Chapter 8
Holly guacamole! Man, this just knocked me out. I was completely unmotivated to do this chapter and so will the next few chapters. I will try but don't expect another chapter for the next two months. But thank you all for staying with me.
HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!
The son of a bitch was staying over. Of course Damian knew he would. It was obvious but it still ticked him off. How could Dick not realize that the piece of shit was using him for money? Sure, they had a lot of it, but some nobody using his brother deserved to have any of it, not a single penny.
Damian sat outside of Dick's room; waiting for the opportune moment when whatever the guy's name was came out, hopefully alone. He was just glad they weren't doing anything. He would hate to have to sit through whatever sex noises they two made.
Damian waited for some time, so much longer than what he really wanted to. But he knew the dip shit would come out eventually, especially with the water tablet he had slipped into the blonde's drink during dinner. Every several minutes, the teen groaned from his impatient waiting, looking at the clock each time.
It was just after dinner that the blonde, who he still couldn't remember the name of, come out as he whispered things to the man in the room. When the door closed, he rushed off down the hall, most likely to the bathroom. Damian hid around the corner as the older man rushed towards him, a ruefull smile etching its way onto his face. He stood straight as the other turned, almost running into the smaller of the two.
"Oh, sorry, little man." He said as he backed up a step, "Didn't see where I was going."
Damian smiled, the only visible reaction to the 'little man' remark was a twitch of his eyebrow, "No, my fault. I was just going to my room. Where are you headed?"
"To the john." Damian looked away, attempting to resist the urge to role his eyes and looked back as the man continued, "Man this place is so big. You could get lost in a place like this."
Damian smiled brighter, already attempting not to strangle the man then, "Then I'll show you. My room is just a bit further from the bathroom."
"That's great. Lead on, little man." Damian turned around then and clenched his fists in front of him. He knew he couldn't kill him but damn did he want to. With will power alone, he walked as calmly as he could down the hall with a smile on his face the whole time.
It was just five minutes later that he could just feel the idiot bouncing up and down next to him as they walked. It took quite a bit of force to stop the mirth from showing on his face at the man's obvious discomfort.
"Hey, uh, kid. How long does it take to get to the bathroom?" He asked, a clear strain in his voice.
Damian looked to him with the same innocent look that tricked every last person that he came in contact with, "Oh, not too much longer."
But as he said this, Damian stopped. It took the other only three more steps to realize that the younger was no longer walking with him. He too stopped and looked back. He walked over to the stairs to their right.
"I always liked these stairs." Damian started, looking out over the railing to the floor that, over the years, has held hundreds of balls and parties, "When the people below see you, they know they are inferior to you, that they are ants. When you are up here, you know you are better than them as you look down on them and they deserve to be looked down upon."
The blonde looked almost nervously to the still smiling teen, "That's…deep."
The smile slipped from Damian's face, "Those who belong up here know it. They also who know who does not belong here, who hold the right and the privalaged to be up here and down there. You see, this is my father's home. And at the moment, this is also my adoptive brother's. Though we may not be related by blood, he still is in control of this home. When I feel that he has overstepped his bounds, I step in. I do not like stepping in. I do not like when my brother makes mistakes. It reflects badly on the entire family."
"Kid I really don't kno-,"
"If you call me that again, I will make sure you never call me, or anyone for that matter, again. I will break far more than what a simple checkup at a hospital can fix. I will put you in a coma if I hear another ridiculous name again." Damian growled out, finally free to scare this little shit a new one, "Little man, kid, and don't think I don't remember that name at dinner, shorty. I don't take kindly to people like you. Just because Dick can't see it, doesn't mean I don't. The car, the nice clothing, the gold and diamond incrusted watch. No one on your salary makes enough for things like those."
The older man glared down at Damian, "You listen here, you little shit. I don't take orders from you. You either stay out of my way or I add some black and blue bruises to your little speech."
Damian laughed, a bitter and tight laugh, "What are you going to do about it, boy toy? Suck your boyfriend off to get more stuff?"
"That's it." The blonde said before raising his fist but before he could move further, a foot connected with his face, stunning him for a fist to collide with his face.
Before he could fall to the floor, his shirt was yanked hard as he was mostly held up by the balled fist holding onto his shirt, "If you want to hit me, you're going to have to be faster than that. I've killed tougher man than you for less when I was five. Let's see. You've stolen my money. You've wasted my time and the good will of the few people here. You've insulted my family, my home and more personally, me. You have insulted me. Do you know how I deal with people who only do one of the few things I've mentioned? I usually put them places where no one will find them."
He pulls the blonde towards the stairs, dangling half his body over the curved steps. The man was clinging to the youngers arms as he tried to get away. As Damian looked to the others face, he could already see the swollen lip and the quickly forming bruises creating a black eye. He took some pride in his hastily done work before he continued. The man was scared shitless and halfway ready to pee his pants. He really wanted to see him loose his bladder, even if it would ruin the floor. Aw well, Alfred was good at getting stains out.
"There are so many things I could do. Tell me, do you think a billionaire would be able to get away with murder with, as I said, billions of dollars at their disposal and some of the greatest lawyers in the world at the tip of a check." He relished in the blondes attempt to swallow, "I have so many ways of disposing the body too. I could burn you. No one would come onto our property if a fire just so happens to start up. I could go out to the deepest part of the sea, tie weights to your legs and watch you sink. All I would have to say was I wanted to go on a cruise. It could get rid of you and have a good time. But what's the difference between the two."
Damian mentally cheered as he heard the tell-tale signs of the man wetting his pants. Damian smiled in victory, "Or I could just loosen my hold and watch as you tumble down the stairs to your death. As I said, whatever your name is, I don't like people who cross my family and steal my money from the good will of my brother. This is my home. If you want to live past the week, you will leave and never come back."
"Come now, Master Damian. I think the poor boy has had enough." The shock of the voice causes Damian to lose his grip on the older man's shirt.
The two watch as the blonde falls halfway down the stairs, righting him-self after several painful jolts and holding onto the side rail for dear life. Well, till he looks back up and catches the dark blue eyes with his own then jumps up, running the rest of the way down, tripping three times and heading towards the door.
"Master Damian, while I agree with your sentiments towards the boy, I do not condone the way you carried out your plan." Alfred said after the other was gone.
"You're not going to tell Dick, are you, old man?" Damian asked almost hesitantly, dreading the answer.
Alfred gave the teen a stern look then his eyes softened, "No, I will not. I did not like the boy or any of the things Master Dick was giving him. I presume the tires on the car were your doing?"
Damian looked away, refusing to meet the older man's gaze. Alfred closed his eyes and shook his head, "I believe it is time for bed, Master Damian."
Said boy did not fight the man, instead, turning and heading down the hall and to his own room. With this done, he could focus on the problem at hand. Tim
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