Chapter Four: Wayne Family
"You're my favorite child," Bruce Wayne proclaimed gravely, dropping a firm grip on her frozen shoulder.
"E-eh?" Kagome gapped widely, not at her father's declaration but rather at the sight before them.
Like a scene from an anime from her homeland, limbs flew and household items flew.
Thankfully, the delicate items were caught by the experienced hands of Alfred.
Entangled in flying fists and kicks were the male wards of Gotham's richest bachelor.
Damian Wayne, Tim Drake and Richard Grayson seemed to be in the middle of a death match in the main living room.
"Do the world justice and die, Drake!"
"Why don't I just send you back to the hellhole you came from gremlin!"
"Come on guys, we're all family here! We love each ot-Ow! Damian!"
Or rather, Damian and Tim seemed engaged in attempting to murder one another whilst Richard struggled to break the two apart.
Not an unfamiliar occurrence, but one the father and daughter did not expect to come home to after a quaint, private lunch together.
With an exasperated sigh, Bruce moved into the crowd and plunged a fist straight into the middle of the chaos.
One by one, he threw each irate member of the Wayne family to different areas of the living room.
"WAH! Bruce!" Richard danced gracefully as he gained his footing once more, nearly toppling over one of the many couches.
"Bruce!" Tim careened to the right, arms flailing as he gripped for furniture for balance.
Said Bruce made sure to direct the most volatile of the group into his favorite daughter's waiting arms.
"Father! Damn it!" Damian cursed as familiar slender arms draped around his shoulders and held him firmly, "Kagome! Let go of me at once!"
Though he could've broken out, the grip she had on him indicated any escape maneuver he utilized would result in bodily harm. He wasn't about to admit it but she was the only other ward he acknowledged as family, albiet half but family nonetheless.
Not unless...
"Come on Damian, let's calm d-" Kagome froze, the blood draining from her face.
Furniture clattered to the ground, all eyes and attention on the youngest Wayne and female company.
Then came Bruce's thundering steps.
Damian skirted away, feet lighter than air as he dodged his patriarch and jump tackled Tim to the ground.
"This is not over!" Damian took to the element of surprise.
"Gah! You're dead now Damian! Why would-she's not-what's wrong with you?!" Tim fought with renewed vigor.
"DAMIAN," Richard joined the rough housing with a separate purpose, arms attempting to grapple Damian to strangle him.
Kagome found her face pressed firmly into an expensive Armani suit, the blood rushing back to her face into a full-blown blush.
"H-he-"
"Don't even think about it, Kagome," Bruce growled through grinding teeth, his arms tightening around his daughter.
He knew Kagome would easily assimilate with his family however this was not what he had in mind.
In all the time he had known his young son, the Dark Knight had never seen him kiss anything.
Damian would never be allowed Kagome again.