It had been a week since I had come, and me and Damian... well, we hated each other. Every morning, when we stepped out of our rooms which were right next to each other, we would have a glare contest, and before a winner could be decided, we would both take off down the hall to the bathroom. Whoever got there first would quickly run in, and lock the door, finish getting ready for the morning, and then open the door to a very ticked off other.
Then we would both sit across from each other at breakfast, and every time we looked up, so would the other, and another glare contest would commence. Then Alfred would drive us to school, and we would waste a few hours of our lives there, and then Alfred would drive us back to the mansion, we would then race down to the batcave, trying to get to the best training equipment first. A fist fight usually commenced, resulting in one of us getting a broken nose or shedding blood in one way. Which is exactly what I was doing now.
I tried to punch Damian, but he ducked out of the way, and punched me in the gut. I stumbled back, and kicked him in the face. He yelped, and then pounced on me, tackling me to the floor. He was ten, but he had the skills of an assassin born to kill, which made me and him almost complete twins. I refused to accept that, I would not be considered an equal to a ten year old boy. True, he was a trained assassin, but so was I. I had four years more expiriance than him, I should not be his equal, I should be his superior. Thats what I was trying to get through to him as we wrestled, as soon as one of us got the upper hand, the tables would turn. After a few minuted of that, Dick came down and shouted, "Get off of each other!"
We let each other go, I had a black eye, and he had a broken nose. He suffered the wose, I had won in my mind.
Dick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Can you two please stop acting like animals and just get along for one night? I have to go out of town on buisness, and Alfred has the night off. Please, just please let me come back to see this place in one piece, and neither of you dead, and I swear, I will owe you both a huge favor."
"Alfred took a night off?' I asked, bewildered. Dick glared at me.
Damian grummbled out a fine, and I said, "OK, but you owe me a solid."
Dick left, and Alfred not long after him, he said goodbye at the door, leaving me and Damian alone in the hallway. We glared at each other for a few minutes, and then I left to go down to the Batcave. I didn't want to risk getting mad and going back on my word to Dick.
I looked around the Batcave, there was so much I still hadn't seen, and I wanted to check out the costumes section.
I walked along the rows, and stopped infront of Blue Jay's, her first costume. I moved onto her second, frowning when I realised something, it was right next to Jason's Red Hood costume. Why would they put them right next to each other? I stood right infront of the Red Hood costume, admiring it. I tried to picture my Master in it, and couldn't help but smile in pride, my Master had been the Red Hood, feared by all. I slowly reached out a hand, and touched the glass case, running my fingers over it. I owed him so much, he taught me about emotion, he taught me how to fight, and he helped me escape. I wasn't worthy of being his student. I withdrew my hand, and looked at my feet, ashamed.
"Justin? You down here?" Called Damian as he walked down the stairs to the batcave.
"Over here." I said, tearing my eyes away from the case, and walking over to Damian.
He frowned, "What were you doing?"
"Just looking at the costumes, why?" I asked.
"Just making sure you weren't stealing anything of my father's." He said.
I glared at him, I knew Damian had been Bruce's son, but he was missing, so naturally, Damian was going to be protective of anything owned by him. "Damian, I may be an assassin, but I am no theif, you of all people should understand that."
He snorted, and turned away, and then called over his shoulder, "Not a thief, sure, so why were you so intersted in the Red Hood costume?"
I froze, he had seen me, that was the only explanation. I ran up to him, and he whirled around, expecting me to hit him, but I didn't, instead I asked him, "Why do you hate me so much!" I shouted, I was threw with arguing with this demon child. If I had a problem with some one, I didn't make them feel miserable every second of their lives. I avoided them. "I don't really think I did anything wrong, so why would you hate me then?"
He was taken off guard, but then snorted, "You hate me too."
"Yeah," I admitted, "I do, but I have a reason, what's yours?"
He glared at me, "You really wanna know? Is it that important! What, do you have to please every body any way you can? Fine! When you came here, Dick accepted you willingly when he found out who you where, it took me months to get his acceptance, and I still haven't gotten my father's."
My angry look turned to one of guilt, "I'm sorry."
"What?" He asked, a little stunned.
"I said I'm sorry."
He was silent for a moment, taking in this information sliently, and then asked, "So why do you hate me?"
"Your parents."
"You hate me because my mother ruined your life?" He asked. OK, that would have been a good reason, but no. I don't judge people because of who their parents are.
"No, your parents are alive. You know your parents names, what they look like, even how they feel about you. I didn't get aything like that, the closest thing I had to a father was my Sensei." I said.
"Who was your Sensei?" He asked.
I looked at my feet, "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Oh." He said, we stood there in silence, and he sudenly asked, "Wanna play video games?"
I smiled, "OK." We raced upstairs, and soon we were playing Grand Theft Auto. When Dick came home, the first thing he did was check our temperatures to make sure we weren't sick. That's how surprised he was with our sorta-kinda-ish-friendliness towards each other. Then he took our picture while we were playing video games, and Damian broke his camera. Poor Dicky boy.
No, this aint no Damian love story, OK? And no, it isn't a Tim Drake love story. Justin is staying single for a long long long long long time. Looooooooooooong time. Any questions, complaints? Flames? I'm open to them all.