Chapter 44: Peter

Damian's POV

"Damian, put your phone up before you walk in front of a bus or something." Todd growled over my shoulder.

Must he be so annoying? We were currently walking the nature trail in Gotham Park. Everything is covered in snow. I don't have good reception. And I'm about to die of boredom.

"Todd, you dumbass, there are no buses on a nature trail… why are we here?" I replied, uninterested in our surroundings.

"Because Dick said we needed to bond more and try to work on our anger issues. This is supposed to make us relax and become calmer… And he got Alfred to back him up."

"I do not have anger issues!" I yelled.

"Yeah, sure you don't. You're a perfect child." He replied sarcastically. "Okay, how about we just tell Dick that we've never felt closer or some shit like that, so we don't have to do this again."

"Very well."

I paused at the bridge when I noticed a man with a sack over his shoulder approaching the frozen water. What is he doing?

"Damian, come on. It's freezing and I'm tired of staring at dead trees and freaking nature." Todd ordered.

Wait, was that meowing? I watched as the man dropped the sack into a hole in the ice.

"No!" I screamed, leaping over the bridge.

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Jason's POV

"Damian!" I screamed as he leapt over the bridge and fell through the narrow ice.

Sprinting towards him, I could see the idiot reaching for some bag sinking through the icy water. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I pulled him from the freezing river of death.

"Damian! Damian, can you hear me!"

"Tttttooooodddd, hhhheeellllppp." He chattered through his teeth.

Stripping him of his heavy coat, jacket, scarf, sweater, and gloves, I pulled him against me as I removed my jacket and sweater before wrapping my coat around us. I quickly stood up with him shivering into my arms. We have to get out of here.

"Nnnnooo." He replied, while pointing to the bag.

"Fine." I replied, grabbing the bag and opening it as he buried his freezing face into my chest.

Opening the bag, I found five dead newborn kittens. I'm not an animal person, but this is just wrong. If I find that bastard who put those-

I broke off as one of the kittens moved slightly. Damn, it would be the runt of the litter. It was solid black with a patch of red covering his face; fugly little cat. Shoving the kitten into my pocket, I practically ran to my car.

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I took a seat beside his hospital bed. Damn. Bruce would be out of town. And of course Dick is with Tim, neither will answer their damn phones. And Alfred is over at Leslie's to "compare notes." I can't believe Damian almost died for nothing. He was gonna be crushed when he found out about the kittens. Wait… what about that one cat in my pocket?

I took out the damp, scrawny, feeble, midget, fugly cat. I expected the thing to be dead, but it was barely breathing. It does feel kinda cold. Hell, the thing hadn't even opened its eyes yet. Guess it's better than nothing.

Wrapping the kitten up inside my glove, I held the thing close to my chest. I hate cats. Why couldn't Damian have gone after a supermodel or something?

I stole a glance at the scrawny animal. Oh shit! Why isn't it breathing! Damian, it's a good thing I love you, because I'm about to give a damn cat CPR!

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Damian's POV

I opened my eyes to find Todd sitting beside me playing Candy Crush and losing horribly.

"Todd?"

"Mini Bat, you're awake… how do you feel?"

"Better." I replied.

"Good… You dumbass! What in the hell were you thinking! You could have died! If you ever do something like that again… I'll… I'll put your ass in a child leash!"

"I'm sorry… did they make it?" I sniffled.

Todd moved to stand over me.

"Don't say I never did anything for you." He replied, before dropping a kitten into my lap.

It was beautiful. He was black with a red patch on his face. It looked to be as if he was wearing a mask.

"What about the others?" I asked, while stroking my new kitten.

"Damian… there were no others. He was the only thing in the bag."

"But, it felt heavier."

"Rocks were in it."

"Oh, at least he's safe now."

"Oh thank Jesus! You have a new cat to add to your collection." Todd exclaimed sarcastically.

"Tt."

"Yeah, well, what are you gonna name the ugly bastard?"

I glanced down at the kitten. The red patch reminded me of a mask… or a hood. Meeting my brother's eyes, I replied, "Peter."

Jason's POV

A tiny smile crept out of the corner of my mouth at the mention of my middle name. At least he was happy now; I didn't have the heart to tell him about the other kittens. Wait a minute… Damian just named the ugliest cat after me. Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?

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