Hello everyone! I'm so sorry for not updating this story any sooner. My life has been turned upside down, but in a good way. I didn't realize I haven't update this story in a long time and I knew half of this chapter was already done so I decided to finish it. It's very different from the way I write the other stories because it's just on one person's point of view. Plus, I was also having a hard time on how I would end the chapter.

But, enough of my ranting. I will let you guys read this chapter. I tried to make it longer, but I simply couldn't write anything more for this chapter.

I do not own any of DC's comic characters of Batman! I only own my OC Kairi Saga Wilson!

Enjoy you guys!

Chapter 3: Intentions

To be honest, I don't know what to think. My mind still couldn't comprehend the conversation between Jason and his adoptive father Bruce Wayne. I felt like the odd one out. I kept looking back and forth between the two while they stared in silence. It was too awkward to even try to speak up between the two. I didn't even know what to say. 'Hi, nice to meet you Mr. Wayne' or 'Your adoptive son saved my life from my mercenary father who wanted me to kill Jason.' Yeah, great conversation.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Mr. Wayne's deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked at him across from me. Oh yeah, did I also mention I'm in the limo with him because he wants to 'talk' with me. Jason was beyond livid, but Mr. Wayne insists on me riding with him. So, here I am. I let out a soft sigh and shook my head. I lowered my eyes to the black floor of the limo and found it way more interesting. "I assume you already know about my nightly activities?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.

"Talia told me." I whispered.

"Why?" He asked.

"She trusts me." I truthfully told him, but he didn't buy it.

"I know Talia. Why would she trust you with this information?" He asked me with his dark tone. I winced at the sound of his voice.

"She didn't want me to be a murderer like my father." My voice slightly quivered. I closed my eyes, the images of my father fighting Ra's and Talia shooting and fighting my father's men. I watched my father stab Ra's through the chest and Talia roughly grab my arm and telling me to run. I could hear my scream echo in my mind.

"Why would I trust the daughter of the famous mercenary Slade Wilson?" I opened my clover eyes and saw the droplets of my tears on the black floor of the limo.

"They wanted to give me a life. A life without killing and no more bloodshed." The tears came like rain drops. The images of Ra's being killed and Talia staying behind to fight off my father while me and Jason escaped. "I don't want to kill." I felt the car stop and heard the door being opened.

"We are home Master Bruce." A British accent reached my ears, but I didn't bother to look up.

"Give us a minute Alfred." He told the old British man, but he didn't budge.

"I'm sure whatever your discussing can wait for a moment Master Bruce. Excuse me, Ms.?" I finally looked up at the British old man and he gasped. "Oh dear, ma'am are you alright?" The kindness in his voice startled me. I felt the tears run down my cheeks and opened my mouth to speak, but it was cut off by another door opening. Jason's angry face startled me even more and glared at his adoptive father. He then pulled me out of the limo and slammed the door.

"Why am I not surprised." He muttered to himself and was literally dragging me into what appears to be Wayne Manor.

"Jason!" His father called for him. Jason roughly pulled me towards him and whispered in my ear.

"Get in the house now." He growled in my ear and pushed me towards the stairs. I clumsily walked up the stairs as the tears blurred my vision and stain my cheeks. I made it up to the front door and leaned against the door. A headache started to form and my entire body started to ache. A groan escaped my lips, my vision started to blur and my body felt like it was about to shut down from exhaustion. Before I knew what was happening, pink and red mist started to glow and surround my entire body. I felt my clover eyes turn magenta and I grabbed my head with both of my hands.

"No, not again." I said with terror in my voice. I snapped my eyes shut and kept saying not again over and over. I could feel my powers increase, but I felt a pair of hands on both of my shoulders and lightly shaking me.

"It's okay. You're safe. He's not here." That voice. It sounds so familiar. "He's not going to get to you. I promise. I'll kill him if it means to keep you safe." Wait, I know the voice. My eyes snapped opened and saw a familiar face.

"Damian?" I said with a shaky voice. The son of Bruce Wayne nodded and lightly squeezed my shoulders.

"He won't get to you, I swear on my grandfather's grave." Tears sprang down my cheeks and I felt my knees give in. Damian carefully helped me down to the ground. "You're safe." I felt my powers decrease at the familiar presence of Damian and the pink and red mist started to fade away. Anyone who I didn't know or familiar with would have been thrown back or get serious hurt. My eyes started to widen, but Damian gave me another light squeeze on my shoulders. "Your powers didn't hurt me, if that's what you're wondering." He told me and I gently nodded. I noticed his shoulders were less tense and I felt my eyes change back to their normal unique clover color.

"Damian, I'm scared." I shakily told him. "I don't want to put any of you in danger." Damian threw his arms around my neck and his body collided with mine.

"You're not putting any of us in danger." He whispered in my ear. "We're already in danger." That didn't really put any comfort, but I'll take it. I wrapped my arms around Damian and rest my forehead against his shoulder. Talia has told me so much about Damian and how much he has grown while living under his father's roof. I made a promise to Talia and I'm going to keep it. I'll watch and protect Damian. That's what my intentions are, if Mr. Wayne ever asks again.