Here it is. I apologize for how short this is and how long the update time was (I'm trying to do about one chapter every two weeks, possibly sooner), but with finals and a nice move home from college, things got a little crazy. The next chapter is going to be fairly short too, but the chapters after will get longer as Damian's plan begins to execute itself.
Thank you all for the kind reviews and I hope you enjoy.
Bruce was training on the dummies. Punch. Kick. Slam. Repeat. Damian leaned against a broken dummy-frame and watched him.
"Father. May we talk?"
Punch. Kick.
"Of course."
Punch. Kick.
"What about, Damian?"
"Grayson."
Glancing punch.
"What about him?"
"I want him."
The punch took the dummy's head off.
Bruce stopped and closed his eyes, relaxing his heart rate and preparing himself for the conversation.
"What do you mean?"
Damian watched with a slight smirk in his eyes; Bruce was keeping his back to him.
"Just what I said. I want him. I want him, and you have him, so I'm requesting that you give him to me."
"He's a person, Damian, not a thing. I can't give him to you because I don't own–."
"But you do. You own everything about him. He does anything you tell him to do. So give him to me."
"Damian," Bruce turned around, "I'm not discussing this with you. If you want a relationship with Dick, you have to talk to him."
"He'll say no."
"Then you'll have to respect his–"
"He'll say no because of you, because he's yours. I really don't ask for much, Father; all I want is Grayson."
"Damian, this conversation is done." Bruce walked toward the showers.
"Very well, Father. I was trying to be polite and give you a choice. I'll get him, Father, even if I have to fight you for him."
His words still hanging in the cave, Damian went back up to the manor, leaving Bruce to brood over his threat.