"Where are we going?" Damian asked as his uncle grabbed his arm. He had been sure that his mother would have loads to say to him about what happened but he hadn't even seen her since the night it happened.

Peter sighed, hating himself for having to do this "You and I are going on a little trip."

"A trip? What's going on?"

"Just… Not right now, Damian," Peter told him before grabbing the bags that his sister had laid out for Damian "Is there something you want to take with you?"

Damian narrowed his eyes "Take where?"

"Damian…"

"I know, I know," he sighed "Don't ask questions until you're ready to answer them. My guitar."

"Go and get it, then. We have to go before your mother gets back," Peter murmured, ushering his nephew back into the house. This was going to be a long drive. Not only because he was forced not to tell his nephew until they were there but the whole thing in general. He disliked his sister for this and was sure that this whole thing would come back to bite her in the ass sooner or later.

Derek wandered out after Damian, a look of confusion on his face "What's going on, Uncle Peter? Where are you going?"

"I can't tell you," Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. He turned to look at Derek "Go and talk to your mother when she gets back. I'm sure she's going to tell you."

The nerves in Damian's stomach get even worse. This was bad. He had no idea what his mother had planned but he just knew that he wasn't going to like it. The way Peter was acting was just another variable to a very confusion equation "I'll see you, Derek," Damian murmured, pulling his big brother into a hug "Take care, okay?"

"Why are you talking like you're not coming back?" Derek asked.

Damian shrugged "Call it a precaution. Or a gut feeling. You know that mother isn't happy with me."

"But she wouldn't send you away," Derek protested, clinging to his brother. He had been his rock ever since the incident with Paige and he didn't want to lose him too. Derek couldn't lose his brother.

Damian exchanged a look with Peter before he extracted himself from Derek "Wouldn't she? I'm sorry, Der."

"I'll talk to her," Derek vowed, watching as his younger brother got into the car "I promise that I'll talk to her."

Damian looked up at the imposing building in confusion "What are we doing here, Uncle Peter?"

Peter sneered slightly, his anger showing freely now that he was alone with his nephew. He never censored himself around Damian. Never had and probably never would "Your mother thought it a good idea for you to 'get your head straight again'."

"So she's really sending me away?" he breathed, blinking against the tears "I mean, I already guessed but... Why?"

"I won't repeat her reasoning because quite honestly, it's a load of bull," Peter said, placing his hand on his nephew's shoulder "I'm really sorry but I couldn't do anything. I'm just glad that she allowed me to drop you off."

Damian nodded, wiping at his eyes "I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it..." It was then that something pushed to the forefront of his mind "What about the full moons?"

"I'll try to come by sometimes but you're going to have to get through most of them by yourself," Peter said, trying to keep the sympathy from his voice. He really cared for his nephew, more so than for the rest of Talia's children. Not that he didn't care for them but he was just so much like Peter... Maybe that was the reason why his sister decided to send him away. She couldn't bare having another black sheep in the family and hoped this school would give him the attitude adjustment he needed. And the fact that Damian killed an innocent was the last straw "Want me to come in with you?"

Damian shook his head "I can manage. I'm sure mother got everything ready so you're not going to be needed."

"She most assuredly did," Peter nodded before pulling his nephew into his arms.

Before Damian headed towards the entrance, he stopped "Can you do me a favour? Look after Derek. There is something going on with him and neither mother nor dad would listen to me."

"His girlfriend just died, Damian," his uncle pointed out "I think he is allowed to be a bit broody."

Damian shook his head harshly "No. I saw him in town with a woman. An older woman. I don't know who she is but there's something wrong."

Peter's eyes widened "Is that why you went after that girl a few nights ago?"

"I thought that was her," Damian admitted "They were wearing the same perfume. I – I regret killing an innocent but I really thought that I was helping."

Peter hurried over, tilting his nephew's head up "I understand and despite what my sister thinks, Derek was never going to be Laura's enforcer. You have all the makings of a good one."

"Well, I guess I got that from you," Damian smiled, nudging his uncle's shoulder.

"Oh, the horror," Peter groaned mock dramatically.

Damian rolled his eyes before picking his bags back up "Get out of here. I better get settled into prison before mother decides I'm better of banished… Oh, wait."

Peter let out a sigh before ruffling Damian's hair "I'm going to miss having you around every day, brat."

"Yeah," Damian mumbled softly. He might play strong but he was hurting. How could his mother do that to him? Sure, he made a mistake but he was regretting it. Banishing him from the pack, from everything he had known was something he never expected his mother to do. Then again, Peter was right. Damian had always been too close to his uncle and they were so much alike. Talia had never been Peter's biggest fan, even if he was her little brother. He was too ruthless in her mind and didn't fit in with her vision of peace.

He swallowed when he heard the car drive away and looked up at the building. Welcome to Dalton Academy.