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As soon as the car had parked in front of the manor's gates Rose leapt out and rushed to the door, jumping on the spot. Alfred chuckled to himself.
"Damian will be in there, Miss Jacobs, there is no need to hurry," Alfred got his keys out and Rose stopped bouncing, but started to blush.
"I'm not hurrying for him, Alfred..."
"Of course, my mistake," he winked at her and Rose laughed.
Alfred opened the door and Damian seemed to pop out of nowhere, out of his costume.
"Pennyworth, Jacobs knows, Bruce wants her in the Batcave this instant," Damian said all at once.
Alfred seemed slightly shocked and laughed. "Well, it was only about time. Whilst you three are downstairs, I'll be making waffles..."
He wondered off to the kitchen and Rose followed Damian into a room right at the back of the manor. The room seemed normal, until Damian walked up to a grandfather clock, pushed it open and behind it was a tunnel which slopped downwards, and had lamps on the ceiling of it for a light source. Rose's eyes widened, she was not expecting that.
She walked behind him, quite closely, in fear of loosing him in the dark. Finally, they reached another door and when it opened Rose whistled in amazement.
There was the Batmobile, and a huge screen that had some information Rose didn't understand, with a chair that Bruce was sitting on, typing furiously, the ceiling was huge, there were rocks that towered over her and she heard wings flutter every now and again.
"Whoa," she breathed out.
Damian laughed to himself, quietly, but loud enough for Rose to hear him. She smiled, making sure to try and make him laugh more often.
"Bruce, she's here," Damian called out to him.
Bruce swivelled around in his chair, still in his costume, and beckoned her over.
"Rose, you probably know why your room was wrecked tonight," he said.
Rose didn't recognise his voice, it had more authority to it, and not like the Bruce Wayne she had talked to about 5 hours ago.
"Yes, I think I do."
"I'll tell you anyway; these people were in search of anything that could give them information about your father, and their last resort was you. What we find confusing is that they hadn't even gone on for your sister, but straight for you."
Rose frowned. "But why?"
He sighed. "We think it's because they know about your memory, and how you can remember all sorts of things."
"But...the only people who are, my sister, Jane...and my mother."
Bruce looked hard at her. She continued.
"And what you're saying is...that one of them betrayed me?"
He nodded and Rose bit her lip.
"We don't need to jump to conclusions yet though, once we've got the footprints, they might be helpful, they might not be, but if they are, we could track down who sent those people to the care home and confront them, but in the mean time, you'll be safer if you stay here."
Rose nodded. She turned to leave and walked to the tunnel.
"Oh and Rose? You know not to tell anyone who Batman and Robin are, right?"
She nodded. "Of course. Good-night, Bruce, Damian," she waved and made her way to her room, quickly changing and getting into bed, before getting her phone out and dialling her sisters number. She talked to her sister for hours and hours about nothing important, but only to reassure each other that they other were there, and that they weren't alone. She missed her sister a lot.
Rose yawned loudly, hearing Lily chuckle on the other end.
"Alright, I think that's my queue to hang up, night, Rose, I'll talk to you after school tomorrow, okay?"
Rose nodded, forgetting that Lily couldn't see here and laughed to herself. "Okay, good-night." She hung up and got comfortable under the covers. A lot had happened that day. She knew the secret identities of Batman and Robin!
And in all honesty, Rose didn't mind staying over at Wayne Manor, but she felt slightly bad for just leaving her friends at the care home so quickly. She then decided to go and visit St. Aidan's as much as she possibly could.
...
More days past, nothing very interesting happened, she went to school, Bruce actually did call and she didn't have to stay in that office any more, but what made Rose confused was that Jane hadn't come in to school for the whole week, and she wasn't picking up her phone. Rose shrugged it off though, thinking that she was probably getting some days off to spend time with her father.
She went back to the manor everyday, doing her homework, and occasionally Damian would pop in and they would talk about silly things till he had to go on patrol.
Rose still couldn't get over that he was Robin, and would sometimes burst into fits of giggle, which resulted in Damian frowning and poking her till she told him why she was laughing. She never did though, in fear of making him storm off, she liked his company.
Suddenly, it was Saturday morning, and the day of her father's funeral arrived. Rose hadn't slept well the night before, and by the morning she had light bags under her eyes and she walked around like a zombie.
Slipping the dress her sister had got for her, she combed her hair, brushed her teeth and washed her face, feeling a bit more awake than before. The dress was soft, and felt silky under her fingers; it fell down in waves to her knees and had a collar which Rose adored. Before she forgot, she put her in her hair a rose clip her father had gotten her, and breathed in deeply.
Walking downstairs, she spotted Damian at the bottom looking up at her and she looked down, feeling self-conscious. He was wearing a simple suit, but with red sneakers, which made her stifle a giggle, she was wearing her black ones.
"Morning, have you had breakfast?" She asked, trying to get the somewhat tension out of the air.
She wished he would stop looking at her as if she was some sort of art portrait.
"Yes, I woke up before everyone else; you're the only one who still has to have some food. Are those bags-?
He moved his head forward and put out a finger to touch under her eyes, and Rose shook her head so fast she almost had a head rush.
"No! I haven't got any bags!"
He frowned. "You were thinking about today all night, were you not?"
She bit her lip and sighed, nodding. "Yes, yes I was."
Damian put a hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be fine, what could possibly be worth you staying up all night and getting bags?"
Rose stared at him, and before she knew what she was doing, she instinctively pulled him into a hug, and hid her face in his neck. She didn't know why she did it, but felt as if she needed a hug, she felt weak.
"Damian...I don't want to go," she whispered to him.
He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and tutted. "If you don not go, you will regret it and hate yourself for not going, trust me."
"But my mother will be there an-
"Just ignore her, don't listen to a word she says, the sole purpose of you being these is for your father, and your father alone."
She nodded against his shoulder and she felt him kiss her cheek softly. Rose froze, she wasn't expecting that, she raised her head and they looked into each other's eyes. He seemed to be blushing, which made her bit her lip and smile. His eyes were wide and for the first time ever Rose witnessed Damian Wayne, son of billionaire Bruce Wayne, heir to Wayne Enterprises, stutter and stumble on his own feet.
"I- Sorry, uh- well, you see-
She laughed softly and he stopped talking.
"You're not angry," he breathed out, almost in relief, and she laughed again.
"Why would I be angry?"
She slipped her arms around his neck and cocked her head to the side; he snaked his arms around her waist again.
"You tell me, girls are confusing," he said and Rose rolled her eyes.
"We are not."
He tutted. "Obviously you would disagree."
She laughed and looked to her feet.
"Rose?"
Rose bit her lip and looked up, surprised at their closeness, his nose was just about grazing hers; she felt his breath on her face, her lips. He titled his head slightly, leaning it close to the side of hers, and closed his eyes, breathing in her scent.
"Yeah?"
His lips were dangerously close to hers now; she was itching to place hers on his. He licked his own and Rose breathed in.
"I really just want to kis-
"Hey, Little D, you read- Whoa! Purr-lease! Get a room you two!"
The two teens jerked out of each other's arms, but Rose kept her eyes on Damian's, smiling to herself in a childish way. She knew exactly what he was going to say.
"Grayson," Damian glared at the man who had a horrified look on his face fiercely.
The said man was a lot taller than Rose, he had raven coloured hair and his muscles bulged out of the suit he was wearing.
"Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies," he snapped.
He did close his mouth and smirked, crossing his arms. He turned to Rose and grinned. "Hi, my name's Dick, one of Damian's older brothers, you must be Rose, Damian's told me all about you-
He didn't get to finish his sentenced before Damian lashed out on his, clawing and scratching at his face, pushing him to the ground and yelling loudly.
"I thought we made a truce!"
"Hey! It's not like I told her what you actually said, though wouldn't it be lovely for her to know-?
Damian started cursing it what sounded like Arabic and Dick started to laugh loudly.
"You aren't putting on a good impression, Damian! Damian, stop!" Dick peeled off his little brother with such ease and washed his hands on him.
Damian was fuming, and shook off Dick's hands, storming off out the house. Rose stood with her jaw wide open and almost starting laughing.
Dick sighed and shrugged. "Sorry about that, he's just gone off to burn off some steam, he'll be back soon."
Rose nodded slowly and made her way to the kitchen, picking up an apple to eat.
"Miss Jacobs, are you planning on having an apple as your breakfast? Not under this roof, you're not, sit down, the pancakes are almost ready," Alfred ordered to her and Rose laughed, finishing off her apple, chucking the cork in the bin and sitting down on the table, lost in her thoughts.
She had a dreamy smile on her face. Damian really did like me! She almost squealed when she realised they were actually about to kiss before Dick walked in. Who's to say they wouldn't finish off what they started?
Suddenly, she felt guilty for thinking about a boy on her father's funeral, and pushing aside any thought of Damian and kissing under the moonlight on the roof of a the manor with candles and-
She shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts and smiled at Alfred as placed the chocolate syrup coated pancakes in front of her.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, when you've finished, just place the plate by the sink and make your way to the car, everyone should be there."
She nodded and ate her pancakes quickly, not wanting to keep everyone waiting.
...
Finally, they were all seated in the car, Rose squished in between Tim and Dick, and Damian and someone named Stephanie behind them, Alfred and Bruce were at the front.
The drive was silent, besides from Alfred and Bruce talking quietly to one another, and Damian and Stephanie arguing with each other every now and again.
When they reached the cemetery, there were tons of people there already. They got out the car, and Rose looked around for her sister straight away. She spotted her near the entrance to the church, looking out to the graveyard with a distant look on her face.
Rose walked up to her and patted her hand, getting her attention. As always, Lily looked gorgeous, her long hair was in a plait down her back, and her dress reached to her knees, had a halter neck and made her pale skin look as if she was a china doll.
Lily stroked Rose's cheek and they hugged each other tight. Suddenly, it hit Rose with a pang of pain to her heart that they were at her father's funeral, she cried into her sister's dress and Lily squeezed her shoulder.
They walked into the church hand in hand, putting on a strong face in memory of her father; Katrina was sitting at the front on her own, crying into her hands. The sister sat on a different bench to her.
The service went on, the priest preached, some of her father's close friends said some words, Lily said her speech, which made Rose cry uncontrollably, someone on the bench behind her handed her a tissue.
...
It had just gone past 5 o'clock and the guests were leaving, Rose stood standing in front of her father's grave.
Dr. Adam John Jacobs
Beloved son, husband and father
The ones we love never truly leave us,
But are forever in our hearts
She stood there whilst people were leaving, and way after everyone had left, it was just herself, her sister and the Wayne family, plus the Stephanie girl.
Rose fell to her knees, putting out a hand and touching the graze, wishing he was with her instead of in that marble box. Her father had been claustrophobic, and she wondered how he was holding up in there.
She looked around her; to her right, Bruce was standing in front of a tombstone, with a brunette Rose didn't recognise with him. They were holding each other, but it didn't look as if either of them were crying. A little to her left, Dick was standing behind a redheaded woman in a wheelchair, doing the same as Bruce and that woman. They were just staring. She leaned her slightly, and read the tombstone.
Here lies Jason Peter Todd
A loving son and brother
"Do you miss him?"
Rose snapped her head around to face her mother, standing there with her arms crossed.
"What kind of question is that?"
"A perfectly reasonable one."
Rose glared at her, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Of course I miss him!"
"Doesn't look like it."
Rose stumbled to her feet, facing her, she was too angry to form any words, her blood boiled; she had had enough her Katrina speaking to her as if she was a criminal.
"What on earth would make you say something so horrid!?"
"You're off having a ball over at Wayne Manor; it doesn't seem as if you're mourning."
"You have no idea what I do there! How would you know anything at all? You think this is all a dream!"
Katrina froze, her face forming a frightening glare, but Rose didn't look away.
"I've had enough of you! Yes, you aren't my mother, and gladly! I don't love you, go back to Arkham! Lily and I don't need you- we don't want you! The only thing I'll remember you by is that ugly scar you gave me! And I'll look at it with hatred in my eyes!" She cried.
There was a small crowd forming around them now, Alfred and Bruce looked on with worry in their eyes, and Damian rushed to Rose, keeping her back from lashing out on her mother. Her vision was blurred, she couldn't see a thing.
"Those words me nothing to me, they are empty words, but I hope you feel satisfied, maybe you even feel better after doing that, you are nothing to me, you are not My Rose."
"I am Rose! I am Rose Maria Jacobs, daughter of Adam Jacobs, sister to Lily Jacobs, but you are not my mother! You will never take my identity away from me!"
Her mother crossed her arms, spat at Rose's feet and walked off, the crowd gasping. Rose collapsed in Damian's arms, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. He stroked her hair, trying to calm her, but Rose felt like she was crying out every single feeling of sadness she had in her.
"Alright, alright! That's enough staring, be on your way!" Bruce yelled out to everyone.
The crowd dissipated, and soon it was just Damian and Rose standing there.
"Damian, we'll be in the car," Dick said and Damian nodded to him.
Finally, Rose's violent sobs turned to small sniffs, and she leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling tired all of a sudden.
Damian stroked her cheek. "Are you okay to go back now?"
She looked up at him, feeling her heart swell; he had stayed with her, and let her cry on his shoulder, ruining his suit in the process. Slowly, she put a hand on his cheek and stood on her tiptoes, closing her eyes and placing her lips on his in a soft kiss, feeling him kiss back straight away.
The butterflies in her stomach came to life, and she felt light, so very light. His lips were soft, nothing like the words that came out of them sometimes. His placed a hand on the small of her back and the other on her waist, making her clasp her hands around his neck.
They parted, and he leaned his forehead onto hers. They were both smiling like children on Christmas day.
"I wish for you to be my paramour," he said, breathing heavily.
She giggled. "Do I have a choice?" She found his choice of words adorable.
"No. But it's not as if you'd argue with it anyway," he said, laughing with her.
"That's true," she kissed him again, loving the feeling of their lips touching, and sighed dreamily.
"We should head back now," he said.
Rose nodded and she intertwined her fingers with his. He seemed awkward about it at first, his hand stiff, but after looking around, he squeezed hers gently.
Rose didn't think he liked PDA.
It was only when they were in the car, her head on Damian's shoulder and close to sleep, when she realised Jane had not been present at the funeral.
Yay! They kissed- finally! :D Tell me what you think!