Bruce had dropped Damian off at school the next morning so he could talk to his teachers. The class whispered more than usual about the rich boy, watching his father talk harshly to his teacher.
Damian sat, waiting for him to leave and for Jesslyto show up. But she didn't. Bruce walked up to his son and looked at the empty seat next to him.
"Jesslys seat?" Damian nodded. "Where is she?"
Damian shrugged. "She might be late, who knows." His father said goodbye and told him that Dick would be picking him up to watch him for the next day, and Tim would be there too.
Damian only nodded and looked down at his cast. Small names from his brothers, Alfred and his father were written in it, but there was a big space just for Jessly, because no matter how much he didn't want to admit it- Jessly had made his way into his
cold heart and warmed itto the touch.
Dick looked behind Damian, searching for Jessly. "Where's-"
"Didn't show up today." His voice was cold. She didn't show up. She left, she's done with me.His tone said. Dick frowned.
Tim was in the car, typing something into his screen. "Hey Damian. How's Jess-"
"Enough already! She's gone! She didn't show up! She's done!"
Dinner at the Wayne Manor was uncomfortable that night. No one date spoke, except Jason who was asking for seconds and to pass the salt more than once.
Dick looked at Damian, worried. Dick was always a the very bugger brother that was closest to a father for Damian. So he was worried about him; Jessly had made him smile and blush on more than one occasion and now he was scared she left.
Tim stood up, still watching his screen tat was attacked to a wrist band. He looked at Jason and Dick before motioning for them to follow them.
Damian watched his brothers leave. He picked at his plate, still upset.
"Tim! What are you-!" Tim shushed him and motioned to the security cameras. Standing outside in the freezing rain was a girl, who looked like...
She looked like she was deciding on knocking it not. How had she gotten iver the gates? How long and she been there. Finally, they watched her hand meet the door twice. She looked up to where the camera was and mouthed 'please'
The door opened to show the three brothers. She shivered. She was soaking wet and she knew she had a cold by now.
She couldn't go to school today; the fight with Batman had taken a toll on her body. All the bruises and sprains she had was ridiculous, and she made it worse with the flips and tricks, and then what happened when she got home.. The hienas were o close
to getting a big, human shaped meal.
"Where's Damian?" She met each brothers eye.
"I don't think he wants to see you." Jason snapped, ready to close the door shut.
"I know, but please let me in. I have to see him. I have to apologize and tell him why I wasn't at school."
Dick looked over her, assessing the damage done to her. "What happened to you Jessly?"
Her eyes trailed to the ground. "I think it's better if I explain it to everyone."
Jessly watched as Damian's brothers dragged him in and sat him on a chair. He glared at her, making her cringe away.
"Look Damian- I'm sorry I wasn't at school. I just-"
"Why are you here Jessly?"
There were moments of silence where she just rolled her sleeves up and whipped away the make-uo covering her bruises and tying her hair back.
"Dad wasn't so happy with me."
Damian watched inhorror as he assessed the damage done to her. This is why she wasn't at school.
"Jessly... What the hell! Your own father shouldn't have done this to you!"
But it wasn't just dad. It was the Bat too. She wanted to say, but if she did they could take her to Arkamn because she'd have to tell them who she really was. And that wasn't happening.
"It doesn't matter. He was mad. I can't change that. Just don't be mad at me anymore, okay? I hate when people are mad." Damian nodded.
The brothers left, allowing them to be alone. Damian looked over to a table and saw a marker.
He grabbed it, confusing Jessly until she saw the cast on his arm. She signed it, big bold letters in her name with a smiley face at the end.
They talked, just stupid stuff like always. It was good for them to catch up, even if it was only a day. When Alfred for homewith Bruce, he cleaned up Jessly.
She cringed and whimpered from the pain in her ankles or wrist and from the bruiseslittering her body.
That night when she got home she locked herself in her room, vowing that her father was a crazy man, but she was to. And there was nothing to change that.
