she had time to look upon him without fear of repercussions.
He was covered half way up his tan chest with white sheets. His dark, blue comforter laid at the end of the bed. Besides the dark purple and green bruising that decorated in random patterns across his body, his face was relaxed giving him younger appearance and childlike innocence. Carrying none of the hard steal that made him seem impenetrable, and shape eyes that pierced you with there depths.
She took catalogue of the bruises making a note to put the crème to heal quickly. Emma's brown eyes widen when she locked on to worse injury on Damian; the injured leg that was laid out, uncovered from the sheet in cased in a plaster cast. It seemed the family had already written on it leaving there get well wishes for the youngest member of family to see when he awoke.
Get better soon baby bird-Dick
Try not to break the other one-Tim
Take care to rest, young sir-Alfred
Son, please rest so you can recover-B (she assumed that was Bruce)
Emma smiled little then turned into frown when she saw Damien's forehead began to scrunch up his forehead breaking into a cold sweat, his being to come out in huffs.
And he once again began to mumble in Arabic but it was too mumble for her to make out any words she gently place her hand over his tan one.
Damien's face relaxed and his breathing became calm again his hand warming her own.
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Damien Wayne's eyes fluttered open the light from the curtains poured into his room reflecting on the wooden surfaces.
His face grimaced a little when the light hit his lax pupils his blue eyes took in his surroundings.
He felt the mattress hugging his large frame, a light cover draped over the lower half of his body, heard the soft breathing of dick across the hall still asleep.
His internal clock said it sometime during the early afternoon.
How long had he been out? Where was father or Alfred?
His bedroom seemed to be in order the last thing he recalled before his vision had blurred had been the huge frame of Killer Crock running at him full force, metal beams falling over like dominos.
It happened all too suddenly Drake had fallen, his pathetic grapple giving out to the added weight of civilian in his arms. Damien did what he would do for any family member pushing the older man and small child in his arms out of the way. The last thing was the large, steel beam coming down on his leg the beast pushing it not far behind.
His vision had swam black and he faintly recalled familiar voices reassuring him he was fine and a searing pain that rain up his right leg when a heavy pressure lifted allowing the blood to rush into the limb.
He groaned in discomfort when the injury as if answering to a silent call came to life with a vengeance, throbbing till he felt his blood pressure and heart beat alleviate.
Another quiet groan escaped from his tightly closed lips as his vision blurred he squeezed his hands until a spasm passed then he was startled as he felt a responding reassuring squeeze in his left hand. His ocean blue eyes opened again, he smelled a familiar lilac scent wafting in the stagnant room.
Soft brown eyes gazed at him, concerned written over the maids features, her body language was practically screaming mother hen mode.
He registered the pinch of a needle entering him arm and after a couple of moments he got the sensation of numbness all over, then he was floating, his eyes fluttered shut. The last thing he heard before consciousness left him was a light voice of the women telling him to stop fighting and rest.
Her soft fingers brushed his bangs; a soothing motion that left him feeling slightly uncomfortable with the unfamiliar person doing a gesture that calmed his nerves. Dick or Bruce had often comforted him as a boy when he fallen ill or injured himself during patrol.
"Its okay sir, rest now. Sshh its alright your safe.."
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"This is ridiculous I am not a child now I demand you assist me out of this bed at once."
His blue eyes shone brilliantly, a flame burning bright with inner rage.
Damian attempted to remove himself for the bed room again his breathing came out as laborious from the pain coursing through his injured body.
Emma put her hand gently on his chest, it landed over his pounding heart, his muscle rippled under her pressure to keep him down.
"Sir, please your hurt! Mr. Pennyworth said you shouldn't leave this bed for anything!" Emma implored.
Damien pushed the light sheet off to the side, struggling to get to a sitting position while the maid continued to wrestle down the 5'9, 170 pound male.
Emma face flushed with over excretion, her lips trembling with anger when his eyes narrowed again with more malice in the glare that promised pain. After 10 minutes passed continuous struggling she thought.
Gosh for a injured guy he sure can fight I don't know if I keep this up for long.
The next moments were a blur of movement her arms gave out for the force to keep the wounded man down.
She fell forwards across the upper body of her battered charge, in response the young man let out a pain filled yelp his body giving out to the extra weight falling back onto the bed.
The pair lay across the bed both breathing hard, their faces flushed for different reasons. Emma's' brown eyes made contact with deep cerulean eyes they stayed like that for what felt like forever each trying to see if the other showed any signs of a continued fight.
A loud bang made Emma jump slightly in surprise the Damian gave a grunt when the women's weight moved above his battered one.
Dick Grayson totted over to the pair on the bed, his eyes gleaming with impish delight
"What do we have here?" he stopped near the end of the bed gesture towards them.
"What happened little D, couldn't keep those hands off our lovely maid here? I know it's hard to resist her womanly charm but at least wait till your all better otherwise Bruce will have a cow."
Emma couldn't decide what made her blush more, her friends words or the feeling of Damien's chest vibrating as he spoke in slight rumble.
"Ttt, Grayson what absurd words are coming out of that ridiculous mouth of yours?" Damien stared at Dick as if he had grown a second head.
Damien quickly pushed the maid into sitting position away from his bruised abdominals.
The brothers quickly switched to a different language before she realized it. She looked on with astonishment, a silent spectator to the duel of tongues.
As they flowed from various dialectal easily Damian's expression became more and more animated as words sailed back and forth. She assumed as slight sneer and tts jumbled in as he spoke and from person experience that Damian was throwing insults. While at the receiving end of those words was a much amused Dick, whose appearance seemed to glow with delight and mischief at every reply he gave.
Finally Dick gave a cocky retort smiling in victory when Damian face grew blank his mouth slightly agape and was left without a reply.
"Ce n'est pas un amour qui est sans visibilité, mais une jalousie"
(translation)It is not love that is blind, but jealousy
Dick quickly turned his eyes in her direction, smiling too innocently he said"Emma I think after all this pain medication Little D is feeling drowsy and is gonna need some grub. Why don't you be a dear and go reheat the soup Alfred prepared this morning, kay?"
She quickly scooted off the edge of the bed rearranging her skirt and apron she hurriedly made steps towards her exit.
Emma felt two pairs of eyes that followed her until long after she had left the room.
The next two days passed uneventfully it wasn't until Halloween when Emma started noticing strange things about her charges.
Boy she wished she could turn back and pretend what she saw Halloween day and the next months after had never happened. As they say ignorance is bliss.
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