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Damian narrowed his eyes as he entered the room that Ali led him to. It was fairly big, the room was filled with things a regular little boy would love (huge T.V., video games, punching bag, etc.), but Damian wasn't a regular boy and didn't like having to be in an ugly colorless room and treated like some child. But he DID find interest in the punching bag.

"Where the hell am I?" He asked harshly.

"This was Batman's room when he was a child." Ali said softly as she stepped down from the little step that was there.

Damian looked to his bed and sneered; only seeing his duffle bag. "Where the hell's my lap top and sword?"

Ali blinked. "What?"

"My laptop. And My Sword. Where is it?" He growled.

Ali cocked a brow. "I don't know." She walked over to the small closet and opened it. On the top shelf was his Sword and Laptop. Ali knew that when Bruce wanted to keep things away from his kids, he put them in the top shelf of the closet. Ali cocked her head back just in case Damian saw. He didn't. She quickly closed the door and turned to him. "But I'm guessing he doesn't want to give them to you right now."

"Fuck that!" Damian spat. "I want my sword now!"

Ali slanted her eyebrows in the opposite direction of each other. "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be cursing like that."

"I can curse however the hell I want! You're the maid, right? So shouldn't you be cooking or something?" Damian shouted.

"Are you hungry? I could make you something to eat if you want?" Ali suggested.

"Tt." Damian rolled his eyes. "Just go and fetch me my laptop, maid."

This little boy had to be the most spoiled little kid on the planet. Talia did not raise this boy how to respect his elders. He only respected those that he thought earned it. And so far, he didn't think anyone disserved his respect. Ali wasn't mad at the wasn't his fault. She blamed Talia. So, instead of flipping out like any other woman did, Ali said, "Magic word?"

"NOW!" Damian growled as he spun around. He tightened his fists. "Do you know what I could do to you? I can kill you before you even know how it happened! I was trained by assassins! And what were you trained by? A house of maids?"

Ali bursted out in laughter, making Damian even angrier and irritated.

"Sweetie, I know what you're capable of, I've tangoed with your mother more than enough times. But, you see, I'm not afraid of you." She smiled.

"What?" Damian growled.

"I'm not scared of dying, really." Ali said as she walked over to the closet. "So it doesn't matter how many threats you make, it's not going to scare me in the least."

"You're lying." Damian said harshly. "Everyone's afraid of death!"

"Are you?" Ali asked, turning to him.

"No."

"Okay then. Not everyone's afraid of dying , Honey."

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your honey or your sweetie. You're not my mother."

Ali pushed her lips to one side and looked up. "Maybe not. But I like to call kids by that name. If you prefer Damian, then I'll call you Damian." She opened the closet and pulled out his sword. He raced for it but she pulled it away. "Magic word?"

"Please!" He shouted. Ali smiled and handed it to Damian. He unsheathed it and pointed it at her. "You say you're not afraid of dying? Well, what if I killed you now?"

"Well, if you do then please don't make it messy. It'd be hell trying to clean out those stains." Ali giggled.

"Are you mocking me?" Damian seemed infuriated.

"Oh, heavens no!" Ali said with wide eyes. "I would never mock you, Swee-Damian."

He growled and pulled his sword back, slamming it into Ali's chest. Ali gasped looked down with wide eyes as the sword ran through her chest. "Now let's see who's afraid of death." Damian smirked as he pulled the sword out from her body. She dropped to the floor holding her chest and didn't move.

"Damn." Damian cursed. "Now where am I going to hide the body?"

"Y-you don't have to worry about that, Damian." Ali said weakly as she got up slowly.

Damian looked at her with wide eyes. She got up and dusted herself off; checking to see if there's not blood on the floor. She smiled and looked up at Damian. "Good boy! No blood stains!" She gave him a thumbs up.

He gawked at her. "What the hell are you!"

"Just a maid, Damian." She winked as she got up. Ali wiped the blood from her mouth and smiled. She quickly looked around. "Good, no blood spots."

Damian pulled the sword up towards Ali's face. "Tell me what you are."

"A maid who became immortal." Ali answered simply as she put her hands on the sword. "Here, why don't we put this down?" She grabbed the sword and pulled it away from Damian. "Why don't you go and beat the punching bag?"

"Y-you're not mad at me for trying to kill you?"

"No," Ali smiled as she walked towards the closet. "Why would I?" She smiled brightly; showing her amazing; shimmering teeth.

Damian blushed and turned around; walking towards the punching bag. "Why?"

"It's not me." Ali stated. "Ah, crap, there's a rip in the middle of the dress."

The door opened up and Alfred strolled in with food. Damian quickly turned to Ali who wasn't holding his sword anymore.

"Where's my sword?" Damian asked.

"Oh," Ali perked, "I-uh-."

"I want my goddamn sword."

"Young man, you're language-." Alfred started.

"Shut the fuck up." Damian growled. "I let myself be fooled by you. But I want my sword back! Now!"

"Damian, I-."

Damian punched the bag. "I want it back!"

"Well-."

"I WANT IT BACK, GODDAMIT!" Another punch.

"Da-."

"GIVE ME MY FUCKING SWORD!" More and more punches.

Alfred looked at Ali with a frown on his face. Ali smiled and shrugged.

"WHY CAN'T I HAVE MY LAPTOP OR SWORD!" Ali turned around to see Bruce walk through the door.

"He's all yours, sir." Alfred said as he walked out. "Unfortunately, my tolerance for colorful insults is running a little thin, I'm afraid."

"Why can't I have my sword or Laptop?" Damian stated.

"You can have your Sword and Laptop when I decide it's safe." Bruce stated. "I still don't know much about you, Damian."

"I hate it here!" Damian shouted as he looked at Ali.

"Too bad." Bruce said. "You'll be staying here until we figure out what your mother's up to. You should eat."

Damian flipped the top off the dinner plate. "Eat? You call this food!" He stuck his tongue out and then flipped the tray; the plate slamming against the wall.

"It's actually pretty good when it's not thrown against the wall." Bruce stated.

"H-how about you get some rest, Damian?" Ali asked as she motioned towards the bed.

"Rest!" Damian growled. "I've been sent here against my will! You can't make me do anything I don't want to!"

Ali looked at Bruce; judging by the look on his face, his patients was running thin.

"Enough!" He shouted; causing Ali to jump. "You dishonor your sensei by losing your composure! Your rage is born from fear and is unbefitting in a student of the martial arts!" Bruce stepped forward; his intimidation growing and growing. "You'll be given opportunities to proof yourself to me! But until then, boy-Patients is a VIRTUE!"

Ali shuddered at Batman's dark and intimidating voice that caused a lot of people to shudder darkly.

"Yes..." Damian said softly. "Yes, father."

"I don't trust him, Ali." Tim said as he walked towards the bat-cave.

"I understand." Ali nodded.

"You trust him completely, don't you, Ali?"

"N-No." Ali shook her head. "Not at all Di-Tim."

"You were just going to call me Dick weren't you?"

"No, I wasn't." Ali shook her head as she walked in front of him. She looked down. "Alfred?"

But instead, it was Damian practicing his sword.

"Oh," Tim growled, "It's him."

"Tim," Ali looked at Tim with pleading eyes, "At least try."

"Only for you." Tim smiled as he walked down the steps to Damian.

Ali crossed her fingers.

"You don't have to train on your own. Want to spar?" Tim offered.

Great start, Timothy! Ali cheered mentally.

"I know we got off on a-." Tim ducked under Damian's sword. "Bad start."

"Where'd you get that sword? Did Alfred give it to you?" Tim asked.

"The servant left on the keypad to the door open. It wasn't hard to work out the combination. And the maid made it obvious about where my sword was." Damian growled.

Ali snapped her fingers. Dammit.

"It would take more than that to get me in and out of the actual batcave, wouldn't it?" Damian brought the sword to his chest. "The caverns sealed with voice-activated locks."

"If he really is your dad, then you should be proud." Tim stated. "Spar? I promise I'll go easy on you."

Damian crossed his arms. "I'll go easy on you. Your voice recognition software's not as smart as you think."

Tim and Ali looked at each other in shock.

"Damian, you just sounded exactly like Tim." Ali said in awe.

"That was me!" Tim shouted.

"Oh, my god, Batman! He just did my voice!" Damian mocked in Tim's voice. "He challenged me."

"Challenged?" Ali asked as Damian walked over to his backpack and leaned down to open it.

"Batman challenged me to show him what I could do." Damian reached in his bag. "So I went out tonight. 'Fight Crime'? I can do that. I fought crime tonight." He pulled out a severed head with a grenade in the head's mouth.

"Oh, my god." Ali gasped as she took a step back. Tim gasped as well.

"Crime lost." Damian smirked.

"You can't do that! We don't kill!" Tim shouted.

Ali put her hands to her lips. Damian looked at her horrified expression and felt a bit of...guilt? He quickly pushed it aside and tossed the head up in the air. "In the League of Assassins we showed no mercy to our enemies. Now that I'm here, he doesn't need a surrogate son." He held up a bloody key. "We killed anyone who got in our way."

"Damian," Ali said softly. "What are you-?"

The head fell to the floor; right in front of Tim's feet and pulling out the key to the grenade. Tim couldn't register that it was a bomb and Ali quickly leaped forward; shoving Tim out of the way. Tim back flipped off the sparing ring and onto the floor. He looked up to see Ali's bloody hand hanging off the ring. She had died from the explosion. He quickly registered Damian swinging his sword towards him. Tim quickly grabbed and armor off the dummy and held it out. Damian's sword collided with the armor.

"You're losing your concentration!" Damian shouted.

"You killed Ali! Where'd you get that key! And what have you done with Alfred!" Tim shouted.

Ali moaned as she came back to life, her wounds healing and her eyes gaining color. She quickly looked out to see Tim and Damian battling on the giant T-Rex.

"Boys?" Ali slowly got up. Then she saw Tim kick Damian off the T-Rex. "Boys!"

Ali got up and ran for her life towards the T-Rex as she saw Damian hanging on the top of the T-Rex.

"Here" Tim said as he reached his hand out. "Grab on before the jaw closes!"

Damian quickly grabbed on and was pulled up. Ali sighed with relief and placed a hand on her chest. Even if Damian was to fall, she was down there to catch him.

"Get a grip, will you?" Tim's voice echoed throughout the cave. "Why? Why are you acting like such a jerk?"

"Because you don't deserve any of this. You're adopted. But when you're gone, I'll take my rightful place at my father's side..." He quickly swung his hand; sucker punching Tim, "As Batman's son."

"TIM!" Ali shouted as she ran towards Tim; who had fallen off the T-Rex.

"I'll inherit everything." Damian growled.

Ali ran as fast as she could, until she felt a sword go through her head.

And everything blacked out.