The Bat, the Miko, and the Birds

by Writing Inu

Damian was not pleased. Not one bit. This entire time he had thought he was the only true son of Batman. It never occurred to him that there might've been another woman in his father's life before his mother (Catwoman did not count) because standing before him was his half-sister, Kagome Higurashi. (Rated for language & dark themes)

25. A True Artist

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR DC. THEY BELONG TO THEIR OWN RESPECTIVE OWNERS

Edited: 2/20/2019

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"Shit." Jason groaned as he entered his dark apartment and limped toward his bedroom.

Tonight had been bustling with more scumbags than usual and, with Batman and the others on vacation, patrol had taken longer than usual. Though, he had to admit it was a good workout. Luckily he hadn't taken any major hits, nothing more than bruises, at most.

Jason took off his helmet and and ran his fingers through the sweaty, flat tresses. He shrugged off his jacket, revealing the black t-shirt underneath. Grabbing the sweatpants that had been lying in the pile of clothes on his bed, he took off the pants he was wearing and put those on.

As he headed towards the kitchen, he contemplated making food. The teenager opened his refrigerator to see his options. Several water bottles, day-old leftovers from Chinese takeout, expired cheese, and a half-empty bag of Wonder Bread. Jason's face brightened. So far, this bread was the only highlight of his day. He grabbed two bottles of water and the bag of bread. Kicking the refrigerator door closed, he headed to the scruffy old couch in the living room and plopped down. He switched on the television with the remote next to him. The news turned on and he didn't feel like changing the channel, so he let it be and chugged down a bottle of water.

"So it seems, billionaire, Bruce Wayne, has landed safely and soundly in Tokyo." The anchorwoman announced.

Jason listened with half an ear as he began eating his bread.

"Speaking of billionaires, Tiffany, Shippo Nishimura has created another masterpiece for his collection: "Shikon no Kakera". Have you seen it? It's absolutely stunning!"

Jason spared the screen a glance before returning his attention to the almost empty bag of bread. Eating expired bread couldn't kill people right?

"It sure is, Andrew, and we were lucky enough to have Charlotte interview the artist himself."

A video feed took up the screen and there was a man with turquoise eyes and vibrant orange hair sitting with Charlotte inside a small café.

"Thank you so much for joining me today, Mr. Nishimura."

The man chuckled. "Of course. It's no problem."

Jason froze. Turning his body ever so slowly, he locked his eyes onto the tv screen.

"So first off, I want to congratulate you on your latest painting. It's beautiful. But could you tell me where you get your inspiration from? In fact, all your works have this element of otherworldliness. It's simply spectacular!"

The man smiled, his turquoise eyes glowing with excitement. "Well, Charlotte, imagination is a big part of the inspiration-"

Jason's topaz eyes narrowed at the orange haired male. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of the man that had been in Crane's lab. He was sure of it.