Renesmee sat silently amongst the gardens of Wayne Manor, a single journal in hand with a pen in the other. The line of the pen traced along with the page slowly with patience and silent effort, the dark lines carefully forming together to make a form of a field: the small stars dotted by the distance, the moon up high, with two people sitting on a hill; two girls, and one boy. The tallest girl had dark hair, dark skin, with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The boy had short hair, light skin, with shorts and a t-shirt, sitting crisscrossed. The last one, the younger girl had dark, short hair, light skin, wearing a black shirt with a skirt.
That girl was Renesmee's self-image. No. It wasn't just that: It was what she pictured to happen.
A single-family outside, watching the beautiful, clear night sky that she could see now.
Renesmee looked up, holding her book close to her chest as her silver eyes met the moon, glowing ever so bright on this fine night. The stars around twinkling so distantly, but they kept shining bright just like the moon. 'So...beautiful. If only...Father was able to see such a beautiful sky.' she thought hopefully.
She looked down, her thoughts picking up on the subject. 'I can't blame him missing this though...he is always busy. All-day...all night long...' she noted carefully.
As the ward of the one and only Bruce Wayne, she had always expected for the big millionaire to be kept up on his day shifts and night shifts. He was a millionaire at daylight, but at moonlight, Batman would be released. That was one thing she had to keep note of silently: Bruce Wayne was indeed Batman, protector of Gotham and millionaire all in one. Renesmee could never feel guilty but to feel worrisome for Bruce; he had a lot on his mind, and a load of things in his hands that were from his desires, needs, and expectations for the world he's in.
She had done all she could do for the millionaire. Give love in return the same he had done for her. He had taken her in when she was once lost, alone, afraid...
It was the best she could do.
"Miss Renesmee?"
Renesmee turned to the sound of the call and her eyes widened to see Alfred Pennyworth by the doorway, looking in her direction. "Hm?" she tilted her head, curious for his sudden appearance. "Pardon me for the disruption, Miss, but it is quite past your bedtime," the elderly butler said in his proper manner.
She smiled and nodded, closing her book and holding it to her chest as she inside the huge, grand home of Wayne Manor, with Alfred not so far behind her while she went up the staircase. She picked out her pair of pajamas, all black with astrology marks on them as she went into the restroom to change, placing them on before she came out, all ready and tidy. She crawled herself into her bed, with Alfred coming over to place the covers over her form. "Do you need anything else, Miss Renesmee?" the butler asked.
Renesmee shook her head in response.
"Very well, have a wonderful night, Miss," Alfred said as he went to leave, but he paused as two arms wrapped around his waist. He looked over to see Renesmee hugging him, her head burying itself against him with a small smile. "T-Thank you, Alfred..." Renesmee spoke slowly in a soft, quiet manner. Alfred smiled at this, it was always nice to hear Renesmee's voice every once in a blue moon, knowing very well how attached she had been to the family ever since she stepped foot in the Manor. Alfred patted Renesmee's head, his fingers brushing through her short, dark hair affectionately. "You are welcome, Miss Renesmee," he responded before he got up and walked out of the room, shutting the lights off before he closed the door.
Renesmee laid down, placing her blanket over her form with a small smile, closing her eyes as sleep dawns upon her form.
2 Hours Later - 12: 34 PM - Night
The Batmobile drives in through the secret underground road, making its parkway in the famous Batcave, where Alfred had waited as the Dark Knight parked in and turned off the vehicle. The window shield opens and Batman hops out, and a second male pops out as well, although, this male was far younger, a boy. He had jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and fairly light skin. The boy wore what appeared to be a black ninja uniform up and down from where he stood.
"Welcome back, Master Bruce," Alfred spoke formally and looked at the unfamiliar boy in front of him. "I presume this is the young man of whom you spoke?" he concluded curiously.
The boy then spoke upright as his father could speak, "Hello Pennyworth, I've heard of you," he spoke in a calm, almost in a judging tone.
Alfred bowed at the boy. "At your service, Master Damian," he welcomes as he stood back up straight.
Damian, the boy, scanned the butler up and down for a moment before he took a look around, and glanced over the man's shoulder. "Where are the rest of the servants?" he asked. Alfred looked at him, confusion is ever so clear. "I am the sum total," he responded with a raised brow.
Damian's eyes widened as he looked at Batman, skeptical. "You have only ONE servant?" he asked.
"He's not a servant." Batman scolded. "He's a friend," he told him.
Damian took this information in with a scoff. He turns around and walks over toward the Batcave computer in wonder, inspecting it carefully, seeming to take interest. "So, this is the fabled Batcave," he noted. "Grandfather told me all about it," he said. Batman and Alfred watch as the boy sat by a chair, scanning the computer in front of him before he turned himself around and continued to scan around with intent wonder. "Smaller than I imagined. Very efficient though," he noted.
Batman and Alfred looked at each other silently before they looked back at Damian, who moved from the chair and went up the staircase, going up the second floor with his hands behind his back. Alfred looked at Batman, skeptical of what he saw. "He is the spitting image of you at that age," he told him, crossing his arms and closing his eyes exaggeratedly. "It's a bit chilling," he admitted.
"Tell me about it," Batman responded in agreement. "Look, you're gonna have to get him settled," he told the butler. "I'm not sure how long he'd be here, but...for the time being, this will be his home," he says with slight uncertainty. He changes the subject a bit. "How's Renesmee?" he then asked. "Well rested, sir. Now, it seems she might have more company to be suited with when you're gone," he responded. Batman nodded with a slight smile. "I know I'm not always here to spend time with her, but...maybe with Damian around, she won't have to feel too alone," he said with a bit of ease in his tone.
Meanwhile, Damian continued inspecting the second floor, and one object caught his interest. There was a glass closet that held a former Robin uniform inside, untouched and well-made to the boy's curiosity. He turns to the two elder males on the bottom floor, walking to the rails to see them from above. "It looks rather effeminate, don't you think?" he asks.
"Master Dick was a boy when he wore that," Alfred responded as he walked up the stairs. Damian raised a brow. "Where is he now?" asked Damian. "Moved on, and so shall we," the butler replies as he leads Damian away towards the door. "Would you like to see where you'll be sleeping?" he asked the boy, who nodded in response.
It took a moment for Alfred to show the young Wayne around the manor. He presented the rooms by the hall, the kitchen that was downstairs, the dining room, and even the doorway outside. The tour comes to an end as the old butler opens a door to a neat, and empty, spare bedroom. "I hope this isn't too cramped for you," he says, allowing the boy to walk in and look around. Alfred continues on with his small tour, showing the doors that connect with the bedroom they were in. "That door leads to your bath, the other leads to a game room," he instructs. He grabs a remote by a small dresser, and the boy watches with wonder. "And you also have this for your amusement," he says. With the press of a button, the TV turns on, displaying a silly cartoon show much to Damian's distaste.
"Naturally, you have the run of the mansion," Alfred says to the boy.
Damian scoffs. "Of course, I know that," he says, turning back to the TV before he glanced back at the elder butler. "Prepare some tea Pennyworth. Brown sugar instead of white, fresh cut lemon, and a china cup," requested Damian, who walks over to a soft chair, sitting down and relaxing while Alfred watches. "Perhaps Master would like some warm, mixed nuts, and a hand towel," Alfred says dryly.
Damian seems to catch on to this and narrows at the elder man. "Watch yourself, Pennyworth," he warned. "I'm not so young that I don't understand sarcasm," he told the butler, who dismisses it in his cool exterior. "Well I am much too old to care," Alfred responded dryly. He takes the remote and turns off the television. "Although, Miss Renesmee would find it amusing, to say the least," he says as he walks out.
Damian looks over to Alfred, suddenly interested. "And who is Renesmee?" he asked. "Another servant?" Alfred shook his head slowly. "Far from it. Renesmee is your roommate," he says.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opens, and Alfred looks over to see Renesmee walking out and walking towards the staircase in the butler's direction. "Why, Renesmee, what are you doing up at this hour?" he asks curiously. Renesmee looked up at the elder butler and pointed to her throat and stomach, to which he was able to catch on. "Oh, you're thirsty, aren't you?" he chuckles slightly in amusement. "Getting a glass of water, I assume?" he guessed. Renesmee nodded with a tired smile.
She suddenly looks over to see another figure by the door, and her eyes widen to see Damian standing there with a confused expression. "Is this my roommate you spoke about, Pennyworth?" he asked. Alfred nodded. "Miss Renesmee, this is Master Damian, our new guest and Bruce's...son. Master Damian, this is Miss Renesmee, she will be your current roommate in your stay," he introduces both to each other. Renesmee silently inspected the boy, who looked so much like Bruce Wayne, despite his younger age. He held a solid stone expression, scowling. His hawk eyes never left her silver ones, and yet, something about them almost made him shiver inside, but he didn't seem to understand why and covering it up nonetheless.
Renesmee nods and lends out her hand, giving a warm, quiet, welcoming smile to the boy.
He looks at her hand before looking back to her, his eyes fixed on her silver pair once more. "Roommate, you say?" Damian spoke, scanning Renesmee up and down, then at Alfred before gazing back to her. Renesmee gulped silently, her eyes shifting from contact in discomfort, not liking the intense stares she was given. "Batman and I are the ONLY relatable roommates in this household," he said. Renesmee's breath hitched, taken aback by his harsh words.
Ouch. That hit a nail through her skin.
Nonetheless, Renesmee takes a silent breath and smiles silently. Alfred places a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently as he looked between the two. "I believe more will be discussed in the morning. Miss Renesmee, go get your water, and rest up for tomorrow," he told her. Renesmee nodded and looked at Damian with a smile, waving to him as she leaves, who scowls slightly at the female. "Well now, have a pleasant night, Master Damian," Alfred says as he closes the door. "Goodnight, Pennyworth," Damian responded with a nod.
The room turned dark, and Damian prepares for his slumber. Questions floated in his mind, most especially, that silent Renesmee who seemed too nice for her own good.