I don't own these characters, DC (the overlords of my soul) does. Yup.
I'm sorry. This isn't very good. I wrote it while procrastinating doing homework last night. I just felt like I had to write something for you guys cuz I haven't written in a while cuz school is getting crazy. So i have no idea when the next one will come. Sorry.
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This story is based off a post from one of my favorite Tumblr blogs, Ask the little hero AU, it is a seriously awesome one and I would check it out if you have not. They also came out with another blog recently called ask the little league AU. But I digress, enjoy!
"Father, I think I have come up with a better design for the batarang. Through testing and calculations, it is more aerodynamic and 3.776% more wind resistant." Damian called out as he walked into the main living room, inspecting the new batarang in his hands.
Hearing no response He looked up to see Bruce sitting on the couch, looking uncomfortable, with Alfred staring sternly down at Bruce. Damian could immediately tell something was off.
"Father, what's wrong?" he asks.
Alfred nudges Bruce who clears his throat to respond. "Well…uh, Damian, Alfred, ahem, I feel that….Well, I think that since you are...Well...since you are old enough….erm….i mean mature enough...well I think...you should know about...I...uh...well…" Bruce looks awkwardly down at the floor, "Alfred thinks I need to give you 'The Talk'." Alfred looks satisfied while panic shoots through Damian.
He had heard about "The Talk." Damian quickly says, "Uh, no thank you Father." and begins to walk swiftly towards the door.
"Damian."Alfred's voice rings out. "Get back here."
Damian breaks out in a dead run towards the door. There was no way he was going to get roped into this.
Suddenly, Dick drops down in front of the doorway. "Sorry Dami," he says, looking apologetic. "Alfred said we had to." Well, no getting out that way.
He sprinted towards the other door, only to find Jason leaning against the doorframe. He was twirling a gun around finger and said nothing just stared Damian dead in the eyes. There was only one other door now and he already knew was waiting.
Sure enough, there was Tim, holding a batarang. "Don't even think about it Demon Spawn." Time drawled. There was only one more option. He dashed towards the fireplace, pumping his legs faster and faster.
"Don't let him get to the-!" Damian hears Bruce's voice yell but it was too late. Damian slammed his palm onto the knot in the wood and the floor opened up beneath him. He silently cheered as he slid down the tunnel towards the bunker.
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Damian pulled up in his robin-cycle, skidding through the bat cave. He stops the ignition and jumps off, pulling his helmet off in the process. He heads up to his room, quickly removing his robin costume and slipping on some sweat pants and a sweatshirt.
As he walked by the mirror, Damian groaned. He had accidentally grabbed the wrong sweatshirt. Instead of a Wayne Enterprises one, he was wearing the one he had received as a joke. It was white with black sleeved, lined with yellow, and the hood which had black batman ears on it. Great.
But right now, Damian was too tired to care. he trudged down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Damian opened the kitchen and got out some of Alfred's leftovers.
just as he was settling down at the table, Dick dropped down, still in his Nightwing costume.
"HeyDamianhowareyougreatthatsgoodsobruceandalfredarekindasortaforcingmetogiveyouthetalknowisntthatfunnyhahabutseriouslypleasedonthurtmeihavetosodontrun." Dick said at break neck speed.
It took Damian a moment to realize what Dick said. Damian didn't even say anything just ran out of the room, all drowsiness gone. He could hear Dick pursuing him and ran even faster. Damian ran up to his room and slammed the door. He heard Dick arrive just a moment later.
"Come on Damian, open up the door, please?" Dick pleaded.
Damian's response was to turn on the room's defense systems, revealing a machine gun in the wall.
Dick let out a little yelp and yelled at the door, "Fine Dami, you win." Before stalking off down the hall, not eager to tell Bruce he had failed.
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The chimes of midnight rang throughout the manor. Damian was creeping through the dark hallways, trying not to attract attention. After everyone seemed to be trying to give him "The Talk" he learned to stay out of sight.
He went into the kitchen and snatched some of Alfred's cookies the head to the living room. He picked up a tablet and began heading up the stairs, intending to catch up on Supernatural.
Damian was carefully walking by Jason's room was he stepped on a lego. He let out a hiss of pain and hopped on his other foot. On another lego. Soon he was jumping all over, stepping again and again on legos. Soon he was yelping everytime he set a foot down. The light in Jason's room flicked on and the door creaked open.
Damian looked up to see the barrel of a gun. A sleepy Jason was standing in the doorway, with disheveled hair, tired eyes and a gun. He was wearing only a pair of red sweatpants. "What the he-" he broke off in a yawn, "Is going on out here?" Jason finally noticed Damian on the floor in front of him. He suddenly let out a sleepy chuckle. "Well Bruce said I had to, so it might as well be now." He sprayed some gas in Damian's face just as he was inhaling, so it was too late to stop, and the world spinned around, then winked out.
"Ughhhh…" Damian groaned as he woke up. He took in his surroundings, to see he was in an empty warehouse. And tied to a chair. Great.
Damian was just about to begin getting out of his restraints when he saw Jason's face in front of him. He looked the same as he did before, just less sleepy and with combed hair.
"So little Robin bird, Bruce has charged me with giving you "The Talk". Lucky for you I called in Arsenal and Starfire for visuals to help me." Damian began to shriek at the top of his lungs. "GET ME OUT OF HERE TODD! I DONT WANT TO LIVE THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH IMAGES LIKE THAT BURNED INTO MY HEAD! NOW HELP ME GET OUT!" Damian screamed. Right then, he got out of his bonds. He dashed off into the night leaving Jason grumbling in the warehouse.
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Damian walked into the kitchen, cautiously and armed with a taser.
"Damian." said a familiar voice. Damian flinched and set off the taser towards it. He looked closer to see Tim sitting there, having dodged the taser.
"Ain't no way in heck I'm giving "The Talk" to you Demon Spawn." Tim said as he walked past Damian, leaving him there in the kitchen with the taser, relieved at last.
I know you all love my Supernatural reference.
I just realized that my linebreaks didn't show up on all of my stories. I am going to have to fix that. Don't be alarmed if I do update all of my chapters.
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