Her brother's dagger and Talia's sword were laying on a flat platform next to the Batcomputer. Not very secure, but she supposed that they were coming back soon to secure them or just inspect them. From what Talia told her Batman isn't one to leave weapons around, which solidified her guess that she hadn't been unconscious for long, as her still drained body voting in favour of that hypothesis. Batman had said that he was going to contact Talia to make sure that Kiara was telling the truth, that's where he must be now. Considering this Kiara muse to herself, 'If he wasn't contacting her using the Batcomputer how is he contacting her? It's not like he has her phone number. There must be another room that he uses for communication, and that's where they have to be.' Grabbing her weapons, she strapped them back onto herself and set out to find Damian and Batman. Again.
She made her way out of the Batcave and into the actual house. This was the hard bit. All she could remember from her ride around to house to the Batcave were endless hallways and an uncomfortably bumpy trip. The mansion of a house was ginormous and she had no idea how she was going to be able to navigate her way to find any sort of room that they might use, never mind finding them. Maybe if her original 'captor' was still in the house it would be easy to find at least one of them, he seemed to be aimlessly wandering around when he found her so maybe he is doing that again.
Her voyage around the castle sized house seemed endless, all throughout the house she had her right hand over the door knob of her Brother's dagger, just in case. Slightly hunched over in a defensive position as she tiptoed through the halls, opening doors so that they were slightly ajar and she could see if there was anyone there. After fifteen minutes she had searched thirteen rooms and who knows how many hallways, and she hadn't found anyone. All of the rooms were: bedrooms, bathrooms, a gym, a library, an indoor cinema. Kiara had never known a house with so many rooms, nor that houses could have things like gyms, libraries and or cinemas.
The next door she checked looked just like the others, about six and a half feet tall, two feet wide and a deep mahogany wood and colour. Sighing to herself she shook her head and rolled back her shoulder and put her left hand over the door knob and pushed it open slightly. Her head tilted slightly down she could see light in the room. Before she could process that this could be where they were the door was wrenched open and out of her grasp. There in front of her stood her original captor all blue eyed chiselled jaw dark hair, the epitome of tall dark and handsome; Richard Grayson. His left eyebrow was raised and a smirk was pulling at his lips.
The room was vast and grey. A series of computer screens were pasted on the wall opposite to the door and a series of computer screens were pasted on the wall opposite to the door with a long desk under the expanse of the screens, and a wooden desk to the left of the screens. Bruce was stood at the front of the screens to the left and Damian to the right. Bruce had a microphone headset in his hand and his right hand hovering over a keyboard under the screens. Bruce, Damian and Dick were all surprised when the door sluggishly pushed open, and Dick being the closest to the door grasped the door knob and heaved it open. When Kiara was revealed in a bent stance with her right hand over her dagger and her left hand hanging in the air where it had previously held the door knob. Damian and Bruce's eyes widened and their mouths pulled back in a scowl, they loomed forwards with their posture.
"Oh shit." Kiara uttered as she lifted her head up and her eyes widened comically. Her mouth hung agape and her eyes shifted from between the three males. Before she could say anything else Dick piped up with "Aw Damian, your girlfriend can't stand to be away from you. She even escaped from her cell to find you.", accompanied by the appropriate smooching sounds. Kiara opened her mouth, outraged at the allegation, to protest and put him back in his place when Bruce's booming voice silenced them all. "Impressive. No one has been able to escape from that cell as of late. Let me guess, Talia taught you the bra pick lock.".
Kiara's eyes snapped to Bruce and widened even more. She was shocked, 'How did he know?! So he does know Talia really well, I wonder what the story is thereā¦'. Closing her mouth, Kiara narrowed her eyes and stood up straight to directly address Bruce. "So you got the proof you needed to know what I've been telling you all along?" she mocked with an arrogant quirk of her left eyebrow and the left of her mouth. She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned back towards door frame.
"We don't know anything yet, thief. And until we do you are going back into the cell." Damian snarled at Kiara with his fists clenched by his sides and took two harsh steps towards her. Dick wrapped his arms around Damian's arms and chest and lifted him a floor off the ground with his hands clasped tightly on his wrists. "Now, now Dami. You may be fifteen but that doesn't mean you can just grab your girlfriend to try and get some alone time. Tut tut." He taunted Damian with a deep throaty chuckle. All the while Damian was struggling against Dick's clasped hands with his legs flailing, and Kiara's cheeks blushed bright red that spread to her whole face.
Getting tired of their childish antics and taunts Bruce scowled and boomed "Enough.". When all the other inhabitants of the room froze and had their eyes trained on him he turned back to one of the multiple screens and, again, tried to contact Talia. He had to get in contact with her and find out why yet another young assassin was in his house, apparently by her orders. This time he was one hundred percent certain she was not his child. When she did not answer again Bruce growled in frustration and lowered his clenched fist onto the desk with some force. Again, he tried to contact Talia and again, and no one dared to breathe a word. Damian's narrowed eyes stayed trained on Kiara with his mouth pulled in a warning snarl, Dick's mischievous gaze bounced back between the two teenagers his signature smirk still held on his face, and Kiara's eyes stayed trained on the screen and keyboard that Bruce was using. She knew that if Talia did not pick up and explain everything to them she would have to fight them again, and even with her best efforts she would lose and be put back in that cell and either have to wait till they did contact her or they would have her arrested. At this point she thought that they might keep in that cell forever. Her eyes narrowed and didn't waver from the keyboard or screen.
Talia picked up on the fifth call, and her face filled the screen. Her sharply angled face covered in porcelain skin, deep forest green narrowed eyes and a head full of a thick bustle of brown hair framing her face and falling down her back and chest. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth pulled into a seductive leer when she saw Bruce. "Ah, you are calling about Kiara I assume? You must be to contact me on my personal communication." She purred at Bruce, leaning further into the screen. "I hope she won't be any trouble, my love. She has to be there to protect our son.".
That shocked Kiara. Son. Batman and Talia. "Wait. What. Son?!" she blurted out. Her eyes instantly whipped to Damian, looking at him incredulously, then to Bruce to which she repeated "You're his father?! Talia why didn't you tell me?!". She took a step towards to the screen the index finger of her right hand held up accusingly. This revelation rushed around her head as her thoughts flew a mile a minute. 'It all makes sense. She sent Damian to his father. He knows her private contact and so much about her because- Ew.' That was not a thought she wanted to revisit anytime soon.
Bruce's head fell forward with an exhale of breath. "Take Kiara to a guest bedroom." He ordered the two boys without lifting his head up. Dick dropped Damian unceremoniously on the ground and gently wrapped his right hand around her forearm and tugged her towards the door. "Come on. We don't want to be here for the Ex's spat.". Damian followed, dragging his feet and mumbling to himself, through his clenched jaw, with his head down. Damian closed the door and looked up at them, about to order Dick to take her to the room when Dick dropped Kiara's arm and practically skipped down the hall to the right. "I will let you escort your lady friend to her room Damian!".
Damian growled and clenched his fists by his sides and stomped off to the left, assuming Kiara would follow him but not caring if she did or not. During the journey to the room Damian didn't lift his head from the ground or unclench his fists or jaw. Kiara had her head titled down but snuck glances at Damian at random times, between looking around so that she could get her bearings about her new surroundings. She hated awkward silences, so she cleared her throat quietly and joked "Wow, this place is like a maze.", with a small goofy grin on her face. Her eyes stayed on Damian as she waited for his reply or any sort of response. Nothing. She wondered if this boy ever smiled. From what she had seen of him she doubted it.
They walked some more and Damian did not make any sort of attempt to make conversation or look up. Kiara huffed and spat "Your social graces are impeccable.". At that Damian's jaw and fists just flexed. Suddenly he stopped in front of another identical door and seized the door knob and violently thrust the door open and snapped his head up and met her in challenge with his hard glower. In response Kiara met his eyes and narrowed hers and thrust her nose up I the air, her head held high as she sauntered into the room. A few feet into the room she stood still with her straight rigid posture, refusing to turn back to him, and she heard Damian roughly slam the door closed.
